A couple days after I sent off the letter to the principal to Brad -- see Finding a Daddy - Part 2 -- I received the following.
"Dear Mr. Needhams:
"By now you will have received Tony's letter of apology with a detailed description of his ordeal on Saturday morning. My son was well spanked several times and put through an embarrassing ordeal that he will not soon forget. Nor will I let him. He has many sessions to go across my knee - the number and severity of which will depend on his grades and behavior in the coming weeks.
"That is not why I'm writing to you, however. My purpose now is to express my extreme displeasure in how you handled this situation - like an amateur not the seasoned professional I would expect a man of your station to be.
"Why would you have trusted a boy with notes describing his performance? You have both my phone number and e-mail address. Why was I not invited in writing to the school open houses? This entire situation could have been avoided if you'd have used common sense and treated me with the respect I deserve as a parent who pays a great deal of money to ensure my son is well schooled.
"To be frank, I've half a mind to come to the school and reward your own immature behavior with a good long bare-bottomed spanking across my thighs. I suspect as a result you might think twice about how you correspond with me in the future.
"Yours sincerely, Brad Ambrose"
I took this to be the setup for our next scene, but I thought I'd play with Brad a bit to raise the intensity. So Mr. Needhams replied:
"Dear Mr. Ambrose:
"I was about to write you in response to Tony's letter when I received your own. I'm now faced with a rather novel situation. The son tells me his father has given me permission to spank him, and the father threatens to give me a spanking! Really, Mr. Ambrose. Are you serious?
"Though I'm inclined to think you have made this statement only in order to get your point across, I feel that I should point out that your suggestion could not be carried out, were you serious. We couldn't have a parent come here and give the principal of the school, the symbol of authority, a spanking. It would undermine all my authority here. And we both know 55 year old males do not get spankings.
"But I am forced to admit that I did not handle the situation as well as I could have. When Tony brought back the first note, I should have compared the signature with what we have on file. I thought it odd that the notes would not have elicited some remark from you, but we do have parents who do not participate in their sons' education. Looking back on it, I see several things I should have done, which I now regret. You have raised issues that I have not thought of before, though I have been in this business for many years. I wonder how many other boys were able to deceive me, relying on the knowledge that I wouldn't make a further attempt to contact their parents.
"Your unhappiness with this situation is completely understandable. I would feel the same way if my son were involved. One would expect those operating in loco parentis to make every effort to keep parents informed. I promise you that I will institute a policy here that no teacher, including myself, relies on the student to relay messages to parents. We have the technological means to insure that the message gets through. Not that any of this excuses how I messed up. When I think what could have happened, if I hadn't finally made further effort to reach you, I feel ashamed.
"Please accept my heartfelt apology. Perhaps it is too bad that 55 year old males don't get spankings. I would be willing to discuss this matter further with you, but would prefer we do not meet here at the school.
"Yours truly, Oscar Oscar Needhams, Principal"
I got another reply from Brad, describing in detail what he'd liked about our first meeting, which was just about everything. But there was no mention of Mr. Needhams upcoming spanking. He asked me to come up with a scenario for our second meeting, telling me he'd have to spank me for insubordination if I didn't. I didn't have to dig too deep into my bad of tricks to come up with the following.
"One of my hot fantasies is the idea of adult being made to take childish punishments. I don't know if you've read any of Eddie Knapps offerings on MMSA Stories MMSA, but he's a guy, my age, who regularly gets spankings, enemas, mouth soapings, etc. from guys for real misbehavior. Stories along the same lines are hot.
"That's why I found your threat to spank Mr. Needhams so hot. I thought that was a masterstroke on your part. You may remember he described how he disciplined his own sons. Wouldn't it be appropriate to turn the tables on him. Adults who shirk their adult responsibilities should be treated like children.
"But I'm sure there must be something the adult Tony has done that merits your attention. I know I've been spending a lot of time cruising spanking porn on the Web. Really, I just tend to waste a lot of time and avoid things I should be doing. I'm always getting into trouble with my mouth, saying things I probably shouldn't. I figure it's better to tell you these things now rather than have you find out later.
"Now that we've set the scene, I think we can assume our dynamic is in place. There's no reason you shouldn't feel entitled to sit me on your lap (very childish, and hot) and have a talk with me about what I've been doing since you last attended to me. No reason to even raise your voice (I find a calm but determined spanker the ideal) If there is anything you are unhappy with, then you could tell me what the punishment will be. Perhaps you will have instructed me what to prepare in advance, just in case it is called for.
"Tony"
Brad replied that it sounded like a plan, and that it was a good thing I'd come forward and told him things that needed correcting. It would be far worse if I were hiding anything from him. He'd be over on Monday afternoon. I figured that that would be the last contact before Monday, but then this arrived on Sunday.
"Thanks for the invite to stop by tomorrow around 3. I know your plan is that after a chat we end up in bed - and while you'll have been _f_u_c_k_ed well by the time I leave - I'm afraid there is some other business we need to attend to. We need to talk.
"A friend asked me recently what you were like. I had to think a bit before I responded. While you're a 55 year old adult male - that is far from how I'd describe you. I finally told him - 'Tony is a selfish brat. His behavior is that of a naughty boy and seldom more.' How a man can make it to your age, Tony, and still behave as if he's never been disciplined to act like a grown man, I'll never know.
"I thought about simply never seeing you again - but that's not who I am. Besides, I do like _f_u_c_k_ing you from time to time. But I can't keep seeing you unless there are some MAJOR changes in your behavior and attitude. Bottom line.
"I've thought about how to deal with you and I see few choices. If you behave like my 8 year old nephew, then I have the same obligation to teach you a lesson that I have with him. And since the two of you are so alike in your selfish, immature and irresponsible ways - then the same methods of behavior change shall apply. In other words, Tony, what you need and what you will get tomorrow is a good old-fashioned spanking.
"When I get there tomorrow I expect the following. Have that straightback chair from your bedroom in the living room. Have the small bath brush and the light paddle in plain sight in the living room. Also - because you need to be cleansed inside and out - I want your enema bag out and in plain sight. And since you can't be trusted to hold your water as any other adult would, I want you to have diapers pampers and baby powder available. If I end up having to clean your foul mouth out with soap as well, so be it. I'm sorry to have to put you through such a humiliating ordeal - but you have left me no choice. You are a sorry excuse for a man - much less a friend - and you're about to be taught the lesson you should have learned years ago.
"See you tomorrow.
"Brad"
Wow. This guy may have said I had the fertile imagination, but just give him an idea and he would run with it! My first thought was that I had to go shopping for diapers. I didn't stop a minute to question the order. I knew I had to do it. I don't know how many of you have shopped for such things, but it was an experience. I finally found some adult diaper briefs that could be altered into reasonable diapers. As I was checking out at the store, and set the baby powder on the counter, it struck me how ridiculous the situation was. I asked myself if I would really go through with this, or if Brad would.
Monday afternoon finally came, and I was waiting almost as nervously for a first meeting. It didn't matter that we'd met once before. I knew from Brad's letter that this would be different. And I wondered if he would come. I always wonder if the other guy will show up. I guess I don't really believe anyone is really interested in spanking me. And I thought about that as I waited.
A brisk knock on the door woke me up, and I soon had the door open and was engulfed in a hug from Brad. I offered to get him a drink, but he insisted he'd make it. That would be the drill every time we met, though I didn't know the significance of that yet.
We sat in the living room, with the straightback chair in place, with the bathbrush and paddle sitting ominously on the seat. The pleasantries were short. The "How've you been? What have you been doing?" sort of thing. It only took a couple minutes to get that out of the way, then Brad patted his thigh and told me to come over and sit on his lap. I went to sit on one knee, but he moved my legs so I was really sitting in is lap, on both thighs, like a kid.
"Did you get my email?"
Thinking he was referring to the message about how much he'd enjoyed our last meeting, I gleefully said, "Yeah, it was great."
"The email about your behavior, son?" That brought me back to the present, and into the scene.
"Yes I did, sir."
"And did you like what you read?"
"No, sir. I didn't."
"Would you like to tell me what part you didn't especially like?"
"The part about the spanking."
"Well, Tony, spanking is only part of what's going to happen this afternoon. By the time I'm finished there is going to be one very sorry young man. Now, I want you to tell me what you've done I should spank you for."
"I've been spending too much time on the Internet," I began. One look at Brad's frown, and I knew I'd have to be more explicit than that. "Cruising the spanking porn sites."
"And I imagine playing with yourself while you're doing it. An I right?"
"Yes, sir."
"Go on,"
"I spend too much time I should be doing other things looking at these sites, reading stories and looking at the pictures."
"I know how we can deal with that. What else?"
"I get into trouble with m mouth, with what I say. I don't watch what I say to people, and I gossip about people."
"And do you use swear words?"
"Yes."
"Well, we've dealt with your mouth before. I guess we'll have to do it again. Is there anything else?"
"No, sir."
"Are you sure?"
I could tell from his tone that Brad knew there was something else, but I couldn't think of it. "No, sir. I don't know of anything else."
"Well, we'll talk about that later. Now stand up."
I got to my feet and Brad began to undress me, nearly ripping my clothes off. I was naked in a minute, and in another he was seated in the chair and I was over his knee getting treated to a "thigh ride" as he smacked my butt with heavy swats.
"This is what happens to boys who waste time on the Internet looking at porn. They get their little butts spanked hard. We're going to have to give you a few spankings today, Tony. I can see it takes a lot to get through to you, but I will get through to you before I'm finished today."
My butt was stinging and feeling really hot by the time he told me to get up and go to the corner.
"Lean forward, I want your nose in the corner. Spread those legs, and brace yourself with your left hand on the wall. Now grab your _c_o_c_k_ in your right hand and start stroking."
"Yes, sir."
"Are you enjoying this like you did cruising the porn sites?"
"No sir."
"You know why you're here."
"Yes, sir. Because I was cruising the porn sites."
"That's one reason. But the main reason your standing in the corner with your bare, red ass sticking out is because you're a naughty boy. Say it!"
"I'm a naughty boy."
"Again."
"I'm a naughty boy."
"Keep saying it."
"I'm a naughty boy. I'm a naughty boy. I'm a naughty boy..." I kept saying it for what seemed like half an hour.
"And what do naughty boys deserve?'
"Spankings."
"Right. They deserve to be spanked. Say it, "I'm a naughty boy, and I deserve to be spanked. And don't stop stroking your dick. No one told you to stop."
"I'm a naughty boy, and I deserve to be spanked. I'm a..."
Between the litany I was reciting, and my playing with my _c_o_c_k_ I was rock hard and dripping. I was afraid I was going to come right there and tried to distract my mind. But that was impossible when saying I was a naughty boy who deserved spanking. Finally Brad told me to get down on the floor and crawl to the chair. Then he pulled me over is lap again.
"So, Tony. You know you're a naughty boy who needs a spanking? I'm happy to oblige. You're going to be here for a little while."
And Brad started spanking me hard again with his hand, getting into a solid rhythm that set my buttcheeks bouncing and me squirming.
"Now, Tony, there's the question of your language. Tell me what you said."
"I used swear words."
"I said tell me what you said." WHAP, WHAP, WHAP. These three swats were given with the bactbrush.
"I said '_f_u_c_k_.'"
WHAP, WHAP. "What else?"
"I called a guy a _c_o_c_k_sucker." WHAP, WHAP. "I said 'bitch,' 'cunt' ..." and I went on reciting every obscenity I knew.
"What did I tell you about cussing in front of me?" he said as he picked up the rhythm with the brush. Certainly he wasn't going to blame me for this, when he told me to tell him? "You know I don't like your cussing. All I asked you was what you said, and there you go cussing again. I can see you need our mouth washed out again."
He pushed me off his lap, then grabbed me by the upper arm and dragged me into the bath. I was soon sitting on the toilet seat watching him lather up the bar of Ivory soap.
"I don't see a washcloth, so I'll just have to use my hand. Open!" He pulled down on my lower jaw with his left hand and shoved the soapy fingers of his right in. He lathered around the sides then over the tongue. I was soon gagging.
"Please, sir, stop. I think I'm going to throw up."
"Then go right ahead and throw up. You deserve this and I'm not going to stop until I think your mouth is cleaned of all that filth you've been saying."
I managed to control my gagging enough to keep my mouth open until he was done, in another couple minutes.
"Now rinse your mouth once, then get on top on the bed on your knees, with your shoulders down on the bed."
I didn't delay getting into position, well aware that I was fully exposed. The sound of running water let me know he was getting the enema bag ready in the bathroom.
"I won't use any soap this time, only water. But I'm going to clean you out good."
The next sound I heard was the tube of lotion being opened. Then there was the command, "Reach back and spread your cheeks with your hands." I couldn't have been more exposed.
I felt Brad's lubed linger work it's way into my ass, and then all around. He withdrew it and replaced it with the enema nozzle. I was ordered to hold the nozzle in place.
"OK, Tony, here it comes. Just relax so we can get this enema into you."
I felt the water working it's way into my bowels. Brad was taking his time, so I filled gradually. He massaged my stomach to help me take more.
"Can you feel it inside you, Tony. It's going to take a lot to do you some good. But you'll be a different boy after your enema."
When he was satisfied I'd taken enough, Brad removed the nozzle and told me to lie on my back on the bed. He took the enema bag to the bathroom, then came back and picked up the diaper and baby powder I'd left on the dresser. Brad grabbed my legs and pulled them back so I was in the classic diaper position.
"Hold those legs up there, Tony. I've got work to do here. And don't stop playing with your dick."
With that he began powdering me like an expert. I hadn't smelled baby powder in many years. It brought back memories. I could feel the enema in me, the soft diaper under me, and all the sensations from the spanking concentrated in my raging _c_o_c_k_. When he slipped the diaper around me I was at the brink of coming.
"Please, sir. I think I'm going to come."
"Are you sure you can't stop it? Well, go on and come. It will just make your next spanking hurt more."
In two strokes I had a massive orgasm in the diaper and sank back on the pillow.
"Now that you've done that, get over here Tony. I want you to spread your legs as far as you can. Now lean against the wall. No I want you out further so it's not too comfortable. Yeah that's it. Now you stand there as long as you can holding that enema. I know you're wearing a diaper, but I don't want any leaks. When you're ready, I'll let you use the toilet, if I think you're ready."
I surprised myself at how long I was able to hold that enema in that position. But I had Brad scolding and lecturing me about being an immature little boy who needed a daddy to take care of him. That must have distracted me. I know the thought filled and took over my mind. I was in this humiliating position, with an enema filling me, wearing a diaper that covered a well-spanked bottom, and I couldn't object.
After a few minutes Brad asked me if I was OK. I told him I was and could hold it longer, which he said was good. But eventually I had to ask him to use the toilet. He told me to go to the bathroom, but of course I couldn't close the door. And he soon joined me and removed the diaper, then stood over me, commenting on my position.
"Isn't this disgraceful, Tony. Being on the toilet with dad standing over you. You are probably used to your privacy, well you just lost it. Naughty boys don't deserve to be modest. So you just go on and do your business. Get that all out of you. "
I had no choice but to comply, but the ordeal took far longer than I wanted and my embarrassment only increased. Brad was already filling the bathtub, so I knew there was more to come.
When I finally announced I was done, Brad told me to wipe myself well and get into the tub. He then soaped the washcloth and began to scrub me, none too gently. He started with my hair and face, working his way down to my waist. Then I had to get up on my knees so he could wash my private areas fore and aft, taking special care with the rear end.
"I saw you were none too clean back there when I was giving you an enema. You're such a boy. You can't even keep yourself clean. Daddy has to do it for you. You'll be squeaky clean when I'm through."
I did feel like he'd taken off a layer of skin by the time I was ordered out of the tub so he could dry me, then it was back to the bed and into another diaper.
"I'm going to have to spank you extra hard for you to feel it through this diaper, But you will feel it. Now, back to the living room."
This time he grabbed my ear and pulled me after him. He walked straight to the chair, which he'd moved so it was against the couch, and in one motion he seated himself and threw me across his lap, with my upper body supported by the seat of the couch.
"I'm going to paddle you now, Tony, and that will be your last punishment for the Internet cruising and the cussing. But there is still something else."
The paddling over the diaper didn't sting as much as the brush on the bare butt, at least not as first. But steady strong bowls soon had their effect on my already well-tenderized ass. I squirmed, kicked, and even tried to lift up a couple of times, but Brad easily held me in place.
"You are going nowhere young man, until I tell you to. I told you a spanking would hurt more after you came, but you couldn't wait. So, this is what you get."
The swats got more rapid, and more than a couple struck below the diaper, with marked effect. Though my struggling against Brad's grip was in vain, struggle I did, until he let me up and pushed me once again into the corner.
"OK Tony, we're coming to the last phase. This is for the worst thing you did, and I'm going to spank you until you cry. I'm not going to stop until there are tears. I don't care if you are bruised and bleeding. You're going to take it all, and you are gong to break down like the little boy your really are. Just stand there and think about it for a few minutes, but don't you dare move or turn around."
Brad went off to the kitchen, and I heard the sounds of drink making. He moved around very quietly, but I was soon aware that he was in the room with me, probably staring at my back. My butt was sore and the diaper did a good job of holding in the heat, my mouth had the taste of soap in it, I'd been literally and figuratively flushed out. And still there was more to come. I was almost relieved when Brad grabbed me by the ear and led me to the spanking chair and over his lap.
"Now we come to the worst thing you did, Tony," he said, as he unfastened the diaper and exposed my ass. "Spending your time jerking off over spanking sites and using foul language are bad enough, but this was really inexcusable. Do you have any idea of what I'm talking about?"
"No, sir." Brad sounded really angry. I knew this was no joke, but really had no idea what he was upset about.
"Don't you remember what you said in your email after the last time we got together? When you offered to switch roles? To top me?" Brad began to spank me with the paddle. "What were you thinking? You spanking me!
"I was so pissed at you when I read that," and he was showing it by the way he was belaboring my butt, "I wanted to come over here and spank you right away. I should have. Maybe I wouldn't have been as angry as I am now. And I'm going to show you just how angry. I'm going to spank you until you're crying. I want to know that I've gotten through to you. I don't care if you're black and blue. I don't care if you're bleeding. But you will be bawling like a baby by the time I'm through."
What? He was this pissed over a light-hearted remark? I thought I was being friendly when I made the offer. Most guys I'd played with were into both sides of the game. I asked myself how I'd gotten into this situation. I felt my butt getting sorer and sorer. I told myself that there was no way I was going to get a spanking for something like this, something I knew wasn't wrong. I was innocent. I wouldn't stand for this. I didn't have to take it!
But I was getting a spanking, and a hell of a spanking at that.
"So why did you do it, Tony?"
I was disgusted with the whole thing. I pushed myself up on my elbows and snarled, "I thought I was doing something nice, something you'd like." Funny, but what came out of my mouth didn't sound at all like a snarl, but like a kid making excuses.
"Something nice? Insulting me like that? You really are hopeless. I don't know why I even bother to try to teach you anything."
How long would this spanking go on? I had to stop it. And I tried. I pushed myself up, and he held me down. I kicked and squirmed, and he didn't miss a beat. I couldn't get away from him. For the first time in my life I was getting a spanking I didn't want, and one that I knew I didn't deserve. But perhaps it was a spanking I needed?
The frustration built and built in me until I thought I'd lost all control of my mind. I didn't want to give in, to give him the satisfaction of thinking he'd broken me, but I heard myself pleading, "Please, sir. I've had enough. Please stop. I won't do it again."
"You haven't had enough. And I'm not stopping until you show me you are really sorry."
At that point I'd have done anything to show him what he wanted to see. I could set my will against his, and fight internally and defiantly, but I was learning that I was not in control of this situation. Probably for the first time ever I had to admit I wasn't in control, that I was wrong, and I'd offended someone I cared for.
That must have been what did it, what made me start sobbing. "Please, Dad. Don't spank me any more. I can't take any more." The sound that came out couldn't have been me, I thought. The voice quavered, racked my sobs. A broken voice from a broken will. The voice of surrender.
I don't know when Brad stopped spanking me. I was shaking and sobbing completely out of control when he told me to get up and led me back to the wall. He spread my feet far apart and made me lean into the wall with my butt out.
"OK, Tony. That was your spanking. Now you can stay like that until you get some control of yourself."
I didn't think that was going to happen anytime soon. I was crying even harder now than when I'd been over his thighs.
"Just let it all out, Tony. You've needed to cry for a long time. You think you are such a smart man, but you are really just a little boy who needs a daddy. Well, son, you've found one." And that announcement was greeted with more tears from me. I sobbed, cried, and shook, without any control on my part. It was nothing like I'd ever experienced, as I stood there by the wall, presenting myself to my dad.
I managed to get some control of myself after a while and was aware my legs were getting sore. Before I could devote much thought to that, I felt Brad inserting a lubed finger into my anus and working it around. He followed with a couple others. The sound of a packet being torn open told me what was next.
He took me there against the wall and started by _f_u_c_k_ing me deeply but gently, as he stroked my disk. He kept it up as long as my legs could stand it, but I eventually had to tell him they were about to give way, and he walked me to the bed, never removing his dick from me. I bent over the edge and we _f_u_c_k_ed. I got up on the bed on my hands and knees, and he continued. I went flat on my stomach, and he never let up. On my back with my ankles around my ears, I was treated to a proper rodgering. We kissed deeply. We both were in sync as he built to a rending climax. Then we both collapsed on the bed and lay there entangled for a couple minutes as we recovered.
"You know this makes you my bitch boy, Tony. Say it?
"I'm your bitch boy, sir."
"Yes. You're my boy for life. And you've got a daddy for life now. But you can't tell anyone about it, not even your partner. I know you told me you have an open relationship, but this has to be secret. I can't tell mine. You can't tell yours. Understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"It's OK to call me 'Brad.' Or 'Dad.'"
"OK, Dad."
Here I was in the arms of a guy who had spanked me black and blue, and bloody. Put me through the most humiliating afternoon of my life. And I was happy. So very, very happy. I'd been broken and reduced to a sobbing, tearful mess, and I didn't hate him. I'd come close during the last spanking, but I'd transcended it. I was content. The only thing I could have wanted more would have been for him to stay, which he couldn't. All our meetings were to have time constraints.
And soon there would be other constraints as well. Factors would change the nature of our relationship, as well as both of us. But for the moment it was bliss. And after he left, as I put away the equipment, and then massaged my ravaged butt with arnica, I basked in the warmth emanating from that area and radiating through my body. I'd found my perfect daddy.
TO BE CONTINUED