For many men the idea of a spanking remains a fantasy for their entire lives. An exciting thought to relish during masturbation or intercourse, a straight man maybe flies away in his imagination while making love to his woman - in his mind he is taking a sound dose of discipline over the knee of another man while his body is engaged in the mechanical act of satisfying his partner. There are men all over the world who desire nothing more than to be told to undo their belts, remove their pants and underpants and present their bottoms for some good old-fashioned punishment. These men imagine strong hands, slippers, paddles, straps or canes landing again and again across their bared backsides, stinging, warming, painful - but above all immensely stimulating and satisfying.
Ross was one of these men. Forty-nine years old and constantly dreaming of the day when another man would discover his secret and give him what he most desperately needed. Climbing into bed each night and putting his hands to his plump fleshy buttocks and wishing there could be another man in the room who would reach out to him and affectionately yet firmly place him face down over his knee and spank him to sleep. Outwardly he led a very normal life. It looked like he would always be one of the great unspanked. The threshold between desire and actually taking steps to make things happen was just too great to cross.
Sometimes there are twists and turns in our lives that we can't foresee. Sometimes these twists of fate are for the worse, sometimes they are for the better. Ross was about to experience one of these twists of fate that was certainly to leave him in a state of some discomfort but which, when all was said and done, was finally going to allow him to experience in real life that which occupied his thoughts for far too long each and every day. Ross was on the threshold of receiving his first real bare-bottom spanking and nothing was now going to prevent it taking place.
For some time Ross had been corresponding with guys all over the world. The Internet is a good playground in which to air all kinds of fantasies. Ross had both written and received mail on the subject which turned him on, after a longer period of e-mail with one specific correspondent he had sent him his address so that the other man could mail him some literature which wasn't available on the Net. The other man, David, lived so far away that Ross didn't think there was ever any chance of their meeting - it had been 'safe' to reveal both address and phone number. It was just another cyber contact but nevertheless perhaps one which was rather more personal and interesting than the others. They wrote about their lives, their relationships, their jobs, but also included a great deal of spanking talk in their communications. David was experienced in dealing out good bare bottom discipline to other guys he knew.
Ross collected the correspondence and would read through it now and then, using it to excite himself at bedtime. When he had masturbated he still felt dissatisfied. He longed to feel a firm hand on his bottom, he longed to be told he was forgiven when the hard spanking finally ceased and he stood in front of his executioner, rubbing his reddened buttocks with a wry look on his face.
Quite out of the blue one day in August the phone rang and an unfamiliar voice asked if it was Ross on the line. Ross said that it was. 'Can you guess who this is?' the voice continued. Ross could not.'This is David' the voice continued 'You're in for a surprise!'
The surprise was a surprise indeed. David was in a town only 15 miles away. He was on a study trip organised through his business and staying in a hotel for the week. They talked for a long time. Ross couldn't believe that the two mail-friends were finally going to meet. He was suddenly perturbed at the thought that he was going to have to decide whether or not to cross the frontier from the land of the unspanked to the land of the spanked - he didn't have much time to make the decision. David gave him little choice in the matter. He said he'd come over the next day and make plans for further meetings during the coming week. He suggested that Ross came back to his hotel with him after he'd visited. He could treat him to a dinner in the restaurant and maybe treat him to something more appetizing later in the evening!
Ross put down the phone. 'It's now or never!' he said to himself. It felt like a great weight dropped from his mind. He was going to go with the flow and take whatever it was that David decided to give him.
When he opened the door to his vistor the next afternoon Ross melted completely. He'd known what David would look like, they'd exchanged pictures a long time ago, but the combination of looks and personality had been difficult to foresee. Ross was in turmoil, and the afternoon at his house, the car-ride to the hotel, the wining and dining at the restaurant - all possessed a dream-like quality. Not until he found himself in David's hotel room in the early evening did Ross come down to earth. He wanted all his wits about him to be able to take in the most important part of the day. Here he was with this man who had for many months promised him spankings over the Internet. Now he knew he was really going to find out what spanking was all about. He was nervous but tremendously excited. David poured drinks from the bar and put the glasses on a side table.
'Now that we're together Ross' David said 'there's one thing that is of a greater priority than anything else. I want you to tell me what that is.'
Ross looked down, but there was no uncertainty in his reply. 'You mean spanking' he said.
'That's right Ross' David replied. 'Spanking! You've been wanting a spanking for as long as you can remember. You've been needing a spanking for as long as I can remember. You and I are going to get to grips with the problem before we waste any more time tonight! Agreed?'
All Ross could say was 'Yes David'.
David took a sip of his drink and sat down in a chair. ' I want you to go into the bathroom Ross and remove your trousers and underpants' he said. 'When you are undressed you are to come back in here'
Ross did as he was told. He folded his trousers and hung them over a towel-rail. He hung his underpants on a hook and returned to the room.
'Your shirt is too long' David remarked. 'Roll it up over your bottom and tie a knot in the front. I don't want it to get in my way!'
Once again Ross did as he was told. He stood in the middle of the room, still dressed in socks and shirt but with his buttocks exposed, feeling the chill of the air-conditioning and now undergoing David's scrutiny. He caught a reflection of himself in a mirror. He looked just like a naughty boy about to be punished on his bottom, a bottom that was pale but he knew that the next time he saw it it would be glowing red.
David stood up and walked over to him. He kneaded Ross's buttocks with his right hand. 'A big plump bottom like this will be a pleasure to spank!' he pronounced. He went to a wardrobe and removed a suitcase. From a pocket in the case he drew out a short wooden paddle. He brought the paddle over to Ross and showed it to him.
'I brought this with me especially for you' David said. 'It's time I introduced it to your bottom!'
He led Ross by the arm back towards the chair. David resumed his seat and guided Ross down across his knee. He made a few adjustments in the position of Ross's bottom and then laid the paddle to rest across both buttocks. The paddle felt cold and Ross found the waiting unbearable.
'Time to begin!' said David and he raised the paddle and brought it down with a whack on Ross's bare bottom. Ross loved it, the stinging pain was pure pleasure and the warmth spread across his hungry backside. David waited several seconds until bringing the paddle back down on exactly the same spot. The smarting sensation intensified. Now David began to spank in earnest. He alternated between buttocks, spanking both high and low, left and right, several whacks after each other dead centre. Ross began to wriggle and buck, but he still wanted more. The years of waiting were over. Here was a friend who knew what he needed and he wasn't going to disappoint him by not taking his spanking like a man. He pushed his bottom up for more - and more was exactly what he got. The paddle rained down fast and furious over his big bottom. Time stood still. There had never been a time when he was not over this man's knee, when he was not on the receiving end of the bare-bottomed discipline which he needed so badly.
David paused and motioned for Ross to get up. The spanking had given Ross an erection. David appeared not to notice. The spanking had also made his bottom extremely hot and sore. He put his hands behind him and gingerly touched the smarting surface.
'Go and stand in the corner and put your hands on your head!' David said. 'I'm going to have a drink and observe the result so far. Your spanking isn't over yet. This is just a break before I serve up the main course!'
By turning his head a little while standing in the corner Ross was able to sneak a look at himself in the mirror. His bottom was a colour it had never been before, a bright crimson. Seeing his own reflection excited him even more.
Five minutes later he was back over David's knee. The paddle stung more than ever and Ross was soon bouncing up and down with each whack. He didn't know how much more he would be able to take without crying out, the paddle spanked on and on. His bottom was a fiery furnace, stinging, burning hot, a completely new kind of ecstasy. Just as he thought he had reached the limit of his endurance the merciless paddling stopped and David caressed his tenderised buttocks with his hand and told him it was over.
'That was your first spanking' David said. ' I just want to assure you that it will not be your last!'
Ross was allowed to stand up and David stood up beside him. David put his arms around him and continued caressing and feeling the hot buttocks as he looked Ross right in the eye and kissed him full on the lips. Ross responded and the two men were soon locked in each other's arms in an embrace that was pure heated passion.
David led Ross to the bed where he told him to lie face-down. David removed his own clothing and lay on top of Ross, relishing the warmth of the freshly spanked buttocks against his own erect _c_o_c_k_. He turned Ross over and took his _c_o_c_k_ in his hand and began to rub it slowly. ' I've got a feeling we'll be back here again tomorrow' he said.
Ross closed his eyes and knew he had finally arrived where he had always wanted to be.