Last Summer's Helmet Laws


by Cal <100622.2517@CompuServe.COM>

Dear James,

Enjoyed your letters; but sorry, it doesn't sound like your punishment last weekend was "so severe, stern and unnecessary." To me, from your description, what you'd done required it. And, I don't think it was wrong of him to ask his friends about your punishment nor do I think there was anything wrong with his asking his friend to strip and spank you that night after dinner. After all, you were the one who pulled the stunt in the first place. I would have spanked you too, if you had done something like that here.

In fact, last summer there was a similar incident here with Chris, Mea and Niwat all getting their own fannies paddled, rather unpleasantly, and with and after the input of some of my own friends.

It all started one night when they arrived home with a cop behind them! They had been stopped for riding cycles, scooters, without helmets (the law here), something I'd warned they about again and again. They didn't have the cash for the fines. So, I paid and signed for each of them and then, after I'd listened long and hard to their excuses, pulled their own jeans and briefs down and hauled their bare bottoms, one at a time, over my own lap and paddled them. I was sure the cracks of the small polished teak hand paddle across their bare bottom had made the point as it reduced them one at a time to the little bad boy's they'd been that night. Their tears, promises, apologies, and pleas seemed genuine as we headed into the wee hours that night wit my paddling, spanking, and comforting them together. All three of them was crying his heart out, watching the other, as I continued taking turns lecturing them, teaching them, enforcing the point: Helmets are the law!

Things were quite for a few days as my point on their then very red bottoms sank in (I never, ever leave marks and rarely spank them together), but then later I discovered that they, like you, didn't see the seriousness in it all even after that night. In my e-mail file, I found the copy of my own correspondence when I, like your own man, so I also checked with a friend, in this case an American, by e-mail who wrote back as follows:

"Re: the boys--Well, first of all, you're obviously teaching them a well-deserved lesson all on your own, but I think as a finale on their debt, you ought to consider an invitation to Mea's uncle, his friends, and the cop could be a wise one also. I'm sure the men will enjoy warming some Western bottoms, and for Niwat and Chris, it will be an object lesson insofar as learning that their rumps are liable to be blistered not merely by you and their dads, but by other authority figures as well. The cop--if he is available-- would be a particularly useful addition, given the boys' infraction. For this one, frankly, you might bring out the hairbrush. I'd certainly like to be a fly on the wall for that one. You might also remind them that they're getting off easy--after all, you might have been in Singapore!

"The bottom line (so to speak) is that they not only broke the law, but put themselves in danger. You should remind them that you're responsible to their parents for them, and that their thoughtlessness was not only foolish, but could have placed you in a very grim situation indeed! Knowing what they're going thru as I do, my first inclination is perhaps to say "boys will be boys" and sue for mercy. But in this case, and you can tell them, any spanking or spankings they get are probably LESS than they deserve.

"I remember my days with you all with fondness and only wish I was still there. I'd love to be the one to help with the boys this time, as I'm sure they know they've got something coming from you and are worried about when. They are challenging you in this. Give them what they need, but then give them all my personal best."

Well, I thought about that American's counsel, and eventually wrote back:

"Thanks for commenting. I'm pursing inviting a cop over as I know one here. I've already freely used each boy's punishment paddle and my own hand on each of their bare bottom's (young Chris, Niwat, Mea) for their stupidity with the helmets, and continue to do so depending of what else they've done and/or what I feel like then need. Spanking their bottoms bare over my lap with my hand, however, is my preferred way to train boys; and this summer I'm doing it regularly. Maybe they've learned this lesson about the cycle helmets, but they just don't seem to take this helmet thing seriously. You may well be right that inviting others in might do the trick. Possibly they've gotten too used to me?"

Then, after a good deal of thought and some planning considerations, I'd told my American friend my decision:

"Well, tonight's 'Due Night.' And, young Chris, Niwat, and Mea all know something coming (but not what's planned). Although I've already spanked them for their helmet violation, I've invited Mea's Uncle and some of his friends to come by spank the foreign boy, Mea and Niwat. Mea's Uncle's been fishing for an opening and anxious to spank young Chris for a long time now and given the man's weight, unattractive, unkempt nature this could be a major lesson for Chris. The plan is: When all are present, I'll call the guys in and go over their error with the helmets. Each will be given to one of the men present to then spank "his boy" as he sees fit. Mea's Uncle told the men he invited and who are coming that they are welcome to bring along their own boy(s) to watch (two have already said they think it's a good lesson for their own boys to watch and will) After "my" boys have each been spanked, they'll wait in the corner.

"The cop, who was happy to be invited and join in as it turned out, will show in uniform after his shift at 23:00, and apply a hairbrush he said he'd bring on each of their by then, red bare bottoms. When he's done and they are all back in the corner, I'll probably take each later across my own lap and spank them one final time as all -- the men, the cop, and the boys -- all witness their tears. This, I trust, should make the point and do it.

"Mea, as handsome tall and impressive as he is, is stoic about it. He knows he'll be spanked for his stupidity in this. Young Chris and Niwat, though, are more in shock and disbelief. Young Chris has in recent days asked me three times now to please never let anyone else spank him. I know he's very worried as he's promising the world to avoid what's coming and going out of his way to be nice and on top of everything; but regardless, his cute little gymnast's bottom is going to be bared by another, then spanked and paddled and on display for others to see or touch -- and that includes the other boy's who'll be watching. I'll be fascinated to see his, Niwat's and Mea's reactions. Mea's seen guys spanked before recall in a group of his Uncle's friends."

And, dear James, it happened that way. My American friend's interest had been perked by the imminent punishment of the boys together and had quickly written back all curious:

"Sounds like the boys, especially young Chris, were in for a good lesson. He probably did need to learn that his rear end could be 'consigned,' as it were, and I can imagine Mea's uncle was ecstatic to have that blond gymnast's behind across his lap."

Let me just copy my reply to him back then and you be the judge about how it went:

"That afternoon I'd told them together that they'd be disciplined that evening and as they'd erred together, they'd be corrected together and 'some others' would be present. Chris and Niwat took this news very hard and pleaded with me to change my mind. Mea knew better than try.

"Anyway, that night, when the other three men and the boys they'd brought over were all there, I called my three in, stood them straight, and lectured them in front of everyone sitting around on the seriousness of their run in with the cop indicating in front of everyone they were each going to get disciplined again and as I'd already spanked them for it, tonight they would be by one of the other men present there! I'd stood near young Chris. Good thing as he became emotional, 'No! Please! Don't!' etc. promising. I had his arm and when he looked at me he started crying. The others just stared. Chris became so emotional I had to hold him in my arms and settle him quietly. Mea's uncle had come up behind him. When I indicated who would spank who, Mea's uncle quickly grabbed young Chris' arm, pulling him aside him there in the room and away from me. Everyone was watching the expression on this beautiful blond American boy's face as he realised this was it and the other man then holding his arm was going to spank him and in front of me and everyone!. Wasting no time, the large, ugly man unbuckled young Chris' belt, yanked open his fly buttons, and tugged his jeans all the way down, then yanked and ultimately tore his cotton briefs completely off. His bare bottom was exposed in front of everyone. Chris was sniffling quietly. The man roughly continued and stripped Chris complete except for his white athletic socks and left him standing there bare and in all his privately personal glory! From gymnastics, Chris' body is finely sculpted and the light hairless kind that men envy while women lust for. He really looked exotic and appealing standing there, his head bowed to the floor, his blond hair flopping down with his hands trying to protect his private from the eyes he knew were all over him.

Mea's uncle is an older, firm, strict, no-nonsense type who has always favoured corporal punishment and assumed those who merited his anger would 'take it like a man.' Having no patience with this young beautiful American gymnast's emotional, sensitive nature and his starting to whimper, the man suddenly lashed out with his hand and slapped Chris hard across his face and began feeling the boy's defined physique as Chris had begun crying softly, trying to wipe his eyes and protect his _c_o_c_k_ at the same time. The man would have none of it and instead slapped Chris' hands away from his _c_o_c_k_ and roughly grabbed the boy's _c_o_c_k_ and balls in his hands, examining his _c_o_c_k_ openly before squeezing his balls, sizing them up, before yanking Chris over his lap and holding his _c_o_c_k_ and balls tightly, controlling him like that. With Chris over his lap and held firm, Mea's uncle took care examining the boy's bare bottom, fingering him coarsely and causing Chris to yell out and wiggle frantically. He had Chris panicked. Then he spanked Chris' bare bottom violently, leaving marks and hand prints immediately as young Chris' pure white buns turned red, streaked, and he screamed, cried, kicking, struggling hard, and at times called out my name for help. He flailed over Mea's Uncle's lap as we all watched his spanking, his bare bottom up high, getting spanked and getting spanked well. The young teenage blond beautiful American gymnast getting his bottom blistered by the older, fat, ugly uncle -- it was quite the sight! I'm sure some in the room felt sorry for this young American being spanked well, but violently. I did, but I did not intervene. Young Chris was learning a lesson he needed to learn. When you screw up you're going to be spanked but not always by me! The louder Chris cried, the harder the uncle spanked his young bare bottom and spank him long and well, he did! Very, very well. Roughly, thoroughly, violently. It was a thorough punishment spanking delivered without sympathy or mercy by a man who'd dreamed of doing it for weeks! He kept young Chris over his lap hanging that way, his hand on his bottom while the other men spanked Mea and then finally Niwat equally thoroughly while Chris sobbed himself out. Soon the room was filled with the tears of all three learning this lesson.

"Mea was spanked first, then Niwat, who also panicked. The men paced themselves, taking turns spanking their boys so only one was under hand at a time as the others hung over their man's lap. They all got it and they all got it hard. Finally then all three were stood in the corner. All were very red bottomed, crying. The boys watching looked scared also. One man was talking to his own boy off to the side but I didn't hear what he was saying."

The American had written back: 'For the three helmet miscreants, that cop with a hairbrush must have looked like the devil himself to them, and I imagine finding themselves bare bottomed over his knee's was the cause of much wailing.'

"The cop arrived right on time and in full uniform (coming off his shift). Surprisingly, as I'd not been told, he'd brought along his own four sons. The hairbrush he pulled out of his black leather police bag was a very Colonial old fashioned, old unpolished wooden one from India (I don't know where he got it, but I was told he kept it in his house). He ordered the three boys to stand at attention in the middle of the room, read them the riot act, then took Mea, then Niwat, then finally Chris over his knees and whipped their already red, bare bottoms with that hairbrush. That wooden brush brought screams from crack one on and the cop was anything but easy on the boy. He paddled them regardless of their cries, screams, please, and very panicked sounding promises from those boys.

"'Do give me the details' the American had asked, 'as you get a chance. Especially about the hairbrush moments, which must have driven them absolutely over the edge.' It did! I heard more sincere promising and begging than I'd ever heard before; and, in my judgement, the boy's had their bottoms turned redder than I'd ever seen them before. It was straight, classic punishment at it's very best!

"What really surprised me, however, was that the cop at the end took down the pants of one of his own sons -- a boy about nineteen -- just lowered them and his boxers to his ankles, took the boy over his lap and whipped him as well for a reason I was not told! The kid went wild! From the look on his other sons' faces, a whipping from their Dad was something they each feared. I wondered who was next and I think they did also, but only the one son was whipped that night.

"Finally the American had written, 'Having the other boys there watching should have given Niwat and Chris quite a turn.' I think it did, but it also scared all of the boys there into realising that they are not going to get away with things. The cop with his own son still bare bottomed and over his lap, having just been whipped and still crying, said quite matter-of-factly that any of us could give him a call and he'd be over to handle any of the boys when they needed it. The other men wrote down his phone number. He was something else! Sunglasses and all in spite of the late night!

"I was going to spank Chris, Mea, and Niwat again at the end, but they were too raw after the cop had finished. Great evening of straight punishment and the guys have been on their best behaviour ever since!

"Postscript on young Chris: As you anticipated, young Chris was the most horrified, humiliated, and terrified that I'd let someone strip and spank him and that I'd let that man do it to him with others watching! He won't ride a motorcycle - afraid he'll see that Cop. While I talked with him prior to my departure and I'm sure I'll again upon return here on the 20th, I've comforted the lad but remained firm: 'You screw up here and your pants and briefs are always going to get taken down and your bare bottom's going to get spanked anywhere and anytime I choose and by whomever I choose! While Mea's uncle's fingering you may have seemed inappropriate, you're here to learn as I choose. Get used to it, my Boy!' He's written me notes. It certainly was an educational experience Chris'll never forget. And, it was effective. Niwat was equally humiliated, but chalked it up to experience quickly. Mea's delightfully Mea. He's been through it before and spanked by his Uncle (which is why he stays close to me)! And, yes, I've told Melvin, Chris' Dad in Washington, what Chris did and how he was punished. Melvin's only reaction was that he was sorry his son had misbehaved, then he told me about his other two sons there in DC."

So, James, I regret I've replied other than you wished to hear for in fact the issues is not that he had his friend spank you and then he paddled you in front of him that night on your own bare bottom, though I do appreciate how and that you found that whole thing so horribly personally humiliating to you and understand your fear of being personally embarrassed when you see that friend these days. Indeed I cannot support you. He was right to punish you. If you still want me to drop him a note, I will; but you should know my words to him will encourage him to consider and pay more careful attention to you as you, and, I would add, to make specifically clear higher and more precise standards for you to meet and to bare your bottom for his paddle more regularly. It is not that he is unfair. It is that you are aiming much too low and settling for much to little in your future.

Or, to put it more bluntly, James, he's still playing games with you and doesn't understand what you need in your life for your future: a real man who won't hesitate for a moment to whip your jeans down and land a few well placed cracks right across your nice bare fanny where they will do you some real good!

Cal. PS. Hope to see you during this coming trip to Europe but you've got my word I won't bring up any over the above with your man unless you ask me to!