Thanks to everyone who has emailed me following the last story ' Will in Rugby Shorts' and yes I will try to add extra information for those in the USA. The story that follows is true although I have not used George's real name. We met several times in 2002, but unfortunately he moved to New Zealand in December 2002 for work. We keep in touch by email and he reads MMSA Stories. He is due back in July 2004 and we are both looking forward to that. George suggested I write about one of our sessions, so I have.
I met George through my profile on Yahoo. He is 30 and likes being treated like a teenager who has been very naughty and is punished with corporal punishment.
George is 6 ft tall and 13 stone 5 pounds (187 lbs) with black hair. He keeps fit by going to the gym twice a week and he cycles to work every day. He is not what you would call handsome but good looking facially, the rest of his body is fantastic. His skin is silky to the touch, lightly tanned except for a white square from low in the waist to just below his bubble butt. Not quite a six pack but hardly any flab, chest, arms and legs well muscled, in short a hunk.
Why he picked me I dont know, he says we just clicked, I suppose we did. We emailed each other for a couple of weeks and then spoke on the phone for two or three days and then met in McDonalds we talked for five minutes and then went to his flat. I had told him to make two lists about punishment, one of the things he liked and one of the things he disliked. Both lists were quite long and detailed, I have found that making lists is a good way to get the first session off to a good start.
The first meeting can be a difficult one and is often the only one because of silly little things. For instance George cannot stand his hair being touched during a session, later in bed its ok. He likes to be smacked, then a dose of the hairbrush and then the cane, so that is what he got. The session we agreed was me as his father walking in to his bedroom and finding him having a wank over a magazine of naked men.
Although I knew what I was going to find, when did I walk into his room and found him naked on his bed a gay magazine in front of him and his very erect _c_o_c_k_ in his hand, my first thought was to grab hold and finish the job myself.
But I didnt, I told him he was a dirty boy and that he had been punished before more than once for playing with himself and now he was really going to get it. He said that he was sorry and that it wouldnt happen again and please not to smack him. I told him that he had said that he was sorry before but here we were again him still doing the same thing. He got off the bed and picked up his boxers to put on and I told him not to bother if he could play with himself in the nude then he could be punished the same way. He argued and I said that that had earned him a dose of the hairbrush as well as the cane.
Thats not fair I am too old to be smacked with the hairbrush, he shouted.
Well, that little outburst has earned you a hand smacking as well, so now you will be smacked by hand and then smacked with the hairbrush and then caned. This time he decided not to argue.
Im sorry I argued and that I was playing with myself but please dont punish em too hard.
If it is not hard then it wont teach you the lesson, I have smacked you and I have caned you without success so now I am going to do both with the hairbrush in-between for arguing.
I sat on the end of his bed right in the middle of the left corner and told him m to come and stand on my left and then guided him over my lap. His feet and toes touched the floor either side and his bum was elevated into position ready for me to smack it.
The first 12 smacks on the right cheek were met with silence so where the next 12 on his left cheek. Both cheeks were now light pink in contrast to the very pale pink of the rest of his rear end and slightly warmer to the touch. The next 12 on each cheek made him squirm a bit, but still no sound. The next twelve concentrated on the upper part of his bum and this caused him some discomfort judging from a few gasps and his rapid breathing. I told him to get up and go and stand in the corner.
George stood in the corner, the centre of each cheek dark pink, his hands clasped together behind his head, his balls hanging down in the vee of his spread legs, breathing fairly hard. A good start I decided.
For the next part of your punishment I am going to use my old hairbrush, and we will do that in the lounge, so follow me.
Please Dad I am sorry please dont punish me any more.
Every time you are naughty and you are punished you promise that you have learnt your lesion and will be good, but you dont learn the lesson and do the same thing gain, so you are going to get the hairbrush and after that you are going to get the cane. Now go into the kitchen and bring me back the hairbrush that is on the table. George went off into the kitchen and when he returned with the brush I was sitting on the settee. I noticed that he had a slight erection, would that disappear with the application of the brush or would it increase I wondered and he handed me the brush.
Come and kneel down in front of me with your bottom towards me. George did as instructed and I then grabbed hold of an ankle in each hand and pulled up and back so that he ended up with his knees either side of my lap and his crutch on my knees and the cheeks of his pink arse parted and elevated ready for more punishment.
I am going to divide this part into two with a short break in-between, and with that I started to apply the brush to Georges right cheek. Wack - Wack - Wack Wack - Wack - Wack. Then the left cheek. Wack - Wack - Wack. Wack - Wack - Wack.
OWW OWW OWW . Now I was getting to him.
I then repeated 6 wacks to each cheek again and again.
Wack - Wack - Wack. Wack - Wack - Wack. On the right and
Wack - Wack - Wack. Wack - Wack - Wack. On the left.
' OWWWWW OOOOOOOOWWW Please DAD NO MORE PLEASE.'
I took no notice other than to apply the hairbrush that little bit harder. Wack - Wack - Wack. Wack - Wack - Wack. This time I stared on the left and that took him by surprise and then back t the right Wack - Wack - Wack. Wack - Wack - Wack.
'OWWWW OWWWWWW ARGGGGHHHH OWWWWW, PLEASE DAD I'M SORRY, PLEASE NO MORE.' George was crying and sobbing, tears running down his face.
' Right that finishes the first part of your hairbrush treatment. Go and stand in the corner, with your hands on your head and no rubbing your bum.' George went over to the corner and stood legs apart hands on head, his bright red bum glowing.
After a few minutes I called George out of the corner and told him to bend over the back of the settee and when he had done that I made him spread his legs wide apart. I now had access to his inner thighs still a very light shade of pink, in contrast to the rest of his bum, that was soon to change.
' Please DAD my bottom is so sore please don't smack me any more. I am sorry.'
' I told you were getting two doses of the hairbrush, and you will. However, as your bottom is so sore I will not apply the hairbrush to it any more. Instead I will concentrate on your thighs.'
' NOOO DAD NO, not on my thighs please it will be so painful. PLEASE NO.' I took no notice and started on his inner left thigh.
Wack - Wack - Wack - Wack - Wack - Wack. ' ARGGGHHH OWWWWW OHHH. No more please I am sorry OHHH.'
Wack - Wack - Wack - Wack - Wack - Wack, to the inner right thigh. 'OOOWWWWW OHH OOOWWWWWWW.'
The inside of his thighs were now bright red and I decided that another six divided equally on each thigh would be sufficient. Especially as there was a lot more punishment to come.
Wack - Wack - Wack on the left ' OWWWWW OWWWW OHHHARGGG. Please no more please.'
' Ok no more.' Well, on that thigh.' Then I applied 3 strokes Wack - Wack - Wack on the right .
' OWWWWW OWWWWWW OOOWWWWW ARRRGG OWWWW, I am sorry I am PLEASE NO MORE, PLEASE.'
George came out of the corner, crying already at the thought of the cane. You are going to get twelve hard strokes and maybe that will encourage you not to play with yourself. After the first six you may have a short break before the last six.
Please Dad I am sorry I promise I wont play with myself any more, Please not the cane Please.
Bend over the back of the settee, now, I told him sharply.
Please Dad, Please.
NOW George THIS INSTANT. He bent over the settee his bright red cheeks now the highest point of his body, they glistened under the bright lights trained on them from above almost inviting the cane to lash down and create patterns on them.
I lined up the cane across the centre of his cheeks, then I sawed the cane backwards and forward, then a few taps. His cheeks twitched each time I tapped them, so without warning I applied the first stroke. THWACKK right across the centre of both cheeks.
OWWWW and before the pain of the first stroke had fully radiated out the second stroke landed just below the last. THWACKKK
' OWWW OWWWW OWWWW' George jumped up rubbing his bum. ' I'm sorry Dad'
'Bend over you have four more strokes to come in this session, bend over NOW.' George bent over. Two dark red lines were now visible in the centre of his red cheeks
I decided to concentrate the next four on the upper part of his arse. THWACKKK the third stroke whipped in 1 2 an inch (12.5 mm) above the last.
' OWWWW ARGhhh' George was wriggling, his bum almost doing a war dance as he tried to lessen the pain, but it was no use.
' Keep still, you still have three more to come'. As soon as he was still I applied the fourth stroke. THWACKKK.
' OHHHH OWWWWWWW _s_h_i_t_ OWWWW.' He stopped and waited, but I said nothing.
THWACKKK the fifth stroke blazed in right at the apex of his cheeks. ' ARGGGGHHH OWWWW.' George jumped up clutching his cheeks. ' I am sorry DAD PLEASE no more PLEASE my bum hurts so much.'
' That is the whole object of punishment. Now bend over you have one more stroke to come to make it six, then you can have a break.'
George stood looking at me tears running down his face, his expression pleading. ' Bend over NOW or I will start from one.' With one last pleading look he bent over.
The top half of George's arse was now decorated by 5 angry dark red white lines that stood out from his bright red cheeks. I lined the cane up for the last stroke in this half and lashed the cane right into the centre of his cheeks and on top of the first stroke.
THWACKKKK
'OWWWWWWW OWWWWW ARRRRGGHHH' George cried but stayed in position.
You can stand up now, hands on head and have a short break. George stood tears in his eyes and down his face sniffing and breathing heavily.
What was that word you used just now. George looked at me in surprise and shock he thought I had forgotten.
Im sorry it just slipped out, it was a mistake, I am sorry.
I am sure you are and you are going to be even sorrier in a minute. Come here.
George came over to where I was standing I sorry Dad I sorry.
I picked up the thin cane from the table and flexed it in front of him. Please DAD I SORRY.
I am going to give you one stroke of the cane on each hand. Hold out your right hand.
Oh NO DAD NO Please.
Now or it will be two on each hand. George held out his hand flinching as he did so.
Higher and get you hand out flat. I rested the cane on the tips of his fingers as I measured my distance. Tears were running down his cheeks and he was sobbing. I raised the cane and then brought it down hard on his palm just below the base of his fingers.
THWACKK
Oww Oww OWWW, George was waving his hand about trying to get rid of the sting, it finally ended up tucked in his left armpit.
Now your left hand.
Oh no Dad Please No Please.
Now George. Slowly he raised his arm and straightened his hand out flat.
Please Dad not so hard, Please Please. Again I rested the cane on the tips of his fingers.
The cane rose slowly into the air and descending much quicker to land with a resounding THWACKK on Georges left palm.
OWW OOW OWWW OOWWW George was jumping about both hand clamped in opposite arm pits, tears streaming down his face, his _c_o_c_k_ and balls bouncing all over the place as he vainly attempted to lessen the pain. I noticed that his _c_o_c_k_ was now fully erect the tip glistening and as purple as the two lines decorating either palm.
I will not have you using foul language either in this house or out of it. Do you understand.
Yes Dad, I am sorry Dad.
Good, because the next time I hear you use that sort of language it will be two on each hand. Do you understand, do you.
Yes Dad, I wont swear again, I promise.
Good. Now bend over, legs apart fingers on the floor, you have six more strokes to come on your bottom.
Dad I have learnt my lesson, no more PLEASE.
Bend over now, we could make it nine if you like.
George bent over quickly, I tapped his right thigh with the cane to get his legs further apart. Legs straight. I walked over to the table and changed the thin cane I had used on his hands for the thicker heavier one and then returned to the bending George.
Six strokes THWACKK the first one blazed into his arse low down on the top of his thighs.
OWWWW No No But before he could gasp any more the second stroke landed just above the last. THWACKKK.
OWW OUCH ARGH George shot upright clutching his cheeks and pushing his hands into them in a vain attempt to lessen the pain. This had the effect of pushing his _c_o_c_k_ out in front inviting attention. I was tempted to flick it with the cane, but that would not have been in character.
Bend over. You have four more strokes to come George bent over legs apart, the tips of his fingers touching the floor, his bum perfectly raised and exposed for the cane.
I tapped the cane on his bum, every time I withdrew the cane he stiffened. Then THWACKKK. the third stroke landed just above the last and in that slight crease of skin that divides thigh from bum. AARRGG George wailed but remained in position.
THWACKKK. The fourth stroke hit OHHH ARRGGGHH George was moving his legs and bum twisting his fingers just leaving the floor. OHGHH
Two more to come I said quietly and George moved back into position almost thrusting his cheeks back and up and waiting. I paused and drank in the view his previously pale pink cheeks were now bright red, 10 dark red lines decorated them. Each line with its white sheen angry and painful. The insides of his thighs also red and blotchy where the hairbrush had wrought its havoc.
George was beginning to get uncomfortable in his bent over position so it was time to bring the punishment to its conclusion. I raised the cane and lashed it into the centre of his arse THWACKKKK.
ARGGH ARGGHHH he shot upright clutching his bum No more Dad please no more.
You have one more stroke, bend over now. George looked at me his eyes running with tears pleading for it to be finished. Bend over NOW.
George bent back in position his backside again in the perfect position, again I tapped the cane on his arse and again each time the cane left his bum he stiffened and then I whipped the cane into his bum for the last time THWACKKKKK.
ARRGGGHHH George was up from his bending position rubbing his cheeks and stamping on the floor in a vain attempt to lessen the pain. OHHHH Dad that hurt. In the midst of all that pain his _c_o_c_k_ was still erect and as he turned and I held him in my arms it pressed into my own erection confined within my trousers.
I am sorry that I had to punish you so hard, but it is only because I love you. I have to go to work now, but I will send your brother in to rub some cream into your backside.
I went out and shut the door and then listened, the sobbing very quickly stopped and I opened the door and he rushed into my arms and we clung to each other and as I lightly ran my fingers over his arse he tensed and started to come his sperm soaking my trousers and he spurted and spurted his whole body tensing and relaxing with each one. He knelt down and in record time had my trousers and boxers down and off and engulfed my _c_o_c_k_ in his mouth. After a few seconds I pulled back as I was so near to climax, he smiled and turned and bent over and rested his bare and sweaty chest on the table.
As I moved towards him he looked back and said Now I get a dose of the rod from you.