Dear James - The Switch


by Cal < 100622.2517@CompuServe.COM >

Dear James, I got your e-mail. Glad you enjoyed the photos but was surprised you're so interested in Niwat! Nevertheless, you asked about how I came to take him under hand, so I'll reply with as much detail as I can remember from that first night I met him in July 1996 with the help of some notes I did for a friend back then. Let's just call this one:

THE SWITCH

"The purpose of this switch in my hand is to apply it swiftly and precisely on these tender parts of this young man's bare bottom, whipping him right here, under, where his thighs begin and just above, so that without leaving cuts or welts, the pain, tears, and movements of his bare bottom will insure this switch leaves a memorable enough impression that this behaviour you have judged unacceptable will never be repeated again."

I was talking to the young man's father and Mea's uncle in the father's penthouse overlooking the city. The boy noticeably cringed at my words, his face turning pale as they sank in, his body jerked. He was about to be whipped by me and he knew it.

"Never use a switch on a boy when you're angry; but, I assure you, it's use, especially on an older boy's bare bottom like this one," I pointed to him, "as I'll show you in a minute," I looked at this boy who had started sweating, "will have this boy, any boy, in tears almost immediately and begging your forgiveness. Usually you must make sure he's held down. You're going to see plenty of struggling and bucking tonight. But to correct effectively him with this switch you must know what you are doing and you must not let his pleas or tears effect you until you and you alone are positive he has got your message, then continue until his bare bottom is well striped and very red and you are completely satisfied he understands the consequences should he repeat his behaviour."

"Then I like to apply a little cream and take him over my knee and spank him to make sure his bare bottom's nice and red all over. Then I prefer to stand him in the corner to let it sink in. If he fidgets or complains, anything while he's in the corner thinking, spank him or switch him again."

The men were nodding but saying nothing. The boy's mouth was open.

"You'll see how to do it tonight and watch this boy learn his lesson, but never do this except for extreme disobedience, a last resort, and when you are sure you can do it properly. He won't risk a second one, believe me!"

The two older men continued nodding expressionless. The boy sunk lower, utter panic showed in his eyes as I ignored him but was talking with the men as if he were not in the room, listening, his eyes beginning to dart around.

It was earlier that evening when I'd arrived that the host's young son, Niwat, knowing why I had come, had hovered near the door when I'd entered. The atmosphere was charged from the start. Niwat had on black corduroy jeans, a thin black silver belt, and red baseball cap. His black and red flannel shirt was boldly unbuttoned half way down his chest and flopping open only enough to encourage a second look. His Dad had immediately ushered us, with the boy following, into a den-like room with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city. I'd noticed he'd bolted the door when all of us were inside. The boy had quickly flopped down on a leather couch, his legs thrust forcefully out in front of him, his arms folded over his chest. He looked arrogant, half smiling, and unfazed by things then, but that would change. Mea's uncle sat on a straight chair as did I.

"Now, what has he done that you've asked me to whip this one?" It was my time to smile now.

Niwat's father began a story of the twenty-two year old's weekend's of drinking and returning home at all hours or not at all.

Niwat scooted his body up straight in that couch as his Dad laid it out coldly. His eyes coldly looked me up and down. His Dad was speaking, ". . . He's been an increasing problem for months now and it can't go on like this. I knew something had to be done. My friend," he looked at Mea's uncle, "reminded me I'd lost complete control of my boy. He no longer cares what I say or think. It's bad enough he shows me no respect, but he also has no fear at all about anything I say. Then my friend said what I really already knew but couldn't quite put into words. Niwat needed his ass whipped." Niwat tensed noticeably in his chair, his whole body stiffened noticeably but his eyes remained fixed on me. Mea's uncle smiled. "And suggested his friend, you, would know how to do it." he nodded to me. "He's right. That's what the boy needs, a strong outsider who'll pay no attention to his excuses to whip him so he'll feel it and change his ways or else." Niwat looked like he was sweating, eyeing me closely. "The sticks he gathered this afternoon like you said are here," he pulled open a drawer and pulled out seven long, thin switches which had had their leaves removed, "So, I'm asking you. Whip my boy so he'll change. Show me how to do it," he'd said looking at the boy, then he moved to a chair in the far corner. He was very sombre.

I just sat there smiling at Niwat, looking him over, assessing him, and letting tension fill the room while I studied this good looking boy who was acting more and more nervously in this silence despite his natural defiant posture. Finally I asked him, "Do you understand I've come here just to whip you, my boy?"

Complete and total silence. The two men and I looked and waited..

"Yes, Sir." He was trying his best to seem unconcerned, stand up to me.

"And, Why?" I asked.

"Pa said you'd whip me so I'll stop drinking whiskey," he looked tense, very scared, but trying to hide it.

"And if you don't?"

"I guess you'll just going to have to try and whip me again, or," he smirked, "Maybe he might try?" he added cautiously even smiling a bit and looking towards his Dad. When he saw his Dad's emotionless expression, the boy dropped his eyes and stared into his lap. Again silence prevailed in the room as he sat there like that.

Then, "OK, Niwat. Stand up and take off all your cloths, everything but your briefs and socks. You can leave them on for now."

He stared back at me in disbelief. "Everything?!? My pants, too?!?"

"You don't understand English?"

"Pa?!?" He looked at his father then at me, "But Pa never said. . ."

"This is between you and me, boy. When you were a young boy, didn't your Pa take down your pants when he spanked you?"

"Yea, but. . ."

"You're older now but still acting like a child and you're going to be whipped like one. Now I said take off all your cloths and I mean EVERYTHING but your socks and your briefs for the moment."

"You're going to take my underwear off too? I'm gonna' get it with no cloths on at all?!?"

"Yes, I'm going to whip you right on your bare bottom, like you need. Now do as I told you and get those cloths off NOW!"

He jerked his baseball cap off and threw it hard on the couch seat and stood up, "Pa????. . . ." he was still looking at his Dad, trying to find some support, apparently he was unprepared for this as I stared him down. My look gripped him and clearly made him ill as ease, his eyes shot around but finding no escape, he gruffly kicked off his loafers and unbuckled his belt. Then piece by piece, but still with a self confidence that spoke evidence of a boy used to being number one, Niwat pealed off his shirt, dropped his jeans revealing a well developed and defined, muscular, tan body and skimpy sparkling white briefs hugging his hips revealingly. He stood there bravely looking much less self assured now that he only had on just his socks and those skimpy cotton briefs for protection.

"Come here, boy!"

Although hesitating, he obeyed and took those few steps to where I was sitting. With him standing like that in front of me, I lectured him about drinking and obedience. Then I turned him slowly around to view those briefs perfectly outlining, hugging his round bottom that was developed firmly enough to cause the cotton brief material to separate a nice pair of buns that looked athletic to me. He jerked suddenly and turned purple when I patted his buns . "This little bottom's going to get whipped good tonight, my boy, and you're going to cry like a little boy until you learn this lesson, Son." He tensed his whole body, clenching his bottom tightly in a way separating his buns more obviously as the white cotton strained as he moved. He'd not been used to have anyone talk about his bottom like that, probably not had them spanked or paddled when he needed it. Even the back of his neck was scarlet. I didn't know much about this one.

I patted his bottom, then grabbing his bun, "Feels like you've got a nice little bottom hiding under these briefs, my boy, and I got a hunch it's going to look good when I take your briefs down and it's all bare and spread out so all of us here can watch it getting whipped good and hard."

I pushed him forward toward the couch and he stumbled. "I intend to make it nice and hot and real red. Whip you real good, my boy."

"Please, Sir, I won't drink again, ever. Please, Pa! I'm sorry! Please! Pa! Please! Don't let him." He was less sure of himself now, more panicked.

But I was already reaching down and ever so slowly at that moment taking down his briefs, exposing his beautiful bare bottom as he was frantically clenching it. I tugged his brief down around his ankles and left him like that. Bare, naked, his hand clutching his _c_o_c_k_ from view. Like this, he was a beautiful lad and his bare bottom was spectacular!

"Pa!?! Please, Pa don't let him whip me!" He was looking frantically around the completely silent room. "I'll be good for you, Pa! Please!"

"Pick a switch, Niwat!"

"PA!" He hesitated but handed me one, then I pushed him roughly against the couch he'd been sitting on, then pulled him on it and forcefully pushed him over the top of the couch, his feet and knees on the seat, forcing his head far over the top so his hand frantically reaching for balance couldn't reach the carpet and his feet were not able to provide much security on the couch either. He was taken off guard by my less-than-polite handling of his body, unused to force. The effect of my physically man-handling him thus had forced him to lose control and put control in my hands, where it must be. His bottom was now up and bare, hanging there like that over the top of the couch exposed, ready to be switched with the willow I held in my right hand. His balance instability caused Niwat to forget his attempts to keep his buns clenched. Now they were exposed, open, helped as I pushed his upper thighs apart. Only his socks were left on as I felt him, examining him, probing his tight young cherry, his _c_o_c_k_ extended down and visible too, everything was visible now. Both men had stood up. I had permitted him no chance for modesty. He was fully dependent on my left hand firmly on his lower back providing his balance. He had to know each of us was now viewing him openly. And, he was about to get a nice whipping from the stranger with the switch towering over him and in full control.

Considering his bottom, it was clear this was not a lad used to corporal punishment, unfortunately so. His bottom, even it's more intimately now exposed parts, showed no signs of his having been spanked even somewhat recently as one should expect would have been the case for a boy his age. His buns were perfectly satin white, off white, waiting. I could sense both men behind me watching carefully at what was taking place while he still struggled some. I applied a tiny amount of cool cream to his undersides, those most intimately personal parts of his bottom and thighs, places where I knew from experience the switch would soon land and have him in tears, pleading while his bottom danced on seductively as I proceeded to switch him good.

While a boy like Niwat would be great to spank under any circumstances, a boy apparently not used to corporal punishment, with an exposed virgin bottom to be switched presented a special honour and wonderful challenge! I couldn't' believe my good fortune!

Yet, what surprised me right then was that both his Father and Mea's Uncle were not sitting back watching. They were standing behind me, looking at Niwat's bare bottom and looking closely. The boy was already embarrassed and humiliated in his present position and with the men's active interest, I made a split second decision to take advantage of it.

With him still struggling, I set down the switch on the couch and placed my right hand on Niwat's bare bottom, stroking it, forcing his thighs further apart. Then, I began to talk to both men as if Niwat were not present, telling them how to switch a boy. As I did, I could see his neck redden significantly.

"Now look, men, when you whip a boy, you want the switch to hit right here, just above where these thighs meet his bottom, here, feel it, feel the flesh right here, this is where I'm going to begin to use the switch on him. See there how he tries to clench it, protect it? Now watch what happens when I put pressure from my finger right here under his little nuts. See that! See how he squirms now? Now look, I'll show you something else. This is where you spank or paddle a boy, never up here. Here look at this nice firm cherry he's trying so hard to hide from view. Watch how I can push his thighs here, like this, spread him, and open him up. OK Son, now point your toes inward, inward I said! Now, look how it exposes him, see that nice little cherry?" They didn't know the word but they were following me. "Watch it move and squirm. Now he can't hide it. Now, here's a boy who knows he about to get a good whipping and he's been needing a good one." I touched him intimately. "Look at him flex it!" And he was. His bottom was moving frantically.

"Here, pressure your finger here. Good!" Mea's uncle seemed in heaven. "Come on, Pa, might as well learn how to handle your boy. Press right here." And he did!

I was having a field day! Niwat was clearly beyond himself in humiliation and wiggling frantically the way I was treating his nice virgin bottom.

"Now look right here, men," my hand was fingering the insides of his buns and inner thighs. "This is where you need to spank him to keep him on his toes. Right here! That's right. Right there where it's tender and you can make sure he's going to mind you and listen for sure! You understand that, Dad?" I motioned to his father who only nodded.

"You been doing it, Dad?" I asked, "He doesn't look like he's been spanked recently. At his age you can't expect him to obey you if you're not correcting him over you knee when he needs it."

This time his Dad answered, "Yes, but I thought since he's twenty-two it wasn't necessary anymore, but maybe I was wrong."

"Of course you're wrong. Why do you think it's necessary to whip him now? If you'd been doing your part all along, well, just look at the way his bottom's responding. He's scared now. He knows he's about to pay the price for his behaviour. He looks to me like he's been needing one for a long time now. Don't you think so, Dad?"

He nodded.

"What about it, Niwat?" I patted his ass, "you been needing a spanking for a long time now? Niwat!" He was obviously very embarrassed now.

"Ah, please, Sir. Please, Please stop. I promise I'll never drink again!"

"Boy, I asked you a question."

"Yes, Yes, Sir."

"Nice and hard, huh, at your age!? Need to get through to you?"

"No, Yes, up to you Sir.! I'll be good from now on, Sir. I promise!!!"

"Well, that's better, you're beginning to get the right attitude now. Well, let's get to it. Time to make this little bare fanny sing. Help Niwat learn his lesson and let him cry it all out tonight."

I told them about the switch as it's use. Now watch me whip him."

I picked up the switch. After first laying three stripes across both cheeks, causing the boy to scream immediately and begin crying, I paused, watching his bare bottom struggle frantically. Then after it sank it, I began to apply, quick, small stinging stripes to the undersides of his bare bottom and I kept it up, whipping him soundly. By the time I broke the first switch and grabbed a second he was pounding the back of the couch with his fists and sobbing uncontrollably. His lesson was just beginning. I continued whipping him. Again and again that switch left sharp stings just where I directed them. One by one I used those switched the boy had fetched himself this afternoon. It went on and on and on as I taught him.

Finally later, I grabbed him off the couch and threw him across my lap, spanking him carefully, rounding out the streaks and redness and sending him howling again and again and again.

Then it was time to hold him in my arms, my right hand feeling his radiating bare bottom, reminding him he was not to drink if he didn't want me to visit again and he was to listen to his Dad. I held him like this for a long time, reminding him, then I sent him to the corner. Tears continued flowing from his dark eyes. Both men looked breathless, Niwat continued to sob himself out in the corner, naked, nude, but for his socks and his white briefs still dangling from his left ankle. He was obviously in pain and had felt the consequences of his past behaviour. His bare bottom was well striped and nicely red all over from where I'd switched him, then spanked him. The severity was far beyond what he had expected.

Both men were trance-like, saying nothing. "Now what you do, Dad, is spank him soundly several times over the next few weeks so he knows you're serious and understands exactly what you expect from him. And if you catch him drinking or not coming home when you tell him too, strip him and switch him another good one or call me and I will."

"Actually," his Dad looked over and said after a rather long period of silence in the room, "Watching you whip him's made me realize I've not been doing him any favours. But I've never been able to get a reaction from him like you just got, not even when he was small and I used to use a ruler on him, but you sure got his attention quick and held it. Would you be willing to handle him for awhile for me? I'll bet you can stop his drinking for sure."

"What exactly are you asking?"

"You just said I should spank him soundly several times over the next few weeks so he knows I'm serious. I travel a bit. I'm asking if you'd take him awhile and straighten him out for me?"

Looking at Niwat standing nude in the corner, I made a split second decision and smiled. "With pleasure."

Hence, much later that evening I returned "home" with Niwat and my own boy's met him (Mea already knew him a little) and the next night my boys got to see my spanking this one's bare bottom over my lap in the living room and watch him cry himself out. They thought it was funny. He seemed more embarrassed in front of them than he had been that prior evening. He was told the rules and the consequences. He's here to be brought back into line, no if's, and's, or but's! He'll be sleeping here for awhile and returning here after class daily. I've told him he's to spend his free time here and can do whatever the boys are doing, but the moment he hears me coming, he's to go into my room, drop his jeans and briefs, and be laying over the stool in my bedroom waiting. And that's exactly how I started finding him in the weeks that followed, his nice bare bottom lying there on display, hanging bare over the stool for me to look at while I change clothes. And it's a beautiful one, believe me!

Sometimes, when I get the urge looking at it and feel like it, I spank him hanging over the stool like that right away or take him over my lap and do it right. Sometimes, I just pat his bare bottom, enjoying it's soft feel and parts hidden from others but not from me, sometimes we talk about this drinking and life, but, you can be sure, I've quickly instilled a healthy respect for him to protect his bare bottom from my hand.

But this one's raw, untamed. He knows his Dad was right in having him whipped but he resents the need for it. He knows he needs punishment and correction and he knows what he's been doing wrong, but he doesn't want anyone to tell him what he can and cannot do and he's was fighting me all the way. He's now in a position where he's forced to accept my authority (his Dad's taken away his car, cards, and bank access until I say he's ready) and he doesn't like it one bit. Initially he acted like he thought if he could just get through me, all would go back to being normal for him and he'll have his own way again. Wrong!

He'd been sent here to be brought back into line with strict punishment and discipline. So he sanded down his own paddle, which I quickly initiated across his bare bottom, dusting him with it then walloping his ass to tears more than once. And I've told him he's going to hand his paddle to his Dad and ask his Dad to paddle him with when I take him back. I'm introducing him to other implements for correction as well. My personal strap, however, and my hand get the best results with this one so far. My hand over his physique seems to humiliate him so much that it's effectiveness is very high. I think his being with other boys who also have to mind or else helps (Chris teased him when he was here, I noticed), but Niwat's came for discipline and when he arrived with his attitude he had a long way to go. Hence I'm took his pants down, blistering his bare bottom, and spanking him regularly and frequently. I've only taken a few other guys ever for straight discipline and training. It's unusual, rare for me, but this one's proved interesting. He's was a harder nut to crack than I expected, but I've never yet met a boy I couldn't break in and Niwat didn't ultimately prove an exception.

Maybe you've experienced an older, fiercely independent boy who grits his teeth and refuses to be broken even after he's sobbing and pleading and the next night he's arrogantly right back to square one? A boy like that is great to force him to bare his bottom and to spank, paddle, strap, etc. him on his bare bottom, especially when that bottom is as attractive and seductive as Niwat's! It took quite a time, but I knew I'd get him there even if I had to spank him every morning, noon, and night and in this case I knew from the first night I'd enjoy working with him every moment of it no matter how long it took me with Niwat! He's got real spunk, but I was in no hurry!

And a side note. Mea said a few days after that first week that his Uncle switched one of the others!

So, James, that's how it went. Some of the above I found in a letter I'd written at that time to another friend. Niwat was to stay a few weeks(!), but then his Dad got more involved with a lady friend and Niwat was simply in the way. He's back in College (English major), doing well, but still here at my place 6 months later! Probably for not too much longer! He's well behaved, doesn't drink, and gets good grades now, and I've only need to switch him once since that first night; but I've introduced a few other control elements over the months. Just a hint he'll be forced to expose himself to be trimmed or get the thermometer when we get back home, does wonders in controlling his behaviour when we're out. He's a gentleman, at least most of the time. But when he isn't, he still gets it (like he will tonight), his young bottom bared up over my lap for a good long spanking. Just like you should too, dear James.

Cal