This story is the third part of the original story titled "Jeff's Spanking Vists - First Visit - Part One of Four". To enjoy this installment, read "First Visit – Part One" first, before this or any other installment. Then read "First Visit – Part Two". Read these stories first, before reading this 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 2/11/2000 – 2/13/2000.

Passages beginning and ending with 'JLP' are those written by me, Jason Parker. Those paragraphs beginning and ending with 'JS' are those written by Jeff.

JLP – The next day was spent sightseeing around the city. Jeff got to see where many of the spankings had taken place in my original stories posted to the MMSA Stories site, including my boyhood home. That night we found a delightful...and quite surprising in quality...small Japanese restaurant located on the opposite end of the entertainment district mentioned in several of my MMSA Stories stories. This restaurant was like stepping back in time for both of us, since I had spent three years in Japan and Jeff had spent one. The entire establishment was staffed by Japanese nationals/nisei. At dinner we reviewed why he had gotten spanked than morning.

In Jeff's early emails, he kept referencing an act or acts that he had committed while living in Japan that bothered him. I felt it was something that was best left to discuss face to face. Earlier that morning, after breakfast in the room of fresh fruit and juices, I asked a stress question.

"We have two areas to address. Your academic performance review and the situation in Japan. Which do you want to get out of the way first?"

Jeff knew that both were going to wind up with a similar fate...a punishment spanking. It was his choice to make, which one was first. I could see the puzzlement in his face, because he knew that either one was not going to be good....which one was best to get out of the way now.

I was propped up on my back, lying against the headboard, and Jeff was in just his white Jockey sports briefs, sitting cross-legged on the bed. He finally looked at me and said he wanted to talk about Japan. JLP

JS – This was not an easy choice. I figured though that probably I was going to get it worse for the stupid things I had done in Japan than for my performance review - so I wanted to get the most difficult spanking out of the way. If I survived it then at least I knew the next one wouldn't be as bad - or at least I hoped... JS

JLP – Over the next few minutes he told me a story of theft, deceit and professional malfeasance that was creative...and bad. It amounted to several thousands of dollars, plus time not spent on the job....and this is why is he was due a spanking. Not only had he shortchanged his employer in funds and time...he denied the children in his classes the very reason for him being in Japan...teaching them English. We spent sometime discussing the value of a teacher to young children and what he had done. JLP

JS – I knew that I had been very, very bad as I quickly blurted out a list of all the misdeeds that I had committed while living in Japan. Let's just say I took advantage of the generosity of the Japanese people numerous times and I definitely deserved a punishment spanking. Jason was the first person I had told of some of the stuff I had pulled. I had considered telling him my exploits gradually over several months, but at the last minute, under Jason's penetrating glare, I let them all slip out. He didn't looked pleased, to say the least. My butt cheeks were beginning to clench. JS

JLP – I took his chin in my hand and looked into his eyes and said, "Jeff what you have earned for many reasons is a punishment spanking...and what you are going to get is an old fashioned paddling. But the reason you are getting it, is for only one act. You let down the kids you were supposed to be teaching...and for that I will give you what you deserve...understand?"

He looked at me with real concern in his eyes. He knew what he had done was wrong. He knew what he had done deserved the severest of spankings for many reasons, but he had obviously misjudged how I would react to his tale of theft and deceit...and denying his school children. JLP

JS – I was surprised that it was the kids he had focused on, as I hadn't looked at it that way before. I had felt guiltier about the other issues. But, as usual, Jason was right. I had really let the kids down. And now I was going to be severely punished for it. JS

JLP – One of the rules I have with adults getting spanked as punishment, is that they must maintain position, or suffer additional swats on the bare butt...and in the severest of cases the bare thighs. If they know they can't keep their hands in place, I offer them the option of tying their wrists together, so that they don't get additional swats on the bare. Jeff quickly took that option and I used to silk dress ties to secure his wrists and hands in front. He was ordered to take the next step. JLP

JS – I knew that for the severity of the punishment that Jason had in mind, that I was probably not going to be able to keep my hands in place. I also thought that if my hands were tied, it would be easier for me to mentally submit and just accept what I knew I deserved. JS

JLP – "Jeff please bring me from the drawer the black paddle and the wooden shower brush." I sat down on the edge of the bed and waited for him to respond.

His face literally blanched at this command. He did as he was told and handed me the two items. I choose these, because I wanted two, totally different, pain sensations for this punishment spanking. The black paddle was actually one of my milder paddles...the shower brush was not. It stung like hell. And he was about to find out just how bad this combination would be. – JLP

JS – I felt sick as Jason ordered me to get the paddle and the brush. Let's just say I don't remember him asking me so politely. His eyes had an authoritarian gaze that made me realize I had better do it - quick! After the spanking from the night before, I wasn't even sure I could take this one. With any other guy I'm sure I wouldn't have even been able to even consider receiving the severe punishment spanking that I knew I had coming. But with Jason I had a real bond of trust that I had never had with any other male authority figure. It took all my will to go over to the drawer and pull out the tools that Jason was going to turn my butt into a raging inferno with. JS

JLP – After he gave them to me, I pulled him across my lap and positioned his body. His legs and feet angled off the edge of the bed, his toes barely touching the floor. His bubble butt was framed in the total white fabric of his snug fitting Jockey Sports briefs. My fingers tugged at the bottom edges of the brief's leg openings, covering up his angled buns. His head lay in the crook of his tied wrists and forearms.

I raised my hand and brought it down hard in the middle of his butt. "SMACK" He jumped at the surprising pain of this stinging swat. For several minutes I lectured and hand spanked. When I was done there was no doubt in his mind why he was going to be paddled and just how upset I was with his conduct. Jeff was about ready to feel what a real punishment paddling was like. JLP

JS – By this point, I would have rather been anywhere else in the world except on Jason's lap. His hand spanking had left my butt on fire and I was already a very remorseful boy. He left no doubt in my mind that I had been very, very bad and that I was going to get a punishment paddling that would ensure that I would never even THINK about attempting the exploits I had gotten away with while I was in Japan. I felt very much like the original Geoff in Japan from Jason's story on MMSA Stories. Except this Jeff was back in the U. S. - and I was about to get a severe spanking from the older, more mature, and probably stronger Jason, who knew a lot more about how to make a boy cry then he did thirty years ago. Somehow that story had seemed a lot better when I was reading it as an anonymous voyeur on the Internet than when it was actually happening to me. Remember that as you read this now and wonder what's it like. It's a many times worse than you imagine it could ever be. But, I had nobody to blame but myself - and there was no denying that I 100% deserved it. And I was going to get it! JS

JLP – A standard adult punishment spanking, six dozen total swats. Four dozen on the briefs. Two dozen on the bare. In this case, three dozen each with the paddle and shower brush.

I picked up the paddle and drew back for a moderate wrist flip swat. "SPLAT" No movement, except his toes. A spankee's toes never can hide the real pain being felt in the butt, and Jeff was no exception. Eleven more times I used wrist snaps to drive home the point of never shortchanging school kids again. After I finished, I briefly rubbed his buns and lectured him some more. Now for the real sting.

The same wrist flip swats with the shower brush got a lot more reaction from Jeff. It was really getting to him...as a punishment paddling should. I didn't need to swing hard or put much effort into my swats to get the message across to Jeff.

The next set with the paddle started the tears. He was getting what he had earned....and what he earned....hurt his twisting and clenching butt....a lot.

The shower brush was even worse...and as I finished he begged me not to pull his briefs down for the final two dozen. I rubbed his buns and lectured him some more and then pulled them down for his final two dozen. JLP

JS – By the third dozen I had given up any pretense of trying to take it like a man, and just started crying like the ten-year old boy over Daddy's lap that I was. Do you know when you go to your Doctor, and he or she asks you to describe the pain you're feeling on a scale of one to ten (1 being fairly light and 10 being the worst you had ever felt in your life)?? Well, this was a DEFINITE 10. I had never felt so much pain in my life - NEVER. And I only had myself to blame. As I begged Jason not to pull my briefs down, I also wanted to beg him to stop. But I knew that he wouldn't. I had to pay the price in full for what I had done. JS

JLP – I was shocked at the condition of his butt, as I peeled his briefs down. He hadn't been spanked hard at all...but his buns were already showing bruise marks. Obviously his butt was not the type that a wooden tools could be used in the future.

The bare butt swats caused all kinds of clenching and twisting...plus his toes drummed into the carpet. When I finished, he turned his head towards me and said,

"I'm sorry...I'll never cheat kids again." He rested his head on his arms and tears flowed from his closed eyes. I hugged him and then focused on his butt, quickly going to work on his buns to stop the bruising caused by the paddle and brush. From this point on, I was only going to spank Jeff with leather. His butt did not need to look this badly marked. After I was finished he asked if he could look at his butt.

He hopped up and twisted his body and head, so that he could see his multi-colored cheeks in the mirror. When he looked back at me...the expression on his face was priceless. JLP

JS – Let's just say that after looking at my butt - I knew that I never would have to feel guilty about what I had done in Japan again. I had paid the price in full, with change! But my academic performance review was still to come the next morning - and I knew that despite my butt being marked black and blue in spots, that Jason was going to ensure that I didn't slack off at school. JS

JLP – By the time Jeff finished his shower, most of the bruise marks had left his butt. However, between the hot water of the shower...and the heat of my spanking...there was definite overall "dark red glow" to his buns. He had just gotten his first punishment paddling...and his last from me.

From this point on, Jeff was only going to be spanked with leather tools. He could easily be punished without discoloring his bubble butt the way wooden tools had done. True punishment spankings do not have to leave welts and bruises for days to be corporal discipline that is appropriate.

Jeff was going to find out the next morning just how much leather could sting and hurt, without welts and bruises.

His academic performance review was next. JLP