Craig and I ended the second day of his visit in a friendly manner as possible. From my point of view, that meant I didn't get any more spankings that night. Of course, I ended the day a little anxiously because I had said "BS" to him, which I wasn't supposed to do and he reminded me that stood for "butt spanking".
So the next morning when we got up, I was thinking maybe he would get down to business right away. But, no pun intended, he didn't say anything. In fact, he said nothing the whole day. That night, as we used to do, when went out and had some beers at a bar we used to like.
After a good number, Craig lit up one of his cigars. It seemed he now smoked better ones, at least they smelled better. It did make me a little apprehensive because he often had a cigar before a father son talk, which usually came just before a spanking.
Craig looked at me appraisingly for a minute or two, and then said, "YOu know, I am a little disappointed with how you are turning out. I think its not a good thing me living so far away."
I just smiled and waited for him to continue.
"You think I am kidding, young man" He asked. I told him no, I was just waiting politely for him to continue.
"Well, look at what I see. The first night I get here, you are smoking grass. THe first first spanking I ever gave you was for that, wasn't it."
I nodded.
"And here we are, years later, many applications of the belt later, and you still smoke grass? You didnt smoke grass when we were in college!"
I didn't tell him that I had and just hadn't gotten caught.
"So that leads me to conclude that I am going to start having to be a little tougher. A few new rules and a little stricter punishments."
That got my attention. "What do you mean, new rules?"
He smiled. "First of all, you're going to call me once a week, and report on how you follow our traditional rules. If you break those rules, you will have to come down to my house, on your own dime, to get your spanking. Understand?"
I thought. What is he talking about. I can't fly down to see him every week. "You mean every week?
He smiled again. "You planning to break the rules every week? No, anyway. If you break the rules you will come down once every other month. I will come up once every other month. ANd on those weekends, you'll get your punishment. If its 5 spankings, you'll get em. If its one, you'll get it. Understood?"
Well, Craig was like my own dad. I couldnt tell him no. So I agreed.
"One other thing...The punishments are going to be a little harded. You'll find out when we get back to the apartment. I think you may literally have a hard time sitting tomorrow."
I didn't say anything but was apprehensive. Craig had already spanked really hard and I couldn't imagine what "harder" meant.
BUt he dropped the topic and we went on to talk about other things. Finally, we got home and were in the living room. Craig told me to go into the bedroom, take off my pants, and get his two belts. One was a new black one, pretty thick and a stinger. The other was an old brown one he had beat me with for years. I knew better than to argue. I came out in just my white briefs and handed them to Craig. He put them on the coffee table and lit up one of his cigars. As I said, the cigar usually came before the belt. He told me to stand there and think about smoking grass for a minute and how much I enjoyed it. He puffed away. After a few minutes, Craig got up and picked up the black belt and told me to bend over the arm of the couch. I bent over and waited.
WHACK!! WHACK!! Craig startd his usually whipping mode, one hard crack after another. I waited until there were a dozen strokes before I started asking, in vain, for him to stop. After twenty hard swats, he continued and I was jumping around pretty good but I knew better than to get up. WHACK WHACK Craig went past thirty and I started to tear up. You can only take so much QHACK WHACK Craig got to thirty nine, by my count. Then stopped.
"Stay there, son." was all he said and he said down and lit up his cigar and drank from his beer. "This is what you're going to get, at least, each time I spank you from now on." He sat there for several minutes and then got up and picked up the brown belt. WHACK WHACK He started in all again. After ten swats, I cried a little but was trying hard not to. Craig didn't stop. He went all the way to thirty nine again. He stopped and told me to get up.
"How's your butt, son?"
I rubbed it. It had rarely been this sore. I told him.
"Want to sit down?" Craig asked. I told him I would stand there for aminute. He said he would be back in a minute. I rubbed my eyes and butt as best I could. A few minutes later, Craig returned. He had a small paddle in his hand. It was one of those ones for kids with a picture of a kid with an red butt on it. Craig had spanked me with a few times before. He came and sat down on the couch and told me to "climb over!". I begged him to stop and he told me "Do it!" I knew I shouldnt argue much more so I climbed over his knees. Craig adjusted me so that my butt was just over his right thigh and my chest was supported by the couch.
"You get this each time now. How much depends upon what you did!"
Then he reached down and pulled my briefs back so they were just below my butt and it was open as his target.
SMACK! SMACK! "Owww" Boy that little paddle stung. SMACK SMACK SMACK He was spanking hard and fast. "What do you have to say for yourself?" This was rare because Craig usually didn't talk while spanking you. "Are you ever.."SMACK "ever" SMACK "ever" SMACK going to smoke grass again."
I was crying now. "No, Craig, no sir... I won't I promise"
I don't think he believed me. At least not then. He gave me another dozen smacks and then stopped. He put his hand on my butt. "Good, its hot. You can get up but don't EVER smoke weed again!"
I sniffled and got up. We went to bed and Craig was right, I really could not sit on wooden chairs the next day.