Lee and I had always had a pretty egalatarian relationship. If he needed his ass whipped, I'd be the top; if I needed my ass whipped, I'd be the bottom. There was an understanding that we were there to do what needed to be done to the other. So when I called Lee that January morning and said, "Good morning, Sir," Lee knew it wasn't the egalitarian, friend to friend call. It was a bottom to top notice that I needed my ass whipped.
Never slow to pick up on the clues of life, Lee immediately responded with "I haven't even had breakfast yet, boy. This had better be important."
"Sir, aside from needing your hand and variety of tools across my ass this morning, I'll even wait for that and fix you breakfast, if you want. I have to go up and check out the cabin and thought you might want to go along.......actually, Sir, I was hoping you would consent to go along and take care of........ some business."
"You're in luck, boy, my plans for this morning just changed and I'm free. Meet me at Wally World in a half hour. And bring some eggs and bacon. I don't want cereal and powdered that's being laying around the cabin for months for breakfast on a morning like this. And make a thermos of coffee. Got that?"
"Yes, Sir." and I hung up to hurry and get things done and together and be at Wally World in a half an hour.
Thermos of coffee, eggs, bacon and OJ and I was parked in front of Wally World 2 minutes before Lee pulled in. He got out of his car with a NIKE sack that I knew contained the various implements of discipline that he had accumulated--or made--over the last few years. I had met--or used-- most of them. He threw them in the back seat and opened the front door to get in. He had something blue in his hand and then I recognized it.
Sitting on the seat beside me, Lee reached over and snapped a dog collar around my neck with the leash falling over the back of the seat. I had often been upitty in sessions and Lee had dealt with that by insisting I wear a collar as a sign of submission. This was starting out right from the start. I was just glad no one else was on the parking lot to see me be collared. I nodded. Said the expected, "thank you, Sir." and went to start the car.
Lee put his hand on mine as I turned the ignition. "Not yet. Unzip" and pointed at my crotch. Obediently, I unzipped my jeans and looked over for further instructions. Lee had a one foot length or so of red ribbon in his hand and he said nothing but reached in my heans and took out my _c_o_c_k_, tied the red ribbon around it with a little bow and said, "Now, let's go. Just a further reminder"
I started to put my _c_o_c_k_ back in my jeans and zip up. "If didn't tell you to put it away, you'd best leave it out, boy. Let's go."
I breathed a deep sigh and started the engine. We were going about 15 miles on the interstate with truckers sitting up in their cabs looking at passing traffic and here I was driving along the interstate with a red ribbon around my _d_i_c_k_.
It was a typical Michigan dull grey January morning. There was a 4 - 5 inch accumulation of snow and a misty fine flurry of snow as we drove along the interstate. I did my best to make sure I passed trucks on the right so my bowtie _d_i_c_k_ wouldn't be obvious. But there was one truck.....I'm not so sure and have no idea what he thought.
It took about 30 minutes to reach the cabin. It was winterized and we kept the heat on, fortunately, and I carried the groceries in to fix the promised breakfast. I felt a little awkward with my _d_i_c_k_ hanging out but I thought maybe I could just slip it in my jeans as got breakfast and Lee wouldn't notice. I set the groceries on the counter and was about to innocently slip my _d_i_c_k_ back in my jeans before turning around and taking off my jacket when Lee let me know what I really going to be doing.
"I'll have a cup of that coffee now. You strip. You can keep your socks, collar and that cute little red _d_i_c_k_ie bow tie on and you make breakfast. Then we'll get down to work. Put your clothes on the chair in the corner." Lee picked up the thermos and poured himself a cup of coffee as he watched me strip and place my clothes obediently on the chair.
I started into the kitchen and asked, "Do you want your eggs fried or scambled, Sir?"
"I want to eat my eggs by a warm fire. So get some wood and I'll start a fire. Then you can fry me up some bacon and eggs. "
"But the woods in the shed at the end of the walk....you made me strip ,,,I'm naked. It's snowing and the temperature's in the 20s!" I stammered in disbelief.
"Yep. I suggest you hurry."
It was 30 feet or so across the yard to the wood shed. I smiled ironically. Here I was. Naked in a woodshed....and the only reason was to get wood. I grabbed 3 or 4 logs and raced back to the cabin.
Lee took the logs and started a fire while I fried up half a dozen strips of bacon and 4 eggs. The fire getting started when Lee walked into the kitchen as I slid 2 eggs and 3 strips of bacon on each plate and set them on the table.
Lee walked up. Picked up one plate and slid the bacon and eggs onto the other. "Big breakfast. I can't eat all that. Here.....let me give you and egg." He slid one egg off the plate, back onto the other and set it on the floor. "If you lick you plate clean, maybe I'll give you a strip of bacon or two."
Lee sat down and watched. I knew what I was to do. I got down on all fours, collar and leash appropriately around my neck and ate the egg....like a dog. Lee motionned and I sat--in a squat at his right hand as he ate breakfast. He patted my head, and scratched me ears....and he said if I spoke, I could have some bacon. I did.
"In my sack, you'll find our tools for the morning. I want you to go over and bring them back, one at a time and line them up here on the table." I did. One by one I retrieved a custom made wooded paddle, a 3 in wide leather belt, a razon strap, a hair brush, a riding crup, a broken fan belt, a car washing brush, a cat of nine tails and a piece of rubber hose. As I brought each one, Lee made me hand him the tool, turn and bend over while he took a practice swing at my ass with it.
As ordered, I replied to each swat with a "thank you, Sir. I look forward to having more of the same."
The tools were lined up on the table. "Pick 3 numbers." Lee was great at little games in disciplinary sessions.
"3 - 7 -9" I volunteered.
"Now, pick one: A or M."
"A, Sir"I replied.
"A, huh. Ok. A is addition; M is multiplication. So let's see 3 + 7 + 9 is 19. but 3 x 7 x 9 is 189. So, by my calculations, you've gotten yourself 19 strokes or minutes with each tool. Let's get busy."
Lee picked up the leash and led me to the couch in front of the fire. He sat down and put me OTK. He had brought the kitchen timer with him. "19 stokes OTK....that's nothing. Let's start with 19 minutes." He set the timer and began spanking me with his hand for the next 19 minutes. Fortunately for me, he needed a break after 10 minutes. I was sore--bur warm from the fire and Lee's hand by the time the 19 minutes were up.
We moved through a series of positions and tools and after an hour or so I was lying on my back ,holding my legs over my head with my arms under my knees while Lee paddled me. I may have moved slightly or something, but a whack of the paddle caught my balls and I suddenly screamed with a different kind of pain. And swore.
Swearing was a definite no-no to Lee. I knew--immediately--there would be a price to pay. "Little hor headed, are we? Well, I can cool that off" Lee left the room and I doubled over on the bed in pain. In moments I felt Lee pulling the leash and standing me up. He had gotten his coat on and was leading me outside. As we went by the kitchen table I saw him grab the leather belt, a rope and handcuffs. We went out the door and across the snow covered lawn to the oak tree in the front yard.
:"Make like Al Gore and hug that tree." I wrapped my arms around the tree and Lee snapped the cuffs on my wrist securing my body to the bark of the tree. The wind had plastered a coat of snow on the south side of the tree--the side I was on. So I found my face, chest and boy parts plastered in snow against the rough bark of the tree. Lee tied a rope around my left knee and tied it around the tree to the right knee. The effect was that as Lee whipped my ass with the leather belt, I had no ability to move at all.
"Let's see how long it takes to re-warm your ass enough to melt some snow." He scooped up handful of snow and packed my ass crack with it. Then he went to warming my ass with the belt." If we can do it in 19 stokes, lucky you. But if may take 19 or 119....we'll have to see."
15 or 20 stokes later...due to body heat or the action of the belt, I felt the snow in my ass melting and running down my leg. After 35 stokes, Lee announced. "melted." He undid the cuffs, the leg tie and led be back into the house.
Lee removed the collar, the leash and the red _d_i_c_k_ bow. He through the afghan around my shoulders and set me on the hearth by the fire, made me a cup of hot chocolate, let me get warm, dressed and drove me home.