Of course I have followed the news on the economic crisis in Asia on the news, and knew that it would affect the economy of the country I recently moved to. But I never realised that it would affect my personal life to the extent it has. Let me go back a few months, when I took up a guest position for one year at a university in Australia. There are lots of Asian students here, both undergraduates and postgraduates. Though some of them are from a rich background, most live on scholarships from their government, which is exactly where their problem started. Especially the students from Indonesia all of a sudden find themselves rather short of money, as I was told by a student I met over lunch, soon after I arrived here. This boy, who is know here as Jim, was sharing a house with some other students from Indonesia, but was now looking for cheaper accommodation, hoping for a free room in exchange for carrying out some duties in the house. Since I am in the rather luxurious position of having a whole house with three rooms for guest just for myself as part of my job, I wondered if I might be able to help this student. The house I live in is not only fairly large, but also has two separate entrances, so the guest quarters would be rather private. Although I expected to have lots of visitors, I could not imagine that I immediately needed all three spare rooms. Moreover, the idea of some help with cleaning, cooking and shopping really appealed to me, as I am not particularly fond of these tasks.
The first week was great. Jim was really helpful around the house and often did the shopping. We had our meals together, which he prepared in a skilful manner. Since I like to have a glass of wine with my dinner, I had asked Jim to buy some red wine at the wine shop around the corner. However, when I looked for the box, I could not find it and asked Jim where he had put it. He then 'confessed' that he had not brought it in. "Will you punish me now, Sir?" I was rather surprised by his question and told him to get the wine tomorrow, getting a bottle of white from the fridge. He thanked me for my kind response and explained that his father would have given him a severe spanking, if this had happened at home. Since he had embarked on one of my favourite topics, I decided to make some further enquiries on how his father used to spank him. It all depended on how bad he had been, Jim explained. Sometimes it was done with a bare hand, sometimes with a belt; sometimes on his jeans, but often on his bare bum. I told him I would have to do the same if he misbehaved, and he fully accepted that as part of the conditions of staying in my house.
When tomorrow came, there was still no wine. Again his question came: "Will you punish me now, Sir?" My answer was simple: "Yes, Jim, you have been warned and knew what was coming. I will meet you in the lounge after you have cleaned the dinner table." While Jim cleaned up, I moved to the lounge and watched the news. Before the news was finished, Jim came in, assuming a submissive position next to my chair. When the news had finished, I turned the TV off and looked at the handsome boy who was about to be punished. "Prepare yourself for punishment as you would do at home, boy", I ordered him. Without much ado, he took off his belt, put it over the back of a chair, unzipped his fly, removed his shoes and socks and took off his jeans and boxer shorts. He then draped himself over the chair, legs spread wide. I took up the belt and positioned myself behind him, at his left. "I will give you five lashes, Jim, and you will count all of them." He did as he was told and then thanked me in a most endearing manner. After that, I allowed him to stand up and dress again - his firm erection did not remain unnoticed. Even with his jeans on again, it was clearly visible. He rubbed his bottom when I told him he could go back to his room.
When I went for a walk later that night, I noticed that the box with red wine was in the garage. The message was clear: Jim had not wanted to disobey me, but was in desperate need of a good spanking. Well, if that was what he liked, I would make sure he would get a fair share of that. Upon my return home, I walked up to the lounge t the other end of the room, connected to the guestrooms. Jim was watching TV and smiled when I walked in. "So what were you up to, boy? Do you like to be spanked?" "Yes, Sir. I hope you don't mind. I will be a good boy again." "You sure will, Jim. If not, you know how I will correct your behaviour." I walked out of the room, expecting that this was not the last of my adventure with my Asian student friend. However, I could not possibly anticipate all the excitement that was to follow in he next weeks, when more 'poor Indonesian students' moved in. If I get round to it, I will tell you more about it ......
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