The lifeguard at the hotel pool could see how much I (my name is Carl, age 36, lawyer for a large national law firm) was enjoying the way I put another lawyer in the firm (Dean, same age, works for the same firm though in another city) in his place. The lifeguard, Skip, asked me to share the story with MMSA Stories readers so here it is.
I had met Dean once before at a firm Christmas party and took an instant dislike to him. You could tell he was taken with his ivy league background, Rob Lowe good looks, and independent wealth. My look is sort of Don Johnson type though not quite as good looking and about 30 pounds heavier. I remember that time I met Carl in his 3-piece expensive suit and smug manner that I wished I could put him in his place.
Well, sometimes one's wishes come true -- and then some. This is a true story and it is the second day of our week-long law firm seminar in Dallas. I came from Chicago, and Dean came (with his girlfriend, Marla) from Houston. We're all staying at The Four Seasons, where the seminar is taking place.
Last night at the firm _c_o_c_k_tail party, Dean gave me the typical brush off that his snobby type does so well. Somehow as he was making the rounds, Marla (his girlfriend) and I got into a flirtateous mode. She seemed to take to my rugged demeanor. The next thing I knew -- after she candidly told me how her relationship with Dean was deteriorating and she just wanted to break it off permanently -- Marla and I were in my hotel room having great _s_e_x_.
Dean was obnoxious when we came back. Since we walked separately into the room where the dinner was taking place, Dean had no clue. He just snapped at her for disappearing from the event for so long.
About 10:30pm last night (an hour after the dinner concluded), Marla and I met in the jacuzzi by the health-club swimming pool -- indoors. A few other couples were there though none from the firm. Although Marla didn't think that Dean would make it down to the pool area (he was doing some paper work in the hotel room), he showed up.
We were all in bathing suits, and Dean decided to sit down between Marla and me. Dean knows I am divorced and didn't really like the idea of Marla and I chatting.
I don't know what came over me. Suddenly, I became the bully that I had been in high school. I said "Dean, there really isn't room for another person in the jacuzzi, and Marla and I are having a nice conversation. Why don't you go back to your hotel room?"
Dean said, "Carl, _f_u_c_k_ yourself, and move out of my way. I don't want you bothering us."
I said "Dean, I'm counting to 10 slowly. That will give you just enough time to go into the locker room. Then when I look up at the clock five minutes from now, I expect you to be out of the pool area altogether."
Dean said, "Carl, you're an idiot. Get lost."
I said, "Dean, this is as good a time as any to set you straight. I'll do in a 10-step instruction for your arrogant legal mind. For the first thing, Marla and I had _s_e_x_ 3 hours ago in my hotel room. Your relationships is over." At that moment, Marla walked away, kind of nodding to Dean and ignoring his protests. She put on a robe and just left the pool area.
Dean started to go after her, and I grabbed his foot. I said "Dean, you apparently didn't take me seriously when I said you had 10 counts to leave. Now I'll set you straight on the other 9 pieces of instruction." Dean got caught off balance and slipped so that he was right next to me on the first step going into the jacuzzi. I pulled him over my knee and slid his boxer swim trunks down to his knees.
"What the hell are you doing, you bastard? Get the hell away from here." Dean said. I called the life guard over -- while I continued to hold Dean over my knee.
"Skip, I'm a heavy tipper and a strong guy. Pull Dean's bathing trunks off completely and put them in the trash. Then take this room key of Dean's -- which he won't be using any more since Marla and I will be using the room for the rest of the week." Dean could not budge given the difference between his strength and mine.
I started the spanking. My large strong hands made quite an impact on Dean's ass. The other people in the pool area -- not to mention the ones using the jacuzzi -- looked on in amazement. This was a first for The Four Seasons. As Dean yelled obsenities and ordered me to stop, I worked my way up to 50 smacks. By this time his ass and his thighs were bright red.
I stopped while continuing to hold Dean in his place. Then I told Skip, the life guard, to get Dean's locker key. "Where is it, sir?" Skip asked Dean.
"None of your business" Dean told him.
"Dean, I think you need to learn a few manners. Skip, get me a ball of rope." Three minutes later I had Dean's wrists tightly tied to the metal railing at the top of the jacuzzi. He was now face down. And another few minutes later his feet were tied together.
"Skip," I said, " please go into Dean's locker and get his wallet, which I want you to hold until further notice. Get his belt, please, and bring it to me. Take the rest of what's in his locker and lock it in a safe place."
"Ye, Yes, sir" Skip said, almost like a robot taking orders. Though Skip was enjoying this, I could see.
"Skip, your tips will be coming out of that wallet," I said after Skip and I examined the contents and found $844 in Dean's wallet.
"And Skip, would you bring that video camera over -- the one you were using to film those kids earlier -- and keep it aimed on little Deanie here at all times."
"Yes, sir," Skip said compliantly.
"Now, Dean, the decisions I've made about your discipline are final so we can make this easy or we can make this hard." Dean was squirming as if he really thought he could get out from the confines of the rope." I cannot believe how much I was enjoying all of this.
"Dean, if you do and say exactly what I tell you, then your whippings will be much fewer in quantity and your other punishments will be less severe. Furthermore, when I ask you a question, you answer it. Do you understand?" Dean just kept squirming. I just took the belt and mercilessly walloped his butt and thighs making sure the buckle -- and my strongest shots -- gave him the right message."
Finally, Dean said "All right."
"Dean," I said, "this entire video will be shown to everyone in the law firm if you decide to try anything other than what I tell you to do. Do you want that to happen?"
Pathetically, Dean said "No."
"No -- what? I think you mean No, sir."
"No sir," he said semi-sarcastically.
"Not smugly, you piece of garbage." Then I gave him 25 more of the hardest beltings I could manage. The black and blue marks from his thigh to his entire butt were obviously videoing nicely. Skip was really getting into this.
I consulted privately for a few moments with Skip, who it turns out is the head life guard and in charge of the whole pool section. Then, I untied Dean and told him to get up and fold his hands on top of his head, spread his legs wide, and stand straight facing Skip and me. The people in the pool area had the view of Dean's black and blue marks. Dean's very hard dick was facing us.
"Come on, Carl. I'm just going to go in and get dressed and leave" Dean said pleadingly.
"Dean," I said and simultaneously rubbed his dick just enough to pump it up a bit, "you will be following Skip's instructions for the rest of the week. I hope Skip doesn't have to report any misbehavior because you're in big trouble already. Now keep your hands on your head and walk into the locker. Then you will go into the room that's marked "Massage." There's nothing in there but a flat massage bed cause the masseur is off this week. Go in and lie on your back with your legs spread. So you understand?"
"Yes, sir" Dean said. He was right where I wanted him. "Skip will give you the instructions that he receives from me. You will be naked for about 95% of the week. When I dress you, you'll be wearing the clothes that Skip gets you from the boys department at one of the Dallas department stores. You will not touch your prick. Skip will keep it hard and will bathe you so there is no relief. Skip will get the blade, shaving cream, and scissors so you can have the appropriate amount of hair that someone who acts the way you act -- like a child -- should have. None, that is. Are you going to argue with Skip and me OR do you want the continuing videotape to stay private?"
"Dean," I said, "if you clean the lockers properly and follow all your instructions, then I will shave you without much of an audience."
When I left Dean he was in the massage room on his back, legs spread and handss tied to the table. I rubbed his dick one last time into an erection so it would be lodged against his abdomen. He said "Carl, come on please, just once, at least jack me off."
"Dean, when you've earned it, I'll do it. Pleasant dreams."
Skip really wanted me to share this story on his computer. He asked if I would continue it tomorrow night after another pleasant day. I figured about 4 times tomorrow that Marla and I can work in a few _s_e_x_ual get-togethers in her (and formerly Dean's) hotel room. How nice that I can rub Dean's dick as I tell him about each of my get-togethers with Marla. Once I have shaved Dean from the neck down, he won't be much of a candidate for _s_e_x_ with anyone. Of course, that won't be on the new schedule I'm setting up for him anyway. I guess he'll follow it -- unless he wants the ongoing video circulated. Unlikely he would want that.
To be continued . . . I'm expected in Room #402.