BACKGROUND:

For more than a year, "D" and I have been chatting on the Hanson Paddle chat site. We have come to realize that we have many aspects of our spanking fantasy in common. When he mentioned a spanking he gave to a spanking buddy, it struck a chord with me. Recently, "D" and I worked on this scenario and have determined that, if we ever are able to actually meet, this is the role play "Script" we would actually choose. (Unfortunately, this will likely stay in the fantasy realm since "D" lives 1000 miles from where I do.)

THE STORY:

Finally, after many years of anticipation, I find myself exiting a airplane at an airport in a city I have never before visited. Nervously, I scan the crowd for my friend "D." While this is the first time we will actually meet, I immediately recognize him from the description he has given me of him. And, so too, he recognizes me.

After a brief embrace and exchange of the usual niceties ("How was your trip?" etc.), we walk to his car and head towards his home. Once we are on our way and we have begun to relax with one another, we slip into the role play scene we had previously agreed to.

"Son," he says, "Your mother reports that you have been acting like a baby lately. She tells me that you are having frequent accidents where you wet your pants and your bed. She also tells me that she is at her wits end about this. You have seen medical doctors, psychologists and other specialists and they all agree that it is not medical but you have lapsed into a lazy pattern of not controlling your bladder. What do you have to say for yourself, young man?"

Already, just listening to the tone of his voice, I am beginning to feel very much like a naughty boy. The chemistry is definately right!

"But Dad," I whine, "I can't help it. Maybe my bladder is too small or...."

"HOW DARE YOU LIE TO ME!!" he interupts angrily. "Are you trying to tell me that your mother spent all that time and money on specialists for nothing? You are up to your old tricks; lying, talking back and so on. I guess I have my work cut out for me this weekend!"

"No Dad, I'm not trying to lie. Please believe me," I reply.

"Quit your back talking right now!" I can tell he's really getting mad now! He continues, "How can you deny lying when you know prefectly well what the doctors have said? To heck with doctors, huh? I should believe a lying, lazy, pants-peeing boy instead of trained professionals?"

"I'm sorry, Dad," I begin to plead. "I promise to try from now on."

"Sorry is one thing but it isn't going to get you out of this one. Your lying and back talking have already earned you a spanking the instant we get home. And that is just a taste of things to come. I am going to be on you like mold on cheese this weekend. Everytime you act up, your bottom will be bared and soundly spanked; whether its for back talking, lying, disrespect, or especially if you wet your pants!"

What more could I say? I'm feeling like a naughty boy who has finally met his match. For the remainder of the drive home, I sulk and worry about how much my bottom is going to ache from the spankings.

When we get to his home, he stops the car. He tells me, "Okay, boy, time for you to pay the piper! While I get your bag and unpack it in your room, I expect you to be getting ready for your spanking. I want you to strip to your underpants, find the paddle you were told to bring, and wait patiently on your bed for me. You got that?"

"Yes, sir," I reply dejectedly.

Into his place, I follow him. He leads me to the bedroom he has prepared for me. First, I dig through my bags for the paddle and lay it on the bed. Then, I carefully strip while he unpacks my gear. I watch him taking glimpses at my body as I strip and, somehow (you see, while he is gay, I am not), I find this appealingly humiliating and intimate to be made to strip to my white briefs while he watches. As directed, I anxiously wait for my spanking.

Soon enough, he turns around and pulls a straight-backed chair from the desk to the middle of the room and sits on it. "Okay, son, time for your bottom warming. Get over my knee."

Meekly, I do as I'm told. In short order, I find myself, a strong, 6" 1" fully grown man, over his knee as if I were a naughty boy. Before I have too much time to reflect on how wonderful it is to feel like a naughty boy, I feel his fingers under the waist band of my white briefs and down he yanks them.

While over his knee with my bare, white buttocks awaiting his swats, I am treated to a brief lecture recapping the events that caused me to get this spanking and reminding me that he will paddle me all weekend, if I need it.

Then, he begins spanking my bottom with with hard, stinging paddle swats. Over and over, the paddle rips into my bare bottom. After probably 50 swats or so, I can take it no more, and begin to actually cry.

Between fierce, sound spanks, he tells me "Crying will get you no where, young man. You earned this spanking and you will get it until I think you have learned your lesson!"

To heck with crying! After about 75 swats, I am flat out bawling! The pain, the loss of control, the intimacy of being over his knee; all combined I feel like the naughty boy I know I am who is finally get what he deserves!

Finally, after what must have been more than 100 paddle swats, he stops. "Over to the corner. Maybe now that I've paddled your bottom rosy red, you will think twice about lying and talking back to me! And, don't you dare rub that red bottom or pull up your underpants."

While I wait in the corner, I hear him getting things out and making prepartions for something. I don't dare look! After 5-10 minutes, he give me permission to turn around. I see what he was getting ready for.

"All right son, since you seem to like acting like a pants-wetting baby, that is how you will be treated. You will be in diapers this weekend and, everytime you wet them, I will spank your bottom. Now lie on the bed for me to put that diaper on," he instructs me.

END OF PART 1