This is a real bummer having to write these stories. Why? Simple! I screwed up big time. My butt was white and untouched for six months. And then it happened. I got caught!
For those of you who don't have a clue as to my stories or me. Go to the "AUTHOR Index" and bring up my handle "Brent". Read those eight stories first. This story and the next two will make more sense.
Getting ready to head out to college in early January was not fun. All Mom did was cry. "My baby is leaving home". _d_a_m_n_ that got old. The final stop for college supplies was interesting.
Jason and I went to the lumberyard! He bought a bunch of stuff and hauled it into his garage. Over the next couple of hours a piece of plywood and some other boards got transformed into something I didn't know I would need. He did. He built a platform bed so that I would have more space in my college room. My desk and stuff would slide under the raised five-foot platform. He had built these for his sons' college rooms. It was put together with bolts, so I could take it apart and haul it back after school. We took it apart, ready for Steve's pick up bed.
The trip up was grim. One cold day. I insisted on being Mr. Macho. I rode my motorcycle up to college. Not good. Plus, for my safety, I had to drive between Steve's pick up and Jason's car. Getting my stuff into the room was mass confusion. Never saw so many short-tempered parents in my life. I think every parent was pissed at his or her kid. Not Jason. He just grinned at me and winked. "Been there, done that", was all he said.
The great part about my first semester was I didn't get one spanking. NOT ONE! Couldn't believe it. I met all my goals in course work, and kept up my work at the library as well. Part of Jason's friend Ron's scholarship for me, was working so many hours during the semester.
Did do one thing, actually three that got me into trouble. And that is why I am having to write these three stories. I secretly violated a promise to Jason and got caught.
The first week at school was a blur. First time away from home, etc. In a trip to the student union, I got called over to a table by a great looking chic. She wanted me to enroll for a MasterCard. Next table had a Visa chic. And another had a Discover doll. Inside of fifteen minutes I had three credit cards on the way.
I had just violated one of the things that Jason and I agreed I would not do. His sons all got into deep _s_h_i_t_ doing the same thing. His sons weren't raised in poverty like I was. I could see buying Mom her first nice birthday and Mother's Day presents. And I did.
Bad thing was it didn't stop with my Mom. Soon I was over $3,000- in debt. I partied. I lived. I had fun. For the first time in my life. But then the phone calls started in April and May. "Mr. Baker your account is past due." No _s_h_i_t_! The money Jason gave me for meeting my goals was not supposed to go to credit card payments. It didn't cover the minimums by a long shot. I was screwed and tattooed. What I didn't imagine was that my butt was going to be the tattoo surface.
To get caught up for missing the fall semester, the plan was for me to got to summer school for my freshman, sophomore and junior years. As it turned out, it would also allow me to get a part-time job to pay on my credit cards this past summer. I though it was a good plan. But I got ratted out. By of all things, my phone's answering machine.
Jason had this nasty habit of surprising me. This way I couldn't prepare for his visits. All of sudden he would pop into the library, or bang on my door. Since I was doing so well, his visits were great.
Though in May he asked me if something was bothering me. I wanted to tell him that I screwed up. But with the summer job starting next month I thought I was safe.
Then he surprised me in June. Third week of summer school. Just as I open the dorm building doors, my ass goes airborne because of strong upward swat. Aside from wanting to kill him because of the embarrassment I was glad to see Jason. Summer school sucked.
The dorm was half full. I didn't even have a roommate. Working to pay on the credit cards was a real drag. I met a girl at my credit card job. She was my only good thing so far.
Jason looked at me and said, "Boy there is a face that needs to me entertained. Where do you want to go to eat?"
I had to shower and get cleaned up, so we went up to the room. He got on the Internet to check his emails. I headed for the shower. When I got back from the shower, wearing only my towel and shower sandals, Jason was sitting on the bed with the Thesis Paddle in his hand. His face was stone cold pissed. I knew I was in for it. But why?
"Play your messages Brent", was all he said.
Two messages were on the machine. One that came in while I was out, the second while I was in the shower. They were from MasterCard and Visa. I was caught.
I turned and faced him. He pointed to his lap. Over I went. Towel ripped off.
CRACK!
CRACK!
My butt exploded in pain. Hell why not. I could feel his body move as he busted my bare butt hard.
Then he stood me up, towel on the floor, me rubbing my butt furiously.
"Brent. I don't spank when I am pissed. And right now I am pissed. And I have good reasons to be. Don't I young man."
Oh _s_h_i_t_. When he says "young man", my butt is toast. I nodded my head "Yes".
"Then you also know that when I am pissed, I don't spank. We are still going to dinner. And we are going to discuss this mess you are in, and try to come up with a solution that your butt can stand to pay for. Bring the paddle."
That was not good news. Not at all. So I stuck it in my backpack and left with him.
We went to dinner and I told him about why I wanted the credit cards and the short burst of freedom they gave me. He did understand my desire to live like I had never lived before. But living like that has a price. As I was soon to find out.
"Has this job to pay off your credit cards hurt your studies?"
What could I say? It was and I nodded my head "yes".
"Cut back on your hours and return to why you are here. To get a degree. Do I make myself clear?"
I nodded "Yes" again and started to ask the obvious, when he answered my question. Sorta.
"What is your total amount of payments on Visa & MasterCard that you are past due?"
"215.00"
"Total?"
"Yes, I have already paid down just over $300-."
"OK, here is what I propose. I would suggest you take it, because if I have to spank you for not meeting your school goals, it could even be worse. You are going to get paddled at the rate of $5.00 per swat. Half on your briefs, half on your bare. How many swats do you have coming tonight?"
Tonight. I was going to get it tonight. Oh man!
"43 swats."
"OK. Let's simplify it. You are going to get 50 swats. This way it will pay more than your minimum balance. You get paddled tonight, and I will pay the credit cards tonight on line, from your room's computer. Agreed?"
I was beginning to have a major worry. Would Jason spank me in my dorm room? This was going to hurt and I was going to putting up a hell of vocal show for my dorm to hear.
"One of my salesman has told me to use his house whenever he is out of town, and I am in town visiting you if I need to stay over. So we will go to his house so that you can holler all you want. Ready?"
Not really, but I didn't have much of a choice. A 50 swat paddling with my Thesis Paddle. This could be the worst one yet from Jason. I nodded "yes" and we left the restaurant. We rode in silence, until we reached his salesman's house.
Jason turned to me and put his hand on my thigh. "In a few minutes your butt is going to get one hell of a paddling son. I just want you to know that as I am giving it to you, my intent will be to make it _d_a_m_n_ed difficult for you to sit comfortably for the next couple of days. Still want me to pay your credit card bills?"
I nodded my head "Yes" and we got out of the car. His salesman left the key under the doormat. Boy was that original. Once inside I got motioned towards a door that led downstairs. Oh goodie, I was being taken to the basement for my paddling. NOT!
The basement wasn't finished, and that gave me the creeps as I was told to strip to my briefs. By the time I got down to my white Jockeys, the cold floor got my attention of my feet. Then I got the order that I dreaded the most.
"Bring me the paddle Brent."
I pulled it out the backpack and handed it to Jason. He then hauled me onto his lap in a sitting position looking at the paddle and back to face.
He stroked my hair and kissed me gently on my forehead.
"This is going to hurt son. Let's get it over with."
I started to have tears in my eyes as I draped myself over his lap. My cotton covered butt stuck up over his right thigh. He tapped the paddled against the crotch mark of my briefs.
"Ready?"
I nodded my head "yes". I wished I hadn't.
"CRACK" I could feel his body move. My butt was in for it.
"CRACK" I couldn't help it. I screamed. The thick paddle just hurt too much.
Slowly Jason covered every inch of the lower half of my briefs. I lost count; I was screaming and bawling so much. He was not swinging hard any more, but those first two swats set the pain level and the follow up swats just kept up the original pain. I bucked, twisted, heaved. You name I did it, trying to shake the pain.
Finally the first 50 were done and I felt my briefs being pulled down. Now I was in for it but good. As usual, Jason surprised me. AND HOW!
Once my briefs were around my knees. He tapped the paddle on my thighs. OH NO!
"CRACK" Right at the junction of my butt and thighs. My "sit spot"
"CRACK" Sit spot again, worse pain.
I started begging my bawling. He wasn't swinging hard. But where he hit is so tender. My kicking legs sent my white Jockeys flying across the room. Plus, for the next week I was going to feel this spanking. _f_u_c_k_ YOU MASTERCARD AND VISA!
On and on it went. All the swats landed on the lowest edge of my buns, sit spot junction and upper thighs. I just gave up squirming and took it, along with my tears.
I heard the paddle drop on the floor and I knew it was over. For this month. At least next month I wouldn't be past due to the tune of a couple hundred dollars.
Jason began to massage some cream into my buns and thighs. It felt different, but more soothing as he slowly worked it into my scorched skin. I was so exhausted I wanted to fall asleep right there. Draped over his lap with a inferno colored backside.
When I finally stopped my sniffles and tears he stood me up and asked the question that I would give anything later to take back my answer.
"Is this the only credit card problem we have son."
I nodded my head "yes". A split second later I wanted to take my answer back, but my butt screamed "no". My butt was wrong.
We drove back to my dorm room and Jason went on line and paid my credit card payments.
Jason had me lay down on the platform bed. He pulled down my pants and briefs to check the damage. Out came more ointment and he started to massage the cream into my buns and thighs. I did fall asleep with his gentle handiwork. Man does he have great hands!
When I woke up the next morning, my pants and shoes were off, and my briefs tugged back up. The sheets covered me. Jason was gone.
But I had lied to Jason. I didn't tell him about the Discover card. It was big mistake. I never meant to lie to Jason. But I did. Never again!