This is a true story of my meeting with a man whome I met over the net. It involves consensual spanking of me by an older man. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed the spankings described below.
I finally did it. After weeks of agonizing and exchanging e-mails, I called up "uncle" John, a man I met through Internet personals and he came to pick me up at school. I couldn't sleep the night before and was nervous the whole morning. At 10.30 the phone rang. It was him and he was on campus waiting for me. We met and I got in the car and set out for a three hour ride to his house. On the way, I regretted my decision about a hundred times, but it was already too late. Uncle John asked a few times if I was ready for my spanking. "As ready as one can be for a spanking", I replied. When we stopped for a bathroom break along the way, uncle John ligthly slapped my bottom before getting back into the car and gave me a raging hard-on for the rest of the way.
After we arrived at uncle John's secluded house, he showed me around briefly. He told to let him know when I am ready for my spanking. In the meantime, he went to get things ready. After about five minutes of me standing around nervously, uncle John asked: "Are you ready for your spanking, Peter?" I said yes. All of a sudden, he became very stern: "Get into the study, take your pants and briefs off and wait for me." In his study, I saw a straight-backed chair, his small oak paddle, a slightly larger "Board of Education" paddle and a folded-over leather belt. I did not have to wait very long. "Peter, you can take those shorts of, too", said uncle John noticing my boxers. Reluctantly, I complied. Then he sat down in the chair and said: "Get over my knees and make sure you are comfortable, because you will be spending a while there." As I lay upside down, I thought: "I am finally where I dreamt about being for years."
Uncle John's hand came down on my left buttock. It wasn't that bad. Then right buttock, left, and about 20 more alternating spanks. All the while, uncle John lectured me about my behavior and how he is gonna make sure it will change for the better. After those first spanks, uncle John began delivering three or four on each cheek, which hurt a little more, but still wasn't terrible. But then came the paddle. Boy, it stung. I received about 40 stinging spanks and some more lecturing. My bum was hurting, but the pain was bearable. Suddenly, my first spanking was over. Uncle John rubbed lotion into my not so sore button and told me I could get dressed. I ran to the bathroom to check out my bum; it was bright red and a little sore.
My second spanking took place about two hours later. As I was walking across the living room, uncle John called me over to the sofa where he was sitting. When I came there, he suddenly reached for my fly, sending shivers throughout my body. He unzipped my jeans and pulled them down along with my boxers. I had to get over his knees again for another session. Traditionally, he started with a hand warm-up. But this time, it was a lot worse. Uncle John delivered perhaps a hundred stinging slaps on my bare bottom. Just when I was feeling like I had enough, uncle John reached for his small oak paddle and gave me 30 or so very stinging spanks with it. Now I thought the spanking was surely over, but lo and behold, it was time for the belt. Uncle John's belt was one made of supple leather, 20 or so inches long when folded over and about 3 inches wide, and he proceeded to give me 19 spanks with it on each cheek (in accordance with my age). This time I was on the verge of crying, but luckily he stopped. After rubbing some lotion into my now very sore bottom, he said: "For your next spanking, I want you to take of your pants and underwear and come to me when you are ready for it."
Somehow, I could not bring myself to do that. But he did not forget. In a few hours, he called me over. This third sessions turned out a lot worse than the previous ones. Uncle John introduced me to his wooden hairbrush. It was about 15 inchess long and 4 inches wide and it stang a far more than the paddle he had used before. I was on the verge of crying, as uncle John spanked me all over my bottom. Then he proceeded to my upper thighs and that very tender spot between my bottom and thighs. As the heavy hairbrush fell on my sore bottom over and over again, I was starting to regret my decision after all...
After this spanking, uncle John promissed me one more before I go to bed that night. We ate some pizza and watched a movie. Then uncle John showed me some of his other spanking implements, without hinting that he was going to use them all on me very soon. Just as I was enjoying my relaxing evening the most, uncle John commanded: "O. K. Peter. It is time for your spanking. You know what to do." I bared my bottom for the fourth time that day and lied over his knees. Again he started with a hand spanking and moved on to one of his paddles. After about 40 or 50 spanks with the paddle, he said: "Get up and go to the bedroom." I started putting my boxer shorts on, but uncle John stopped me. In the bedroom, uncle John arranged two large pillows in the middle of the bed and told me to lie over them. This way my butt was up in the air and I was waiting in suspense. Uncle John left for a few minute, but before leaving he placed his tawse on my bare bottom and told me to thinks about my upcoming whipping. After he returned, he proceeded to give me 19 spanks with the tawse on each of my buttocks. Now this was really serious. I was very thankful when he stopped, but then he put a thick leather strap on my butt while he went to check his e-mail next-door. When he returned, he repeated the 19 spanks per cheek procedure with the strap. The first ten or so were bearable, but the remaining ones chich were coming in a rapid succession made me yell out and kick my legs involuntarily. But this wasn't it, yet. Uncle John next repeated the same treatment on my welted bottom with his belt, which luckily did not hurt so much. I thought: "This must be surely it." I was wrong. Uncle John brought in his 5 inches wide and 20 inch long razor strap. This strap hurt much worse than any of the implements before and had me kicking and yelling by the 3rd or 4th spank on each buttock. I cried, because I was in so much pain, but uncle John completed the full 19 on each side. I couldn't take any more and luckily this was the end. I cried while uncle John massaged some cooling lotion into my welted bottom.
The next day, uncle John drove me home and I haven't had the courage (or chance to slip away from my girlfriend unnoticed) since. But until today, I go through these two days in my mind very often and dream that I will get a chance to be spanked by my "uncle" again some time. After all, I really deserve to be taken over his knees and spanked very hard, if for nothing else, then for waiting two years before writing this story down.