It's great to be driving along, without a care in the world and knowing that there is nothing to do for the next week, except enjoy yourself! That's the way Jim and I were that evening, on our way to visit friends who had a holiday home by the sea. We knew the next week would be plenty of sunshine and party! Even when the car broke down, we refused to let our spirits sink. Jim was very proud of his car, but a quick look under the hood convinced him that he would need the services of a mechanic. As it was a lovely summer evening, we decided to walk in search of help. After a few miles, we came on a large country house, with a big driveway leading up to it. The door was answered by the butler, who received us politely and when informed of our predicament, went to find the master of the house. Lord Dougby welcomed us cordially, the mechanic was summoned, but the bad news was that the car would take at least three days to fix (problem with getting parts, in such an isolated area). Lord Dougby insisted that we remain as his guests, so we rang our friends and told them we would be a few days late.
After supper, Lord Dougby asked us if we played cards. Evidently he, his butler and his Chef, often played cards in the evenings so we agreed to join them. We were all around the same age (28) so it was a very pleasant, relaxed evening, with plenty of drink from our generous host. Lord Dougby introduced us to a new game. However he said that instead of playing for stakes, the loser had to pay a forfeit, and the winner decided the forfeit. We played, and I lost the first game, with our host the winner.
"Now, what forfeit should you pay," mused our host.
"Make it difficult, he can be a real cheeky beggar", said Jim cheerfully, slapping me on the back.
"Cheeky - really?" said our host "Well then maybe what Derek needs is a good spanking!"
"Great idea!", said Jim. I tried to get away but I was smaller than the rest and in any event was no match for the four of them. The butler and the chef both looked like they were ex-fighters, strong muscular types. I still struggled plenty, but in no time found myself in a most undignified position, lying across the lap of Lord Dougby.
"As you've struggled, you'll have to get more spanks, so first of all twenty from me, then twenty from everyone else!"
By the time I had been across everyone's lap and had received twenty hard spanks from Dougby, the butler, the chef and, finally, from Jim, (who really entered into the spirit of things and even gave me an extra spank for good luck), my bottom was really sore. I stood up, mortified, rubbing my posterior and glaring at them all as they laughed at my discomfort. Jim just laughed and said I was lucky they hadn't taken my trousers down, as I had struggled so much. I said nothing. Jim had given me an idea.
The next game I won and Jim was the loser. He smiled (a bit anxiously?) at me.
"Now you get your own back, I guess," he said, probably anticipating a spanking.
"Right folks" I said. "Jim's forfeit is to lose his trousers!" Jim paled, but again he was no match for four of us, and although he struggled plenty, we soon had his belt open and the trousers started to come down.
As his silk boxer shorts came into view, Lord Dougby laughingly warned him: "Better stop struggling, or those boxer shorts will be coming down too!"
Jim soon stopped struggling, and so we removed his trousers completely and sat laughing, looking at him in his polka dot shorts! His teeshirt was short, so it didn't cover them too well.
"Okay, okay, " he growled, "you've had your fun. Now give me back my trousers."
"Remember", said Lord Dougby, that Derek got extra punishment because he struggled. You don't get your trousers back until tomorrow!"
Jim didn't like it, but I suppose to be polite he didn't complain further. The cards were over, so Jim had to sit there in his boxer shorts while we had supper. I kept on making cracks about his legs and his shorts and did he make a habit of losing his trousers in front of strangers? Jim glared at me, but said nothing. After supper we retired to our rooms. Ten minutes later I heard a knock at my door. It was Jim.
"Can I come in for a minute, please" he whispered politely through the door. I unlocked the door and let him in. Jim was still in his boxers and tee shirt.
"What's up" I said, still smiling at his predicament.
"You know what's up and you're to blame. Now you're going to pay! Jim grabbed me and soon had me on the floor and was opening my belt. Jim is much stronger than me, so I was no match for him. However I was able to grab at his boxer shorts and they came down. This made him madder, so after he had my trousers off, he went for my briefs. Again I couldn't stop him and soon the two of us were naked.
"Now you're going to suffer some", he said, as he pulled me up off the ground and across his knee. Holding me down securely, he got his belt and leathered my ass. Of course I was soon roaring crying and woke up the whole house. The butler and the chef arrived in and soon we both found ourselves, totally naked, again in the presence of our host.
"What's this, I hear?" he said, really annoyed. "The game is over and you're fighting? Acting like children? This will not do! Take them to the children's wing and deal with them as children! Immediately we were taken to another part of the house and I was literally thrown into what looked like a child's bedroom - except that all the furniture (including the bed) were adult size. The door was locked from the outside and then Jim was taken into the next room. I could hear him getting a very severe spanking from the two men and soon his cries were loud. After they finished, they came back to me and I got another spanking, but not as bad as Jim's as they saw the evidence of his handiwork. When they were gone, I crawled on to the bed and eventually fell asleep.
I woke the next morning with the butler shaking me. He told me to use the toilet, while he ran my bath. When I came into the bathroom (still naked all this time), he said that Lord Dougby had decided that as we were acting like children, we were to be treated accordingly. With that, he lifted me up and put me in the bath and washed me, instructing me to do nothing myself. At this stage, I thought it better to obey, so I said nothing even when he soaped round my _d_i_c_k_ and balls and then pushed his fingers up my ass to clean that out with the soap. He then lifted me out of the bath, dried me and put me across his knee for my morning spanking. This wasn't too severe and he even rubbed my ass afterwards. The next shock was when I saw my clothes! A young boy's school outfit, except in a bigger size! The butler dressed me and soon I was standing there, as if ready for school! The shorts were very tight on my bottom, with my bubble butt showing itself off!
He brought me to the breakfast room, where Jim was waiting in the same kind of outfit! The chef was with him and it was obvious that he had got the same treatment. Lord Dougby entered.
"Have these boys got their morning bath and spanking? Yes? Good, let's see the evidence. Drop your shorts and underpants boys." Not wanting more spankings, we both immediately dropped our short pants and underpants and stood to be examined.
"Good, good. Well done men. Right boys stay as you are for the moment. Men, please bring in the breakfast." So we stood there, with our pants and underpants at our ankles, while Lord Dougby walked round us and told us that he had been ready to treat us as adult guests, but instead we had acted like children. And so we would be treated as naughty children. Any disobedience would be treated most severely (we knew that from last night). Lord Dougby then gave each of us a warm-up spanking across his knee, the butler and the chef brought in the breakfast, and we sat down to eat. Well actually Jim and I requested permission to stand, and Lord Dougby agreed. It was going to be a long three days! (to be continued)