Dave and I had been room mates for a little over 6 months. We were good friends, but not lovers, just never happened. I don't really know why. He was a beautiful light skinned black guy, 24 years old, a year older than I was. He knew I like to spank guys, and even submitted to a light birthday spanking when he turned 24, but he really wasn't much into it. We got along really well, enjoyed each others friends, and had lots of mutual friends. Because we both worked good jobs (He was the front desk manager at a downtown hotel, and I was an Emergency Room nurse) we had a really nice apartment, and frequently had friends in for dinner or parties.
One afternoon, while we were watching a football game on the tube, Dave suddenly became rigid, slid off the sofa, and went into a classic gran mal seizure. I did all the normal things, protected his airway as best I could, prevented injury, and when it was over, called 911. The paramedics arrived, and were getting ready to transport him to my ER, when he started to come around. He managed to say that he didn't want to go to the hospital, that he was OK, just needed to rest. He told the paramedic in charge that he had simply forgotten his meds and that he'd be fine in a few hours. Since they knew me, and knew David would be in good hands, the paramedics agreed, and left.
I helped him into his room, got him undressed, and put him under the covers of his bed. I checked on him several times during the afternoon, and found him sleeping. Around 7:00, he came into the living room, smiling sheepishly. "I'm sorry about that", he said. "I'm usually pretty good about taking my meds, but I just forgot this morning."
"I didn't even know you had seizures," I replied. "You never told me." I was kind of hurt that he had held back that information. "I thought we were pretty open about everything."
"I know, I know." He looked embareassed. "I just don't say a lot about it. As long as I take my meds, it's no big deal. But if I don't take them by around noon, then I'm pretty sure to have a seizure sometime during the day. I told the last guy I roomed with, but he got all weird, and watched me all the time, like I was some freak. It's one of the reasons I moved out."
I nodded. "I understand that, David, but you could've told me...it's not like I've never dealt with someone with epilepsy before." I turned to look at him, "But, what I don't understand is how you could ever forget your meds if you know that this is what happens. Man, I'd never, ever not take my pills, no matter what."
He looked up, kind of defensive, "It's not all that easy, Mike. I mean, I haven't had a seizure in 5 years. I take me meds every day, and it just becomes a routine, not something I think about. So today, I slept late, and didn't take 'em. It just happened."
"I don't care how routine it becomes, Dave. If I knew that I go through what I saw you go through, I'd never, ever miss a dose. It's just that simple."
"Mike," he said, "you're talking from ignorance. You don't know how you'd do if you were in the same circumstance."
"I _d_a_m_n_ed sure wouldn't forget to take a couple of pills if it meant not going through that, David. I'm positive of that, beyond any doubt."
He grew quiet for minute. I thought he was pissed off at me. Then his face brightned. "Are you willing to back up your mouth, Mike?"
"What do you mean?"
"Simple. I've got a plan for you to see exactly, or close anyway, how well you'd do remembering to take a 'couple of pills' to avoid an unpleasant consequense. The question is, are you willing to back up your mouth?"
I didn't know what he had in mind, but I was positive about how I felt. "You bet your ass I am!"
He grinned. "Actually, you're betting YOUR ass. Here's the deal: For the next 3 months, you have to take a daily vitamin. Doesn't matter which one, just as long as you remember to take it every day, without fail. If, by noon of any day, you haven't taken it, then sometime that day, at a time of MY choosing, you get your bare ass beat."
I looked at him, astonished. "I didn't think you were into that kind of thing, Dave."
"I'm not really all that into it, but I know how much you like to spank guys, so I'm betting you really don't like to get spanked, right?"
Actually, he was right. At this point, I was in a macho phase where I got into spanking, but the thought of getting spanked was not at all appealling. But, I had the courage of my convictions. "OK, deal!" I said, and we shook hands, like high school kids.
I started taking my One-A-Day religiously. We kidded about it for a few days, but then it just became the routine. I didn't think much about it, just took the bright red pill every morning.
About three weeks later, Dave and I were watching TV after a pretty hard day at work. Dave turned to me and simply said, "Strip."
"What did you say?" I asked, thinking I had heard wrong.
"I said 'Strip'. You didn't take your vitamin this morning, and now you get your ass beat, just like we said." He was matter of fact about it, but I could tell he had been thinking about it for a while.
It dawned on me that I had ran out of the pills the previous morning, and hadn't brought home a new bottle like I had planned. He was right, I hadn't taken the pill. I started to laugh, "Well, I guess you're right, Dave, it does become routine. I won't give you such a hard time about it anymore." And I turned back to the TV.
He picked up the remote, and switched off the set. "Strip."
"You're really going to do this?" I couldn't believe he'd go through with it, until I look at the determined look on his face.
"You bet I am. You made the deal, and you're sticking to it. I'm going to blister you bare ass, and I think I'm actually going to enjoy it. And, since this is the third time I've told you to strip, I think I'll use that hairbrush you were telling me about instead of my hand. Now, are you going to abide by our agreement, or back out like a spineless big mouth?"
"Hey, no need to get nasty, Dave. I gave my word, and I'll stick to it." I couldn't believe this was happening, but when I give my word, I stick to it. I stood, pulled my T shirt over my head, kicked my shoes off, and slid my sweat pants down and stepped out of them. I was't wearing underwear, so I stood before my room mate naked except for my socks.
"Go get the hair brush."
I walked, naked, into my room, and opened the black leather bag that held my 'toys'. I fished around, and brought out the maple hairbrush. I remembered the reaction that this had brought from a number of guys who ended up over my knee, and the red splotches that appeared on their bare butts. Now, I was going to get a first hand lesson in how it felt.
I returned to the living room, where David had placed a wooden kitchen chair. He sat in the chair, put his hand out for the brush, and motioned for me to take my place over his knee. I was mortified, but took my position. He adjusted me so that my ass was just where he wanted it, and went to work with that awful brush. There was no warning, no build up, just whack after whack of that maple against my bare skin. At first, it was like a sting of a bee, but after just a few whacks, my whole ass was burning. He peppered every inch of my butt, and it wasn't long before I was begging him to stop. I tried to cover my sorry butt with my hand, but he just grabbed my wrist, pulled it across my back, and kept spanking me. Finally, I could no longer hold back, and I started to cry like a little boy. He kept spanking me a little longer, then, mercifully, stopped. I sniffled like a boy, and stood up off of his lap, rubbing my burning ass cheeks.
"Man, you really know how to hurt a guy," I said, trying to get back to the 'macho' persona.
"I paid attention when you told me how you spank the guys you 'play' with. Next time, it'll be a lot worse." He grinned.
"Believe me, there isn't going to be a next time. I learned my lesson, I won't give you any more grief about your pills."
"Yeah," he said, "But we said 3 months, Mike. And I bet YOUR ASS that you'll forget again!"
To be continued.