Earlier, Bob had learned to use the pancake turner and his belt to get me to keep the apartment clean. After the ferocious licking he had given me when we got back from a trip, I kept it as clean as he wanted. While I didn't get it for messing up the apartment, Bob found other reasons to paddle my butt from time to time while we were room mates.

One other thing that seemed to get him really ticked off was using his things. It wasn't that he was selfish, he just didn't like other people to use his things because he thought no one else was careful enough. For example, he didn't like me to play his stereo Bob's methods in breaking me from using his stuff was similar to his getting me to keep the apartment clean.

The first time it came up was when he came home from work one day and I was playing his stereo. He walked into the room and turned it off. "Didn't I tell you not to play my stereo?" he asked. I told him that he had never said anything about it. That seemed to make him sort of angry but he told me not to do it again. It was maybe a week later when he came home and I was playing his stereo again. I hadn't really forgotten but really hadn't taken him too seriously and just thought he had been in bad mood. Once again, Bob came in, walked up to the stereo, and switched it off. This time, still in his suit from work, he unbuckled the belt he had on and slipped it off, doubling it up and telling me to get up and "drop trou". I asked what he was doing and he told me that I was getting a spanking for playing with his stereo when he had asked me not to. I told him that I had forgotten.

"Well, lets see if a good spanking helps you remember a little better in the future. Drop trou and bend over the couch…now!" Bob said, holding his belt in hand. I guess I knew I would lose this argument so I lowered my pants and bent over the couch, exposing my butt, covered just by my jockey shorts, to Bob and his belt. SLASH! The first swat really stung. Even though it was his dress belt, and wasn't too heavy, Bob was swinging it really hard. The first swat was followed by two dozen stingers. Half way through I was in my practice of begging Bob to stop, but it did no good, he just kept spanking until he felt I had learned a lesson, then he told me to get up and pull my pants up. When I did that, he sent me to my room for the rest of the evening.

After that, when I wanted to play his stereo, I usually turned it off before he came home. One time, though, I left one of my tapes in the stereo and on Saturday he found the tape. He asked me what the tape was doing there. I didn't say anything.

"I guess you know what this means, don't you, Tim?" Bob asked. I guess I did and nodded. Bob led me down the hall to his bedroom and went to the closet. He searched around for a minute and pulled out his heavy brown belt, which he doubled up and came over to the bed. "Drop trou and bend over the bed" I lowered my pants and bend over the edge of Bob's bed. Without another word, Bob started spanking me really hard with his brown belt, delivering really hard strokes one after another. This time he gave me about thirty swats before he let me up. "If you use my stereo again, you won't sit down for a month!". I was pretty sore but I hadn't cried out too much because I guess I was getting a little used to Bob's spankings.

Maybe a little too used to them because a few weeks later I decided to use his stereo one more time. This time I remembered to take the tape out but I forgot to turn it off. It was Saturday morning when Bob discovered it and came marching into my room. He was really angry and his face was pretty red. He had his brown belt in hand and he came over to the bed. He threw the covers back and told me to roll over on my stomach. I slept in my jockey shorts and was glad, at least for a moment, to have them on. "You left the stereo on" was all Bob said, and then he started spanking me once again, giving me more than thirty swats with his belt. I was yelling out pretty good this time because he was hitting me a lot harder than the last time and I was really sore when he was done. Or when I thought he was done. When he stopped with the belt, he threaded it back on his jeans and told me to get up and get dressed. After I got got dressed and went out into the living room, Bob told me he wanted to make sure I didn't play with his stuff again and that he thought maybe the belt wasn't as good a deterrent as he thought. He said we were going to go shopping and get something to help me learn to keep my hands off his stuff. I asked what he was talking about and Bob said we were going to go buy a paddle. Well, you can bet I tried talking him out of this but a few mintues later we were in his car, headed God knows where. All I know is that I was wondering where Bob planned to buy a paddle and how much it was going to hurt.

I tried talking him out of his plan while we were driving but only made him madder and he told me that I was going to get two more spankings that day and if I wanted to go into the next day, to keep talking. Finally, we pulled into a sporting goods store and went in and looked around. This was really embarrassing. First, he went and looked at the ping pong paddles, with me at his side. He even picked one up and gave me a swat with it to see how it would work. SMACK! It was a hard swat and it stung but I guess Bob didn't think it was good enough. I just kept hoping nobody would see us. He finally picked out what looked like a large ping pong paddle but was apparently for some time of different game called paddle ball. It was made of wood, about ˝ inch thick, and oval shapped. When we got to the check out counter, the clerk asked if he didn't mean to get two and Bob said the boy only had one butt! The clerk must have understood what Bob meant because he didn't say anything else.

When we got home, Bob marched me into the living room, sat on the couch, and told me to take my pants down and get over his lap. I did what he said real quick and Bob started spanking me with the paddle. Boy, it really hurt. Fortunately, Bob must have understood that it really hurt so he didn't take my undershorts down, just paddled right over them, giving me about twenty hard swats with the wooden paddle. I was kicking my legs and crying pretty good when he was done. Finally, he let me up and we went through the rest of the day. I had forgotten about his warning about a second spanking until that night when we were out and about. Before we left to go home, Bob reminded me that I had another spanking coming when we got home so I had better think about it.

When we got back to the apartment, Bob unbuckled his heavy brown belt and pulled it off. I just lowered my pants without being told. Then, to my surprise, Bob told me to take my underpants down too. I hesitated for just a moment but did what I was told, standing there naked as a jaybird. Bob sat on the couch, bent me over his left knee, and laid into my bare butt with his leather belt, this time giving me over forty swats, really hard ones. After only a handful, I was blubbering like a little boy begging "Bobby" to please stop, but he didn't. When he let me up, I promised to never touch his stereo again, and I didn't. Then Bob hung the paddle on the kitchen wall for both of us to see and it was right there available for him from time to time when he needed to use it.