Dear Derek,
Glad to hear from you last week. Since I had no time, so I could not reply at once. I feel so sorry about that.
Now let me begin with my story. It¡¯s quite nice. I hope that you¡¯ll enjoy it. It¡¯s my true experience. So I hope you can have the patience to read it through.
As I have told you, I met a new elder brother through the net. He sent a photo to me by means of net. He looks very handsome, with the body of a sportsman. He is also a university student, two years senior to me. He majors in psychology. To play the game in China, a public place is usually found at first to make sure of safety. Though we had agreed at first that I would play the spanked boy while he would play the spanker. He offered to meet somewhere, either in a caf¨¦ or in a teahouse, above all, there should be a public and safe place for us to meet and chat.
Then the day when we met came. Now that we could find no other place than my dorm, we agreed to meet at gate of my school. It was Saturday and few students were at school. I forgot to tell you that I studied in the newly-- built Shanghai University City, which is in countryside, far away from down town area. So during weekends, most students go home except a small number of students from outside of Shanghai. We live in flats, so it is safe to play such a game in my room.
I came to the place we had appointed first as I knew the traffic more than him. I waited at the school gate, which is just opposite to the bus stop. I waited a long time. I think it necessary for me to wait because I could think the rules of the game over. What was more important was that I could guess more of his details. Though I had seen his photo, but it was illegible and I could not tell what he really was like. I thought that the more I waited, the more exciting I got. His first image to me was that he was strong. He told me that he was 1.88 meters tall. So I thought that it was easy to recognize him.
Suddenly I saw a group of people coming out of a bus. There was a guy about that height got off. I could not imagine. He was so ugly and seemed to be a monster. (His appearance reminded me of Frankenstein) And he also looked very rude. I couldn¡¯t imagine that I could play such a game with him. What would happen if he spanked me? The only result is that I would be disabled or even dead. But I couldn¡¯t escape as he also noticed that I was staring at him. It was lucky that I saw his school badge and made sure it was not him. You can imagine how scared I was at that time. At last he came, with an umbrella in his hand. He came straight to me, asking :¡¯ Are you Edward?¡¯ I stared at him. Now I saw him clearly. He was not very handsome, but really strong, so tall, with strong muscles. He was quite like the elder brother I have told you who gives me regular spanking. But the guy in front of me has another has a feature. His skin is very white, and also smooth..
Then we began to chat.(While we were walking around the campus) As I¡¯ve told you, he majors in psychology, so he discussed why young guys like us have the hobby of spanking and being spanked. If you don't mind, I'll retell what he has told me.
He discussed it with me for the whole morning. He kept asking me. From myself, I got to know the reason. He said most guys who enjoy spanking come from families of Middle Class of the society, where parents are well educated and busy with their work, they seldom spank or punish their children. Guys who receive regular spankings from their dads mostly hate the punishment. So those who never receive a spanking hunger for a real spanking the most. That is quite true to me.
I enjoy spanking mainly for two reasons.
Firstly, I have been a good boy throughout my life. I always listen to my parents, teachers and do what they require. I¡¯m such an A student that I not only get good marks at school but also play an important role in school. In junior school and high school, I was vice chairman of the Students¡¯ Union as well as president of the CULTURE, ART and ENTERTAINMENT DEPARTMENT. I not only do well in exams, but also organize my work successfully. So everyone around me seem to have faith in me. I always pretend to be a student of strong abilities, ordering him or she to do this and to do that. But in my heart, I really want a person who can be in charge of me. I¡¯m a weak man in heart. But I have to be realistic. In real life, I cannot let others to know what I hope. In order to be mastered, I began to love being spanked. Then I found my first elder brother to discipline me. So you can understand why I cannot balance the real life and spanking game. I hope someone could be of criticism. He always finds my fault and give me pain together with embarrass. You are lucky, you have your step father to spank you in your real life. How I wished a real bare ass spanking in my real life! In psychology, he said, it is what you lack in your real life that you hope for the most.
Secondly, though I¡¯m a good boy in many aspects, I¡¯m poor in health. Oh, that is to say I¡¯m a healthy man without disease but have not a strong body. I¡¯m too thin, 1.78meter and 53kilograms. I don¡¯t like to see my own body in the mirror. But I enjoy staring at others in bathroom or locker rooms, especially handsome boys with strong body. I hate _s_e_x_, when I see someone¡¯s dick, my own one will stick up. I feel guilty of that. So I turn to strong, white and _s_e_x_y buns. At first I enjoyed watching white cheeks. But one day, I saw a scene in a Spanish movie, in which a white bun is turned into red. It seemed exciting to me. Almost the same day, I went to the public bathroom of school. The team leader of our school football team happened to be there, naked, back to me. He turned on the wrong tap and boiling water fell, exactly on his white cheeks. He screamed out and began to rub his two masses of tight meat. The butt was even nice when it turned red. I began to love red cheeks after that.
I didn¡¯t realize the above two reasons of why I enjoy watching other guys spanked and also I myself spanked until his talk with me. He asked me a lot of questions and helped me to get to the conclusion. All were in the method of psychology.
He and I finished lunch and went to my dorm. It was very quite there and nobody was there. (I live on the fourth floor. I couldn¡¯t make sure that there was nobody in the whole building. But I could make sure that there was nobody in the six flats of the fourth floor.)
We closed the door of my room. Then we sat down to chat again. He suggested playing the game. But I was quite shy because I had never been spanked by anyone else but my ¡®elder brother¡¯. Oh, I forgot to tell you, the big brother in this story is called Narcissus. He called himself Narcissus and told me the reason. He said he was tall, 1.88m and his skin is white. He thought he was good looking but a little molly. He always watches his nude, white body in the mirror, touching the smooth skin of his tight ass. You know, Narcissus is a very beautiful flower. I grow it every winter because it was so nice and need no care but only some water. So I know the flower well. Mozart had a famous opera, the Wedding of Figgarllor(?). In it, there is a famous piece, in which Narcissus is mentioned. Narcissus is not only the name of a kind of flower, but also the emblem of nice looking guys. In a Greek fairy story, Narcissus was a god, looked so beautiful. He always watched himself in the river when he was taking a bath. He kept bathing and watching himself from the water and became a flower at last. So now you can understand why such a molly called himself Narcissus.
In order to make me relief from nervous, we talked for another hour. It was half past one then. It was I who kept asking psychological questions that wanted to delay time. As I had told you, He was like a molly, behaving mildly, not like a gentleman but a lady. At last he got tired of answering my questions and asked: ¡®When shall the game begin?¡¯ It was twenty to two p. m. then. I said: ¡®At once.¡¯
Part of the reason was that he majored in psychology and part of the reason was that he was a molly. He wanted the game to be played in a way I had never done. In the past, when I played the game with my ¡®elder brother¡¯, we also played roles. But Narcissus required me to give him some excuse I should be spanked in real life. It was so hard to find a good excuse to meet his need. As I had told you, I am a good boy and an A student in reality. I couldn¡¯t even imagine what I could be accused of for a spanking. I never make my parents angry, teachers unhappy. I get long well with all my classmates. Though I am poor in health and always fail in PE exams, my attitude is always good. So my coach treats me well. It was so difficult to make an excuse to be spanked. I had tried a lot. But Narcissus said I should find something that made me feel guilty of, and deserved a hard spanking. I understood, he just wanted me to feel I deserved the spanking. As there is no perfect person in this world, everyone has his fault and mistakes. I found some excuses. But Narcissus was still not satisfied. Well, those excuses were too slight. He said: ¡® If you are punished in real life for these slight excuses, will you think it is fair?¡¯ Oh, the situation kept till five past two. Narcissus was such a difficult person to deal with. In my ideas, the spanking game can be played as long as the spanker and spankee agree to it. Never had I thought it should have so many regulations. Narcissus was a special person. He has done some research in spanking. He insisted that a good excuse was essential.
I thought it very funny and ridiculous for a good boy to find some excuse to be spanked, if this exist in real life. But Narcissus said he wouldn¡¯t spank me until I found one.
Then he got an idea. He required me to regard him as rudely as I could. Then he could make that an excuse. So I did according to his suggestion. I slapped his face, using dirty and nasty words to attack him, spit to him. He just sat there, quiet, bearing all that I did to him. I¡¯d never met anyone majoring in psychology before I met him. So I thought he was strange and terrifying. I¡¯d never thought of that such a good boy as me can behavior in such a way. I never dared to do this in real life. But when I did it in the game, I felt relaxed, so excited.
The bad treat to him kept on for about a quarter. Whatever I did to him, he just bore. Terrible, he is even smiling to me. He smiled so naturally. I knew that he was accumulating his anger in his heart. After accumulating enough, I could imagine what would happen, just like a volcano to break out. But from his expression, there was no sign. I thought I could take advantage of that period to do whatever I wanted to.
I stared at his eyes. He smiled to me. I showed my anger. He still smiled. I pushed him down and began to unbutton his jeans. Suddenly, to my shock, a strong hand snatched mine. ¡®What on earth are you guy doing?¡¯ He shouted. It was really a shock to me. He changed his expressions from smiling to angry so rapidly. I knew now it was my turn to receive what I deserved. He is 2 years senior to me and much stronger. I could not escape from him or even struggle. What I could do at that time was controlled by him and to say: ¡®Oh, please¡ You look like a gentleman. So I hope you can do as a gentleman do.¡¯
He didn¡¯t strip me bare ass first. (We had agreed at first that no implements should be used on my bare butt. Only hand is available. I¡¯m not very strong and can not undertake that. I enjoy embarrass more than pain.) He left my white underwear on. Then he used a table tennis bat. He said he would give me twenty and required me to count each one loud. There were some other regulations. I think you know them. For instance, what would happen if I struggled to escape. (Of course, a few extra stroke.) I did as he told me to do. The twenty was just what I can undertake.
Then he pulled down my pants. My rosy butt exposed before him. Cracking by hand would cause a loud noise. So he turned the radio on to cover the sound. He also took off his watch and put it aside. ¡® Now I will give you a handy cracking. You needn¡¯t count the number. I¡¯ll beat you for 15 minutes.¡¯ ¡°15 minutes? I can¡¯t undertake so long.¡± ¡®Isn¡¯t that enough? Then 20minutes.¡¯ I knew I couldn¡¯t say anything more. Otherwise, 5 minutes more will be added.
I lay on his laps, comfortably. His hard slaps made my ass burning. I didn¡¯t cry, being a good boy again as normal. I begged for relief. But he kept on, ignoring what I said. 20minutes was so long. My dick stick up. As I was laying on his laps, I could also felt his was the same.
If you play the game, do you prefer counting the number or the time? I prefer the number. Counting the number can make me know how many I have received and how many is left. But for time, I can not know the degree. He can give 20 slaps in a minute and can also give 40. That depends on how fast and hard he does.
20 minutes on his laps. He required me to think over what fault I had done. Not until that time did I realize that it is more exciting if I think I deserve the punishment.
Time was up at last. My butt burned, really hot. He was understandable to me. It is winter here, rather cold. So if I bare ass too long, I would catch a cold. But a Corner Time is essential to this game. So he reduced the time to 5 minutes, to let me cool down my butt.
Then he required me to pull on my pants. We went to the bathroom.(The bathroom was just next door, in the closet.) My heart was pumping, as I knew that I could see his white cheeks and compared them with my rosy ones.
He stripped in front of me., backsides to me. I knew the reason. His dick was already up. He felt shy to let me see it. After he got naked, I could see his white skin. His back was smooth and white. From his neck to the bottom of his butt, there was not a single hair. He is so tall. His body reminded me of Apollo. He took a shower in front of me. Water fell along his smooth body and _s_e_x_y butt. I could not control the reaction of my dick. He looked so nice in water, just like a narcissus. In my imagination, the Greek god Narcissus was taking a shower in front of me. He has a perfect body except his face.
We finished taking the shower and went to the mirror, naked. In the mirror, his white cheeks and my rosy ones were a couple of excellent compare. We found great fun watching each other¡¯s butt.
It was so cold. Then we put on our clothes and stopped the game.
Derek, is it interesting?
Tell me your experience next time.
Good wishes! Edward Dec.15,2001