Note: The following was sent to me by a long-time MMSA Stories reader, the author, with the suggestion I re-write it. Though this is a story of fiction, I am happy to do so as some readers will find it interesting and adoptable. Cal
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"Good to see you again, Bob," Hank said as he shook the other man's hand firmly.
"Hey, I've missed not seeing you around too. You're still looking good. Still working out a lot these days are you?"
"Exercise. It's addictive. Table for two," he said to the waiter and, as they both followed him to the table. "I'm surprised to see you back so soon. I thought you were going to be gone for a while, if not permanently. What happened?"
"I'll tell you. It's been interesting!" The two 35 to 40ish men were seated comfortably and ordered beers.
"Shoot. It's been what a year and a half? I thought the way you spoke about your new position, you were gone forever. How was New York? I got the Christmas cards. What happened?"
"Simple. I didn't like it. The job was great. The Big Apple's my style, but I prefer LA. The climate was the main problem. Those horrible endless days in winter are depressing and generally freezing! Can't see why people live there unless they have to. I'll never complain about the weather out here again."
"Wait until the smoggy weather arrives again. Then there are these dumb blackouts. See what you say when the earth moves again. Anyway, enough of that. Are you still with the same company?"
"Yea, I am. I was lucky in that it wasn't hard getting a transfer back. In fact, I finagled a promotion as well."
"Way to go! Cheers are in order."
"But, so tell me, how are things with
you? How's it going with Jeff? I was glad to hear you two got together
after I broke up with him. I have often thought about the first day
we all met at the yacht club. That's a long time ago now, isn't it?
I suppose it must have been a year before I left.... that's almost
three years! Is he still living with you? Still as blissful as you
hoped?" "Actually,
well, it's not going as well as it could, I guess. Sometimes Jeff's
tops, then at other times he gets real moody. Argues for no reason.
He can be like a teenager. And the hard part is you never when his
moods will hit. Sure, he's apologetic afterwards, but it doesn't really
change anything. To be honest, there are days I wonder about staying
with him. Did you find him moody that way?" "Ah, Jeffrey, sweet
Jeffrey. Yes and no, to speak bluntly. Early on when he first came
to live with me I found him like that too, but then I worked out how
to handle him and maybe you just haven't yet." "No way! I've tried
everything, Hank. I've tried talking to him. Hell, I've shouted and
screamed at him. I've done the silent treatment bit and I've packed
up on one or two occasions and gone to San Diego alone for weekends.
Jeff just becomes real sweet and nice and all, but nothing ever changes.
Sometimes he just seems too immature and hasn't grown up." "Well,
yes and no, but I'm sorry to hear it. You know, Bob, I really like
Jeff. We had good, no, we had great times together. He just wasn't
the right one for me and we both knew it, but I thought when you came
along you were solid for each other. How often do these episodes take
place?" "Maybe about every three or four weeks. Can almost predict
them. Quite often, it's almost like he has a tantrum. Sometimes when
I call him on them, he asks me what I'm going to do about it; but
when I ask him what he means, he usually swears or gets that dumb
look on his strange face and takes off somewhere. I think what infuriates
me most is the way that he'll sulk for a day or two and then come
home with a hang-dog expression and carrying a bottle of wine. I just
wish he wouldn't go through the nonsense in the first place. I don't
want the wine. Beer's better. I just want some dependability in my
life. Anyway, I shouldn't burden you with all this; but, that's it.
I haven't told anyone about this before, but feels good to get it
out anyway. Don't know what I'll do next. This morning he exploded
for nothing and went to work angry. Jeffrey's problem is he has such
a short fuse." "Yea, I know what you mean about his verbal outbursts.
So you haven't tried any alternative ways of handling this?" "Alternative
like what? What do you mean?" "Well, if I know Jeff, I think what
he really needs is a visit to the Doctor." "Bull crap. Visit to
the doctor? What for? Jeff's fine for sure. Recall Jeff's only 26
and in excellent shape. Amazing how many heads he turns when we go
out to the bars now and then." "Come on! What you talking about?
I mean being with a younger attractive man? How hard can it be?" "Hell,
Hank, you're talking to a man who panicked when I turned 35!" "That
I understand too, although I don't think you've got much to worry
about." Actually, stunningly attractive would have been a better
description to fit both of them. The two men had much in common. They
were both around 6 foot tall and athletic. Hank's slightly long hair
was blonde and he dressed the part of the designer he was. Bob's hair
was shorter and jet black. Actually he worked in construction management
though most people who met him didn't believe that. They both always
got noticed whenever they hit the bars, "So tell me," Bob pulled
the conversation back, "what do you mean about Jeff seeing the doctor?" Hank
laughed, probably louder than he should have, but then spoke more
quietly as if he did not want anyone to overhear. "Well, I'm telling
a secret that I shouldn't; but, what the Hell, were friends! I don't
know if you've ever noticed or not, Bob; but, even though Jeff and
I were not at all ideal together, we were very seldom unhappy." "Yea,
OK, you both always looked happy, that I remember. I used to wonder
about that? It is still rare to find a pair like you two were. That's
why I was so amazed when you two broke up." "Yes, a lot of people
said they were, but Jeff was just not for me. However the secret we
lasted as long as we did together was actually very simple. The regular
Doctor's appointments that I gave him." "I haven't a clue what you're
talking about?" "OK, let me explain. A 'Doctor's Appointment' at
our place used to mean a session of old-fashioned discipline. To be
blunt, I used to spank Jeff, frequently and believe me, I slapped
his ass hard." "You're kidding?" "No, not kidding at all. I smacked
his nice bare fanny often and I'm surprised he never mentioned that
to you. It's what he needs. Just take charge and spank him when he
acts up. Jeffrey'll get with it if you do. Maybe you just haven't
heard him asking?" "_d_a_m_n_. I wonder if that's what he has meant
when he screamed 'what are you going to do about it?' several times
when I was furious at him? Now that I think about it, yea, there have
been occasions when we've made up after one of his performances when
he's laid next to me in bed and told me that sometimes he thinks his
behaviour deserves what he called 'traditional treatment.' A couple
of times he even said he would understand it if I pulled him over
my knee." "Really? It said it that bluntly?" "Yea." "... and
what did you do, Bob?" "Hell, I've always told him not to be stupid.
I just thought he was joking." "God, no. No, no, no, not at all.
Jeff accepts your right to take him over your knee and give him a
spanking anytime." "I'm usually still so upset with him when he
says something like that that I haven't been receptive I guess. But
you're telling me you used to spank him?" "Sure, that's exactly
what I'm telling you." "Pull down his jeans and spank him? Bob looked
at Hank is more than just a little disbelief. S&M just wasn't his
thing and he didn't think it was Hank's either! "Of course, it's
best that way. Besides, you have to recognize its what Jeff still
needs. Remember he's younger than you are. Treat him like the boy
he still is. Hell, enjoy him. Pull him down over your knees and spank
the boy for Heaven's sake!" "But you two always looked so happy
together." "Because we were, but believe me my spanking him helped
keep us that way. Jeffrey always knew who was in charge. He never
had any doubt about that. When he became moody or threw one of those
dumb tantrums, he knew for sure I would call him on it and spank him.
Jeff responds well to a good spanking! Believe me, it's good like
that. Really, I'm not joking. There is absolutely no reason why you
shouldn't spank him same as I did." "Strange. I remember that one
night I saw you both at that opera intermission. Jeff looked so good
that night and you were smiling too. Hell, I tried to get him to go
to the opera with me last month and he threw a tantrum; but with you
that night, I remember how he smiled and seemed so happy with you,
never too far away. That was one of the first times I realize I was
attracted to him, if I'm being honest. Jeff looked hot that night.
I can still remember him in those tight gray slacks that fit him so
tightly under a black blazer. It's funny to admit it now, but they
were so tight around his buns that that was what I had first noticed.
I wanted those buns in my bed even back then. But now you're telling
me . . ." "You got it! You have no idea how red and hot his _s_e_x_y
little fanny was under those tight gray slacks I made him wear that
evening." "Your joking me. . ." "Of course not. Look, Jeff didn't
want to go to the Opera with me either, but after I had finished paddling
him that evening when I got home from work and he wasn't dressed yet,
all of a sudden the boy got real Opera interested and decided to come
along after all. Imagine that. No way! Jeff wasn't there because he
liked Opera! He was there because I had put him over my knee and paddled
him and then put him in those slacks to keep him conscious of what
I expected." Bob burst out in laughter. "Too much!" "And, while
I'm at it, Jeff wasn't wearing any boxers under those gray slacks
that night either. He wasn't allowed to, but he sure as Hell was 'wearing'
a very red fanny and knew exactly what I expected of him or else." "But
Jeff was smiling and seemed happy with you." "Sure, of course he
was! Visine does very well at hiding red eyes when he's had a bout
of crying and, anyway, Jeff was well motivated by then to be very
interested and happy too that evening. I like the Opera. Jeff hates
it!" "Meaning?" "That leather briefcase I always carry isn't just
for business. It's also large enough to carry along a small paddle
for Jeff in case he need a reminder of his interest." "A WHAT?"
Bob couldn't help himself. He was more than just smiling. He was laughing. "A
reminder. You'd be surprised how easy it is to get a security guard
to open a private room when you indicate you need a private place
to hold a confidential conversation. I did it several times, so of
course Jeff was being very attentive. Actually it embarrasses Jeff
a lot when I spank him when we're out, but then again, it works very
well and you must always remember his age." "Woooah, have I missed
things or what?" "Seems that way. On that particular night your
refer to Jeff was well aware of that paddle being along just in case
it turned out he wasn't really interested in that opera after all.
It doesn't have to be a particularly large paddle or even a particularly
heavy one. Just one good enough to sting his fine young buns during
intermission and then ask him if he wants more?" "You take down
his slacks?" "Sure. Why not? When the security guard opens a room
for your 'confidential discussion,' you always have the option of
bolting it once the guard leaves you two there alone. Then I hold
our discussion, but Jeff always responds best after he's had a few
slaps across his nice bare fanny anyway. Does him good. Anyway, that
boy's got a great ass that just begs for it, but I know you know that
too." "For sure I agree with you there. Actually I like the idea,
but I never thought of smacking it for him." "That's your mistake
then. You got to remember Jeff's young enough to remember what it
was like as a kid growing up, so I simply found the tried and true
worked best. Besides he's always worried about getting spanked out
somewhere which makes the whole thing even more effective for him.
He was always very embarrassed about someone finding out." "I can
see why." "But that particular night he had some additional motivation
to enjoy the evening as well for I had told him bluntly I would paddle
him again when we got back home if he didn't behave himself. Actually
you'd be amazed at how much of an impression that paddle made on his
ass that particular evening. Beautiful boy, beautiful; but you have
to keep him disciplined." "Jeeze. He seemed so happy with you." "Simply
because he was! Look, you've got to understand if you're going to
have a younger guy. You have to realize they have their own little
needs and moods too. Jeff's buns are for your enjoyment, what the
Hell. Besides you'd be amazed at how his _c_o_c_k_ grows when he's
across your knees for some attention. Treat him like the younger boy
he is. I'm sure it could be even better for you, after all he really
likes being with you. I'm sure he does." "OK, I get your point,
and for sure I'm not disagreeing; but then what's this doctor business
stuff?" "Simple, we used to call it a visit for a doctor's appointment
for him and there were four of them in the clinic -- Doctor Palm,
Doctor Strap, Doctor Hairbrush or Paddle and Doctor Cane or Switch,
each depending on which doctor needed to be called in for his appointment.
I'd make certain Jeff meet all of them when he acted up. A basic doctor's
visit was just a good long spanking and I gave him one regularly over
my knees all the time, but also always before any of the others. Jeff
got appointments frequently. He needed them too. He's a boy, Bob,
he's a boy. Treat him like one and spank him. Enjoy his young ass
and make him perform for you. He's beautiful when you do. As I say,
I did, and I spanked him a lot." "You got a point there and it's
sure fine with me. So that's what he's been after..... and.... you
know, Hank, I think he's been screaming it at me." "Very likely,
but you don't understand the language. It's hard to know what it means,
isn't it?" "Yes, very. I missed it. So you think he wants me to
spank him?" "I don't think, Bob, I know. I'm absolutely positive.
Look, you're an older man. He's younger. He expects you to take charge
of things. When he acts up, spank him. If you do, he'll behave for
you and it will do wonders for your late evening life too, if you
don't mind my saying so." Bob roared. "But Hank, you're forgetting
one very important thing. I've never spanked anyone. The idea of spanking
Jeff appeals to me. He's got beautiful buns I love to feel anyway,
but to watch his buns squirm and turn red, well . . .,, yea, I could
get into that. Bet he's beautiful over the knee too. But tell me how
did you do it?" "Easy, first of all, you have to just take charge
and let him know that his behaviour has been unacceptable and that
he deserves to be spanked. Ask him if there's any reason why he shouldn't
be? He may come up with an excuse or two after he really understands
you mean business, but you'll find there won't be. He will accept
your decision. Tell him he's going to have a visit with the Doctor.
Have you got the things that I've talked about?" "No, I don't think
I've any of them. I've still got a small hairbrush in the bathroom
drawer, I think," he said. "No, that's not good enough. It's got
to be a traditional wooden one, a real firm one that can land directly
across both his buns and make a real impact. It needs to really sting
when you hit him with it." "I'll have to get one then, especially
if you really think it will shape up our relationship." "Follow
my suggestion. It will. He loves you, but you're not meeting his needs.
Get the hairbrush first, the paddle can come later." "OK, but I'm
still not sure how to go about it." "Hell, invite me," Hank said,
"I'll come and do it for you. Want me to show you how it's done?" "Not
a bad idea actually, but how will Jeff handle that?" "I don't know,
Bob, but Hell, it really doesn't matter if you're going to be in charge.
OK, this is what I'd suggest. Let's go back to my private office and
ring him on my office phone? I'll be on the extension without his
knowing it. Tell him you were having lunch with me and that you've
been talking about how things are and that I've suggested he needs
a Doctor's appointment. Say that because you don't know how to do
it, I've said I'll be very glad to come and help you give him one." "He
won't know what to say..." "So be prepared. Remember you take charge.
Ask him if he's got anything on tonight -- you haven't got anything
on have you?" "No, not really." "Good . . . then if he hasn't,
tell him I'm coming by this evening and it's going to happen then.
Set a firm time and tell him to be there. Tell him it's long overdue
and ask him if he has any objection to my doing it in front of you,
in the way that I always have? And you can tell him that I'll be bringing
along the four doctors with me. He'll know what you mean." "I don't
know that I can pull it all off." "Oh course you can, Bob. Come
on, let's just go back to my office. No one's there right now so you
can pick up the phone and do it. Do you want to do it?" "Yea, it's
a good idea. I'm going to enjoy seeing his buns wiggle and get nice
and hot while he's spanked. To be honest, even the thought of seeing
Jeff spanked turns me on. It makes sense. Let's spank the hell out
of the kid and if it makes the relationship, great, but then if it
breaks it, Oh well, to hell with it. I'd like to watch Jeff get spanked." "Well,
that's part of it for a lot of men. Added attraction older men have
with younger men after all. We have to put up with a lot of guff from
them, but in the end we always enjoy turning them over and spanking
them and then taking them to bed for it." Both of them laughed out
loud. "OK, Let's go on back to my office pick up the phone, call
him, and see what happens." "Let's go." And a few minutes later
in the privacy of his 32nd floor Office, Bob did phone Jeff at his
Office with Hank listening in on the extension line. "Hey, Jeff...."
Bob said as the phone answered. "Hi, Bob. How goes your day?" "Great." "So
what's happening?" "Quite a bit actually. I've just had lunch with
your old friend, Hank." "You mean Hank's back from New York?" "Yea." "How
long's he been back?" "Several weeks now." "Why didn't you tell
me?" "Well, Pal, I tried to, but you've been in such a bad mood
it's been impossible to talk to you." "Oh that. Sorry. I know I
get pretty unbearable sometimes, but you never do anything about it
either." "Perhaps it's time I did." "Huh? What? What did you say?" "I
said I think it's time I did do something about it." "Like what?
What are you talking about?" "Simple. I have been talking to Hank
about it and he's been telling me what you need is a Doctor's appointment."
There was a gulp on the other end of the phone, followed by total
silence. "Did you hear what I said? Jeff? Did you?" He listened
to his whispered reply "Yea. God, so Hank's been talking to you about
that and telling you things?" "Jeff, these moods of yours have to
stop. And this morning when you barged out of the house was it. I've
had it. Yes, I've talked with Hank about it and your behavior in detail.
And he tells me that he thinks it's long overdue you had a doctor's
appointment. What do you think?" "OH, Jeeze, I mean, you've been
taking to him? You told him about me? Personal and all? Everything?" "Jeff!
Are you listening to me?" Bob said as firmly as he could, but his
exasperation came through clearly to Jeff this time. "Ok, honey,
OK, I'm listening to you, but yes, OK, I know one's overdue, OK, I'll
say it, 'a doctor's appointment is overdue.' You've always let me
get away with too much, sure I know, but you are the one who decides
things like that, like, uh, what I need and don't need. If you think
I need a doctor's appointment, then I need one from you for sure." "He's
told me that he sees no reason why he shouldn't come round tonight." "Jeeze,
tonight? Ah, I mean tonight? So soon? Ah . . . did you say 'he'? He's
gonna give me a doctor's appointment tonight? Not you??? Hank? Hank's
gonna give it to me? Bob!" "That's right. I've asked him to." "Ah,
are you going to be there too, I mean I live with you?" "Of course,
I want to be there to watch how he gives you your doctor's appointment.
I want to see you get it." "Oh, Jeeze, BOB. Hank's gonna give it
to me and you're going to watch me get it? ARRRRRRRH. Please, Honey!
That's too much, I mean like what ever happened to privacy. Come on,
Honey . . .." "Cut the honey bit. I've already asked Hank to give
you one and, by the way, I've ask him to bring all four Doctors along
too as you're LONG overdue for this one." "H O N E Y !!! Ah, Jeeze,
ALL of them? Tonight? I mean jeeese." "Yes. You know what he means,
don't you?" "Ah . . . Yes, sure." Jeff became very quiet now. Bob
took a deep breath and then quickly said firmly, "Look, you really
need a good spanking, don't you Jeff, for the way you've been going
on and especially after that little incident this morning. I know
that now, and besides, you haven't had one since I met you. It's been
my fault to overlook this and I'm sorry for that, but after tonight
you can be sure I am going to start making doctor's appointments for
you myself and they are going to be regular. The fact of the matter
is, after talking with Hank, I've decided you will get a good long
appointment tonight from all four doctors. I'm sure they will help
you a lot this time. Well, Jeff?" "Ah, Bob!!!, I mean all of a sudden
you come up with this, but yes, of course it's really up to you and
if you say I do then I do." Jeff became very quiet again. "Do you
agree that it should take place this evening?" "Ah, do I have a
choice? OK, yes, you decide and I'll keep whatever appointment you
set, but I suppose so. No, actually I know so and OK, I agree with
your decision I need one tonight. But, ah, can I talk to him first?"
he said. "He's on the extension line listening right now." "Ah,
Jeeze, Hank heard us talking all this time! BOB!!!!" "Hello, Jeff,
yes, I've been listening to your conversation. You've been up to your
old tricks again I hear. Well, I'll be around with the Doctors tonight
and when you've renewed your acquaintance with them and after you've
recovered, we'll talk about old times. I think that's now appropriate,
but first it sounds like you desperately need some basic attention." "Jeeze,
OK, OK, OK, but it's not like I have any say in any of this but OK,
OK fine, yes, Sir." "That's right, Jeff, you have no say in this.
Make sure you're ready for it. From now on Bob will make these decisions
for you. See you later, Jeffrey. Don't be late." "Alright then,
Jeff, it's decided." Bob jumped back into the conversation. "You WILL
come straight home after work, six o'clock? Is that clear, Jeffrey?" "Yes,
Bob. I'll be there." "Good, I'll see you then. Be sure you're home
on time. Bye babe." "Later, bye." Jeff sounded exhausted from the
conversation, but he knew he would have to go through with it. Things
had changed quickly. Jeff hung up the receiver and just stared at
it. Bob was going to start scheduling doctor's appointments for him
whether he liked it or not! _d_a_m_n_ it. Spankings were going to
become part of his life again! _d_a_m_n_ IT! Bob, on the other hand,
also put down the phone and looked at it. "Way to go!" was all Bob
said as he looked at that phone and then up and over at Hank at the
next line. Bob looked exhausted too! Hank was simply smiling. "You
did fine. You remembered everything I told you to say. You were firm
and clear and that is exactly how you have to be with a boy Jeff's
age, believe me. Keep your determination and you'll be surprised how
much he can improve and quickly. "Actually, can't wait," Bob said
"It's going to be a very interesting evening. I'm glad you put me
on to this one, very glad. Come round and have a beer first?" "Love
to. I'll get there about five if that's OK with you?" "Yes. I'll
leave work early. We'll talk more first." "OK." - - - - - - -
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- - - - - - - - - - - - Bob had trouble working for the rest of
the afternoon. Visions of Jeff over Hanks knees and being spanked
on his naked ass like that were appealing. Jeff had always been demanding
with him. It was going to be interesting to watch Jeff when he ass
was spanked for arrogance. Nothing would be more fitting that to watch
Jeff turned to tears and then watch Jeff turn to him for comforting!
The little guy needed put into his place and Bob was looking forward
to watching it happen. Hank had trouble keeping his mind on his
own work for the rest of that afternoon too. He remembered all too
well how pleasurable it had been for him spanking Jeff when they both
lived together. Jeff had always been so much nicer and compliant after
Hank had taken the hairbrush to him. It had been a long while since
he had last had that pleasure. For sure he was looking forward to
stripping Jeff and bring him back to tears over his knees again. It
WAS going to be a good evening for Hank. Jeff, however, only felt
dread in what he knew was about to happen. Hank had always spanked
him hard. He knew he would try his best to bolt his lips and take
it, but he also knew it was unlikely he would succeed. Being punished
over Hank's lap was not something he was really looking forward to.
Yet, in some ways he could not begin to explain to himself, he knew
he was going to be glad to face Hank once again no matter. Ultimately
the afternoon was finally over when Hank drove up to Bob's place almost
exactly at five. The two friends relaxed over a beer, even shared
some old stories, while they waited for Jeff to arrive.
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