From: spnky61815@aol.com (Spnky61815) Newsgroups: alt._s_e_x_.spanking Subject: The first time (M2M) Date: 26 Sep 1995 16:44:20 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 138 Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com Message-ID:<449on4$hto@newsbf02.news.aol.com> Reply-To: spnky61815@aol.com (Spnky61815) NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com
" Well, I had been living with Rick for about two weeks, even though we had known each other for about a year. We had met at work, liked each other, and after hanging around together for months, decided it would be O.K. if we shared the big house Rick had inherited from his parents, along with the cabin up north. Things had been going pretty well, but I noticed that Rick had something on his mind, like he was waiting for something, but I didn't know what.
"Rick is a neat freak, and I'm sort of a slob, not dirty, just a little messy. I leave dishes around and don't always clean up the bathroom, or my room. Well one Friday at work, Rick told me that when we got home we were going to have to talk. That's all he would say, so I spent the rest of the day figuring that he had found someone else that he wanted to be with, and he was going to tell me to move out.
"After we had supper that night, Rick suggested that we sit in the living room and he would tell me what was on his mind. I sat down and he began telling me about how it was his house, and he needed it to be kept clean. He said that I wasn't doing my part and he was getting pretty bummed by that. I asked him if that meant that he wanted me to leave, and I was relieved when he said that he wanted me to stay, but that we were going to have to have some rules and things. I said sure, rules, O.K. no big deal. Rick said that I better listen to the rest of it before I decided if it was a big deal or not.
"He said that he was brought up by the reward and punishment system, and that when he did things right, he was rewarded, but when he _f_u_c_k_ed up, he got punished. He told me that his parents didn't "spare the rod" and that he had been spanked many times a a child. He told me that was why he is able to handle things so well now, because he had that discipline as a child. I didn't know where he was going with this, but I listened anyway.
"He asked me if my parents had ever spanked me as a child, and I told him that my discipline usually consisted of a lot of lectures, endless lectures, from both my parents. I told him that sometimes I wished my dad would just beat my ass and be done with it, instead of going on and on with those lectures. I said that my father had only paddled me two or three times, and those had been for things like breaking a church window on purpose, and once for shooting the neighbor girl in the forehead with a suction cup arrow. The paddlings didn't amount to much, and like I said it was only those few times.
"Rick thought for a moment, and then told me that he thought I should have had more discipline as a kid, but that it wasn't too late to correct my bad habits. I asked him what he meant by that and that's when he dropped the bombshell. He said that starting the next day I would have to obey the rules of the house. He then read a list of the rules, most of which had to do with cleaning up, and not being careless and breaking things. I said that there were a lot of rules there and that I would try to obey as many of them as I could. Rick said that to help me learn to obey the rules, that I would have to agree to be punished for breaking them. I laughed and told him, what was he going to do ground me for the weekend, or send me to bed withour supper?
"He looked me stright in the eye and said that the next time I broke any of the rules, he intended to "pull down my pants and paddle my bare bottom." You and whose army, I asked, but he was serious. "That is the way it is. He said, "Either you agree to this or you are going to have to move out, because I'm not going to clean up after you."
"After a lot more discussion, arguing, and eventually me running out of alternatives, I reluctantly agreed to submit to his punishments, just to get him off my back. I figure that maybe if I picked up things a little bit, he would forget about this paddling bull_s_h_i_t_. After all, I wasn't a nine year old kid, and I didn't believe he would really treat me like one.
"I didn't even last twenty-four hours. The next evening, Rick brought out the list of rules, and showed me that I had broken the one about not putting the weights away when I was done working out. I didn't argue with him, because I still didn't believe he would really go through with it.
"He told me to go down to the weight room and put all the weights away, and then wait for him. I did that and pretty soon he came down and sat on the bench. He told me to stand in front him with my back to him and to put my hands behind my back. I said, oh sure, just do what the officer tells you, huh. Anyway I did what he said and he snapped a pair of handcuffs on me. I spun around and asked him what the hell was he doing. He told me that it was time for my punishment, and that since it was my first one, he didn't want me fighting with him. I told him to take off the cuffs, that I had cleaned the weight room, and I was sorry I messed it up. Rick said that wasn't good enough, that he intended to punish me, just like he told me last night. I said fine and turned around, telling him to go ahead, whack me on the ass a few times, and get it over with, so I could get out of those cuffs. He said no, he would show me what he meant. He unfastened my belt, and I said O.K. use the belt, but not hard, allright?
Rick said that he had no intention of using the belt, and quickly wrapped it around my ankles, and pulled it tight. Then he unsnapped my pants. Before I could do anything, he spun me around and pushed me face down over the weight bench
"I was lying face down over the bench and cursing up a storm. I demanded that he let me up. I was kicking and cursing, and he just stood there until I ran out of steam. "Are you ready for you punishment now?" he asked. I told him to go to hell. He sat on another bench and said he would wait until I was ready, but that the longer he waited the worse it was going to be for me. I must have laid for for a few more minutes before it started getting uncomfortable, so when he asked me again if I was ready for my punishment, I said yeah, go ahead, just get it over with.
"He came over to me and started pulling my pants down. I started yelling and fighting but I was no match for him. Anyway the next thing I knew my pants and shorts were down around my ankles, and my bare ass was sticking up. He had picked up a wide-backed hairbrush, and sat down on the bench I was draped over.
"My position was getting more and more uncomfortable, and I realized that he wasn't going to let me up until he was done, so at that point I stopped fighting and let him go ahead.
"Those few little spankings I had gotten as a child did nothing to prepare me for that first spanking from Rick. He must have smacked my ass about thirty times with that brush. I was bouncing all over the bench and hollering for him to stop. It hurt like hell. He just kept on paddling my bare butt. I tried covering up with my hands, but he raised them up, which pushed me further down over the bench, making my ass stick up even higher for him. Slowly the hollering changed to pleading, then begging him to stop. I promised to be good and obey all the rules. I would have promised him anything to get him to stop hitting me with his brush. My ass reallly hurt, more than it ever hurt in my life.
"Finally Rick put the brush down and helped me stand up. He removed the belt from around my ankles, but not the handcuffs. I thought the punishment was over, but he took me over to the corner of the room and made me stand there facing the wall, with my pants still down, for a half hour. So I could think about my behavior, he said. He said if I tried to get out of the corner he would put me back over the bench, for more punishment. I didn't want that, so I stayed put.
"After the time was up, I had to kneel in front of him, thank him for the spanking, and promise to obey all the rules from then on. At last he took the cuffs off and I was able to pull up my pants. I could have packed up and left the house then, but for some reason I didn't. I don't know why, but I've been there ever since."
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