This story is the second part of the original story titled "First Visit ". To enjoy and understand this installment, please read "First Visit - Part One" first, before this or any other installment. Otherwise you won't have a sense of the characters and the fact this story is NOT fantasy...it is real...and happened over the weekend of 2/10/2000 - 2/13/2000.

These stories are very different in two ways. (1) You will read both sides of the stories from the perspective of Jeff and me. His paragraphs are marked start and finish with "JS". Mine are marked "JLP". (2) All these punishment spankings are for real, beginning with this one.

JLP Before Jeff and I met, he understood that there were three types of spankings between consenting adults. These types were established in early emails, and he agreed to abide by this concept.

The first kind was _s_e_x_ual or fantasy spankings. The vast majority of all spankings taking place between consenting adults normally fall into that area. However, fantasy or _s_e_x_ual spankings were not something that he needed or I wanted to give him. Jeff needed true punishment spankings.

The second kind of spankings are requested spankings by the spankee for an act that needs punishment, but because of the nature of the act, the spankee requests it, hoping for leniency. In raising my children, I would say that more than half of their spankings, as teenagers were requested ones, because they didn't want a full-blown punishment spanking for their act. In Jeff's case, he was hard pressed to ever think that he could request a spanking...but he did. Until Jeff met me, he had never gotten a real punishment spanking in his young life. JLP

JS This was true. I hadn't been spanked at home or school growing up. I had received some pretty severe spankings (or so I thought) from other guys as an adult, but these weren't as punishment for my real-life screw-ups. Little did I know I was about to feel the difference with Jason and what a difference it was going to make to my behavior. JS

JLP The third kind of spanking is a true disciplinary spanking, where the spanker sets the session and the spankee accepts the punishment spanking.

This part of the First Visit story is about a requested spanking that resulted from something Jeff had said and done on the Internet in his ads. The more we had email written, messenger chatted and talked on the phone, the more he realized that there were things that I had caught on to that he was in the soup...so to speak.

In my ads on all sites, I am very factual and very detailed. "What you see is what you get." It has been my experience that almost all Internet ads are not in that category, either from tops or bottoms. (A side story, a couple of years ago I had the pleasure of spending a few hours paddling a very neat man by the name of Eddie Knapp in Detroit. In our face to face discussions he was pleased that when we finally met, I was what I said I was, down to getting his requested disciplinary spankings, abeit fantasy in his case...but REAL butt blisterings never the less. What was funny were his true-life stories of the men he has gone to meet. Literally when the guy answered the door, he had to ask for the guy, because the guy in front of him in no way resembled the description of the man he had been lead to believe was going to spank him. BTW, Eddie is everything his ads say that he is. He is for real.)

In Jeff's case a number of elements of his ads were false, and when I tried to build upon the details of these ads in our initial communications, it didn't work. I knew that what he had stated was not true. And therefore he had a dilemma.

As we discussed these discrepancies in Internet chats, I asked a question, "Does this call for a level two spanking?"

He paused and agreed. I did not want to actually give him a punishment spanking for attempting to find what he was seeking, but in fact he had lied to achieve that goal....and he was caught at it in our discussions. At this point in our correspondence and chatting he knew what would be best for his backside, and requested it. JLP

JS If anyone had ever told me that I would ask for a spanking, I would have told them they were crazy. But I felt really bad for lying to Jason, and I knew that I deserved to be spanked for it. I was also a little curious to find out the differences in the levels between spanking. But you know what curiosity did to the cat! JS

JLP As we wound up our experimental activities our first night, I gave him a general outline of the next three days activities, including his upcoming three spankings. As he laid in bed with only his white Jockey XL boys briefs on, I asked him a stress question; "Do you want to get the level two spanking done now, or in the morning."

There wasn't much of a pause as he looked up from his long stare at the bed covers, "Now sir." JLP

JS Given the amount of spanking that I had coming to me over the weekend - I wanted to spread it out as much as possible to save my butt! I had a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach as I was a bit scared and nervous and a bit excited all at the same time. Somehow I knew this was the right time to start calling Jason 'sir' and to start being very, very respectful of his authority. JS

JLP We spent a few minutes going over again why he was requesting the spanking and what I expected of him in the future. It has been my life long experience that my standards of black & white truth/lies are different than most men & boys. Jeff was no different in that he had never been spanked as a boy or man for telling lies....and that was about to change. JLP

JS I could tell just from the few hours we had spent together that Jason was 100% for real. He's a no-nonsense disciplinarian, and that I knew that from now on that I wasn't going to get away with all the crap I had been pulling all my life. I was going to have to 'face the music' and it was going to be my butt doing the dancing. Jason's animated; twinkling blue eyes that were full of humor and fun since he had picked me up from the airport began to turn cold and deadly serious. My stomach was doing back-flips as I got lectured on my behavior and the consequences of lying. JS

JLP In a level two requested spanking, I let the spankee select his briefs, spanking tool(s) and position. In this case, Jeff choose to keep on the briefs he was wearing, and have the position to be stretched across my lap with me sitting on the bed. The next step on was for him to select his spanking tool.

He got up and opened the drawer, his briefs tight across his bubble butt, looking for something that I could use...he selected the leather-riding bat. This is about 18" long, comprised of two pieces of leather sewn together, with the last 5" left unsewn, creating a slapping effect and sound when used on a horse or butt. (Do not buy the rip offs in adult catalogs or the Internet for $15- to $50- because someone dyed them black. You can buy the same identical item in any farm supply store or saddle shop for under $10-) It was a good choice for his first spanking, since it did not have a whole lot of wallop....but it would give him what he deserved. JLP

JS Let's just say that from my point-of-view I wasn't actually choosing my fate! I almost felt like I was watching a movie from outside of myself - and that it was happening to someone else. I just agreed with Jason as he made suggestions regarding what briefs and position. I very reluctantly went over to the drawer and picked up each tool gingerly, trying to choose among the ones that had killed my butt the least during 'arsenal practice'. At this point I was feeling really nervous and my bladder was feeling it. JS

JLP He handed the bat to me and then went to the bathroom to get rid of nervous body fluids. I got up, reached into my brief case and pulled out two dice. These were going to determine just how many swats he was going to get. I sat down on the bed and waited for Jeff to return. (The dice are thrown twice, to get two different numbers. Then each of these numbers are multiplied by themselves. So, a spanking can be from 4 swats to 144 swats...but mathematically it should fall somewhere between 40-80, because of the mathematical probabilities of the dice dot/count.)

When Jeff returned, I motioned for him to lie across my lap. His briefs showed a slight tinge of pink, from the effects of the test swats earlier. What Jeff didn't know was this simple fact...a repeat spanking within 30-60 minutes of another hurts a hell of a lot more than one that is done fresh. The skin of the butt is at it's tenderest, because the epidermal layer is getting blood flow back to the area spanked...OUCH!

We discussed the reason for his requested spanking as I massaged his buns, trying to make it less painful for him. Then I took the dice and went over again with him what each throw would mean. He nodded his head as I dropped the dice on the bed cover next to his face. It was a "4" and "3", total of "7". The next drop was a "5" and a "4", a total of "9". 9 times 7, totals 63. His butt clenched with his briefs creasing into his crack at that news. JLP

JS I did indeed clench when I rolled the 63 - I sort of felt like I had lost big-time at Vegas! Jason's lecture at this point was hitting home the point that this was going to be for real and that I indeed was going to learn a valuable, if painful, lesson about telling the truth. At this point I was wondering what the hell I was doing here! But I was determined to take it like a man despite wearing my boys jockey briefs. After all, how bad could it be??? JS

JLP I then told him that he was going to get 50 on the briefs and 13 on the bare. Every 10 swats I would stop and lecture. (I do this for several reasons. In this type of spanking, a constant flow of swats diverts all attention from the reason why a spanking is being given, because of the fire in the butt. Secondly, if the spanking is meant to punish, and also teach, breaking up the pain does both.) I rubbed his buns for a few more seconds.

It was time to give Jeff his first punishment spanking.

I took the leather bat and aimed the first swat on his left cheek; right at the Jockey crotch mark, with a moderate wrist flip swing..."SMACK". Jeff made no sound or movement.

The next swat landed on the opposite cheek, same spot on the crotch mark..."SMACK"

Eight more times I landed the swats all over his cotton covered butt, with a small verbal reaction by the time I stopped and massaged his buns for a short lecture.

The next four sets became progressively harder, and getting more and more of a reaction from Jeff. JLP

JS As Jason went on I became less and less able to 'take it like a man' and was feeling more and more like a little boy over Daddy's lap getting what I deserved. This was my first time getting second spanking in one evening - and my butt was extremely tender from the test swats. As Jason used the leather-riding bat all over my butt, it went progressively from stinging to beginning to really, really hurt. Let's just say that his point about me 'flying right' and being a good boy was beginning to getting through. I was learning very quickly how bad it could be and that I definitely didn't want to be in this position very often again. JS

JLP Then I slowly pulled his briefs were pulled down to just below his butt....his humpy buns a dark pink shade. I massaged his warm cheeks for a moment and then ordered him to count out the last remaining 13 swats. JLP

JS As Jason pulled down my briefs I felt really exposed and vulnerable, like a bad little boy on Daddy's lap. My buns were extremely tender and I almost jumped up to the ceiling when Jason put his hands on them to massage them. I was wishing I were almost anywhere else on earth at this point. Then he stopped massaging and reached for the leather bat again. Jason told me gruffly that I had better count out the last set, or he was going to start over from the beginning. I was really fighting not to cry as I counted out the last 13. It was probably about 30 or 40 seconds but felt more like 20 or 30 minutes of agony. My butt was on FIRE! I would have promised anything at that point if Jason had stopped. But this was no fantasy spanking with a 'stop word'. I was getting punished and Jason was going to follow through to the bitter end. Believe me, my butt was telling me that I wasn't going to lie to anyone EVER again! JS

JLP The last 13 brought tears to his eyes. As soon as the last one landed, he turned his tear stained face to mine and apologized for his lies....and promising never to do anything like that again. I pulled him into my arms and comforted him.

(I do NOT believe in corner time. That is so much crap! If you have given a spanking for the right reasons...after a true punishment spanking it is the time to comfort....not continue the punishment. A punishment spanking should be an act given with care and compassion...and the person getting spanked needs to feel that care and compassion big time after a painful fire has been lit in their buns.) JLP

JS After the spanking I promised never to lie to him again as he hugged and comforted me. I knew from his eyes that everything was forgiven and that he knew I wouldn't lie to him EVER again. Jason had told me that spankings worked and I now knew from 'direct experience' that they certainly did. JS

JLP As I comforted Jeff, I pulled his briefs off and then had him lay on his stomach. I had two wash cloths soaking in an ice bucket full of ice cubes and water in preparation for his spanking. Both wash cloths were used to cool off his butt and massage the circulation back into his skin. His spanking had not been harsh, but as a precursor to his next two spankings, I wanted him to feel what was going to happen then. To cap off his "butt rejuvenation", I used a product that has been around for years.

(There are a number of lotions/ointments to use of a spanked butt. I do not use hand lotions like Jergens, etc. All those do is moisturize. I use a product I have used since I was 6 years old, helping my grandfather on our family farm....cow's udder cream. Those of you who are farmers know what I mean about a milking cow's udder tits getting sore and red from a twice a day milking. It works perfect on a spanked butt. Wal-Mart now sells the stuff in the pharmacy departments as an over the counter product, ironically enough labeled "Udder Cream". The second product I have used, but I don't like as well is called "Neutrogena". This sometimes leaves a burning sting on top of the well-spanked butt. The last item I use is in case the butt is really marked, is a vitamin E capsule. I squeeze out the liquid and rub it into each cheek.)

Jeff reacted very well to the iced wash cloth and Udder Cream treatment...and my massaging. Within a few minutes he wanted to hook up the motel TV's Playstation. Jeff was back to normal. JLP

JS Jason massaged my butt while speaking softly to me in a comforting voice that let me know that everything was OK. Little did I know that this spanking was just merely a warm-up for the main events yet to come. If I had known what was going to happen over the next two mornings I certainly wouldn't have been interested in video games. 'Back to normal' was merely the calm before the storm, and I was heading for a hurricane! JS

JLP As these stories progress, you will see different spankings for various reasons....and Jeff's reactions to these punishment sessions. Jeff's emotional and physical responses are very real folks...just like my spankings that ignited a fire in his bubble butt. JLP