As George started to touch my bottom I began to wriggle. He slapped me, not hard, on the middle of my right cheeck.
'Its nice, you are a little larger than Jason and you bounce better I guess'' George commented. I was embarrased.
The canings and slpieerings I had received form father all my life (up to then at least) had been very matter of fact. You know, a whacking, the agony in your bum and then off to bed.
I did not like George talking about my bottom being 'nice' or him touching it really but I just accepted it and after a while it did not bother me so much. George fondled me a lot that evening, longer than Jason. He followed a sort of method of patting, slapping and stroking me. At one point he pout both his stes of fingers on my buttocks and pulled the flesh apart. When he slapped hard he would comment that I had ''a nice bounce''. I knew he was looking at me, but neither of us said anything. After about 30 minutes he let me up. I sat back on my chair with my wobbly erection pointing to the ceiling.
Two weeks lated Jason and I were in our school uniforms again. This time we were off to the prince's home on the river in a car with dark glass. George sat between us. We were going to an all day party and the prince was flying in to meet us. We were excited as George had told us that we were going to receive a gift. It was far too good for two sixteen year old boys, he told us.
When we arrived we entered by a long drieway. The house was huge. We had never seen such a place. This guy was clearly very wealthy.
We were told that other young people had been invited for the evening. Little did I know then that this was to be the day that I discovered the joys of sleeping with a girl.
We wiated for a long time, Jason and I, playing snooker on a full sized table, eating and drinking. The house had servants and security men. They made us feel like the young schoolboys we were. George was with us, he kept telling us to behave. He had not spanked us for five days and we messed up and were surprised not to earn a trip over his knee.
Eventually just as we were getting a little bored a man of middle easter extraction came inot the games room. He looked at Jason and me and smiled. He spoke in broken English to George. George said that we were to go with the man.
The man led us inot a long hallway. We thought we were going to meet the prince but instead we entered a huge bathroom with gold taps. The man pointed at two new tooth brushes and said 'clean please'. There were two basins so we each chose one and, careful not to get our ties wet, we brushed our teeth. When we turned around we saw that the man had a hairbrush in his hand. He approached me first and moved the brush to do my hair. Then he brushed Jason's hair.
The man led us back to the games room. 'He is first' the man pointed at me but was looking at George. I glanced at George.
'Remember Chris, keep smiling. If the prince likes you he will give you a reward. Just do as you are told, he will not hurt you.''
''What do you mean he won't hurt me'' I asked.
''well he might like to undress you and give you a little spanking, you remember we made the film for him, but he will noyt hurt you, just go along with it''
I glanced at the strong man and left the room.
As we entered a new part of the mansion I drew my breath in a the sight. Two large doors were opened by another servand. At the end of the room a very fat man sat on a huge chair wearing long white robes and a headress.
The man grabbed me by the hand and walked me slowly up the centre of the room, standing now in front of a small table about eighteen inches off the floor.
The prince was smiling at me and so I smiled back.
''The prince does not like to speak in english'' ht eman whispered to me, ''so I will translate''.
I stood there in my school uniform trying not to laugh. The prince just stared at me for ages and I sort of grinned back. I thought what an idiot I must have looked.
Suddenly the prince shouted at the man. I jumped as I was not expecting that. The man quickly stood me on the table and moved me so that I had my back to the prince. Again nothing happened for a few minutes until the prince ye;lled again.
''Please remove your shorts'' the man said. I slowly obeyed and heard some groans coming from the prince. After a further delay (and I had guessed this would happen) I was told to take off my white underpants. The prince clapped but I just stood still with my back to him. I did not really want to see the pleasure he was getting from seeing me strip off.
''The prince likes you. Please put on your clothes now'' the mna said and he led me off. I glanced back and the prince smiled and nodded at me.
''Now it is time for some acting'' the mna said.
We entered a large bedroom with the largest bed I had ever seen.
''Please undress now and fast'' the man siad to me adding ''we must not delay''.
Ten minutes later I had received instructions. They were simple.
Now I was led bac to the prince wearing a large cotton nappy (diaper) fastened at the back with a pin. Just before we entered the room the man pushed a large yellow dummy in my mouth. I was led up to the prince who began to laufgh, causing me to blush. I just hope the present was worth all this , I thought.
I was led up and sat carefully on the white robes which covered the princes large thigths. The prince was clearly happy, tlaking quietly to the man.
''The prince thinks you are very beautifull, no pretty, I mean'' the man said. I was embarrased as no one apart from my girlfiends had ever complemented me about my looks. I knew that I was not allowed to talk so I smiled which was difficult through my dummy.
The prince spoke again.
The man turned to me ''it is time for your milk now, remember what you should do.''
I started to get nervous.
The man went to a side table and returned, handing the prince a baby's drinking bottle with warm milk. I hated milk so the next part would be easy I thought.
The prince pulled put my dummy and, smiling at me, pushed the bottle in my mouth. I drank several mouthfulls before getting up the nerve. Then, I pushed the bottle out of my mouth and spat the warm liquid staight at the prince's face. It covered his face and shirt and I began to laugh.
Without delay the prince shouted at me in english. This took me aback and I must have looked shopcked.
''Naughty baby needs a spanking'. He said. With that I was hauled over his thighs and the other man came over and unfastened my diaper at the back. He then bent over to hold my hands out in front of me, so that I could not protect my bottom from what was to follow. The man looked very serioue I noticed.
The proince began to undo my diaper, exposing my two soft buttocks. He moaned with delight as he did so and I lay there with some anxiety. I was not sure what was going to happen next but I was soon to find out.
Wher had the spoon or whatever he was laying on mu right buttock come from I thought. Then it began, a barrage of solid whacks and all on the right hand side of my bottom. He spanked hard and fast, The hreat in my backside got intense, the pain developing fast now. I started to buck. I could feel the heat building, the pain growing and my bottom bouncing on the proinces lap. Whatever I did I could not move my hands so I wiggled my klegs but nothing stopped the terrible stinging. I howled as loudly as I could but the whacking of my right buttock continued.
The bastard has no mercy, I thought. What does he think he is doing. How dare he. I will call the police. He is killing me. Oh my god when is this going to end.
But it did stop and I lay motionless on his lap with my bottom in undescribable pain.
I cried.
The man lifted me up like a small boy and carried me back to the bedroom. He laid me gently on the bed. I cried.
That evening, I never saw the prince again that visit, I made love with a beautiful sixteen year old girl who was a guest of the prince. Jason and I had one girl each. But before the love making we swam in the pool, played more snooker and ate a fabulous supper. Jason and I stood to eat our food, as our bottoms were so sore. In fact we did not sit down until we returned to the house in London a week later.
Jason asked me what I had to do and I told him the whole story. He told me he had done the same except that a large pot was brought in after Jason had drunk all his milk and he had to sit on it, facing the prince until he had performed by relieving himself.
He said it had been really difficult doing his task as the prince had been waving a riding crop at him while he waited. When he had shown the prince his urine the prince inspected the pot Jason had not done enough and so he too found himself over the prince's knee getting whipped with the short leather riding crop until he screamed.
We both agreed that the prince was an unpleasant man.
The rest of the time we lived like princes in the large mansion by the river. The prince had flown back to his coutry in his private jet. He really had a private jet.
The gold watches he left for Jason and me were given to george for safe keeping.
To be continued...........