Well, you've certainly read the story about my visit to the Bucaneers' match against the Lions. While I was spending the three weeks with Uncle Jerome, there was another match taking place during my stay in Tamba Bay. I had to go there !
- "No, Randy, you won't get my permission to go there."
- "See, Uncle Jerome, I don't wanna lie to you again. Please, don't bring me in a situation where I might tend to disobey you again."
- "Then just don't go there."
- "Don't you understand that it's like an obsession ? You know the last time Dad and I visited you, I had been the one who paid for everything, I had saved a lot of money to come here. I'm such a big fan, I can't be in Tampa Bay without going to a match that's taking place here. I will go with Joey and his father, so it's not dangerous at all and I can't see a reason why you prohibit it."
- "Look, Randy, I'm older than you, I have my experiences and I know that the things that happen at the stadium are unpredictable."
- "I will take care of myself, and so will Joey's father. He's about the same age as you and must have at least as much experiences as you. He wouldn't go there with his son if it was so dangerous."
- "No, Randy the answer still is no."
- "What if I go anyway ?"
- "You've experienced last week what happens then, but as you're even telling me that you're gonna disobey me, you can bet that it's gonna be worse than last time."
- "But this time I'm honest !"
- "If I were you I wouldn't try it."
F_u_c_k_! I gave up and left. I went to my room, and I was beside myself with anger. I really was about to freak out. Why the hell didn't he let me go there ? I was thinking and thinking what might be the reason.
Then, I had an idea. He just wanted to have a reason to spank me again! During the last session I had noticed a hard-on knocking at my thighs. That must be it. I went to his room and tried it again.
- "Can I maybe buy your permission ?"
- "What do you mean ?"
- "See, the only reason I can find that you won't let me go to the match is that you want to have a reason to spank me." He looked at me quite surprised, but didn't protest. "Tell me, did you enjoy spanking me last time ?"
- "Well, um, yes, Randy, I enjoyed it. I like to educated you, I like to teach you something, and I liked it that you fully understood why I spanked you."
- "Can't we just make a deal ? You give me the permission to go to that match, and I let you spank me every day until then. I do you a favour, you do me a favour. What do you think ?"
- "Is it really worth that for you ? Getting spanked every day for the next five days just to go to the match ?"
- "I just can't stay at home when they play. It was like that the last time, I knew it was possible that you would spank me, but that didn't stop me. If you had asked me immediatly after that spanking if I would do the same thing again, I would've told you that I didn't regret it. The spanking was fair, and the Buccaneers were worth it."
- "OK, Randy if that's what you want."
- "Let me emphasize that it's not the spanking what I want. That is just a way to make you give me the permission to go to the match, because I know that you like to spank me and with that deal, you don't have to prohibit me going to the match just to have a reason for spanking me."
- "But you know that you won't be able to sit down without pain for about a week, don't you ? I will give you spanking every day, today, tomorrow, on friday, saturday and sunday. Every spanking will be on the bare, you will get 100 beats each time, and it's really gonna hurt. Do you still want that deal ?"
- "Yes, sir."
We shook hands and by that our deal was perfect. Immediatly after that, I had to pay my first installment. I had to take off my trousers and underwear and placed myself across his knees. He started spanking me quite hard and showed no mercy. He was playing with the speed of the slaps. Some came like a rapid fire; others were spread out and and each one itself was quite painful. That was quite interesting, because I never knew when the next beat would come and I was really excited. As this was more like a game then a punishment, I also had fun in spite of the growing pain. No, I did not regret my decision about the deal.
He asked me if I liked to get spanked because I didn't cry and we were chatting and joking a bit during the spanking. I told him that I wouldn't like it if it was without any reason, but knowing exactly what it is for, it's ok. I don't enjoy the pain, but I like the reason the spanking is for.
The next day he did some experiments with the position in wich he gave me the spanking. I had to lie face down on the bed for 20 beats; I had to bend over the table for 20 beats, he gave me 20 beats while kinda hugging me, 20 beats I was given just bending over, and another 20 lying over his knee. During the change of position, my bottom always had some time to calm down, so this session really wasn't that bad. I like the otk-position best.
On friday, he was playing a bit with various implements. He gave me 20 beats with a ping-pong-paddle; another 20 with the hairbrush, he also tried a ruler, a belt, and a cane. This was really serious. The ruler was not that bad, but I was quite surprised how painful using a hairbrush could be. And about the pain that beats with the belt and the cane cause, I don't have to tell you. I liked the ping-pong-paddle best. But all in all, I prefer getting a hand-spanking.
The next day my bottom was very sore and I had real problems to sit down properly. He laughed at me as I was sitting there uncomfortably on my chair at breakfast, but I told him that I still didn't regret it and that the Buccaneers were worth it.
This saturday, he already gave me the spanking after the breakfast. He said that he didn't want me to concentrate more on my stinging bum than on the match the next day; because it wasn't a punishment but a game. Now this was really fair. The spanking was not very hard and I didn't cry. My bottom had some time to relax that afternoon and on Sunday as well. Of cause sitting down still reminded me of the spankings, but it was not that bad.
On sunday after the match, I had to pay my final installment. He was making the beats his hardest and although it was "only" a hand-spanking, I was sobbing because I was really in pain. He couldn't hold back the remark that it had been my idea, but I concentrated on my favourite team and knew I was going through this for them. I was quite relieved when it was over.
It really took me three days after that until my bottom had recovered from the spankings. The day before I left, I allowed him to give me a spanking as a goodbye, just for fun, so I had something that reminded me for some days of the pleasent time I had spent with him during the three weeks - a sore bottom !