Letter #12 "A Change in my Life."
Dear Cal,
Just to say I like the stories on Scott. I am not just your average young gay guy, I have been with one boyfriend for three years. I am in my very early twenties and a few days ago, I officially joined the ranks of boys who get spankings from their boyfriends.
Now who ever said you can't learn something new, I guess they just didn't know Tony and me. Well, to be perfectly honest with you, I am no stranger to the leather strap. It has been and was used on me early on when I came out very young in San Francisco in the Leather scene. I could attract anyone I wanted, but I was careful. However it was done more in the play acting realm rather than in the serious discipline mode which is what I really wanted back then even.
About mid-April I was surfing the web looking through the all the spanking junk that's out there, and most of it is junk, when I came across MMSA Stories and your stories and I thought to myself, " Hey this is real.. but it makes sense." Tony read it and we discussed it. I was excited as all get out, as dumb as that sounds, almost like some little kid. Tony made me read some of your things over and over again and then we read the ones between you and Scott. "This is serious stuff", said Tony,. "If we start this then we both have to be serious and committed, we can't just begin this today and then say tomorrow, ' oh, gee I changed my mind.' " You think this over real good," he told me," and if by the end of the week you still want to do it then we will begin."
During that week, I thought about it a lot and it was the hottest week of my life. I also took stock of myself. I looked at all the projects I have started and most of them still left half done, and all my bad habits, spending money wastefully, and smoking cigarettes. In addition, being lazy and whining all the time. Tony gets up every morning and gets things done while I lay in bed till the last minute and this has gone on all my life since I can remember. Yes, I was ready to make a commitment for some discipline. We sat down together and discussed it one more time and made our commitment to one another. I began by working really hard at changing my habits and paying more attention to Tony's needs and some less to mine. Tony gave me tasks-- One, I had to make and design an assortment of spanking implements and tools for him to use on me. Two, I had to help him to paint and finish some projects, some of them things I had been putting off doing for too long. Three, I had to enroll in Junior College.
The next week I put in for a couple days vacation at my going-no-where job. Meanwhile, I began working on Tony's spanking implements. First, I cut a nice thick cowhide strap about two and a half inches wide and twenty-one inches long complete with wood handle and split the leather at the end like thaws. Next, I took a one-inch thick hard-wood board and cut a reasonable facsimile of a hairbrush. Then, I took an inch-wide hard wood slat and made another paddle that resembles a standard ruler. Next, I began combing the craft stores looking for rattan or something close to it. I found some round reed basket weave and managed to fashion him a couple of nice slender cane like things. I also made him a paddle similar to a fraternity paddle. All the tools were now complete. The main projects were also finished and Tony decided that I would get my first real spanking from him (as he put it) on last Sunday.
All week long , I had waited anxiously and nervously for that day to arrive. I was really curious as to what a real spanking would feel like. I had never had a real spanking in my life. Even as a kid my folks never really spanked me hard. My Dad always threatened but never followed through. Unlike my Dad, Tony is a doer not a talker and I was soon to find out first hand just what a spanking was. About one o'clock in the afternoon, Tony told me to take a shower and meet him in the living room for, as he put it, it was time. Later, after the spanking, Tony said you should have seen the look on my face, he said it was all he could do not to laugh, but he said he couldn't because this had to be serious business. I guess I didn't think he would really do it but I was wrong.
Tony sat in a chair and told me to get over his knees and then he placed his hand on my back and.... whack. My god, I had no idea that hairbrush would hurt like that. Four times he whacked my bottom and then he paused. It hurt and stung like heck and then it burned. I thought, well four at a time like this I can take it, and then whack, only this time it didn't stop at four, so hard and fast I lost count. Another pause and then he let me have it again. I started to get tears in my eyes. Next, he used the ruler on me and he really tanned me good. Then he used the switch and it stung but nothing like the ruler and paddle, they didn't just sting they hurt. After my bottom was quite red and very sore and much loud promise and apology on my end he let me up for a break. He made me take my chair and I had to sit in the corner for ten minutes while he took a break. He sat right there and watched me, I wasn't allowed to rub my bottom nor look back or speak. I had to sit there politely with my hands folded, eyes to the wall. Here I was now a junior college student and I felt utterly ridiculous sitting in the corner with my behind sore and red as heck like some snot nosed twelve-year-old. God, I felt stupid, I have to admit Tony was good. Ten minutes was up and Tony rapped on a stupid bell, you know it's one of those little bells like you see on counters. Ding. I got up and walked over to the couch. Tony had the strap in his hand, he gestured and I positioned my ass over the couch. "Twenty", he announced and I winced, my behind was so sore.. I never felt anything that could sting and hurt at the same time like that terrible strap.
It two days later now and my ass is still pink, but I feel like a million dollars and I am really happy! A bit more docile today I think but still pretty much outgoing, and I have a lot better attitude for sure.
Thank you again
Jerry