"Get your little fanny over here right now and get those jeans down, son! You've just earned a nice long trip across this knee and your fanny paddled!"
"But I. . ." I'd started to say.
"No 'buts!' Get over here and drop 'em now! Didn't you hear me!"
Jeez! That look in his eyes and he's sure mad about something! What did I do? Jeez! Now I'm gonna' get spanked for sure and I know it! But I better get over there and get my jeans down right now before he gets any madder and thinks about using his belt on me. Am I in for it or what?
So I move quickly now, fumbling with my belt, unbuckling it before I get to where he was sitting there just waiting. Excuses don't work, I know that from past experience. I was flipping open my buckles of my jeans, pulling open my fly and struggling to get them down my legs like he told me when he reached up and grabbed me by the back of my thigh and started yanking them down for me himself. Jeez, what had I done that I was going to get it for this time and really get it, too!
He yanked my jeans all the way down for me, then pulled down my shorts right behind them and right away, forced me over his lap. I felt his pushing up shirt tails up my back out of his way, leaving my ass bare and ready for him as I tried frantically to protect it with my hand from what I knew was coming, clenching it automatically by habit, and it wasn't but a moment or two while I was struggling to gain my balance hanging there like that when his right hand landed hard, real hard, right across the bottom of my upturned buns and sent me reeling in sharp pain and yelping my eyes out! What had I dont!!! Then he started spanking me for real, hard, one slap after the other on my bare ass, and it only took a few minutes before the pain got so bad and my struggling was so difficult to control that I started crying again, begging him not to spank me more but knowing that whatever I did to cause him to spank me this time, he wasn't going to stop until he'd decided I'd paid the price and learned my lesson right where he always teaches it to me, right across my bare ass!
It doesn't take long, never does, the way he does it, spanking me. It sure didn't tonight. Then when I'm beyond myself in tears and beyond useless struggling and crying, it's gonna' finally be over and my ass's going to be red as hell before he lets me up and let's me finish crying it all out on his shoulders. Then it's gonna' be over!
Tonight was no exception. Jeez, it seemed to go on forever. I'd forgotten to take the letter he'd left on my desk this morning for me to mail for him. I'd just forgotten, that's all; but I'm sure I'll not make that mistake again!
Maybe your Dad's more gentle on you or patient? Or maybe you don't still get spanked like I do, but with him there's no question at all. He's going to spank me, no matter my excuse or my age! I got spanked really well tonight and yea it hurt like Hell and I cried like Hell too! Now you know.
Anyway that's the way it was tonight and the way it goes mostly anytime I need it and he decides. My name's Niwat. I'm a grad student in English here, staying at Cal's after Dad sent me over here to be straightened out. I had a small problem with drinking too much and screwing around irresponsibly at night. Cal straightened that one out real quickly but Dad's not let me move back yet. Dad thinks I'm not really ready yet. Cal, of course, is not my Dad, but he sure acts like it and that's exactly how I respect him.
After he spanked me tonight I was sent to my room, pants less, and told to write an English essay on what I've just received and my life here. So above I've already told you what I just got. With Chris, the American, back in the States, I'm the only one who can really write English. I've never written such an essay, especially on this personal topic and especially since I know it's to be written so he can send this on to you, whoever you are, his friend in Europe. So I'll do my best, of course, but maybe you can understand I'm sitting here uncomfortably on this stupid wooden chair at my desk with only my socks and shirt on, but I'll write anyway as I know better than not to do what Cal has told me to do,. Anyhow I like to write, so here goes.
I grew up in a traditional Asian family. My family's successful and I've lacked for nothing, but my father's a real believed in the values of the Asian family, respect, success, attainment, and all that sort of stuff. He was never easy on me, but then neither were my private school teachers on me or on my friends. We were all expected to succeed and produce. Sometimes we were disciplined at school, but it wasn't a big deal (still isn't in the lower schools). I did well in College but then I guess I got in with some of the wrong ones and did too much of the concerts, hanging out with others with cars, girls, and good whiskey. For a time we were all partying and using some drugs, nothing major, but in looking back, yeah, I did make a few mistakes. Dad tried grounding me, stuff like that, but mostly it was a series of endless lectures and going on and on and on. Mom had gone on her journey to her next life when I was much younger and thus he was trying to raise me the best he could. We lived well, maid, driver, stuff not usual here among my friends and I got to travel a bit and got into English, liked it a lot, and graduated with my degree. I'd like to become a travel writer, but the partying and all was getting in my way. Then I made the biggest mistake of my life when I took some money I was to pay for my fees and spent it partying. Dad found out about it, of course, when they sent a "due notice," and I knew there would be hell to pay with more endless lecturers and all that stuff.
What I didn't know was that he'd been talking with Mea's uncle (Mea's a younger guy who works on a project under Cal). Mea's uncle swears by corporal punishment and, so I was to come to find out, has a whole circle of friends who agree with him on that, including Cal. Mea's was brought up by his Uncle here (his mom lives in a Northern Village) where the schools are much better, but he's never been a stranger to getting his ass spanked when he did something or didn't meet his Uncle's goals. He's quieter and traditional in his own ways, almost too straight for me, but it probably has something to do with the fact he does everything possible to avoid giving anyone in charge any cause whatsoever to spank him. He absolutely hates it and talks about it as the most humiliating thing in his whole life when he knows he's going to have to take his pants down and get spanked - he's around 18 I think now. His uncle did so most of his younger years. I don't know how he came to work for Cal, but I do know he is extremely careful to make sure Cal doesn't have to spank him. But Cal does sometimes.
Anyway, I knew nothing of it. I hadn't been spanked in years and years until that "due notice" arrived at Dad's. That time he didn't yell, scream, or even lecture; but I knew he was mad and he did tell me someone was coming over that next Saturday night and I was going to get a switch across my ass for what I did! I was sure he was just making another one of his threats, even when he made me go to the Park and get some that Saturday morning. He's staged big threats before, like the time he threatened to confine me to my room for a month and take away my car for three months and the whole thing lasted 3 days. Then that night Mea's Uncle came by and Cal came with him. That night changed everything for me and, OK I'll admit it now, it changed my life for the better too.
You better believe it! He walked in and Dad took him and Mea's uncle and me into his den. I didn't really worry though until Dad locked the door behind us and told Cal about my drinking and then just came right out and asked Cal to show him how to use the switch on me! At that point I knew this was serious. Cal's look was cold and straight through me! Here I was a graduate student and this man I didn't know was ordering me to undress before him. Appeals to Dad didn't work and the next thing I knew, I was not only undressed but Cal had himself pulled down my shorts and I found myself bare, forced up over the back of the couch, my bare ass up like that with him about to switch me. This was bad enough but when he started patting it and telling the men how to switch a "boy's bare bottom" -- I'm never going to forget those words and they still bring terror to my mind every time he says them - well, I've never, ever felt so naked and humiliated and scared, too, in my whole life!
Cal made it clear to Dad and Mea's Uncle who were standing right there watching it all that I was going to get switched like that and cry like a baby and he was telling them exactly where and how to apply that switch to make me really feel it, and cry, and learn! Jeez! But while he was telling it, he was also using his hand and fingers to touch me in ways that scared the hell out of me and had me close to frantic. He kept it up as I got more and more scared and embarrassed, but as bad as that was it was absolutely nothing compared with when he brought that first switch down across the bottom of my ass! I'd never felt such pain but I couldn't escape it no matter how much I struggled forward to get off the top of that couch, all modesty gone to hell now. There was only one thing on my mind and that was to escape his switch. I couldn't! The guy's strong and he knows exactly how to hold you so you cannot escape. Within moments I was crying like a ten year old and sobbing and pleading and screaming. Everything.
He whipped me forever! Then without any warning at all he pulled me off that couch and threw me over his lap and spanked the hell out of me. Looking back on it now, it was the worst moment of my whole life! It was also my worst spanking from Cal. Even though he's spanked me lots especially early on after that and even when he spanked me tonight, it was absolutely nothing compared with that.
Well, let me tell you, I assume your Dad spanks you, but I assure you it isn't half as bad as the whipping I got that night with them watching Cal whip me! Same with that spanking over his knee then. He'd grabbed hold of my _c_o_c_k_ and balls and held me tightly enough with his weight thrown over my back that no matter how much I fought and struggled, it was useless. There was no way I could escape his spanking me on my bare ass with his hand that night! I just let it all out.
And there's still no way I can escape it. I know it's going to hurt and I'm going to scream and cry and fight like a kid, but I cannot escape it. He's simply too, what shall I call it, strong, yes; determined, yes, effective, yes. In other words it hurts like hell when Cal gives it to you and I never get use to it.
When it was over and he stood me up in that corner I didn't give a care about who was seeing my red ass. All I cared about was it was finally over. All modesty was gone. I just sobbed and finally I got myself back into control. I swore and promised I change right then and believe me I really meant it!
Dad was impressed! Jeez he should have been! He knew I'd never touch whiskey again and risk a repeat of that. Unfortunately Dad was impressed enough, he came right out and asked Cal if he'd take me for a few weeks and straighten me out. When Cal said "yes," well I knew my life was over!
Later that night I took a few things and left with him. The next morning I met Mea and Chris and Paolo. Raul wasn't there yet. They seemed all nice but I was real embarrassed cause I am the oldest. Then I found out that they all knew and were spanked when they screwed up too. Somehow that made it better. Cal read me the "riot act" on the rules of the house, but he also added a few extra ones for me, like my being over his stool in his room with my pants and shorts down whenever he came back from the office just in case he needed to spank me. It was the most humiliating moment of my life when he announced that to me in from of the others, but there was no way I'd risk any other sessions with a switch from him and so I swallowed my pride and vowed to myself to do it!
Chris, Mea and Paolo were all nice to me that day but later that night they all just stood there and watched Cal spank me to insure I knew what I'd get when I screwed up! Cal believes a boy, forget his age, needs to know what it's going to feel like when he screws up and this one was to show me what would happen. He takes the same attitude about lots of things. When he finds a new paddle in some market or something he thinks will make a good paddle, he'll always show it to us that night at dinner and then after dinner or some time that evening he'll take down each of our pants and shorts and use it on us so we know what it's going to feel like if he has to use it on us again.
He also believed in "tone up's," like when he'll just take one of us and spank us just to keep us on our toes and other things worse just to keep us on our toes and making steady progress forward. Absolutely nothing I hate worse than when he takes down my pants and trims my hairs, keeping me more like the boy he claim I act like; or even worse. You haven't experienced nothing until your Dad strips you and takes you over his lap and inserts a thermometer way up and holds it there until you settle yourself! And I mean holds it there, really up there, for a real long time while you're trying not to struggle, not to cry, and focusing on whatever it is he's telling you to focus on which you can't focus on until you settle down and that means with it way up you and his holding it tight up in like that with his fingers and you're over his lap -- nothings' worse. Well, the switch is.
What can I say? My real Dad's not let me move back yet, but there's no question I've learned a lot staying here and I've not had a drop of whiskey since that first Saturday night when I met Cal and there's absolutely no question Ill ever touch a drop again. My life's focused now on grades and a career. I've come to enjoy dressing in suits and ties and good meals at the best restaurants. Best education I've ever had, and I don't just say that in case he reads this, but it's just because it's true. I'm different now and I'm much happier without all of old friends who I've come to realise really were dragging me down.
So, what else can I say? In most ways I feel I'm really lucky, but I'm also going to be real glad when I'm no longer spanked!
But until that happens I've learned to respect, really respect, the fact that Dad -- Cal, that is -- makes certain basic, even personal decisions about me and my life. I've learned the hard way that that includes he will judge and decide when my jeans and briefs come down or even completely off and when my bare fanny's on display. There are days, I'll admit it openly, when I've done something or other without thinking and my jeans and briefs are not only taken down and off, but are forbidden to me for a certain period of time. Usually, but not always, those are times when I've been hauled over his lap and given a good, long spanking and my bare bottom's already red and painful. But sometimes, he just tells me I'm not allowed to wear any at all. I'm not a nudist or anything like that and I don't like my privates and ass being on display, so to speak, especially if someone happens to come over or is a guest in the house at the time. But the embarrassment I feel it one hell of a lot better than what I'm going to feel like if when that someone happens to come over and I'm strung out across his knees getting my spanking for objecting or something else! Usually if he's told me I'm not allowed to wear my jeans or briefs for the day, it's either because he's just spanked me or, more likely, because he going to spank me privately but later that day. In the meantime, I'm forced to suffer the humiliation of being in the house like that with Cal usually swatting my behind occasionally to remind me it's coming and Mea and the others knowing I'm going to get a real spanking later!
That's embarrassing, to be sure; but then again, the same thing happens to them. That doesn't make it any easier to take, but I guess in a strange way, misery make company. And again, I'd rather Cal settle me down, when he decides he needs to, that way than the other way Cal favours, which is a long slow "temping" (as he calls it), with that thin, glass tube help up my bare bottom while I struggle to calm myself. Have you even live through that with someone who just happens to be there when your Dad decides he's got to give you one? Horrible
Even to be turned over and spanked in front of someone you don't know at all, is horrible. I mean like for someone to see me struggling and crying and getting my bare ass spanked like that, it's real humiliating, but it happens. Like once when there was the really big guy who came and stayed over night and Cal spanked me at the dinner table for tone up. Horrible.
Hence, I think you'll agree, no jeans or briefs is no big deal! But the real lesson in all of this, at least for me and maybe for you too, is to learn how to set goals and meet them with Dad to make sure nothing ever happens. I'm getting better at it and hope you are too! I don't mean to imply I'm perfect yet, like I sure thought I was just before I started with the whiskey, but I'm getting there and I'll admit to being proud of my accomplishments! It's a good feeling to know you've turned yourself around and have a good future. That's the good point. The not so good ones are all the times I've been turned over Cal's knees or laid out on the bed or over almost anything while he taught me. Believe me, I get it a lot! And he always punishes me with my ass bare. With Cal, that's a given! I used to resent it a lot and hated him cause it seemed I got spanked much more than the others and they're all younger. I'd watch him spank Mea, for example, but then he'd turn and whip me! He'd never answer my questions why Mea got spanked but I had to get whipped? Instead he took my questioning him as arrogance, pointing out to me that I was not "in charge here," and then he'd whip me anyway and later turn around and spank me again or the next day for asking the question in the first place! I came to realise, Mea got spanked because he was much more under control and attaining than I was. It took me a long while to admit it, but Cal was right. I needed it more then.
My big concern now is when I'll go back to my real Dad's place. Cal's made it clear that when I go back, he'll accompany me and I going to "present" (his word, not mine!) with the paddle Cal made me make and the one he uses on my bare ass when I need punished, and I've got to apologise to my Dad for the problems I've caused him in the past and ask him to paddle me with it for them! I know Dad's gonna smile, it's so unlike me! That's going to be horrible! Not only 'cause it's going to be scary and humiliating as hell, but because my guess is Dad's going to take me up on my words and use it on me! I mean, imagine what it could be like having Cal standing there watching and he'll probably make sure Dad give it to me bare and just give my Dad pointers on how do it more effectively. Believe me, Cal knows just how to paddle my bare ass and he's had lots of practising knowing how to get me crying and learning and keep me going good over a lap until he sure I've learned! My Dad doesn't know how to control me in this way, but I'm banking on the hope he might not want to? And plus I'm going to have to ask Dad to spank me if he ever thinks I'm goofing off in the future for sure. No good.
The only thing I've got going for me is that Dad's head over heals in love with his new girlfriend and travels a lot, and thus maybe he won't take any of this seriously. He used to think I was too old to spank. So did I, but I learned differently with Cal!
Well, nought's enough. I don't know about you. I don't even know who you are or what you want to hear about, but well, maybe someday Cal will introduce us if you visit. I am sure your life is going to be as good as mine is if you've got a Dad too, I mean a Dad like Cal. We're all probably too private and modest about protecting our back sides in life. That sure changed quickly for me and I guess I'm just used to it now. It's been hard on me, but I know it been for my benefit now. I sure know what Cal thinks mine is for.
Write when you can. I can handle English and like to know people in other countries anyway.
Niwat