Here's a letter I got after I had been talking with a guy on the phone. Sounds like he enjoyed it! - M
Hi sir!
I was excited and frightened by your command to strip and prepare for a strapping, sir. I actually dreamed that it happened that night.
Sir, I would like to share some of my experiences with you. Since you seem to have had a lot of experience at this kind of thing, maybe you can explain to me why I want, need and like being spanked, sir.
To begin with, I guess my story is a little different since I was never spanked by either of my parents, who didn't believe in it. I didn't get my first spanking until I was older, and that was from my uncle Paul. My parents went on a cruise to celebrate their 20th anniversary, and I went to stay with my uncle at his house. He lived out in the farm country in Ohio, he was divorced and pretty much kept to himself since most of his neighbors were Amish people and they stick together pretty closely, also I don't think their religion allows divorce so they didn't approve of him I guess.
I knew I was at least bi by this time, and I was kind of turned on by my uncle. Not only was he pretty built and handsome, but he treated me like an equal, let me call him Paul, and didn't act like I was "too young" for stuff I wanted to do. He was in his late 30s at that time, he had short very dark hair and he was very muscular and much taller than me, I'm 5'9" and he was at least 6'2".
The only thing not allowed at his house was touching or fooling around with either of his guns. He had a 12-gauge shotgun that he used to hunt rabbits and bobwhites with, and a deer rifle. Of course I was dying to look at them and hopefully even shoot them, since my parents would never have allowed a gun in our house, but he would never let me even touch them.
It was close to Halloween and he went out that afternoon to get a couple of pumpkins, we were going to carve really weird jack o lanterns and watch the "Friday the 13th" movie on TV afterward.
Well while he was gone I noticed he only took his car keys, his house keys were on the kitchen table and the key for the trigger locks was on them! I couldn't figure out the lock on the rifle, but I got the trigger guard off the shotgun. I fooled around _c_o_c_k_ing it and pulling the trigger to hear it click, then I went looking around for some shells. I found a whole box with his cleaning rags and hunting gear, to I took one out, opened the breech of the gun, and put it in. I thought it would be cool to snap the breech shut like they do in the movies, so I snapped the stock up hard. Well the barrel swung up and snapped the breech shut alright, BUT the gun went off BLAM!
It knocked me flat on my butt and also kind of punched me in the side, I had never fired a gun so I didn't know they kicked back like that. It also had my ears ringing, that loud blast in the small kitchen, and it scared the hell out of me! When I got up, there was a big smelly cloud of blue smoke in the kitchen, and a BIG shot-up hole in the kitchen wall, with the wallpaper all around the hole all full of shredded holes from the buckshot.
Yikes! I knew I would get in major trouble, there was no way to hide it, plus the whole room stank of gunpowder. And I never lied when I did something wrong anyway.
Well when my uncle got back he was mad and I mean REALLY MAD! He was yelling at me about how I could have hurt or even killed myself.
After he yelled for a while he told me to go to my room until he decided what to do. I asked him to please not tell my parents if they called because it would ruin their trip, then I went up to my room.
In about a half hour he came up and said that I had disappointed him, he treated me like an adult but then I acted like a stupid little kid by playing with the gun, and did I know what it would have been like for him if I'd killed myself accidentally and he had to tell my mom (his sister) that, when she trusted him to be responsible for me, etc. etc. until I felt so bad and sorry that I was just about crying. I really liked him a lot and I knew I had been a jerk.
He said there was nothing to do about it now except be thankful nothing worse had happened, and that I would have to help fix the shot-up wall, he also said I was lucky he wasn't my father or I'd get a spanking that I'd never forget. At first I thought he was kidding because of my age, but I could tell he was angry and disappointed and I guess even a little scared by what could have happened. I told him I was very VERY sorry, I said nobody had ever spanked me but if he thought I deserved one I would take one to prove that I was sorry and I would never do anything like that again.
He said he thought I really did deserve one, that he knew I was too old for a spanking but maybe at my age it would make an impression on me not to do dumb stunts like a little kid would.
Then he told me to go down to the basement. I went down, I was scared but I really did want to prove that I was sorry. Pretty soon he came down and told me to be prepared for a real spanking, he said he was going to make me aware of how bad and dangerous what I'd done was. I was even more scared, since I was never spanked before.
I knew a spanking would hurt but I could tell he meant this one was REALLY going to hurt!
He sat down on an old wooden chair and told me to bend over his knee. I was embarrassed but I did it. He started to spank me on my jeans HARD, but not very fast, it stung and made my butt feel warm and stinging but it wasn't too bad. He spanked me like that for about maybe 40 spanks, my butt was hot but I didn't make a sound.
Then he said he didn't think he was making enough of an impression, and I was to stand up and pull my jeans down. I stood up, but I asked not to have to take my pants down, I was embarrassed. He just said if I wanted to be treated like an adult then I'd have to take my punishment like an adult. I just could NOT take my jeans down in front of him, I just stood there. So he reached out and unfastened my pants and pulled them down. I didn't try to stop him, just something in my head wouldn't let me do it myself.
He pulled me back across his knee and started to spank me again. Wow! It hurt a LOT more on my jockey shorts than on my jeans! He was spanking hard as before, too, but not any faster, but those spanks burned! Pretty soon I couldn't help starting to wiggle around a little and kind of going "mmph" but I kept my lips pressed shut tight, I didn't want to yell "Ow" like a baby.
My ass just got hotter and hotter and sorer and sorer with every hard spank, oh man it hurt! My eyes were starting to water too from the spanking but I shut them tight too, I was NOT going to cry like a baby either.
He gave me about another 40 on my jockeys, then he said it was time to make sure I would never forget to leave his guns alone, and he pulled my shorts down with me still over his knee. I did almost start to cry then, not only was I totally embarrassed for my uncle to see my bare butt, but I knew he was going to spank me more and I didn't know if I could take any more.
There was a big pile of cedar shingles in a box on the floor for fixing the roof. He pulled out one that was split longways so I guess it was about 3 or 4 inches wide. When I saw that I asked him to please not spank me with that, but he just repeated he was going to make sure I didn't forget. Then he smacked me hard on the bare behind with the shingle.
Jesus! My whole body jumped, it felt like he hit me with something red hot! That was too much, I DID yell on that one! His hand had been in the middle of my back, but he put his arm around my side and my waist and held me down on his leg tight, and started spanking me bareass with the shingle.
I don't know if you've ever been spanked with one, but let me tell you it HURTS like wild! He spanked hard too, slower than before, but oh god I thought I'd go crazy if he didn't stop, my ass felt like it was on fire and getting more flames with every spank. I was yelling every time he hit me, and after about ten whacks, I couldn't help it and I did start to cry.
He told me to stand up but I just laid there and kept crying, I was SO ashamed, but he told me again to stand up unless I wanted more, so I did.
That was my first spanking.
I know some parts of what makes me turned on by a spanking: first of all the WILLING surrender, not coerced with threats or forced by bondage. Second the way it kind of cleans the conscience Ñ that's why my spankings need to be preceded by some kind of wrongdoing and my admission of it. Third the physical contact Ñ my bare skin against a fully-clothed man, my bare ass offered for the punishment. Fourth the hope (though not all tops do this I've learned) that afterwards there might be some holding and cuddling. But I don't know exactly why it should be spanking, specifically, that does this for me!
Sir, I would REALLY appreciate anything you might be able to tell me about this. I'm not asking because I'm uncomfortable with getting turned on by getting spanked, just because I want to know why it is that I DO! I hope to hear from you, and although I haven't had a lot of other spanking experiences I'd be glad to share them with you if you'd enjoy hearing them, sir. Thanx!
Respectfully,