Dear James,
Sorry I'm even slower than usual in writing back but I am getting all your notes. Paolo and I have been doing some travelling and I've been swamped with business and keeping up with some time intensive help to a super American friend. Then there's always Paolo, Mea, and Rual to keep up with. Sorry! Maybe things will slow down sometime.
What can I say about your comments on your weekend with your Gentleman outside London? Your story and his (yes, he called and we talked about it over a week ago) are diametrically opposed. I'm not taking sides on this one, James; but I can assure you if you really did what he said you did, I'd have taken down your pants and spanked you too! You've got to cut it out and get on with it, my friend. He's your man, remember? And he's helping you a lot! You were the one who found him and linked up with him based on what you've always said you needed. He certainly has provided. And, whether you like it or not, he's going to continue deciding when you need spanked and for what, not you. While you might think it's a mark of his distrust in you personally when he showed up for dinner and the theatre that Friday night and instead of the dinner and evening you were looking forwarded to, cancelled everything, and instead just took off all your fancy cloths and spanked you a good long one across his knees before taking you back to his place for a weekend of solid re-education, I see nothing wrong with it. Most boys your age need a good strong touch up occasionally, if not regularly. You're certainly no exception. Plus the picture you describe of you in your pure white athletic supporter getting your bare bottom kept nice and red throughout the weekend in that country manor house is one many would judge realist and called for. Sorry you felt it "too humiliating and unfair" when he forced you to accompany him back to his place that Friday evening right after your first session across his lap and with your eyes still all red and watery. Who cares that his driver saw you like that, sniffling and all? His driver already knows he spanks you anyway. His whole staff does, lad! And, you're all British! Of course they know he spanks you bare. What's the big deal, James? What he was teaching you and helping you with is what you said you needed anyway. I know more than a few boys your age would have found the weekend exceptionally exciting and perfect. Get with it, James!
What do I suggest? What else but watch your behaviour from now on because you know he was right to spank you, I know it, and we both know he'll probably do it again, lad.
Sorry, I don't know anyone in London at the moment who might be interested in meeting you, but if I do hear of someone you can trust and who will understand your needs, I'll give you their numbers. I agree it would be good if you knew someone there in London to get to know better than your man in the countryside. A second man wouldn't hurt things at all, at least not in my experience.
Yes, Chris got chewed out when he got back to Washington after his brief time here, but this time his Dad did not give him a paddling. We were able to work it out otherwise and since then he's been fine, though I get the feeling he's about due. He'll graduate in June.
Paolo and I are here in Singapore on business, though we started by celebrating a good friend's birthday at a wonderful Latin Club. The next night we took time to have a drink with the Singaporean and his PA who'd been in Bangkok (it you forget, just re-read that letter on Singapore awhile back). The guy offered any assistance we needed, but things work like clockwork here and we really didn't need any help. Still I had lunch with the man alone on their Labour Day and agreed I would stop by his place Saturday night when he was having a group in. He, like Mea's Uncle, seems to enjoy group events, though I prefer privacy. I'd never been to one of these in Singapore before. When Paolo heard I'd accepted, he turned white, immediately dressed in his suit and tie, and was exceptionally careful about every detail. He needn't have worried as I had no intention of taking him along anyway.
Friday morning a friend I know well showed up, literally on the street. He and Paolo went off the a Latin Club. I went alone to the Singaporean man's "gathering."
Like Niwat's Dad, the guy has a beautiful and palatial penthouse with a view that is more than spectacular. I'd gotten lost and was a little late, the last one to arrive, but I was amazed at what I found! You'll recall the guy had said he preferred to have "nice bare bottoms" around his house. Well, he wasn't kidding. The handsome boy who answered the door, staying slightly behind it, was dressed in a blue polo, knee length athletic socks, and a tight white jock! As soon as he shut that door, it was perfectly obvious from it's bulge that he was well stuffed in it as well. He wore no shoes or sandals and with his polo coming down only to his waist, when he turned and lead the way into the huge open room where the others were, his bare buns moved seductively in front of me and his smile with white teeth could have melted a mountain!
In the room itself, the man sat on a big brown leather chair. A boy identically dressed stood at each side. The man had his left hand around the thigh of one of them. Three other men were there in coats and ties, all older, some of the guys in jeans seemed to be with them, but two other guys were passing around drinks. The boys passing drinks and with the man in the leather chair were all in polos and jocks and others seemed to go in and out. One was Western. He looked embarrassed and turned very red when he noticed me, but he said nothing. The PA that had been with him when they'd visited came up and greeted me warmly. Him I hugged. He was the only one who's jock was black and you bet, he looked very good.
The host introduced me to the other men, all friendly, and then proceeded to call over each boy in a jock and introduced them one by one. His method was a bit unusual, but he was clearly on a power trip. Each boy was introduced by first name and shook my hand as the host said something about them, but then he turned them around showing off their bare bottoms and making various but intimate comments. Two of the boys, including the Westerner, he also pulled down their jocks and exhibited their equipment. The Westerner, Jeremy, was especially embarrassed, but no one objected. Unusual, yes; but done with style.
Some of the guys had brought by some of the other men were still in slacks but one was in a coat and tie, but it wasn't clear to me who was with whom or why they had been brought along. I figured I'd see later.
The PA stayed close beside me and we talked about a lot of things including his hope to visit sometime. With the exception of the way the guys were dressed in their jocks, it was a normal _c_o_c_k_tail type gathering. Normal, that is, until midnight, when the host clanged his glass with a knife and announced Jeremy was going to be caned. Four proper British canes appeared and Jeremy was told to "present" himself and pick one. He looked concerned for sure, but he went to the host and stood there, his hand extended to present the rattan cane and looking at the carpet. He was tall in comparison to the host, but he made no objection. The host removed Jeremy's polo, taking it swiftly up and over his head, and took down and off his jock, leaving Jeremy standing there is just his high white athletic socks. Erect and submissive, he was in the proper British role for this and obviously knew what to expect. He was told to turn and apologise to all in the room, including the boys, and the lad did it. He simply apologised that he'd earned this, but he didn't say why. Then our host took him into his arms, his hand on his bare bottom, Jeremy's head on his shoulder, and talked to him for quite a while. The room was silent. Finally he was stretched out over a stool-type affair. Two boys held his arms; two, his ankles. Jeremy looked white as a sheet his bare buns were quivering and he was trying his best, without much success, to clench them and maintain some small bit of privacy. It didn't work, the first smack of that cane, left an immediate and searing white mark across his bare bottom and Jeremy's whole body jerked as he screamed and began crying and sobbing. The strokes just kept coming with no particular rhythm of patters. Jeremy was reduced to a small British boy in a matter of minutes. His tears and cries were complimented as his body struggled to get up and escape the pain the man was producing with that cane across his bare bottom. The room was complete quiet otherwise. Jeremy's bottom was striped and showing welts.
I didn't count and neither did anyone else, but his tears and cries were obvious. When the man stopped, Jeremy just hung there crying. Others went back talking and finally, I'd noticed Jeremy had finally gotten up off that stool thing and was on the floor with his head on the lap of the host, oblivious to the blazing stripes on his still bare bottom and all else that was going on.
Rather strong for me, James. I'm not British. The man with the boy in the coat and tie, took down that boy's slacks and boxers and spanked him, but although the boy cried and performed, it was nothing in comparison to what Jeremy has just received. But I had things to do early Sunday and didn't stay much longer after that. It had been a seductive and interesting evening for sure.
We're back home now, but I'm probably going to be in London for a day or two on the way to Washington, DC early in June. What's your schedule then, James?
Cal