Letter #2 "Jim and the Sewing Room"
Dear Cal,
Let me start off by saying I can't believe I'm actually writing this letter. Never in my life have I written a complete stranger with such intimate details about our private lives. But after reading your Larry stories and the recent one with Scott, who I really admire by the way, I felt it was my privilege to contribute. Others need to know that there are couples like us even though we're not ready yet to stand up and scream about it, at least I'm not.
Believe it or not we started playing spanking games right after Jim and I began seriously dating and spending lots of time together. The first time was when he lost a bet during a game of Trivial Pursuit as dumb as that sounds. (I found out a year later he lost that first time on purpose.) I was just gonna swat him a few times over him jeans but he said he wanted to have to take them down as part of the bet. Fine with me, I love his ass naked. He went over my knees and I had what I wanted right there! I didn't slap him hard enough to hurt him but that was definitely the beginning and it turned me on with lots of ideas. I liked it a lot and afterwards in bed things were ever better so I began coming up with excuses to spank him and he began doing things to encourage me to. Some nights we'd be so hot at the bar we'd die to get home and get private! We had some great weekends and then we got serious about each other.
We've since done away with play-spanking and bets. For us spankings are for real and they have been for some time now. Don't get me wrong. We're not into S&M. Jim is not my slave and I am not his master. Our relationship is built on love and friendship. However, I'm the one who wears the pants in this relationship and Jim is definitely the one who takes him down.
I used to be able to spank Jim whenever his behavior warranted some discipline as he's still young enough to have this immature playful side that can get out of hand - about once every three to four weeks typically. However, his leaving his job in order to become a full-time student has caused us to give up our apartment and move into his parent's huge place with his folks who've been more than welcoming of their gay son and his lover. They're great people and I love them to death but the lack of privacy makes administering a proper spanking much more difficult. They don't know I spank their son. And there's no way I'm going to go there with it either. Jim was never spanked growing up at home, but I was up until I graduated from high school.
What we now do is keep an ongoing ledger of his misdeeds. When we get the house to ourselves we go over them one by one. I have Jim strip down to his jockey's and wait for me in the corner of his mum's sewing room. I purposely keep him waiting a while. If I know we're gonna have the place for several hours I'll take a shower. I like knowing that he's obediently waiting standing at attention with his nose in the corner in just his briefs . Its a total affirmation of my power and authority over him. Sometimes I even sneak a peek. Seeing him there as I told him to be, just waiting, sends a strange but nice feeling through my entire body. His body's gorgeous, especially when he is not in control. Both of us work out, but he's in the best shape.
Jim knows to set things up before he heads to the appointed corner. When I walk in I find the right chair in the center of the room with the hairbrush and ledger book on the seat. Unlike some men, I don't start spanking Jim on his underwear. I immediately wrinkle them down to his ankles myself and leave him standing naked with his fine _c_o_c_k_ before me while I explain to him in detail why he's being punished. His _c_o_c_k_ is always at attention before I even touch it. Jim has confided to me that this is one of his favorite parts of a spanking so I have made it my business to become a "master lecturer" and I've learned to take my time and enjoy his obedience.
There are never more than two or three "crimes" written in the ledger (we don't believe in making up reasons to spank; only real-life errors count and he and I, like Scott and you, have an agreed upon list or rules for him) but he knows that even one is enough to warrant a painful trip for him over my lap.
When I'm through lecturing, Jim places himself over my knees, with his _c_o_c_k_ between my thighs, and his spanking starts. I usually begin with my hand to warm his buns up. This produces an occasional moan or "ouch" from him but nothing more. A lot of the time I get the distinct impression that my palm is being punished more than his bottom! Still, I love the feel of my hand across his bare bottom and I don't rush things here either. That all changes once I pick up the hairbrush I bought for him as a present. I even have his name painted carefully on it, so we keep that hairbrush hidden except when I tell him to bring it out for my use on his bare bottom.
Although I start the hairbrush swings relatively easy they quickly increase in their severity. I especially like the way Jim clenches his ass in anticipation of the next smack and I insure he cannot always succeed in his anticipation. You know what I mean on Scott and Larry, I'm sure. I continue lecturing and spanking and before long his bare buns are bright red and he's kicking his legs like an Olympic swimmer! That when I begin to give it to him. Jim begs and he's not at all shy about it either, and he makes up all sorts of promises but I refuse to ease-up. He's over my lap for a spanking and that's what he's going to get. I can always tell his faked sobbing and pleading from the real thing. Not difficult as I am sure you know too. And when he's truly crying I always continue the spanking for another couple of nice and hard minutes. Towards the end I'm swinging the brush as hard as I can. I sort of feel bad for Jim but I refuse to let him up until I am absolutely sure he is thoroughly repentant for whatever he did wrong and I want to feel confident it won't be repeated.
What happens next is the main reason why I love spanking Jim so much. I've only gotten up enough never to write this because something you said tell me you did the same with Scott? I tell him to get up and with him sobbing like a baby I pull him into my arms and hold him very tightly. It is an extremely tender moment at that point and totally everything. Total communication. He is completely emotionally naked in my arms and I feel honored to be the guy whom he bares his soul to. We just hold each other and relish in the love and respect we have for one another. Sometimes we stay like this for quite a while. Sometimes I pull him back over and continue his lesson, but most of the time he's so emotionally mine at that point that there isn't any reason to spank him more. I'm sure you understand given those letters with Scott, but I don't remember hears this from others.
After his crying tapers off and he's through apologizing and completely mine, I insist he go back in the corner for anywhere between ten minutes to an hour or so. I know that part of Jim loves being spanked but no part of him enjoys being in the corner especially when his ass is bare and still smarting. Consequently, I sometimes feel as though this is when his true penance is done and his lesson is really learned. I go about my business but do spot checks. Jim knows that if his nose isn't in the corner and his hands aren't at his side (I do not allow any rubbing) I'll use his own belt on him. After all, as I said in the beginning of my letter, this is not play, it is punishment and punishment for the specific reason listed in our ledger book. He knows what he did. He knows what he had coming, and he gets it. Do you do that with Larry or Scott?
Wow. I can't believe how much I've written. I hope I didn't bore you. I guess I've been wanting to tell someone this for years. I never have. To be honest, if we were face to face I'd probably never have the nerve! In all the years we've been into spanking we've never known any others like us. Jim has mentioned that he might like to but I don't want to. At least not yet. I'm afraid that the intimacy we share would be absent in front of other eyes. Besides, I've always been worried about the sort of people we might hook up with. (I hope that doesn't offend any MMSA Stories readers but I'm probably being more honest than I should.) Anyway, discipline and one person in charge has made a very big difference in our relationship and has also kept us more than just _s_e_x_ually exclusive, though we'd like to open up more I'd have to admit if I'm being perfectly honest and with you I want to be.
I'm going to wind up this letter (which is more like a novella) by once again telling you how much I appreciate your stories and the small things I pick up from you that I incorporate into Jim's discipline in our life. I let Jim read your stuff too. Please continue to keep the focus on old- fashioned discipline and not S&M. It makes MMSA Stories a rare treasure. Feel free to publicly post any or all of this letter. Perhaps it will interest other young guys who use corporal punishment in their relationships (or maybe even not-so-young guys!) much as those ones from you serve as a continuing inspiration for us. Any chance you and Scott, or even Larry or Chris are ever in _______? Just asking.
Very sincerely,
Mark.