First, a little background information. I am a 39 year old str8 male who has been receiving disciplinary spankings for the last 7 or 8 years. It seems for me that a lesson learned by the brain is best absorbed if its reinforced with a lesson to the buttocks. I originally sought out female disciplinarians, but eventually found that most of them are too mild in their punishments. Having arrived at this conclusion, I began seeking males to deliver the heavier guidance I needed. Over time I was spanked by a variety of men, but never seemed to be able to find one who lived close enough to provide the regular weekly punishments I need to keep me on the straight and narrow.
I recently stumbled upon such a gentleman through a personal ad. At first glance, I almost didn't contact him, because his profile contained no detailed information. Finally, on a hunch, I decided it might be worth a gamble. Our initial exchange of email made me think that I had, perhaps, made a mistake. He indicated that he preferred OTK spankings, starting over the pants, then briefs, then bare. He did say that he might occasionally use a ping pong paddle if it was absolutely necessary. Combining this with the fact that he was an elderly gentleman (67), I was fairly certain that he would end up being too lenient on me. I told him that I felt, and had been told by previous disciplinarians, that I had an above average pain tolerance. His response that, if that was the case, he might have to use the paddle didn't really do a lot to instill a sense of fear in me. But I figured what the heck...what could it hurt to give it one try with him anyway. Worst case scenario would be a one-time session that would be unfulfilling for both of us.
Was I ever wrong!!! I arrived at his house on the afternoon of our first appointment, and he was the kind older gentleman I had expected. He offered a glass of ice water, the use of the restroom, and we chatted for a few minutes while I relaxed from the drive and got used to him and the surroundings. After about 5 minutes, he informed me it was time to get down to business. We proceeded to his spanking room, where I got the first sign he might not be as mild as I had thought. Laid out on a chest were 2 brushes, 2 paddles, a belt and a strap. "A bit more than a ping pong paddle", was the thought that crossed my mind.
"Since you're a tough guy, I think we'll dispense with the over-the-pants part of the proceeding", he informed me. "Get your pants off, fold them neatly, and place them on the end of the chest. NOW!!"
I quickly did as I was told, and found myself over his lap a few moments later. He proceeded to apply about 25-30 fairly hard swats with his hand. "This isn't too bad", I remember thinking. "Maybe it's going to go like I predicted after all." Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by his hand removing my briefs. Another 25-30 hand swats followed, but still nothing to worry about.
"Its apparent you were telling me the truth", he said. "I don't seem to be making any impression on you at all with my hand. Not to worry...I have plenty of things that I think will get through to you." With that he delivered a scalding SWAT with a 1 2-inch thick hairbrush to my right cheek, quickly followed by one to the left.
I must confess...those first two swats definitely got my attention. Unfortunately (or fortunately) that was just the beginning. He began methodically covering my upturned bottom with that hairbrush. He delivered a very hard swat about every 2-3 seconds, alternating between right cheek and left, and moving all around my entire seat and upper thighs. After about 7 or 8 minutes of this treatment (do the math...around 150 swats), I was kicking and bucking to escape the blows. My ass was on fire. There was a brief pause, and I remember being extremely thankful, thinking that might be all. The pause, however, was only for him to change weapons to a larger bathbrush, and to place me over his left knee so that he could restrain my kicking with his right leg. He immediately began my spanking again. It seemed that he was invigorated by the brief break! He was striking my upturned and rapidly reddening rear harder and faster than before! At a pace of about a stroke every second he tanned by butt for about 3 minutes.
Suddenly, he stopped. Rubbing my bottom with his hand he asked if I thought I had learned my lesson. "Yes, SIR!!!", I practically shouted. I remember glancing at my watch, and noting that only about 15 minutes had elapsed since he had begun punishing my bottom. So much for the notion that he was mild!
"No. I don't think so.", he replied. "You're a hard case, remember? I think we're just getting started. You still have a long way to go before you'll convince me you've had enough." With that, he repeated the entire sequence, both with the hairbrush and the bathbrush. By the conclusion of the second set, I was certain that my bottom was blistered and probably getting purple. He had me get up off his lap and informed me it was now time to receive the belt and strap, that I had now finished my warmup.
"WARMUP?!!! Please, Sir...my ass is on fire. I've never been spanked like that before.", I pleaded with him. He just chuckled, and informed me that he was serious, and unless I wanted my punishment increased I should place myself over the 2 pillows stacked in the center of the bed and spread my legs. I did as I was told, although rather hesitantly and gingerly, I must say. Once in place, he proceeded to belt and strap my already burning and blistered ass for about 10 minutes...again with the nonstop procedure. There were occasional pauses, but only for him to switch positions, so that he could make sure every inch of my bottom was covered, or to make me spread my legs again. He informed me that he had to concentrate on those tender areas, especially the ones that the hairbrush and bathbrush hadn't been able to get to. With that, he pulled one cheek to the side and strapped my crack, then repeated the process with the other cheek. He made sure to lash me down further, with the tip of the strap striking right at the base of my balls. Finally, the strapping came to an end. He told me to lay still, and a few minutes later, he returned with some lotion, which he rubbed into the inferno that used to be my butt.
After about 5 minutes, he indicated that I could get up. Assuming that the punishment was over, I arose and reached for my briefs. "What do you think you're doing?!", he asked. "That was just to get you prepared for the final section of your punishment. Drop those briefs and get back over my lap this instant!"
Not wishing to make things any worse, I complied immediately. He got me again over the left knee, locking my legs with his right leg (I guess it didn't take a rocked scientist to figure out I'd be kicking again in no time). The final round of the session was a repeat of the beginning...7-8 minutes of the hairbrush, followed by 3 minutes or so with the bathbrush. I have NEVER before felt the need to reach back and cover my bottom with my hands, and have always prided myself on taking a good spanking with relative stoicism. However, on this occasion, it was all I could do to prevent myself from reaching back. I gasped, I yelped, I even bit myself on both arms in an effort to maintain position.
Finally it was over. After some 45-50 minutes of almost nonstop spanking, my punishment was completed. I hugged him, and thanked him very gratefully for having provided my discipline. I genuinely meant every word, too. We sat (me rather gingerly), and talked for awhile afterwards, and he agreed to provide me exactly that type of discipline, or more if he felt it was needed, on a regular weekly basis. It seems I have found my disciplinarian at last. And I KNOW I will never underestimate anyone on the basis of email ever again!