Geoff came out of his cabin nervous, but excited about this day. The morning sky was clear blue with only a whisper of clods abouve the deep green of the trees. He sipped his black, Columbian coffee slowly. He had chosen to live in the country surrounded by pines and hardwood trees, rather than to live in noisy city surrounded by people because he valued his privacy. Privacy was important, but today a man was coming, and Geoff was worried that this stranger might want more of him than he could stand. The birds sang, hidden in the brances of the trees, and Geoff wished he were as cheerful.
Geoff wore his old green work pants with black suspenders and a read and black check shirt. He greeted this morning with apprehension, but still a small smile came without warning to his clean shaven face. For all his nervous apprehension, however, he looked forward to this morning. He need a change. A man was coming who might change his outlook on life, or he might be a bad man who might want to hurt, or rob, or murder him. But the prospect of danger only heightened Geoff's anticipation of the man.
When he finished his coffee, he walked to his outhouse to relieve himself and as he opened the door and the musky odor of his old feces and urine hit him in the face, he wondered if an indoor toilet wasn't such a bad idea after all. He pulled down his suspender straps and unfastend his pants, but before he dropped them down to his ankles, he checked for spiders, especially the black widows. Then he dropped his white jockey briefs down and sat down slowly and let his bowels move. When he finished, he found his penis almost hard. Again his anticipation both excited and scared him.
He remembered the lonely nights he spent on his computer trying to find someone who might understand his miserable and sick fantasy: to be spanked in his own home and then in the woods with the mosquitoes and the t ticks. For weeks he had waitd for e-mail and had begun to believe that his weakness was his own sick solitary fantasy. Then the lone e-mail came. It screamed at him in all caps: WILL SPANK YOUR WHITE SICK ass ANY WAY I WANT. I CONTROL CONTROL THIS SITUATION. I ACCEPT YOU AS ONE OF MY BOYS. I'LL COME TO YOU. SEND ME YOUR ADDRESS. I'LL ARRIVE AROUND 9 A. M. BE PREPARED TO BARE YOU WHITE ass FOR ONE OR TWO HOURS. MY NAME TO MY BOYS IS "SIR." "YES, SIR. NO, SIR." I WON'T HEAR ANY OTHER PHRASE. YOUR NAME WILL BE WHAT I TELL YOU IT IS, BOY. DON'T BEAT OFF BEFORE I GET THERE.
Geoff hadn't beaten off since he received that message two weeks ago. Even though he knew the man was probably just playing a part, he couldn't be certain. Geoff checked his yard and loked off into the distance, but no sign signaled the man's approach yet. But while he still searched the little horizon he could see, a plume of smoke rose on what must be the dirt road in front of his long driveway. It must be the man because so few people lived in this lonely area. When he saw the plume grow bigger, he knew someone was coming up his dusty dirt drive. when he saw the green Taurus, he knew this must be the man. None of his friends drove a Taurus, especially not a green one. His stomach twisted. Could he o this?
A 6'man in a business suit stepped out of the car. He looked straight at Geoff, and said. "Boy?"
"Yes, sir."
"Louder, boy. Are you my boy?"
"Yes, sir," Geoff heard himself yell.
"Better, boy. Take off your shirt, shoes, and socks. Leave them in the dirt. Then drop your pants and underpants to your ankles.
Geoff dropped his suspenders and took off his shirt. He reached down and untied his boots and took them, and his socks, off. Then he unbuattoned the top of his pants, unzipped his fly, and pulled down his pants. He was reluctant to drop his briefs and hesitated.
"Boy, will you disobey me on a simple order? I'll pull 'em down for you. Put your hands in back of your neck." Geoff did so and the mand SIR, pulled down Geoff's underpants. The man then took an inventory of Geoff. "Blonde hair, brown pubic hair, good set of balls, average penis, and as he walked around Geoff, and a good muscular butt. Your gut's a little plump for my taste. You'll have to exercise more. Get on your knees and get up the stairs to your cabin." Geoff, with his hands still behind his head and his pants dragging in the dirt, made his way to the cabin that didn't seem too much like his own now. SIR had taken it over. SIR had kicked his butt twice when he stopped crawling, but he made it up the four stair steps ok. When he reached the door of his cabing, SIR told him to get up, but to keep his ands behind his neck.
SIR carried a leather brief case, and when Geoff reached the door, he pulled out a leather paddle, a wooden paddle with holes, and a small ruler. He held them to Geoff's lips and told him to kiss each one in turn. Then SIR ordered him to get up and come inside. With his pants and underwear still around his ankles, Geoff felt humiliated as he walked into the living room. The cabin had six rooms: the living room, a bedroom, a kitchen/dining, a den, a guest room, and room where he put everything else that didn't fit in the other rooms.
As soon as SIR surveyed the living room, he found an appropriate corner in which to deposit Geoff for the time it would take him to get ready for Geoff's spanking. He saw a small stool used to hold magazines, dumped off the magazines, and put it in a corner. Then he said to Geoff, "Boy! Go to that corner," pointing to the EAst where a large window invited the morning sun, "And put your noes in the middle of that stool."
With his bare butt stretched out as far as it could go, Geoff put his nose in the middle of the stool. "Spread those legs out, boy!" Geoff spread his legs as far as he could with his pants and underwear stil pooled around his ankles. Bending over and having a strange man standing somewhere behind hime, he thought he might have made a very bad move, and he said to SIR,
"I think I've changed my mind. I don't think I want you to spank me."
SIR strode across the floor. "You don't think, period, boy. Make up your weasely ass mind. I don't have time to waste with you. I have another boy down this same road to relieve of his guilt. What'll it be?"
"I'm sorry," Geoff said, "Please stay and spank me. I'll keep quiet." This was at least an experience, and he knew he had a hardon. Maybe this man wasn't just loud talk.
"Good. Here's the deal. When I decide to get toyou, I'll spank you and paddle you and hear you cry for mercy. Now stand up and turn around."
Geoff was glad to stand up. His knees and back hurt, but he didn't concentrate on pain, but on his anxiety. What would SIR do now. He was also aware of his pants still around his ankles. SIR fixed his gaze on Geoff's body. Up and down SIR's eyes wandered. Then he walked behind Geoff, and Geoff thought he could heel the eyes examine his back and ass as SIR had already looked at his front. SIR's examination of his body made Geoff very uneasy and completely embarassed. No man had ever stared at his body like that. Women had sometime, but they didn't hold this kind of danger in their eyes. Slowly SIR walked to a large easy chair and sat down. When he had made himself comfortable, he looked straight into Geoff's eyes. "Kneel and put your hands clasped behind your head. Why do you need a spanking? I want all the reasons you deserve it, and I'll adjust the punishment to fit you crives."
Geoff thought about bad things he had done in his life. He couldn't remember that he had done very much, but he began, "SIR, I need you to spank me bacause I've been a bad boy. I haven't called my parents in two weeks. I haven't finished a tax report for an old friend. I haven't findished putting in my garden. I haven't . . ."
"Sins of omission. What HAVE you done, boy? Anything?"
"I stole a bicycle once when I was eightenn. I drink too much. I still somke, but not as much. I think I'm responsible for my best friend Tom losing his job, and I haven't spoken to him since. I broke into an empty house and stole a radio. I . . ."
"That's enough for this session, boy. You don't look like you can take much more punishment than that. The rest will wait for the next time-- and I will be back. Now get to your corner while I decide what I want to whip you with first.
Geoff turned around and again put his nose in the middle of the low stool. His penis was still erect, and if it were possible with an erection, he was just about to piss himself if his excitement became too intense, but he was also really scared for the first time in a long time, and he had told this man secrets and crimes and guilt. He had given this man more power over him.
Ten minutes later SIR's voice called him to get up, kneel in position, and crawl over to him. Geoff did as he was told, his pants and underpants still on his ankles. When he reached SIR, he looked up at him. SIR had the paddle with hole drilled in it. "Kiss it," he said. When Geoff said nothing, SIR looked down at him as if he were an idiot and said, "You're supposed to say, 'Yes, SIR, and kiss the paddle. Do you understand?
"Yes, sir." Geoff said weakly.
"Louder, you weak little girl."
"Yes, SIR!" Geoff said again and kissed the paddle.
SIR then moved behind Geoff and pulled off the pants and underpants. Then he walked back around Geoff and said, "Just one more minute." He turned Geoff so SIR could paddle himeasier and ordered him to get on all fours on the floor. Then he put a mirror in a position where he could see Geoff's face, and Geoff could see his humiliating position. "Let's begin. I want you to count every stroke and say, 'Thank you, SIR. I deserve another.' If you miscount I'll start all over. You get ten of the best to start with. We'll see if you can handle it. If you can't take any more, say, 'I'm the biggest pussy alive,' and I'll stop paddling you, but I'll still hand spank you. Got it?"
I'll have to do this in one other installment. I can't type anymore. I'll send the rest soon.