Again, correspondence, again non-fiction and 100% true
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Date: 2/1/99, 10:49 AM
Tom,
"can you tell me more about your Florida friend who spanked that High School boy?"
I can try. He wasn't, in any way, "a friend." I was with a younger man (Navy recruit from the South) who had struggled to get out of a more extreme relationship (where he used to be bound down tightly - almost every night, in fact, when the other guy got home from work -- his hands tied to the legs with his stomach over the coffee table, and then his bare ass and back strapped by that man "to make sure you've been good while I've been gone today!"). He had said he wanted a relationship that could be more open where he could "be more myself." He got that, but he also soon realized he was also in one with a man who saw value in spanking him, more intimately though, over my own knees when he needed it, and a whole lot more. It was fairly early in our relationship that I first spanked him and made that clear. It was simply non-negotiable, non-discussible, if he wanted to be with me. Anyway, we had been spending time together (I was there on a partial vacation), getting to know each other real well, and I had, for sure, taken the time to introduce him to some of the more intimate ways a boy needs spanked sometimes. He'd come alive earlier that Sunday afternoon. Then, he took me along to this very lower class (sorry, I don't know how else to refer to this but I don't mean anything negative by this term) motel-style apartment later that afternoon where a whole group of his friends were having a Sunday afternoon get together. Time for introductions.
There were a lot of folks there, some great people, men of all ages and a few women (I think it was Christmas related, if I recall correctly) laying out those huge colorful plastics stirring bowls of chips, pretzels, etc., plastic cups for whatever, all in the midst of the TV blaring, very seedy furniture, etc. I don't know if any of the others were involved in relationships that involved correction or not, but that one man with that high school boy certainly was.
That man in question, when I first was introduced to him, was slouched on the couch, a beer in the plastic cup he was motioning "Nice to meet ya'!" with and while talking with some of the others also, but right beside him, close enough to seem apart of him, but saying nothing at all, was the young but tall, rather thin, high school white boy. He was almost huddled there under the man's left arm.
The boy was saying nothing, nor was he smiling; but he was just sitting there right beside him, at times leaning on his chest and looking through his long flowing hair with those big eyes with wonderfully attractive eye brows to boot, up into the man's eyes with more than a little admiration. Initially, at least, I thought it was "admiration" that first afternoon I saw him there, but later learned it was more likely because the man had just given him his spanking before bringing him out to the gathering, and just before we had come in had been over heard by some saying to the lad, "Do you need me to take you into the back room and remind you what I told you earlier?" The lad not wanting to provoke the man further was sticking close, just in case, and being very attentive and quiet.
When the boy spoke later to my friend who had sat or a chair need that couch, the lad's voice was very feminine, teary, yeah, but also emotional, wispy. The man himself was in sloppy jeans, an odd looking guy in a long-sleeved shirt, (he might have been related to the armed services in some way, but I don't really remember), in other words, not in any way the impressive board-room looking type at all. The opposite. There were some younger women around too, almost neighborhood type drop ins. One, I later found out, was the boy's mother, but most there were men. Certainly no one else was dressed up for the occasion either. The high school boy almost never left the proximity of the older man or moved from that couch, but occasionally they were not together when the man went into the kitchen for more beer or whatever. It was then I realized the young Navy man I was with knew him and talked openly as a friend with him in my presence and introducing me as well. The boy considered my friend to be his friend, though then I had no idea why at that point? Others there also mentioned the boy was afraid to do anything apart from his man lest he be spanked again, even in a back bedroom. The boy apparently was always getting spanked at the man's home the two shared anyway and most people knew it so no one paid much attention. I was also told the man usually spanked him after he woke him and showered him every morning, but I wasn't paying much attention that afternoon. He'd help him a bit with his homework in the evenings and apparently spank him often then again, again so I was told. So, the boy went to high school and came immediately home to watch soap operas (plus talked a lot on the phone, including to my Navy friend) and have some free time before the man came home and the boy had to have prepared dinner. The boy wasn't allowed to use the phone but would call my friend anyway and it wasn't unusual, I came to find out, for the man to return home, catch him at it, and spank him again for it. Still the boy called.
Again I don't recall the real reason why these two guys knew each other or talked a lot (if I ever knew), but my Navy friend (about 24) and the high school boy used to talk a lot about everything, including the fact that they were both getting spankings, "girl talk." The boy apparently believed the Navy boy with me needed help in "catching" me (!) (If so, he did, because the Navy boy ultimately failed) and was even more interested in "knowing" when I had begun spanking my own boy, more family style, over my own knees and the two talked about how the other got it and on and on sometimes, at least it seemed like, for hours.
But I heard a lot about the boy's life, including his own spankings that had started when he was much younger. His own Dad and Mom had apparently tried to beat it those more feminine interests out of him, stripping him and strapping him. His Dad, I was told, drank heavily and often applied his belt with his own heavy hand on the young boy, so much so that the boy had run away several times. He hadn't succeeded much in junior high or high school. Then Dad gave up and somehow this man took over with their blessing and took the boy off their hands. The man, though, certainly not trying to change him at all, believed in disciplining him in their own relationship and thus correction and guidance across the young lad's bare bottom had continued. Life had just gone on for the boy. Some said, though it was never confirmed, that his Dad still, on occasion strapped him too. And, it was also clear the Mom for sure knew the man spanked him a lot and simply felt that that was just the way the boy was. The simple fact of the matter was that among most of them around there, including his mom, this particular tall high school boy with his pants down getting another spanking was just the way it should be too, no big deal. There were no games, no scenes, it was just life as they saw it, no big deal.
The boy's goal in life was to be a cosmetologist, I recall. For me, it was an extremely bizarre relationship. I'd never seen or heard of such a thing before then though I've seen worse and far more bizarre since then, if I'm to be honest.
My guy wanted to stay close to both of them and did so (don't recall why, but I think it had something to do with considering this younger high school boy what he used to refer to as "a sister" and sort of trying to look out for the boy -- I don't know if there was more to it though), but the older man was just not the kind of person I had much in common with and I personally wanted nothing to do with any of it. The guy I was with was extremely close to me and I still know him, but as life pressed me elsewhere, our intimacy parted, though the Navy guy follow me for awhile at that time. My guy was super, but life sometimes move people apart. I don't know what happened to the high school boy (or any of the others from back then, either).
"How does he meet these effeminate young rednecks?" Bars and hangouts for the real queens, including those under aged in the trashier sections of South Florida and, yes, they still do it.
"what are their ages?" High school and high school drop outs, sometimes run-a-ways, etc. but also college kids who have to "get away."
"have you ever witnessed any of them getting spanked?" Yes, I have. There are some men who actively seek out these boys who are very feminine in look, age, bearing, and manner (though they may or may not be under legal age in the location of question). To speak only of the man referenced above, the boy's Mom was there and the Dad had later also dropped in to that little gathering (which is why I remember it so well as that really shocked me back then). It seemed clear they were very willing to have the boy with his feminine manner being taken over by the older man. The parents just didn't seem to have any idea what to do with a boy like that or what to think of him and actually seemed embarrassed by his manner. It was sad. On the other hand here was an older man, willing to take over the boy, care for him, and that solved an immediate need on their part. If that man spanked their son, even beat him, well, that was the way it just was in their opinion. The boy himself was sure the man spanked him because he "loved" him. This particular boy's hair was shoulder blade length and light blond. There was nothing masculine about him in any way. I saw him at the complex's pool one afternoon and he looked pre-pubescent, though well formed, hard to recognize him as a teenage boy though, if I recall he was a junior(?) -- at least that's what pops into my mind today but tomorrow it might dawn on me he was younger or older if I had time to think about it. When stripped for a spanking though, he was large under his briefs and clearly all male in that department, but he squealed and yelped wildly when the man's hand cracked hard his bare buns as he was stripping him and immediately caused the boy to dance around protecting himself while the man held him by the one arm, yanking off his cloths and swatting him with the other. The man kept slapping his buns urging him to step out of his jeans and briefs quickly when they had fallen down around his ankles, as I recall, one time. The lad's _c_o_c_k_ and balls were flopping freely as he was jumping around, trying to get away while reacting to those slaps on his buns. The man kept slapping him threatening to get "the stick" if he didn't get out of those clothes immediately. He certainly knew he was going to get it right then and there, and I'm sure everyone knew that man only gave it to his boy one way and hard. But, the boy was clearly very, very much afraid of the man's spanking him. Like older boys in my own experience, even though they know they aren't going to avoid it or get the man to change his mind and even though they know trying to get away is only likely to make him spank them harder and longer, they still all try. Seems to be almost a natural instinct. But, when actually dragged across the man's lap, this particular boy went berserk while kicking, screaming, squealing, and in every way putting on a really good but very loud show.
I recall the man's saying there was no other way to handle him when he paused and noticed my looking at him. Then he tore into that boy's bare bottom. [the time I'm thinking of was different from that first gathering and may have been at his house, I don't recall.] While it was extreme, by my standards, you are correct in thinking that this boy, completely stripped and strung out over his man's lap, presented a very nice bare bottom just asking for some corrective attention before the man began, but because of his young age and manner, there were no high and lofty manner in him at all. He was just a boy, stripped bare, and now up high over his man's knees, up high for all to see and waiting like his man wanted him to be, waiting to get the attention to his young bare bottom that he needed and was surely going to get. I don't remember why it was he was getting spanked or what he had done that time. It really didn't matter. The man, his man, had decided he needed a spanking and that was exactly what was clearly now going to happen.
Once he was secure firmly over the man's lap and held tightly, his young bare bottom danced seductively, even erotically very freely and openly, while he struggled and screamed as the man spanked him very effectively and very openly. The man's palm cracked down across both the young man's buns and the boy responsively lunged forward quickly, his head with flopping hair jerked up sharply and the boy shrieked sharply. The boy was extremely vocal and active as the man brought his palm down again and again. His buns turned scarlet and bruised easily, but the man kept it up, spanking him and hard. His spanking continued while those of us there stood silently watching. The man walloped him, very publicly, as well as very long and very hard while the young one cried, then screamed, and promised the world. Still the man just continued spanking him for a very long time. The boy's buns were bruised heavily.
Still, it was unusually very extreme to my own mind then, even now, and this was not really my thing. As I said, I didn't ever get to know either of them, didn't openly encourage the older man even when they'd drop over (though he did seem to make attempts to welcome me), but the guy with me did and at times spent time out with both of them. Just not my thing. Still my guy said the boy was spanked all the time and didn't like it at all, but I recall when I asked why the boy didn't just up and leave, my friend indicated that if he tried, the man and also his own parents would find him and take him back for sure and the result of that would be not just a spanking, but a whipping! The boy was convinced it was "love" that that was it, at least in his mind. He just didn't have much self respect or believe he really had much to offer. In fact he used to refer to himself as a "screw up" all the time. He wasn't though. In fact he seemed rather smart, but he just never could understand that. I've no idea what became of them but the man had other friends who also had guys around.
Cal
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Tom,
On your 2/2/99 note:
"I thought of one question I forgot to ask you about the young feminine. boy. What was his reaction after he was spanked (did he cry even more, did he sulk), and what was that of the man who spanked him?"
OK, thinking back on it (and no one's asked me to think back of this for years), but I'm amazed how clear it still is. The man who was given charge of the young high school boy was middle-aged, scruffy, cigarette chain-smoking, and a bit unkempt with a regular 9-5 job (he might have been a mail clerk, but I can't recall) was well aware of the pleasures of what he saw to be his good fortune, a boy of his own with Mom and Dad's blessing. The man was certainly not naive. He was very aware of his luck and took open pleasure in having the young man in his life in every way, but he also knew of and took special enjoyment in stripping the young boy down and spanking the boy anytime and anywhere he wanted to, and did so openly and frequently. The boy was always careful when he was around, but the man never felt a need for a reason for having his nice bare fanny across his knees for a spanking. Their was nothing the man enjoyed doing more than giving it to him and with very good reason. The reason I knew about the man somewhat, in this regard, was the man had apparently originally wanted the young Navy man I was then with, Gary, too. He had wanted both of them. Gary's prior friend, as I mentioned yesterday, liked him over the coffee table for the strap. But Gary's prior friend, before we met, had been a close friend of this young boy's man as well and thus Gary had been whipped in front of both of the older men. At times, Gary had said, when he had earned it and was getting it the young boy had also sometimes been present and watched him getting it too, wiping his tears in comfort later. Gary had in turn watched the young boy get spanked often. No big deal.
Gary, though he was older, Navy, was also slight of build, though nicely defined when stripped down, but passive in manner and with a bare bottom and buns that were well formed from Navy workouts. Gary's "Ex" was obviously into some of the more extremes and loved strapping his bare bottom, keeping him black and blue; but he especially liked to strap him with others around and found it especially enjoyable to strap him in front of his friend and this young more feminine high school boy. Gary's personal stories were not pleasant ones, though, and I recall still how bruised he was when we met. Partly because of this prior treatment, but also because I prefer otherwise, I always spanked Gary over my knees and never used a strap or anything like that on him. We were very close and intimate and although I didn't hesitate to yank down Gary's own jeans and briefs and give him a spankings across my own knees in private, I stopped all humiliation or anything other than affection when others were there. But before, as Gary and the young boy had several times been disciplined together or in front of the other, a natural refuge in tears between the two had developed that otherwise might not have been so personal. Gary and the boy commiserated after their spankings or their whippings; the two older men took pleasure and were close and watched out for each other's interests. The boy's referred to each other as "sisters."
When I entered the picture, the high school boy was all ears, some might say even more, of Gary as Gary was with someone with a bit different focused who began encouraging Gary to develop his own education and his own future. I didn't need, nor did I ever wanted, Gary as a dependent "boy" around. So, the high school boy was always asking Gary how I was spanking him and wanted to know every time I'd spanked Gary, but he apparently he was also unable to fathom a more equal relationship that while he still got spanked, it was not all the time, it was never with anyone around, and Gary was moving out in ways that the young boy could never have imagined for himself, in part because he would have been whipped within an inch of his young life. No one wanted that!
But also, remember, though the boy was thin, feminine, and maybe "red neck" is better than the "white trash" term I recall hearing then, that boy was also nicely built and attractive. As I recall, he was close to my height (I'm 6' 2" almost 3") with long flowing shoulder length blond hair that was very nicely cared for (he wanted to be a cosmetologist, recall, though that was simply because he'd been pushed that way). But when that boy was stripped down (as he was more than a few times when I was around), he was striking in that his abbs were well formed, his chest was developed somewhat, and most striking of all, he always seemed to be wearing very tiny, white cotton bikini briefs that barely contained his basket and were exceptionally complementary hugging on to his tight buns. Thus, although when he spoke, the wisp and femininity of his voice (actually these are speech therapy correctable issues, remember) was startling and sad, in some ways, his body and facial expressions, especially his eyes and brows, were exceptionally attractive. He'd often spend time around Gary (and that included me, when I was there) and we all went places together occasionally, but when he was at our place, he'd be fussing with hair and talking up a storm with Gary and usually around the place in just those tiny bikini briefs. After he got to know me (though never to any significant degree), he would often dive into my own arms or sit beside me too. On those occasions I recall, when he would come over with red eyes or even tears, he was especially in need of someone just holding him and he'd crave affection. On several occasions I too would use medical cream on his striped buns and upper thighs and calm him down in my own arms. He was a beautiful kid and a great guy, once you took the time to get past the initial feeling. Unfortunately, no one gave his speech issue much attention and he was ultimately taken up in a feminine culture that accentuated and rewarded him for his feminine side, rather than helping him find balance or what he wanted for himself. On at least one occasion, I recall wanting to drive him to the doctor's myself, but he was deathly afraid his man would get in trouble (and for sure he was right about that) and he'd be whipped by him and his Dad too later. He was probably right about that. Anyway, I want to make sure I've corrected the picture of the boy more accurately and highlight the relationship that was very close between him and Gary. It was only his man and myself that had nothing in common. (I don't drink or smoke, by the way, and am just not into the beer buddy thing).
All of this was by way of background to your question: "What was his reaction after he was spanked (did he cry even more, did he sulk),and what was that of the man who spanked him?"
The boy, and sorry, I just cannot recall his name thought I've tried since you've started asking, had just had those skimpy white cotton bikini briefs he favored and that he looked so attractive in, taken down, and completely off, then tossed over a chair. He was in tears and pleadings before he went over that man's knees and that bare bottom of his was very roughly and thoroughly spanked hard by the man. It hadn't taken long for the man to take the boy over the edge and he was kicking, screaming, hollering, and pleading with tears flowing no matter where he was and who was there seeing it all. The man knew how to focus his boy and it was clear the boy's only focus was on that spanking and the man's hand. Nothing else mattered to the boy at that moment, nor should it have. But the man went on long after it was necessary are far, far longer than the boy needed for sure. Yes, he was crying, tears flowing, when he was let up and went he dashed into the other room, still crying.
The man had tossed his jeans and briefs to Gary, but Gary was also not comfortable with that man. So, I later took them to the boy. Yes, when I entered he was curled up around the pillows on the bed and he was sobbing. His bare bottom was redder than just red and he was bruised. He just cried more, even much more when he knew it was me there as he had nothing at all to hide from me. It's hard, real hard, to try to comfort a boy like that. If an outsider intervenes often the boy just later gets it worse and there's no sense encouraging the boy or giving him hope for something that's only going to make it still worse on him sometime down the road. I tried not to get involved that day (or other days either). Still, it was difficult to see.
"Did he cry even more, did he sulk?" Yes, both, but although his tears finally subsided and he ultimately re-entered the room (actually the man told him to come out and he knew better than to object), he sulked so much the man warned him several times and came close to spanking him again later and would have, I suspect, except that the owner of the place asked him to hold off. I don't know what happened once that boy got home, however.
". . . and what was that of the man who spanked him?" He returned to sitting there with his half empty Bud, lit up again, and was quickly engaged in the tube and sports conversations. There was nothing, from his perspective, unusual about any of this. After all, his boy had needed a spanking so he had simply yanked down his jeans and briefs and spanked him, that's all. I mean, nothing strange about that and no criticism for his care in taking care of his boy. And if he cared about any of us being around there when he gave it to him, it certainly didn't show at all. Then again, why should it? Gary was there and he knew about him and some of the others probably knew too. The boy needed spanked and he got spanked. End of story.
As many men who have a boy will tell you, often openly. When your boy screws up, you simply yank 'em all down and spank him, that's all. If someone happens to be there, well, the boy should of thought about that before he screwed up in the first place. When a boy screws up, he doesn't need his ass spanked a couple of hours later. He needs it right then. That's just the way it is and their is nothing wrong with that!
"was the boy sent to his room or anything of the sort, or did everything just go back to normal." The man shortly insisted he re-enter the room, but yes, later the high school boy who was clearly having trouble was told to go back to the back room. "Pull you rself together and wait for me there. I'll be back for you." It wasn't long later that the man disappeared from the room where the rest of us were and the high school boy's tears could be heard once again. The boy was a nice guy though. He simply had trouble listening to that man he was sure he "loved."
"Well on to the other good situation I know. My friend, Pol, grew up in the Philippines in a wealthy family. He and his many siblings were subjected to frequent corporal punishment. When Pol was 10 his father discovered that the oldest son of the family who was 16 had joined a gang. This enraged the father, when the son came home that evening his father confronted him in front of the family. At first the boy lied about, which earned him a punch in the stomach, after some more of this the father got him to admit what he did. His father then proceeded to forcibly strip the boy naked and lay into him with the belt. He beat him fiercely all over his ass, legs and back. Before it was over the whole family was crying and begging the father to stop. In the end, Pol's brother had long red welts all over his body. He was also grounded for 6 months. Needless to say he quit the gang. About five years latter when Pol was 15 his parents left to work abroad for 2 years. The children were left in the custody of the paternal grandfather a retired military man. Needless to say this man had a very strict approach to discipline, and bare bottomed switchings were an almost daily occurrence. He was particularly harsh on Pol in part because of his budding homo_s_e_x_uality, Pol used to sneak out of the house to participate in drag beauty pageants and this earned him many lashings. He said he was made to drop his pants and shorts and bend over the nearest chair or desk. He also told me the kind of tree the switches came from, I do not remember the name, but he said they were thin but very strong and whippy and produced a terrible sting. I think that this kind of extreme cp was not to Pol's benefit he had a lot of hang ups and contradictions in his life, and he was not a very happy person, in contrast to my friend, Hal, who is one of the happiest most mentally sound people I know. I would love to hear what you think about this TOM"
Well, it's not unusual, Tom. Switchings are not usual in some families and I've never heard of any of them being applied to anything but the teenage boy after he's been told to present himself bare. Elderly grandfathers switching a bare teenage boy, even college age, is also not all that rare, especially if my e-mail is any reflection. It's usually male relatives who take over in a Dad's absence (or sometimes, simply supplement the boy's care when Dad's not immediately available). I don't think any culture is exempt, but I too know of this in The Philippines and among all classes, but it happens in your own American South too and increasingly, it appears. Don't consider me an authority of any sort on anything like this; but from what I've seen, when a boy's spanked in a relationship of trust, respect, and he feels loved, cared for and really helped (not just yelled at or expected to get things right on his own, like by studying for hours and hours whether he comprehends or not), well in that kind of a context, I know of no boys who haven't turned out not only appreciative and grateful, but who have also made something solid of themselves and who are exceptionally proud of who they are and all those in their family. Maybe that would have included YOU?
Cal