Many times Men, but also some Boys, have written and asked what it was like for a young man during and after his first attitude adjustment but from the boy's perspective as a high school or college guy? The following is the actual letter written by the young man after he'd spent an initial long weekend with a new Dad. Arriving by plane early evening, he'd finally set eyes on the Man he'd been writing to for a long time. But, it was only later that first night, back in the privacy of the Man's home, that the Boy found out what it was really like to have his slacks and white briefs taken down and be put across the lap of this Man he'd just met in person. The Boy got his first real spanking, but it wasn't his last.
What follows is the Boy's actual correspondence with this Man after the Boy returned back to him home. None of the following is made up in anyway. It shows the events and feelings from the Boy's point of view and the aftermat that has developed between these two individuals.
Scott is a good looking, 21 year old American-Brazilian boy, tall about 6'2", well built at 165#s, in good shape though he could be better. He emerged from that airplane looking good and feeling confident if somewhat nervous about what he had gotten himself into. Under his somewhat floppy cloths typical of college boys today, were his own nice white buns that had never really been spanked before, but that were soon to respond well and turn red whenever he was spanked. He looks like a lot of guys his age these days and dresses similarly. Underneath those cloths, he favors white cotton briefs but he also liked plaid cotton boxers that slip down nice and easily. Scott can be _c_o_c_k_y and a real joker at times, like most guys. He's fun to spend time with. He's playful enough and good looking enough to fit into Abercrombie easily. Scott is very straight, with all the hoped, joys, hang ups, and openness to American young men his day. He wasn't used to being in the company of an older man. He especially was not used to being in the company of an older man that he knew would spank him. But Scott had dreamed about meeting just such a man four and though he had tried to make it happen for real, it just never had.
By way of background he had searched through the Web and personals and had visited briefly two other men. One was a British man who had him lay he out naked on the shag carpeted floor of his apartment and had towered over him while beating him with a strap. The man had swung that strap with increasing power. The boy was hurt badly and had cried "enough." That wasn't for him. The second was a local American gay man, about 45, who spanked him while holding him on his lap in his bedroom but had also used such things as a _d_i_l_d_o_ up him for punishment. The man had said "shall we get started?" and things like that. It hadn't been real. Scott was hurt again.
Finally, Scott sounded so sad and frustrated, but so wanting to know someone for what he called a "real spanking" that when he got a chance and a sudden invitation to visit the Man he'd written to for so long, he bought a plane ticket and took it.
Possibly other Boys and Dads can identify with what followed as well as Scott's reflection and reactions. Just remember, Scott is 21, straight, and an American. The Man is about 50, tall, said to be distinquished looking, in good shape also not into any of the quick scenes. Both the Boy and the Man agreed to this posting just in case it might help others to understand and feel comfortable also. The following is factual.
Cal
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Date: 28-07-2000
Cal,
It's Friday night about midnight right now. But I started writing this at 10 pm!!!! Can't believe I haven't had any time for myself up until now since I got back to LA (and I'm still tight on time!). 99% of this is due to not having a car though. Otherwise I would have just stepped out and drove home. (I wouldn't write long emails like this when I'm hanging out at my friend's house since I got back home and everyone wanted to know where I'd been; my friends are a little bit nosy.
Basically, after you dropped me at the Airport, I left at 10:20 am. It was 2:15 pm my time here when I arrived. A Celebrity I recognized was on the plane ride back! He's been in a few popular funny movies lately. His last one was "Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo". You probably didn't see it. I liked it. :P
Anyway, like I was telling you, the night before I left in the morning, I didn't sleep very well at all. I was even awake when your alarm rang at 6 in the morning. Somehow, I only lightly dozed off for a little bit on the plane. That's it. Then I landed and went straight over to finish up this project my friends and I were working on. However, everybody and their momma showed up at Bob's house, relating to my trip, and our work was delayed. We were almost done with everything by 4 am. But by that time I was SO _d_a_m_n_ tired... you couldn't believe it. My eyes were literally shutting down. I crashed and Bob woke me up at 9 am. I started working on the thing again, and Bob had to leave. Shortly after, my eyes literally started closing again (even after 5 hours of sleep?!). So I woke up again at like 2 pm, finished up the work, but I was stuck at Bob's house because his car got screwed up, too. So I slept there again Thursday night, and today (Friday) I finally got a ride home with my other friend. You know I hate that kind of crap. But it's all good. But yeah, since Wednesday, up until now I've been thinking of this letter I had to write to you. Finally I have a chance to write.
Actually, make sure you have some extra time on your hands because it might be a little long of an email. So I'd recommend saving this message for later if you are busy right now.
I'm glad you thought our time together was one of your nicest breaks in years. I must have a pretty nice ass. AHHHH no forget I said that. Actually I might be a little more serious later on in this email so I'll get done joking around right now. Promise. My joking days are done.
As for me, I've never had what you would call a break. This is the first time I've literally been away from everyone, at complete leisure (or somewhat complete leisure!). So yes, it was very nice, for me. I an sooo glad you let me visit.
And hey, I am beginning to miss you a little too. And that's saying A LOT. I'm sure that given time, I may begin to really miss you. I can imagine a lot of things happening down the road (along the lines of becoming a much closer friend with you especially).
You mentioned driving past home and up to the next place to work but didn't even stop. Actually I thought you were gonna stop. I don't like saying this, but I don't have my copy of "the rules". And I cleared everything out of the house we were in, so ... my only conclusion is that you have both copies... or my copy fell on the floor or somewhere pretty much out of sight in the house. Those are the only possibilities. Anyway, I've rewritten the sheet (not too hard to remember it, you know). But I know that's not the point... the principle of the matter is that I misplaced the _d_a_m_n_ thing. That's the point. (Unless you have both copies, then it might be your mistake, but that is much better than leaving it behind at the house!!!!). Please don't spank me for this! I'll write it all down again and I remember each of those rules we agreed on together. I am positive.
I'm glad you survived your drive. Drives alone are pretty boring. Same goes with airplane flights!! I have to say, (with proof by going to visit you), I love travelling, I love experiencing new things (for example like the tropical weather), but I hate.. HATE .. the airplane flights. B - O - R - I - N - G. I actually like long drives better than long flights. So my trip home was fine, except of course for the airplane rides, and the salty peanuts laced with crack-cocaine. (Addicted to airline peanuts???)
What do I consider you as? Brother? Probably not. Father? Well, sort of, maybe, but not really. Family? Yes! (for sure as time goes by!) Friend? Most definetely, now and forever. I know you'll spank me more. I don't every want to meet anybody else. I hope that is OK with you. Other guys really hurt me, but you were so nice to me even though you spanked me and more than once. I never dreamed it was going to happen to me, but it did.
The first night I barely remember how I felt or the exact thoughts that were going through my mind. I know that I was not nearly as comfortable that night as the rest of the time, but honestly, I was ten times more comfortable than I ever was meeting any other stranger. You would pause that first spanking in the living room periodically to have me hold you, and hug you. That I was not used to, nor ever even really thought of, and am not used to anything like that. I mean, c'mon, the first night we hooked up and yes, of course you were going to spank me, but getting so close, not just physically like that but emotionally takes time. I'll admit that our first time together was a lot more physical than emotional. (To break it down into two obvious categories.) But yes, it was good to do something like that, and I know I was getting used to all of it by the second and especially the third day.
I don't remember how much you really laid into me that first night. I was anxious, worried about it all a little and wondering what I'd done, too concerned, but I think you went a little easy that night.... a little but my ass still was hot and hurt. But then when we went to sleep. Well, I really didn't expect to sleep together, but it's proof again that I already did trust you, and was comfortable with you, even before we met. But I really REALLY was not into that kind of thing, you know being so close to another guy, in bed, naked.... well you get the idea. If there was ever ANY question in my mind of whether or not I was homophobic, well, any remaining such thoughts have since forever been squashed. I wasn't worried about anything like that. I just was not USED to that kind of thing. But oh... you really got me when you put your hand on my ass touching my ass that night... it felt real good and you hadn't asked or anything just did it and that really got me hot and I might have still been excited or whatnot from the spanking over your knees anyway, but I just couldn't control myself! If you kept it up longer that night, I would have totally cum all over the place, a lot more intensely than I did any other time those few days. I can see why you hold me there and pat my ass when you've spanked me and it's so hot. Yea, I understand why and it really got to me. Especially when you were lightly tickling my lower lower back, and rubbing lightly under my balls (to put it bluntly), I mean at some points raising my butt up was almost like involuntary! It just happened. The point I'm trying to make actually... at one point, I forgot all about my initial discomfort of being too close to another man for comfort. I mean, totally forgot. It didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered. It was you and your hand that had spanked me. You were definitely in charge then. This is the same thing that happened when you paddled me the last night I was there. Right after you said "hold on tight". And you really started paddling d you tighter than I ever held anyone before, but it was the same effect... I totally forgot about everything .. forgot about any reservations in my mind, about being a little to close, I mean... nothing mattered except just holding on, as tightly and as close to you as possible. I don't even remember pain from that night. It's actually a beautiful thing. Of course, I know it was stinging like hell, but just for that moment, and now looking back it was not even an issue. I remember reading a lot of your posts that always mentioned that. They always mentioned how all holding back was totally thrown out the window, and nothing mattered anymore, not being naked over a man's lap, not being spanked, not anything. I remember wondering a few times what that was like, well now I'll tell you I know what that's like!! Holding on to you like that so tightly, almost out of my control, was one of the most intense moments of my life ever. And one of the best moments I had there during our time together. Ironically, it was also when I was getting paddled the hardest there!!!
Going back to our first night sleeping together.... yeah you made that very erotic, and I also had a similar point where I totally forgot or lost all reservations about what I was doing. The only drawback though is that I didn't sleep as well as I normally do alone. Normally, I would definetely want to sleep alone, unless it's one of those occasions where, um, that would not be acceptable. But yeah, my arm would fall asleep to easily, and I am one of these people that don't fall asleep for hours sometimes. And at one point I felt like my chin was boring into your bicep... didn't that hurt your arm after a while?? Anyway, I wouldn't want to be that close to anyone for an entire night (not even a passionate lover). At one point I'd tell her go to your _d_a_m_n_ side of the bed I need to sleep. HA HA HA!!!
Okay, the second day, yeah we picked up that jock strap and stuff. I believe that's when you spanked me for leaving my shoes out. Yeah I was taken aback (a little) when you were just going to punish me for that. I mean it was such a small thing and so minor. I guess I knew better than to argue or try to talk you out of it. But I didn't want it then and it wasn't fair you were going to spank me for somethinng small like that, but I quickly realized you were SERIOUS and you were! But in a sense, I was "there for my spanking initiation" or whatever you want to call it... but I can imagine that later on (down the road) something like that might be a really, I don't know, unpleasant spanking? Or reason FOR it... normally I probably would've been in disagreement with you over something so small like that. But you know what I'm saying, I was there for my 3 day thing, and I was going to go over your knee anytime you said without any questions on my part. I think that's when you made me stand in the corner first? Yeah, I actually don't like that kind of thing. It's a little.. well I think it makes me feel childish. Or almost like I was in some kind of scene or something. The same as I feel walking around in the jock strap. I mean, at least I had my t-shirt on, but if I was just walking around like that ONLY... I really wouldn't like that. Not because it is embarassing or feels ridiculous (I mean, it's just you and me, I couldn't care much about that), but because it also feels like that kind of thing... a little too exhibitionist, comes down to a completely visual thing, and walking around with a jock strap like that on... oh yeah.. that's completely, totally visual. Now, I couldn't care less if you were gay or straight or bi or whatever, but it sort of makes me feel a little off color walking around like that. But now, if someone else was there, and I was being punished or whatever, and had that thing on, of course I would totally feel not so much embarrased (I mean I am not ashamed of my body or whatever you woul o to say. Maybe I am a little homophobic after all.
But to me, visual stimulation (visual "data") defines the _s_e_x_ual orientation, not sensual stimulation. The emotional connection / visual stimulation is what totally defines that. That's why, like when we were in bed, we were close, it was erotic at one point even, but there were NO visuals there. All sensual. And the emotional bond is not such that I'm in "love" with you, or _s_e_x_ual in any way. It is totally more like a family type thing, more like that close friendship / bond type thing. I mean, I can totally hang with that. Walking around in a jock though is sort of the exact opposite to me. Well, the T-shirt helped like I was saying, but well, you know what I mean. But anyway when you told me to do it, I knew enough to do it without arguing and I just did it.
Anyway, you spanked me again that night, first in the bedroom. I didn't have any choice. You just took my cloths off and took me across your lap and spanked me whether I liked it or not. But that is when I really got that cramp in my groin, on my left side. You hinted at the fact that it was because I didn't cum even though I got hard like 100 times. Maybe that is right. But yeah, I was sort of full from eating (my stomach got sort of "locked" up with gas, and I was cramped in my groin). This was when we were in the pool, and you were talking about the project fiasco. By the time I was getting spanked bare again over your lap I felt a little better, but not too much. I was totally losing my erection, well I just wasn't comfortable. But this is interesting... I looked over and saw myself in the reflection of the glass door. Not a very clear reflection but definetely a good reflection. I was positioned so that I saw my butt (my face was away from the glass, I was looking over back the other way). Of course, that kind of visual totally gets me off and yeah I'm sure you remember I came pretty quick that time. The reason such a visual of myself got me off was becuase to me, I remind myself of a boy, not a man (when thinking about it that way). A couple of times I saw like M/M spanking pictures on the net. That totally turns me off, totally ugly crap to me. But any picture with a boy would totally arouse me. I explained that to you before. So yeah, I still relate to myself as a boy. This is totally in private, of course. When I'm out and about, I definetely see myself as a young adult. Especially with my body type, I can actually be like either or (I'm talking totally mentally here, not physically!!!). I'm at that age where I can actually feel like both. I really like that actually. It's more versatile. Sometimes I see regular middle aged guys and I'm like "I don't want to become middle aged!" But I wouldn't mind being 9 years old and totally buff with long white hair and white eyebrows and cool shades on and look
Being over your knees was really hot for me. You were right in saying I'd never been spanked before, but no question you took charge of me and I found my getting spanked and yea better than I'd ever dreamed about. I knew by then you'd spank me anytime you wanted to and what I thought didn't matter at all.
The second night we were pretty close again. Also this was after all the quick spankings during the day, and still hugging you all throughout. You know, I was still not used to that, but I started doing it anyway, and trying to get close to you, because deep down I knew this is not a bad thing, but really a good thing, to be able to be so close to someone, like this, privately, and you are someone I can trust. It was not nearly as erotic as the first night but whatever. I don't really care about that. Anyway I'd rather sleep at night HA HAHA!! But anyway I think I was getting used to it a little.
But then of course, by the third day, you made me let go.... and when you spanked me again, you didn't go that easy on me. Like, you kept slapping me in the same spot, until I had to say it: I asked you to please stop. It was like constipation of words, and you made me say it. (Did you break me? Heh... I don't mind . . . no one ever has but it was wonderful when I just lost it over your lap.) But you know you really didn't stop spanking me anyway. You didn't care what I'd said and I knew you were real and that really helped. What's funny is you were really spanking me nowhere near as hard as I've been hit in the past, but yet, it was building up over time. Much closer to what I always wondered about, and it's such a thing that would allow us to get closer. You made me talk without saying a word. I had to. Then yes, I wrote about this above.. but you really paddled me, and told me to hold on tight. Oh, you bet I did! I once again lost all care in the world to where I was; it was actually a very special thing. I never experienced anything like it before ever.
So that night, when we were talking on the couch, spanking me a little and with your hand there on my under the blanket... yeah, I just started to talk. I finally did it... but yeah, right before I started talking, it's like, I felt like saying something, and just held it back. Literally felt like constipation of words. But you let me get to a point where I could just let it all out, and be myself, or whatever you would call it, and I can't tell you how much I appreciate that. I've never been naked in a man's arms before and being 21 and all but it was the best thing I've ever been through to be completely in an older man's hands and hugged and under your control. I really appreciated that!
You definetely made the trip over worthwhile, and not another dumb meeting with someone who just wanted to feel me and hit me a lot, but instead, to meet the person I've known for so long by email, and actualize a few things, and have some things come true and more. I would look forward to seeing you again anytime. You know I'll always obey you no matter what.
The other thing I thought about a little was all your stories of Mei, Chris, Larry, Zach, Paulo, etc. etc. The truth is, I probably wouldn't meet them for a while realistically since everyone is so scattered, but maybe I'm wrong. Fact is, I wouldn't feel uncomfortable in any way meeting them, or even telling them "you have a new boy". (If that's what you call it. Sort of sounds funny saying it that way, but yeah little details like that are always awkward.) But no, I wouldn't. Would I be uncomfortable getting spanked in front of them, or ANYONE? HELL YES! Would I ever be concerned about the privacy of our relationship even though I ended meeting the rest of your family in the same light? Well, yes I would. I mean, don't one or two of them tell anyone that you spank them and it is the most natural thing in the world for them? Well, those were my thoughts on that, but it probably won't even be an issue for a while. But you can tell them about me (if it even comes up)... anytime. I don't mind.
At this point now, I got back in the swing of things here at home, that is with my friends. The first thing they asked is where the HELL did I go???!!!! Heh... Now we come to the point where we enter the real world....(I hinted at that before)
Well here's what I said to my friends (important). Obviously not in the order below. I'm just telling you the story. Now, 90% of this is true. The non-true part covers up the little details I would of course never tell anybody.
I said that you were an acquaintance of my father's. Not necessarily a very close friend, just you knew my dad at one point, from the Country Club. I met you once when I was very young, like 8 years old. But I always remembered you for one of those weird reasons, one of those childhood things that get stuck in your memory. Anyway, that's about it. After my dad disappeared when I was in high school, I found an email from you just asking my dad something or other. I actually remembered who you were!! I was in my dad's America Online email box , and I replied to you saying I'm his son, he passed away, blah blah. Emails got directed to my email box, and I ended up emailing with you off and on. Just an ongoing email - thing for a few years (how are you doing, high school problems, interested in your world travels, blah blah blah), which just randomly developed for no particular reason. However, you were in France all last year, and I barely emailed you (maybe 5 or 6 times in the whole year). So you came back and actually emailed me wondering how I was doing. Well, over the year (this is true) I started getting into all this internet stuff at a very professional level, and I showed you some of my stuff. Of course, you were amazed that I went from just starting out my computer skills when you were last in America, to becoming a totally professional. You said something like now that I'm in USA we could actually meet and talk about it. I also said I had a huge argument with my mom, and that served as the impetus to actually say yes I'll meet you (and get away from it all), as well as serve as a business trip (show you all my internet skills / what I can do / what I can do for your business). For both reasons I took off to meet you. But whatever, that is just a minor modification of the story, whatever). Anyway, we met, and we may possibly do some work together in the future (however for now, you had to go back to France, so may not be for a little while).
That's the story I told my friends. I actually didn't even say anything to anyone about you knowing my dad. In fact, the subject of how I met you will probably no longer come up because I've already explained my trip to everyone. It may come up next time we meet though. So a lot of this stuff I'm just putting down as fact, even if I didn't tell anyone yet, so that it makes sense as a whole.
So when you ever meet my friends / family, by any chance, and somehow who the hell are you comes up, which it never will, so all this is useless, all you have to know other than what is true is what I wrote above.
That's the story. Anyway, a lot of the details above will probably never be mentioned again (especially like country club thing). I'm just letting you know what I told people just so you know. Feels a little silly making some of this up, but whatever.
I'm sure you have a similar story you'd tell people you know... like you found my resume on the net or something like that. The only reason I didn't say something like that about you is because I went to meet you! That wouldn't validate the story if I just said I found you as a client or whatever and all of a sudden I'm in your house for 3 days? And I wanted to keep our story as truthful as possible, including that I've known you for a while. Actually you might as well use my same story as well. Keep "our stories straight" now that sounds silly, but it's true. But I can't tell my friends you spanked me. No way. But you do and will a lot more too. But I can't tell my friends you spank me and I'm still getting it. What would they think if they knew? No way!
Remember, here's the whole thing: I'm a guy you knew since high school who actually told you my dad took off, and we emailed ever since. That's the basic thing I made up. Everything else is true (your business and my work / trip / emailed each other for years, etc.)
phew, that was long winded!!!
That probably about does it.... but yeah, see what I mean when I say there's some things in the "real world" I don't like??? Sort of like Chris, when he was trying to avoid ever saying you spanked him. Sort of like you always avoiding the subject of whether you strapped Larry or not. Of course Chris messed up and spilt the beans but I guess in his case it didn't matter. And he was younger. And I'm in a totally different situation. (Like I was saying above.). Yea, sure, but I get spanked too now! Awesome.
I seriously gotta go!!!!
Well, please email me back ASAP...
I'd love to hear your thoughts
see you again,
-Scott
PS call me if you can at (phone number deleted) or leave me your number if you wanna talk about some of this. Thanks. I miss you. Never thought I'd ever say that about a MAN!