I had been working very hard and I decided that I needed a week of leisure in the sun. On impulse I went into my local travel agent and booked a week in a five star hotel on the Costa del Sol. Spanish hotels are graded by the Government so I knew that I would have a week of luxury. The only trouble is that although I like the sunshine it does not like me and I cannot sit for very long without getting a headache and feeling nauseous. I also get bored very quickly and, being on my own, holidays can be very tiresome after just a day or two.
However, I had made the booking and I soon found myself in this palatial hotel. I was pleased to see that it had extensive grounds. There were plenty of palm trees and I could sit in the shade of any one of them, read a book or gaze out at the beautiful blue Mediterranean Sea which was but a few yards away from the bottom of the grounds of the hotel.
Working in the grounds there was a beach boy whose task it was to look after the swimming pool, bring deck chairs and towels to wherever the visitors wanted them and also to take orders for drinks which he then carried back from the bar. He really was a handsome young man and watching him was an absolute delight. He wore just a rather tatty pair of white shorts and a pair of sandals. His body was beautifully tanned from working in the open air and every time he bent down to pick up a chair or a towel his shorts filled out very nicely and the curves of his small bottom made him a very tempting target!
You know it is very difficult, if not impossible, for a spanker to go up to a guy and ask him if he would like to be spanked! Many a time I have walked along the High Street and seen a well-dressed young man whom I would love to have over my knee but how does one go about it? Of course it is equally hard for the guy who likes to be spanked to approach someone he fancies and to ask if he would allow him to go over his knee. What a difficult world we live in! Thank goodness we now have the internet where we can advertise ourselves on various sites and hopefully match up that way.
I digress. Back to my story.
The first morning I had the young man place a deckchair under one of the shady palm trees and I was soon feeling very relaxed. However, it was not long before I realised that I was forced to keep changing the position of my deck chair as the sun appeared to move across the sky or else I would be back in the sunshine that would make me feel ill. It was on one of these occasions when I was moving my chair that the young man stumbled and upset an ice cold drink all over me. I cannot be sure if I bumped into him or if he tripped and fell over me but the end result was the same: I was soaked.
"I am really sorry," stammered the young man. "It was an accident. Please do not tell the management. I will lose my job and I desperately need the money." The young man was clearly upset and worried. He pleaded with me, " I will do anything to make it up to you."
Well now, how could I refuse an offer like that?
"I dont know," I said ruefully, "I really ought to be compensated by the hotel you have ruined this shirt. What is your name?"
"Jim, sir," he replied meekly.
"Oh please I will do absolutely anything," and his eyes began to fill up with tears.
"Very well, young man" I will deal with you in an old fashioned way. You will come to my room tonight and I will spank you." I gave him the number of my room and told him to report there at nine oclock. My dinner would be well and truly finished by then and I would have something nice to entertain me to while away the time!
I thought about it at dinner and decided that he probably would not come after all and I had made myself look rather foolish. Nevertheless I was in my room at the agreed time and lo and behold at exactly nine oclock there was a tap on the door and when I opened it there was this gorgeous young man now dressed in an open necked pale blue shirt and wearing long white trousers. He looked a treat. I beckoned him in.
"Have you been spanked before?" I enquired.
"Oh, yes, sir. I was educated at an English boarding school and I am afraid I was often spanked and sometimes caned. It seemed to be the custom."
My bedroom was really meant for two people so it was large and airy. In addition to a double bed I had a table, four chairs and two comfortable armchairs. I took one of the chairs and placed it in the centre of the room and ordered him to put himself across my knees. He did not hesitate. He positioned himself perfectly so that his bottom was nicely poised in the centre and I had no need to straighten out his trousers as they automatically tightened around his buttocks. I just rested my hand over the top and gently traced the outline down the centre. I spanked him gently at first but increased the severity slowly but surely. He did not budge and he did not murmur and he took it all for some twenty minutes, after which I ordered him to stand up. "Get the shirt off," I ordered and he obeyed immediately, hanging the shirt neatly over the back of one of the chairs. "Now the trousers." He hesitated for the briefest of moments before slipping them down to reveal a pair of tight fitting white underpants. "Those as well," I said and down they came. He was now standing before me stark naked. What a sight! He made no effort to cover up his penis which was lying dormant whilst his pale cream buttocks made a striking contrast with the rest of his body which had been tanned brown. I couldnt get him back over my knees quickly enough. His pale buttocks quickly reddened nicely as I spanked first one side and then the other. He squirmed a little from time to time but made no effort to get up. Indeed every now and then I could hear sounds of pleasure and I could feel his penis getting harder. Oh yes, he was enjoying every moment of it just as I was!
When I reluctantly decided that enough was enough I got him up and allowed him to get dressed. "What a shame I did not pack a cane or two!" I mused to myself but he heard me and before realising what he had said he volunteered, "But I have one I could bring tomorrow...."
Well now! So he wanted another session! How nice! "Very well, then" I said, "you can come at the same time tomorrow and this time bring a cane with you."
The following evening and in fact every evening from then on my young Jim turned up smartly dressed and ready to have his spanking and caning. During the day I had the pleasure of watching him doing his work and there was never a hint which might indicate that something was going on between us but every evening I had even greater pleasure in dealing with my new found friend. Whereas at the beginning of the week I was dreading the evenings now I was looking forward to them all day long!
On the last day the time came for me to settle my bill for all the extras I had had and the manager of the hotel who was at the desk asked me if I had enjoyed my stay and had I found everything to my satisfaction. I was fumbling with my wallet and foolishly mentioned that everything had been fine except the first day when my shirt had been ruined by the beach boy tripping up and pouring a drink all over me. I dont know why I said that I certainly did not want to get him into trouble so I quickly added that he had been extremely efficient and helpful for the rest of his week and I certainly was not complaining.
The manager looked at me quizzically. " I dont understand it. Young Jim does not need to work here. His parents, Mr and Mrs Klass, own the hotel and are very wealthy. What is more he has only been working here for three weeks and you are the third guest with the same story of having had something poured over him on the first day......"
The penny dropped. I hadnt bumped into Jim and he hadnt tripped over anything. He had done it all deliberately it was his way of trying to get someone to spank him when he could hardly approach a guest and ask him directly. "The cunning little devil," I thought to myself and grinned, " but it sure made for a great holiday!"