Bangkok, Thailand 6 December 1996
Dear James,
Intriguing! Mea, my Secretary and I met the Singaporean and his Personal assistant (rather common in Asia) at the Regency Four Seasons at 09:30 and, with his assistant taking notes, provided the directions and information they wanted. The man is thin, looks like most from Singapore, and was formal, business-like. His Personal assistant (PA) is a good looking, young Chinese American man, striking features, white skin. Both wore dark suits, white shirts and ties, and were impressive, sharp, and to the point. My Secretary was helpful. It turned out we hadn't needed Mea [my PA] along.
At the end of the afternoon, that Green BMW pick us up. Mea, Paolo and young Chris were along. After a two hour car trip, we met the other two for another 35 minutes by long boat on the Mae Nam Tachin until disembarking at his Thai-style river dock landing in a sea of lotus plants. The Spirit House on the dock sparkled with white Xmas-type lights, two floating candles by the offerings. A Thai welcome.
The place itself was bathed in moonlight shimmering on the water and candles everywhere. It's all teak with baskets of orchids and brilliantly red and white flowers everywhere. Ascending the nine or so steps from the muddy river and passing through a customary sitting area with bench-like structures for waiting for water taxis, food sellers, etc., the wooden walkway leads into an imposing entry house above the water on poles with a golden Buddha spot lighted and flowers surrounding it. Passing to either side into the structure, polished teak floors and wooden furniture, all this Thai-style made a spectacular impression. Truly beautiful! He has six (that I counted) Thai-style wooden houses inter-linked by wooden walkways and all built on poles over the lotus pond with huge jungle like trees rising behind it. Exotic. Beautiful! This style house, typical of the wealthy of the past, is rare now; but when done correctly, it is magnificent!
Mea, Paolo, and Chris followed me in, leaving our shoes at the door, and the housemaid served a mango drink. It was very dark outside, as we sat around the carpeted settee area with huge open windows letting in the cooler air and the sounds of the forest. Overhead ceiling fans added to the circulation. Chris and Paolo stayed close to me, but Mea wandered to talk to the staff he knows. I've seen beautiful Thai interiors before, but this was the nicest, enticing beyond belief. Uncle was dressed casually but elegantly. The Singaporean who'd come in our boat was in his same suit and tie, but now his same PA/boy wore a dark green polo, loose low-hung jeans, 50'ish style. This time when the Man sat down on the sofa though, his boy sat on the floor at his feet. The situation had changed. Something seemed up between Uncle and the Man, but I had not been let in on it.
When Mea returned, he looked at that boy and sat at my feet, resting his arms on my knee. Soft Thai music filled the air, but otherwise it was so still I could hear frogs croaking. No one was uttering a sound, especially the good looking boy on the floor not moving a muscle. Trays of small foods appeared and were placed by servants in white jackets on small stool-like teak tables that seemed to appear everywhere. Both men were smoking nonchalantly. Mea's uncle sat perched in a rattan high backed chair as if holding court. Nothing was out of place or unusual. Nothing, that is, except that on the small table at his right beside his drink I noticed a small brown leather strap and a tiny, extremely highly polished paddle, ready, available.
The Uncle began chit-chat conversation comfortably in English but only included the Man and me. No boys on the floor had moved. I made a subtle motion to Chris and Paolo to join Mea there and they obeyed. Without a second thought the Man from Singapore casually indicated, placing his hand on the stone-faced boy at his feet, he was going to paddle "this boy" later. "Unfortunately Chan failed my expectations today and requires the paddle, I held off this afternoon as you might find it of interest to watch me paddle his young ass and see how I handle disobedience of my staff." He paused, smiled. The boy looked like a ghost. I studied his boy. Gone was the self confidence the boy exhibited as the Man's PA this morning, but he was still quite handsome in his submissive posture. This could be interesting, I remember thinking. "And, I'd enjoy how you handle yours! I've heard a lot about you." Now I smiled, Mea stiffened against my leg, but young Chris had not picked up on his meaning. Paolo showed no reaction. Yes, it was going to be an interesting evening.
The conversations flowed to all kinds of topics, mostly related to business in which all three of us had interest. Then again, all of a sudden, the Man mentioned, "To tell you the truth, I enjoy seeing a nice boy's ass around my place. Each boy's different especially when they walk and are embarrassed about not being aloud to wear their pants or singlets in my home. I like that way best, and I also like to be able to see my boy's ass naked before I whip him." His boy stiffened as the Man, without waiting for any comment, said to his boy, "Take them off, Chan. No one will mind." The boy stood up, seemed surprisingly tall, striking, he turned his back, took off his slacks and bikini, folded both and stood facing his Man who reached out and straightened his pecker out then turned him facing away, pushed his thighs apart, permitting his nice bare bottom to be viewed freely. The Man patted it, "Nice, yes?" It was! His boy stood there in socks and his green polo. They were going through a ritual, I had the feeling, that they'd done before. The professional manner that had made the boy impressive this morning was still there as he stood lanky but straight, concerned, ill at ease at being made to stand showing his nice bare bottom that we had already been told was going to be paddled. This morning he had been trying to impress me. Now, though, I was seeing him in a way that impressed me more. His bare bottom was nice, firm, defined, hairless and pure satin white. Perfectly formed, etched, and there for all to see. I wanted to touch him myself, then take him across my own knees. I knew I wanted to spank him or at least to see his Man paddle him . . . and paddle him hard. Mea's Uncle's commenting on the boy's bare bottom, it's "beauty," re-focused my thoughts. The Man was looking at me. I needed to respond somehow.
Blame it on the exotic candle lit surrounding. Blame it on anything you want, but at that moment the boy happened to turn his face and look at me with those huge black eyes and smile. His bottom deserved it, his look told me he was asking for it and more, and his smile reconfirmed I really wanted to see him get it if not give it to him myself now or soon. The handsome PA from this morning was going to get his bare bottom patted . . . and hard. I knew what I wanted and how to encourage it's happening. That boy standing there, his satin white bare bottom on display, rarely have I see a bottom so worthy of getting what his Man had already said he needed. I didn't want to appear anxious, but rarely have I wanted to see a bare bottom paddled so much, see this handsome assistant from this morning turned into a boy again, and hear him cry while he learns over a man's lap.
And respond, I did!
I told Mea to remove his own slacks and his briefs. . . and he did in all his own stunning glory. I stood beside him and lifted high his own polo shirt, flicking his firm right nipple, running my free hand down his chest and hairless abbs until I reached his short black pubic hairs, showing the Man my own PA's nice pecker in my hand before turning him, showing them his bare bottom. "My Thai boy's the best," I said smiling. "I'm sure you'd find him a well trained PA who these days rarely errors, but when he does," I spread his thighs with my hand, still holding his polo high on his shoulders, "he gets it right here." I was touching the undersides of his bare bottom and thighs. Mea was tense, embarrassed, but I am positive he sensed my seriousness and knew better that to do anything other than to obey. The Man was fixated on Mea's bare bottom when I added, "If your PA cannot do your business here, I am positive you will find my PA can, and will. . .or else!" My hand was still showing his bottom as seductively as I know how. Even Uncle was with widened eyes and staring!
That left Paolo and young Chris who I knew the Man wanted to see bare, but I had already presented one bare bottom boy and Mea's as attractive as they come. Still, the expectation was obvious and I deeply wanted to insure his boy's paddling, so I told Paolo to stand while I untied his flowing hair then I myself removed his belt, unbuckled his jeans, pulled them down and off, and then took down and off his white Jockey's. His slim physique was obvious and as he was standing facing me, the gentlemen had a clear view of his bare bottom with the ends of his hair kissing it seductively. Paolo was holding his eyes tightly clenched and holding my left hand very firmly. A very wide smile had appeared on the Man's face. Uncle stood up and came closer to see. Even Mea and the boy both still with their own bare bottoms toward us were watching carefully. "This boy's from Brazil and handles all personal matters for me, supervising the house or he also gets it right here." Smiling, "This one is top quality. I can't tell you how lucky I am to have him" I hugged Paolo who was shaking. I turned both Paolo and Mea, and both obeyed using their hands to protect their _c_o_c_k_ and balls from the obvious stares. I turned them facing the wall and left them like that. Clearly the Man had gotten what he wanted and had two of my own boys for his viewing pleasure, but I had the view of his own boy left standing bare, his feet and thighs still spread apart seductively.
"I heard you say your own boy failed you in some way and needs paddled. But possibly one of my boys here could help you with your business in Bangkok tomorrow? They would not fail."
The Man got up and came over to feel both the bare bottoms of Mea and Paolo. He seemed more than intrigued with both, as his hand felt freely and deeply, but especially with the way Paolo's long flowing hair touched his. At one point it looked as if he were about to goose him. "And," he said, "if they do fail also, I can whip them?"
As he turned toward me to answer he saw Chan's smiling. Immediately he slapped his boy's face hard, a red hand print showed how hard indeed it had been. Chan jerked and turned away, dropping his head down. "What are you smiling about? You are the one who disappoints me and lacks training. His boys should be a goal for you."
He picked up Uncle's teak paddle, stared at the stunned boy and began using it across his bare bottom, flailing Chan's beautiful bare bottom. Chan tried to stand firm, his feet spread apart, but he yelped and tossed his head with his flopping hair about, "Please, Sir. I'm Sorry! No offence, Sir!" As the boy was standing with nothing to brace himself against, his arms swung wildly and he jumped up and down constantly as he was paddled standing free like that. He had annoyed his Man and that paddle was landing across his bare bottom in a way to insure he would not forget this lesson. When finally the Man dropped the paddle and sat back down, the boy's bare ass showed the red marks where the small paddle had struck the boy's firm but fleshy bottom. Tears were firming in his eyes but he risked more and looked over anyway. He was jerky now, bouncing on his feet, his pecker flopping, and his hands were frantically rubbing his bare bottom to ease the pain from that paddle. While he was panting and sweating a bit, he was not yet crying. Had he been mine and I was punishing him, I would never have stopped until he was. My boys know that.
But, unfortunately, at least to my eyes, the boy looked even more attractive in this present state, exciting exotic, and needing more. Stretching himself, he appeared as a young Greek god, tall, lanky, flawless, but just tamed a bit by a superior. Jeez, he was attractive and appealing stretching himself that way!
But the Man stopped, sat down and picked up his drink leaving the boy standing and squirming, rubbing his bare bottom as I watched. My respect for this Man dropped. His boy had done something he judged needed punishment for and he's paddled him, but what kind of a man would have his boy so untrained as to smile in the first place and why had he punished him with what amounted to a few love swats and then stop?
The Man simply continued talking on and on about Chan and his background and lack of "real training," about Mea and Paolo's exotic beauty, but then he also talked about young Chris, still quietly on the floor at my knees, and this "exotic America." Uncle looked like he was almost panting, interjecting a few comments now and then. Young Chris seemed stunned a bit but was quietly and stiffly sitting at my feet throughout it all so far. Mea and Paolo were standing quietly, obediently until I told them to sit again and they did so on the floor, as close to me as they could. Chan remained in the position his Man had given him, his spread bare bottom beginning to develop a rosy glow. He was stretching tall now and looking even more enticing and handsome. Then, all of a sudden once again he looked at me and I caught his smile. Seductive as hell the little bastard was!
But he was poorly trained. I was sure his smile again had been noticed by his Man and sure I'd see him really whipped now, but the Man didn't reacted at all. A moment ago he'd been paddled for just this, but he'd now flagrantly done it again. Against his man's wishes. As beautiful as he was, it was clear what he needed, or in some deep subconscious way, pleading for. Maybe his Man was inexperienced? Why wasn't he giving his boy what he needed and why had he paddled him only so briefly and even gently? You never permit this sort of thing in your boy! Chan needed turned over and paddled good! Had he been mine, he'd have been across my lap getting his bare bottom spanked for sure at this point.
Believe me! There is nothing better paddling a lad's bare bottom when you've just caught him doing something you've specifically told him not to do as he realizes you've caught him, he has no excuse, and he knows he's right then and there on the spot going to be pulled over and paddled on his bare bottom. His emotions will flair, his whole body will tense and his bare bottom will take it in a way that will make a solid impression on him and give you a great deal of pleasure. A real moment like this is extremely rare. Why was his Man ignoring it!?!
But, he wasn't "mine." I was sorely tempted to step in and spank him myself. I really wanted to, but I restrained myself. The Man left his boy standing there, rubbing his bare bottom and occasionally looking my way, though not really smiling more. Talk about a seductive, beautiful brat! For about twenty minutes or so, the men continued munching and talking but nothing else had changed. Then finally the Man said, "My boy must be paddled. Maybe you'd like to watch or even paddle him yourself? But what about your blond one? Does he not also receive the benefit of your own paddle?" Chris stiffened now. How much of this had Uncle and the Man planned out in advance, or had they planned at all? I had not anticipated this, Uncle had told me there would be no group event before I decided to bring young Chris along, and I had definitely decided Chris was mine and mine alone.
"Yes," I replied, putting my hand on Chris' shoulder to steady him, "I take down this one's pants and paddle his bare bottom just like the others anytime he needs it"
"Good," the Man replied, "I thought as much." He stood up and had something in his hand. "Maybe you don't believe me when I tell you my boy here needs his ass paddled tonight?" He stood behind his boy and pulled back his head roughly, "don't you, Boy?" The boy was stretching to bend backwards as his Man pulled him by the hair.
Chan's body reacted, "Yes, Yes, Sir!"
"You've earned one, you need one, you deserve a good hard one, and you're going to get a good hard one tonight, aren't you Chan?" He was forceful.
"Yes, Sir!"
The Man let him go, took the tube in his hand and spurted something like a Vaseline on his right hand, then smeared it over the boy's bare bottom. His boy became very agitated, and the Man slapped his bare ass hard three times, "Spread em, Chan!" and when the boy did, he shoved his middle finger up Chan's bare bottom as he yelled. The boy was immobilized by the invasion, trying his best to stand tall and straight on his tip toes. Jerking out his finger, he slapped his boy's bare bottom hard several more times, marks showed where and how hard. The Man was rough with his boy.
"Thank you, Sir." the boy spoke. "I have failed you. You must paddle me, Sir." He looked about to cry. I had the feeling it was a ritual going on that both had exercised many, many times. His words seemed rehearsed, but his bottom looked more and more attractive with these marks and the way he was straining to stand tall and firm there with nothing to lean on for support.
"Your boys never need such attention?" He asked.
"Of course they do and they get it when they need it," I said calmly but I was anything but calm watching this as I added, "they also get their temperatures taken that way when I choose to."
Rather coyly now my boys all turned red as if on cue together, but the Man was fascinated. Said he's never heard of it. Probably unfortunately so, I had my hand on young Chris' shoulder while I explained the special type of thermometer and it's use upon "gentle insertion," I stressed, up a boy's bare bottom, held there quietly to calm a boy down, which may take time, or for control and humiliation of a more arrogant, untrained one. Chris, Mea, and Paolo stared at the floor, their faces showing embarrassment throughout my little lecture. The Man's own boy's eyes just stared at me, open wider than I've ever seen Chinese eyes before with his mouth dropped open. I was clear neither were aware of this, but the Man was more than interested. I went on about how effective it was. Even Uncle was listening intently but I thought he already knew. Uncle asked if Mea had one, and I replied "Yes, and I use it on him." The Man wanted to see such a thermometer, but I've never carried one along with me and I added my boys each have their own personal ones and keep them themselves.
"Including the American?" His interest was back..
"Yes, for sure." I replied. I realized my hand was still on young Chris' shoulder steadying him and had been so throughout this brief discussion with the Man and Uncle.
"I thought as much," he answered. "He looks to be at that age when boy's need discipline, real structure in their lives, and want it more, though men fail to notice. Actually I've seen several young Brits get paddled in Singapore, London, too. Brits have it in their tradition, you know, and some use it well. I've paddled a few British boys myself, canned one. Come to Singapore sometime, I'll show you, but I tell you the truth, I've never seen an American boy paddled." I could see now where he was leading but was surprised by his directness next, "I'd like to see your American boy's ass, if you would grant me the favour and show him to me, my new friend?"
At that Chris held on to my sock covered foot, squeezing it uncomfortably. I knew his fears and had no need to do this. Mea and Paolo were handsome enough. But that boy of his standing there. . ..
Looking down as young Chris' face, the pleading in his beautiful eyes was obvious. I'd told him it was a social evening and I had no plans to spank him, nor strip him, and I was not going to let Mea's Uncle spank him. In this situation, though, baring him like the others was not out of talking range. Chris' lips pleased "Please. . .Please No;" but Chan was again smiling at me and mouthing "Yes, Please, Please!" I wanted Chan paddled. My desire overcame my hesitancy. Chris can always use a lesson in obedience, especially when I know for sure he absolutely does not want to be stripped or spanked in front or either of these two men..
Looking back to the Man, I gave my answer rather formally, "I would be happy to show you my American boy. I am sure you will find him as well as his firm bottom, quite exceptional." The Man smiled as did Chan and the Uncle. It was very quiet in the room now. "Stand up Chris."
Chris seemed shaky as I helped him stand, but stand he did, looking only at me with his eyes pleading for me not to do this. I pulled up his shirt, leaving his chest bare. Running my hand over his chest and abbs, "This one is a gymnast as you can see from his development," the men followed my hand down with their eyes till I unbuckled his belt, pulled it off, undid his jeans and helped Chris step out of them. Standing there, his eyes still looking only at me and pleading, he looked super in the form fitting white briefs he had chosen to wear tonight as my hand showed his lower abbs and pointed out his basket, adjusting it a bit as my right hand delved under his shorts un restricting his pecker and holding it inside his briefs. It began to extend as it always does in my hands so that when I removed my hand and tugged his briefs up higher, it was more than attractively encased there. The men had not failed to notice. I turned him around, showing them how form fitting those briefs hugged his bottom as well, especially now that I'd tugged them up. Then I pulled them down, taking them off, stripping him completely as he leaned on my shoulder, whispering, "Please, Sir, I'll do anything you want, please don't let him whip me." Ignoring him but squeezing his arm, I stood him there, then took him closer where he was within touching reach of both me, held his _c_o_c_k_ and balls in my hands and presented him, turning him slowly. "You will find my American boy exceptional and obedient, please accept my invitation and examined him as you wish."
I stood right behind young Chris, his bare back and body against me. I ran my left hand under his left arm and holding his chest tightly till my left hand was on his right breast for support just in case. My right hand was cupping his bare bottom that was tightly against me, with my right index finger applying just slight pressed to the base of his balls, where they smoothly meet his thighs, to insure he remained slightly erect. He was trembling ever so slightly and I thought he might begin to cry, so I whispered privately in his right ear, "Stand still, baby, and show them what I've got. No one is going to hurt you, but you know what happens if you disappoint me." His head nodded slightly. He was trying, really trying, balancing, I knew, the comfort from my hands which he had felt many times this way before I'd spanked him, with his own personal pride yet his dislike knowing how intently these two men were going over his body with their eyes filled with undisguised lust and envy. He knew what they wanted.
I held out his pecker and nuts in my hand, exhibiting them more closely, then turned him and spread his buns for their enjoyment. Then I stood back leaving Chris standing alone. The Man and Uncle were standing and running their own hands all over his naked body, testing him, feeling him, pinching his nipples, handling his nuts and pecker in way that forced it to extend so they could see young Chris in all his youthful glory and turning him around, examining his bottom. "You are right," the Man said, "this one is exceptional. If you'll permit me, I'd like to bend him over and inspect it more closely."
"Be my guest, my new friend," I parroted his earlier comment then told Chris to go to the table and spread his upper chest over it, leaving his bottom hanging and I pushed apart his thighs. I also told Mea and Paolo to do the same and they obeyed immediately. The Man went over all boys but examined young Chris' bottom better than any Proctologist could ever hope to. I held the hands of all three of my boys from the other side of the table during this, stretching them. All were examined by both of them, but Chris was clearly the one The Man liked and kept coming back to. "May I?" he held oil on his middle finger. "Of course," and he entered young Chris as violently as he has his own boy, then did the same to Paolo and Mea. Chris' eyes continued pleading, they each were, but all held still and did not disappoint me despite their discomforts that were obvious to me. Mea, to be sure, knew his Uncle and knew very well not to risk his Uncle's anger, but it was Paolo and Chris who pleased me and surprised me. Paolo's got a temper, though he's accepted and obeys me. Now he just kept looking at me as both men took pleasure with their hands. He was perfectly submitting and very, very still. And young Chris' training paid off as well. Though used to my hands, he'd been spanked many times for reacting in any way other than perfect and immediate obedience when I told him to do something with others around. Had he really learned? Those times over my lap may just have paid off in this moment, but I'm sure he knew I was hot and would have welcomed the opportunity to blister his own young bare bottom at the first sign of resistance!
"Exceptional, truly exception." the Man kept repeating until he tired playing. "Well, you have certainly shown me the results of your exceptional training on your boys, but I only have one here. I think it's time I paddle him, if you'd like?"
"Yes."
"I prefer my boy to shower first" Chan left to shower and I sent Mea, Paolo, and Chris with him to do the same. [Just for your awareness, feeling a boy, even intimately in a Bar here is not unusual or rare but OK in many bars where boys/men dance in underwear or less, and remember "boy" here is any man younger or lower status than you are.] All three returned boys returned with sarong's tied around their waists seductively.
"Take those silly things off, " Mea's Uncle spoke firmly and immediately. Disappointedly, all were bare naked again among us. All the boys were nervous, but Chan was even more so and close to upset.
"Get the stool, Chan and bring it over here, you know the position I want you in for your spanking." As Chan moved a small stool with cushion to the centre of the room, "Your punishment tonight is going to be a serious one and I hope will cause you not to again fail me. I've seen tonight that his boys are well trained, but you are not. Our new friends will be right here watching you get it, but don't bother forcing yourself not to cry, as you certainly need to cry and you must cry hard and learn tonight and I will see to it that you do, my Boy. Do you understand me?"
Chan looked at him then the boys and finally me, "Yes, Master!" he said, and he bent his beautiful bare bottom across that stool. Uncle, I was surprised to see, tied his writs to the legs of the stool, applied some oil of some kind, shoving his fingers up his bottom freely as he squired in reaction to the invasion.
The Man opened his briefcase as Chan watched, his eyes now becoming frantic as he saw what was in his Man's hand. "I said you will cry, and I meant it," he said as he pulled out a length of rattan about two feet and swished it in the air over the boy's upturned and completely vulnerable bottom. Chan began struggling frantically, but he was secured over that stool and Uncle was holding his shoulders down. "You're going to get ten, my boy. Ten well placed right across your bare bottom and you're never ever going to disappoint me again."
The Man brought that small rattan down on the boy's bare bottom and the scream pierced the room, followed by his sobs. His body struggled violently but Uncle held him firm. The Man raised his hand and again brought that rattan down straight across his bare bottom, just below the other stripe and then gave him all eight more, no pauses, leaving the boy a screaming child, sobbing uncontrollably and frantically struggling. My boys stared in abject horror! I've never seen such a thing. Chan's bare bottom showed ten clear stripes.
Then the Man picked up the paddle, "Possibly," he said to me, "you might want to do me the honour of paddling my boy now?" But before I could reply, he added, "I'm a businessman as are you. Let's cut a deal. You paddle Chan and I'll paddle Chris."
I would have loved nothing better. I didn't have to paddle him but could spank his now striped bare bottom over my lap. The boy was being punished and I could further punish him for disobeying earlier and still smiling. As I said, to punish a boy under real circumstances like this is rare but extremely gratifying. But there was a price I'd have to pay . The Man wanted to paddle my Chris'bare bottom!
Asian style rely was called for. "You do me honour and I would like nothing better than to paddle and spank his bottom good, believe me; but you must paddle him for whatever he did to annoy you earlier today, just please give him a good extra one for me." Immediately I regretted I hadn't taken him up on his offer, but I just couldn't!
The Man did paddle him fast and hard. He cracked that paddle again and again across his boy's bare bottom, blistering it and punishing him without mercy. He took that boy to hell and back and his boy's screams and crying showed he was succeeding. It was as good as I've ever seen when I boy really needs his bare bottom paddled for punishment. I enjoyed hearing and seeing it. Chris, Mea, and Paolo only became more and more quiet.
When he finished and the boy was left sobbing, the Man did nothing comforting nor forgiving but tossed Mea some lotion to apply. Mea's fingers and the chill of the lotion caused the boy to scream and cry more, but Mea applied it everywhere on the boy's burning bottom. Finally the boy was untied and he immediately dropped to his hands and knees in front of his Man and cried, "Please Master, thank you for teaching me with your paddle. I promise to be good, Master! Thank you!" Again his words sounded pre-determined.
I kept my boys bare but didn't spank them nor let anyone spank them that night. Mea's Uncle was uncharacteristically quiet throughout the evening. He, of course, could have paddled Mea's bare bottom any time he chose to, but he seemed more interested in watching. Several times I noticed him staring at Paolo and young Chris. Later I did accept the Man's invitation to examine his boy privately, taking the lad to another room to enjoyed the feel of his very hot, blistered bottom and attractive physique. I bent him over and across my knee. His wiggles assured his availability, and the temptation with a well paddled boy is legendary . . . but I did nothing. I want to spank him some day for sure.
I did not return the favour. Mea and Paolo both could have handled it. Chris simply cannot.
We all stayed over and after breakfast returned to Bangkok. I joined them alone for dinner the next evening and the Man made a point of inviting me to stay with him on my next trip to Singapore. Chan again suited was the impressive PA. When the Man went to the john, I asked Chan if he was often paddled like that. "Yes, Sir." he replied, "He likes to paddle me so I try to learn from it. He likes boys with their pants off and he paddles me and the younger ones, but me the most" I knew I hadn't much time to talk with him alone, so I rushed one more question: "Why did you smile at me even after he paddled you for it?" "Ah," he replied looking down, "I shouldn't tell you, Sir, but he told me to try to attract you so you'd just spank me and then he could demand to spank the American in return." Now it was my turn to smile broadly. "But," he continued, "it wasn't fake, believe me, I'd like to work with you." Before I could say anything further, the Man returned, I wished him luck, complimented him on his boy, and we parted friends.
Cal