What follows is what occurred when the father of this particular young man, recently asked me to show him and his friend how to use a switch on this boy for discipline and to urge the young man to change his ways. It is written as accurately as I can recall it, but the following is not adequate detail for anyone who chooses to apply the Switch. If you do so choose, ask someone who has some experience here. The Switch is for punishment, not for causing harm or cutting the lad's bare cheeks. Still, for those who have asked, I will post it.
Truth remains strange here. But, this is how it happened:
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"The purpose of this switch is to apply it swiftly and precisely on the tender parts of this young man's bare bottom, whipping him right down low, under, but above, where his thighs begin, so that without leaving cuts or major welts, this boy's pain, tears, and movements of his bare bottom will insure this switch leaves a very memorable enough impression that the behavior you have judged unacceptable will not quickly be repeated again I can assure you,"
I smiled, looking over at the older man's just-about-to-turn-twenty's son sitting off to the side and certainly not looking happy.
"At the same time, he will perform beautifully and naturally for you as I'm switching him, and in a way to make him appealing to you while we're switching him. Afterwards, he will obey, hoping you never repeat this, and you will be proud of him. This is punishment. You want to stop him from doing certain things, you've said? This will."
I was talking to the young man's father and one another man in the father's penthouse overlooking the city. The boy noticeably cringed at my words, his face turning pale as they sank in. He was about to be whipped because of what he had done (and been doing) and he knew it. Things had gotten out of hand in his life. Now it was time to pull him back in line and whip him.
"In terms of your doing this later sometime, 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's," I pointed to him. "I'll show you tonight," I looked over at this boy who had started sweating, "when I have him bare and turned over, and we'll have this boy, any boy, in tears almost immediately and promising changes quickly. That's when real learning begins. Usually you have to make sure he's held down. You're going to see plenty of struggling and bucking tonight. But to correct him effectively with a switch you must know what you are doing and you must not let his pleas or tears affect you until you and you alone are positive he has gotten your message, then continue until his bare bottom is well striped, very red and you are completely satisfied."
I paused, took another sip of my drink, and look at the boy. This was going to be a good evening, I was sure!
"Then I like to apply a little cream, and take him over my knee and spank him to make sure his bottom's nice and red before I stand him in the corner to let it sink in. If he fidgets or complains, anything while he's in the corner thinking, well, we'll spank him or switch him again."
So much for lecturing. It's rare I've showed anyone how to do something like this, but this one couldn't be avoided unfortunately.
Both men were nodding, saying nothing. The boy's mouth had dropped open and he was still staring. It must have dawned on him by now that this was going to be serious.
"You'll see how to do it tonight. Just watch this boy learn his lesson, but never do this except for extreme disobedience, a last resort, and then ONLY 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 in the chair sunk lower, utter panic showed in his eyes as I continued ignoring him, but had continued talking with the other two men as if he were not there, listening. His eyes beginning to dart around.
My host's boy, Niwat, knowing why I had come I assumed, 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. After he's answered the door bell, his Dad had quickly come up and ushered us into the room were we were all sitting now, with him following. It was 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 deep brown leather overstuffed couch, his feet 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. The other man sat on a straighter chair as did I.
"OK, what has he done that you've asked me to show you how to whip this one?" It was my time to smile more now. I knew what he had done, but wanted it repeated in front of the boy.
The boy's father began a story of the lad's frequent weekend's drinking, returning home at all hours or not at all. He seemed to be stressing how long this had been going on and everything he'd tried, including endless restrictions and all the rest of the modern advice stuff. Nothing had worked.
Niwat scooted his body up straighter in that couch as his Dad laid it out coldly. His eyes looked me up and down.
". . . My son's been a problem for months now forcing me to realize something has to be done. My friend," he looked at the other man, "reminded me Niwat needed his ass whipped."
Now Niwat stiffened even more noticeably in his chair, his whole body stiffened noticeably but his eyes remained fixed on me, his hands clenched in his lap. The other man there, a man I'd known for years, smiled.
"And suggested I call you, his friend." he nodded to me. "He's right. That's what the boy needs and a strong man to whip him so he'll feel it makes sense. I'm too involved."
Niwat looked like he was sweating even more, eyeing me closely.
"The sticks you asked that 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 to punish him. Make him change. But I want to see how to do it," he'd said, "so I can do it myself if I ever have to, but still I don't want to damage him in any way, I just want to punish him and force him to obey me," then he sat down on a chair in the far corner. He was very somber. The room was deadly silent.
I just sat there smiling at Niwat, looking him over, assessing him, and letting tension fill the room while I studied this boy who was looking and 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 was going to whip me so I'll stop drinking whiskey," he looked tense, very scared, trying to hide it. ("Pa" is the typical local word for "father.")
"And if you don't?"
"I guess you'll just going to have to try and whip me again, Sir, or," he smirked, "Maybe Pa 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 pull off your pants when he spanked you?"
"Yea, but I'm not. . ."
"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 make me take everything off?!?"
"Yes, I'm going to whip you, boy. Don't you understand what that means? 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, muscular, tan body and skimpy sparkling white briefs hugging his hips revealingly, especially of what had to be a rather fine endowment. 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 spoke to 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 having anyone talk about his bottom like that, possibly 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'm going 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!"
I ignored him. "Pick a switch, Niwat!"
"PA!" He 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, his tight young cherry, his _c_o_c_k_ extended down and visible too, everything was visible now. Both men had stood up for a better view. 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 knew 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 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, pure white, waiting. I could sense both men behind me watching carefully at what was taking place while he still struggled some. I patted 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 honor and wonderful challenge! I couldn't' believe my good fortune!
Yet, what surprised me right then was that both his Father and the other man, my friend, were not sitting back watching. They were standing behind me, looking at Niwat's 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? Embarrasses the hell out of him, doesn't it?"
They didn't know the word but they were following me.
"Watch it move and squirm. Now he can't hide it. Now, here a boy who knows he's going 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!"
My old friend seemed in heaven.
"Come on, Pa, might as well learn how to handle the 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 land the switch to him to keep him on his toes. Right here! That's right. Spank him here, too. Right there where it's tender and you can be 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 it wasn't necessary anymore. I guess maybe I was wrong."
"Yes, 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 drinking. He looks to me like he's been needing one for a long time now. Don't you think so, Dad?"
He nodded, "Yes."
"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.
"Please, Please, Please don't. 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. Save the promises. Too late for that now. Time to get to it. Time to make this little bare fanny sing. Help Niwat learn his lesson and let him cry it all ought tonight. 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 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. It went on and on and on as I taught him.
Finally I grabbed him off the couch and threw him across my lap, letting him sob it all out. I took the cream I had with him and applied it liberally as he just lay over my lap, kicking every time my finger touched his red buns, but still just sobbing it all out. Then I began spanking him carefully, rounding out the streaks and redness, evening it out, 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. 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 one, left ankle.
He was clearly still in pain and had felt the consequences of his past behavior. The severity was beyond what he had expected. It wasn't a joke anymore!
Both men were trance like, staring, saying nothing.
"Now what you do, Dad, is spank him soundly over the next few weeks so he knows you're serious too and understands exactly what you expect from him."
The man just looked, then he began shaking his head.
"Actually," his Dad looked over and said, "Watching you's clear I never did it right. I've never got a reaction out'a him like you just got, not even when he was small and I used to use a ruler on him. You sure got his attention quick and held it. Would you be willing to handle him for awhile for me? Stop his drinking for sure?"
"First, you take over and try it, then we can talk." I replied. But, looking over at Niwat standing nude in the corner, I made a split second decision and thought to myself, "with pleasure."