This story is the fourth part of the original story titled "First Visit ". To enjoy this installment, read "First Visit - Part One" first, before this or any other installment. Then read "First Visit - Part Two" and "First Visit - Part Three". 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.

Those paragraphs marked at the beginning and end "JLP" are written by me. Those paragraphs marked at the beginning and end "JS" are written by Jeff.

JLP After Jeff had showered the following morning, following breakfast in the room....it was time for his performance review. In my sales management techniques, I use the regularly scheduled performance review as a very important tool. In sales management, the performance review is based upon a written agreed upon set of goals, prior to the time period covered by the performance review. In sales management, no one gets spanked...Jeff was not going to be so lucky.

He had not been as diligent in graduate school as he could have been. Jeff has the same problem a lot of men and women have with gifted minds...and make no mistake...he has a gifted mind. His problem is that he works to achieve a level of expectation necessary to make top marks...no more or less. Now you might think that I am describing an excellent student, and I am. But I am also describing a student who didn't work very hard to get his academic standing.

His university allowed an "A+" for scoring a 90% for the semester. Not 95% or 100% as a minimum performance, but 90%. An "A" could be achieved with an 85% score. An "A-" with an 80%. Worst part of his university grading was this....a 68% could get you a "B-". On Jeff's transcript for his last two years of undergrad and his grad school courses at the same University he had received 1 "B-" grades, 2 "B", 3 "B+", 2 "A-", 7 "A" and 4 "A+". He managed these excellent marks having never scored above 92 for the semester, with a 70 earning him a "B-".

Bottom line, his average performance level was 83, and his average letter grade was between an "A-" and an "A". He thought he was doing honor scholar work. NOT. JLP

JS Jason was not happy with my academic progress, to say the least. I was beginning to get the feeling that this was not going to be an easy morning... JS

JLP Jeff gave me his school records, including class papers and projects. He had on a T-shirt and a pair of size 32, white Jockey Y-front hip briefs as he sat down on the bed and watched me survey his papers and his grades. As leaned back against the bed and looked over his "academic achievements" I became appalled at the grading system of his university. If the North American business community is frustrated with the level of post grad students' abilities...all they have to do is look at how these students are graded. No wonder the oriental university business school graduates have been cleaning our clock in the worldwide marketplace.

As my questions became more pointed, he began to realize that he was not finding a sympathetic ear. Jeff had more than met his match. All the BS that he had been able to get by with because of his looks, personality and brains was not cutting the mustard with me.

(( Another grad student at a prestigious university ran into the same problem with me in her Master's thesis review. Her initial submission would not have passed a high school teacher's scrutiny, much less mine. I told her that the thesis outline and prologue was "not graduate student work...especially a full ride honors scholar. " A year later and after many severe paddlings, she is defending her thesis this month...and presenting excerpts to academic conferences in her field next month. She is proud of her work and so am I. The stories of her punishment paddlings have been posted to the newsgroup S. S.S. over the past year. ))

Jeff was about to find out what the penalty was for working to the level of competence for his university and not himself. He was going to learn to put his name in lights, because he had the brains to do that and more...but first...I was going to put his butt in "lights". JLP

JS Jason certainly was not finding my explanations for less than all A's across the board to be acceptable. I felt I had worked hard - yet there's always room for improvement. Jason was about to set me on the road to fulfilling my full potential, and the first step on that journey was going to be on my butt! JS

JLP I had him put his papers back on the motel room credenza and then lay on his stomach on the bed. Jeff's tight briefs creased into the ass crack of his humpy buns. His back, buns and legs were tense as I began to rub them, prodding him into admitting the need for a punishment spanking for his post graduate schoolwork. After a period of 10-15 minutes of rubbing and massaging, he agreed that he deserved and needed a punishment spanking.

I pulled his briefs down, the gray and white Jockey waistband snug against his buns and thigh junction. His buns were still slightly marked from the paddling the night before. I pulled up his briefs and rubbed his cotton-covered buns for a few minutes as I discussed what was going to happen and why.

"Jeff, this spanking has to be with leather, because of what the paddle and hair brush did to your backside last night. Because it is still marked, I am going to only give you four dozen swats, instead of six." He looked back at me and said his thanks for the partial reprieve.

"I don't like using leather Jeff, because I can't control where it lands as well as I can the paddle or hair brush. Also, this spanking will be over some pillows on the bed. So you have a choice. Do you need to have your hands and feet tied to the bed so that you can stay in position?" No question in his mind and asked for the silk ties be used. JLP

JS I really doubted my ability to stay in position for my spanking. And Jason's rule is that if he needs to tie you down after he's already started, then he starts over from the beginning on the bare butt. With my butt still sore from yesterday, there was NO way I was going to risk that! JS

JLP I made him put down two pillows in the middle of the bed, the top one doubled over, so his butt stuck up in the air as he mounted the pillows and spread his arms and legs. The silk ties secured his wrists and ankles to the bed frame, leaving his buns spread apart...and his brief's straight-line crotch mark at the base of his cheeks provided a perfect target point

The razor strap and double black strap got pulled from the credenza and placed on the bed in front of his face. I massaged his taut, brief covered buns as one final lecture was given to him about why he was in the position he was in, and what he had done to put himself there. There was no misunderstanding as I picked up the black double strap and stood next to the bed. JLP

JS This point was the low point of the weekend for me - because not only did I feel like I had really let Jason down by not living up to my full potential, but also because my butt was about to become a raging inferno. As I lay there, tied down with the razor and double black strap in front of me, my stomach began to feel like it was the stage for a James Brown concert. My butt was still really sore from yesterday's punishment paddling, and I was SCARED of what the strapping was going to be like. Imagine being on the world's biggest roller coaster, being deathly afraid of heights, and you are coming to the top of the first hill. This was ten times worse...plus, I had bought my own ticket to the ride. JS

JLP I took aim at the crotch mark of his angled buns. Jeff turned his head away from me as I raised my arm.

"CRACK"

Jeff flinched, his hands grabbed hold of the bed covers.

I silently counted "1001", "1002" and "1003" and landed another.

"CRACK"

His head jerked at this swat, his toes curled at the pain building in his already tender buns.

"CRACK"

He started to moan after this swat as I moved to the opposite side of the bed. Three more swats landed from this new angle.

I took a stance at the foot of the bed, looking down at his arched buns....and the tight white target of his briefs. Six times I landed the black strap on his now twisting hips. He did not like this angle at all...because the tip of the strap lands higher up on the bun...where it is very tender.

As I laid the black strap down on the bed and picked up the razor strap...I briefly rubbed his warm buns. His eyes were pleading for me to "stop"...but he choked on the words and said nothing. JLP

JS My butt was already a five-alarm fire! But I knew that no amount of pleading was going to keep Jason from delivering what I deserved. JS

JLP Standing to his left I raised the razor strap in double handed grip and snapped the riveted leather down hard.

"CRACK"

His head snapped back and his fists and toes spoke the words that did not come from his tight lips.

Five more times I snapped the razor strap against his twisting buns, as Jeff frantically tried to escape the fire I was building in his buns.

Walking to the other side of the bed and, I repeated the six strokes, this time with a back handed motion that made a loud "SPLAT" as each swat landed. His toes were constantly curling with each swat and his fists tore at the bed spread. Tears started to drip from his eyes.

I laid down the razor strap and picked up the black strap. I rubbed his buns for a few seconds and said, "Half done Tiger."

Standing at the foot of the bed, six quick swats landed that caused Jeff to bounce up and down on the pillows. He could no longer control the tears and his sobs. His butt was on now on fire.

As I exchanged the strap for the razor strap he turned to me and begged through his tear filled eyes for me to stop. I shook my head and his head dropped to the bed and waited for the next six.

These six, I purposely landed low on his briefs...catching plenty of bare upper thigh with each swat. He now was openly crying and asking me to stop. JLP

JS I was now in serious pain and would have promised ANYTHING for Jason to stop - including me having to get all A+'s next term or get triple the consequences. Good thing I didn't! But even as I begged for Jason to stop - I knew that he was going to continue on to the bitter end. JS

JLP For a moment and I watched him calm down from the razor strap swats. Leaning over, I rubbed his briefs, feeling the heat coming from his buns. Slowly I tugged up the seat of each side of his briefs and wedged the moist fabric into Jeff's spread ass crack. His multi-colored buns were now bare....and ready for his final twelve.

To make the final twelve sting as much as possible. I divided the twelve swats into four sets of three swats each. Two sets with each strap. These were delivered rapid fire, with a minute pause between sets. JLP

JS These final 12 had to be the worst of the weekend - it was like Satan himself had come to pound fire onto my butt! It was probably no more than about 30 seconds but it felt more like 30 minutes. By the end, I was pleading with Jason so that he would know that I had learned my lesson and wouldn't give me the additional two dozen that I had avoided because my butt was still not fully recovered from yesterday's paddling. Believe me, I didn't need them! JS

JLP When I finished he begged for no more, promising to make me proud of his schoolwork, not ashamed of his lack of effort. I sat down on the bed, comforting him, untying him from the bed....tending to his now very tender buns.

As the weekend came to a close and Jeff prepared to head onto the next leg of his spring break journey....we came to a number of understandings about his conduct and how I would treat him on future visits.

One of my promises to him was to never use a wooden or plastic tool on his butt again. His skin marks too easily. I was going to be limited to leather to spank him when he screwed up again....and he has.

In anticipation of his next visit, I ordered from my favorite tool supplier, Hanson Paddle Company, a nifty five-fingered leather tawse. As Robin of Hanson said in an email message..."it is very stingy". Jeff's tender butt needed something that would indeed "sting"...but not bruise like the paddles had. To make sure of the tool's effectiveness, it was used on me as a test...it stings like hell. Works well from a standing position or OTK...a very good tool.

Also I shortened the double leather strap to make it easier to control and to use on Jeff in an OTK position. Our next visit's tools were ready.

AND...his next visit will be this coming weekend, starting Friday, April 7th in another Midwestern City. Yes, Jeff has several spankings scheduled. JLP

JS Just so you know - I am not a pain freak. Jason's spankings hurt. They hurt worse than any other man's spankings I had gotten over the past few years. They hurt worse than any other pain I have ever felt. How Jason prepares me for the spanking mentally puts me at ease. I know what he is going to do to my butt will hurt, but I am not scared. How he comforts me afterwards, brings me back to earth. Once the spanking is over, it is over. No more lectures, just comforting...like a loving Dad would his son.

And - I really hate to admit this - because he warned me it would happen. The rememberance of the pain of his spankings has refocused my mind on grad school. This semester I had a particularly difficult course, that without the spector of a Jason strapping in my mind - I would have slacked off. My final paper was the best in the class!

Do adult spankings modify behaviour? You bet they do! JS

JLP One part of Jeff's visit that is going to be fun is a double spanking with a man I have "fantasy spanked" for a number of years. What makes this man unique is that my fantasy punishment spankings turn him on so much that he cums during the spanking...every time. No hand stimulation by him at all, other than my hand heating up his butt. This man is the ONLY man that I have ever spanked that has had this reaction just from the act of spanking. Of course, since he can't control himself over "Coach Parker's" lap, I have to pull his briefs down and paddle him as additional "punishment".

Jeff has had few fantasy spankings, but none with another man present. So in addition to his scheduled punishment spankings...he gets to watch and be part of "Coach Parker" spanking his naughty high school gym students...after they shower and are dressed in just their white cotton briefs. Jeff's biggest concern and jealousy...he won't cum during his spanking by "Coach Parker". :) JLP