[The following is a letter from a solid guy, just normal, nice American boy, and worth sharing, with his permission here, as several others have written about experiences and feelings like this as well.]
July 26, 1999
Hi Cal,
Here it is . . . as promised, but it wasn't a Sunday I'd like to have to live through anytime in the future EVER!
We'd flown out to California and were staying that weekend with one of Kevin's friends and colleagues. The place as a nice, but small one storing, two bedroom, house in Moro Bay, a nice place, small but quiet. The house was in a neighborhood type area, but it was somewhat by itself.
Anyway Kevin and I were sitting on the couch, in the living room, Sunday afternoon, reading, when the phone rang. A few minutes later Arthur said that he would have to go out for a little while, MAYBE a couple of hours, and we were to make ourselves at home. But at that point I had no idea Kevin was going to take him literally.
Just after Arthur left, Kevin reached out for me, pulling me closer to him on the couch. For about ten minutes Kevin and I sat on the couching, snuggling and reading our books. But then, all of a sudden, out of the blue, Kevin put his hand on my bottom (I was wearing a t-shirt, shorts - regular shorts . . . loose fitting . . . not underwear -- and just my jock on underneath), patted my butt and said "I think it is time we had a long talk" (now I have told you what that means to me, how I know right then that Kevin intends on spanking me, and how it makes my stomach churn). When I heard this, I sat up quickly and just sort of yelled out "WHAT". Kevin stayed calm the whole time, he just got up and said "we are going to have a long talk, NOW". At first I just sat there saying things like "come on Kevin not here . . . . Arthur could come back at anytime . . . can't this wait till we get home . . . . please don't do this". But Kevin just reached down, took me by the arm . . . not roughly . . . but enough to get me up off the couch. Then without saying a word he put his hands on my waistband and started to unfasten my shorts as we stood right there in Arthur's living room.
Of course while Kevin was undoing and pulling down my shorts I continued to try to get him to reconsider . . . again saying "he could come back . . . please".
But Kevin just continued to strip me COMPLETELY of everything, including my punishment jock that I had been wearing (at our house with nothing else, but here at Arthur's, under my clothes-only allowed to removed it when we went out) since all this began (my two weeks of punishment and reminders - yeah, I'm still being punished for that stuff before). Once I was completely naked Kevin grabbed my clothes and my right hand and took me to our (temporary) room.
The room had a good size window . . . which I freaked out about once I was inside the room, just standing there naked . . . yeah even though the neighbors probably could not see in, it still was scary for me. The room also had one good size dresser, of course a closet, a small desk, and nightstands on either side of the bed, which was queen size. Just before sitting on the bed Kevin let go of my hand, threw my clothes on the bed (okay neatly placed them on the bed . . . but you knew what I meant), went to the window, closed it (as we had had it open because it had been warm that day) and the slightly closed the drapes . . . not completely . . . as the room would have been dark, but enough so no one could see in without being right at the window.
Then just as Kevin sat down on the bed, I realized the bedroom door was wide up. But as I tried to turn and go to close it, Kevin called out my name "Scott" and I heard, then saw him patting his lap. Again I started to beg him not to do this . . . "not here . . . not now . . . please wait till we get home . . . I will do anything you want but please not here . . . . at least let me close the door". All Kevin said was "Scott . . . come here". And the worst part of all of it , for me . . . now . . . is that I acted like an infant, I stood there almost throwing a tantrum, my body was almost shaking, my legs were bouncing . . and I was very very close to tears. I realized that there was no way out of this, Kevin felt now was the time, and there was nothing I could say or do to convince him not to spank me in this stranger's house. For a while I thought pleading with Kevin would help, get him to rethink all of it and not spank me.
But after a while, in a sense, I gave up . . .. I didn't want to. I was still begging as I walked closer to Kevin, but I knew that I was done for.
By the time I got over Kevin's knees I was gone, I was crying like a baby, and I was a nervous wreak . . . I thought "what am I going to do if Arthur comes home . . . not only will he hear my bare ass being spanked, but he could just come to the door and see me over Kevin's knees like a five year old".
But no matter what I said, Kevin's mind was made up, and even though I sort of understand why now since you and I talked about it (OK, not completely . . . never will probably) . . . I didn't then, for sure. All I knew is I was a stranger in a strange house and at any moment, a man I didn't even know could walk in and see me, a twenty-six year MAN, being spanked, bare assed, over the knees of his partner.
Just before the spanking started Kevin put his hand on my bottom, and said "you need this more then I thought, Young Man" . . . now of course Kevin being Kevin, Mr. Calm and Cool, said a lot more then that . . . but to be honest my head was swimming so much I can not really remember everything. I mean I knew that my behavior had brought this on . . . and I knew Kevin was only doing this because of how I had gotten to the point of almost getting away with murder . . . but then I just was a wreck.
Now I think I may have misled you to believe all I got was a simple hand spanking . . . besides the fact there is nothing simple in any way whatsoever about a hand Spanking over Kevin's knees . . . Kevin always makes sure when he is done it has been a long hard lesson (Kevin sees no sense in just a few swats. He takes his time to let it ALL sink in), on top of making sure my bottom is very red, very sore . . . . not raw . . . but close. He spanked me like that and real hard too. He just did it to me! But that is not where it ended. Kevin did stop the hand spanking with me long enough to have a short break while still over his knees, and a bit of a longer break in the corner . . . which was worse as I was in a corner that could be seen from the doorway. But when Kevin felt I had had plenty of time to think about my behavior, and the consequences he took me back over his knees, for yet again another talk and then a bout with the hairbrush, which while in the corner he had placed on the night stand.
During both my spanking I had forgotten about this being Arthur's house, at that point all I knew was my bottom hurt and in a sense I had let Kevin down. Again Kevin placed me in the corner, but this time when I was allowed out of the corner Kevin put me on his knees and took me into his arms.
Now, once I had settled down and it was over, I realized sooner or later I had to face Arthur. At first I tried to ask Kevin to allow me to stay in our room. I mean that way Arthur would not see my face, or sense anything . . . as I knew somehow some way he was going to know, he would be able to tell. But Kevin just plain and simple said no. He wanted me out of the bedroom before Arthur got home, and if I tried to hide I would get my very first spanking in front of someone else (I have never ever been spanked in front of anyone . . . well minus when I was younger...once or twice an uncle had spanked me in front of family . . . but only if I had done something really rotten . . . and then it was never on my bare bottom). And the thought of this scared me so much, I knew right then and there I would rather Arthur wonder . . . then KNOW, for sure.
Anyway by the time Arthur had gotten home, I was sure it was written all over my face that I had just been spanked. I was also sure that he could see right through my shorts (which thankfully DID hide everything) and he would know. And even though he never said anything that night I am sure in some way he knows. I mean after what Kevin gave me, all you would have to do was watch me sit, move and my eyes, well I was so sure that they were like beacons in the fog. I am almost certain that he knows, but maybe he loves the fact that a guy my age was spanked in his house, and in the future he is going to use it against me . . . or he is just going to keep it to himself and enjoy this little secret. Either way I have no idea how I am going to face this man again. I mean it was one of the worst days of my life, and the fact that, to me, he was a completely stranger does not help. It would have been hard enough if it was a family member who JUST found out, but this guy was a stranger and I was in his one storing, two bedroom house for the first time . . . . . . man, I hate this! A 26 year old MAN who still gets spanked and now he knows too I got spanked in his own house! Man, I really hate this!
Maybe down deep I already know I'm not going to get much sympathy from you cause you'd have probably spanked me too, but heck I can try!
I'm feeling better today. Back to normal actually!
I Love You Bro! Good Morning...hope you have a great day!
Love,
Scott