Eli


by Daddy Paul <Spnkr70@rochester.rr.com>

Eli is a good kid, but he is after all, at 23 a kid. Im only 34, and in a lot of ways, still a kid myself. He was looking for a master. I wasnt looking for a slave, but I answered his ad anyway. Im glad I did.

Eli and I have a lot in common. He told me that he wants to be tied up and spanked, that is one of my favorite things. We both love to cuddle.

Eli stays out with some "friends" smoking pot and drinking until all hours of the night. That would soon change. During graduate school I was a stand up comedian. Having six or seven drinks a night was normal; so was marijuana, cocaine, and "E". While in medical school, I became addicted to amphetamines. I now have six or seven drinks a year, and never touch drugs (except cigarettes). I had been down that road before, so I knew I could help.

The moment I first hoped that this boy would accept me as his man must date from our first phone call. He called me "daddy". Sure, Ill spank him and punish him when he doesnt follow the rules. Ill also care about him, protect him, and help him (in any way I can). I think one word describes that. The word is love.

It didnt stop the fact that I was incredibly worried. He promised hed email me at least twice a day. He was a day and a half late. I didnt want him to know that I had already begun to care about my son and didnt want to see him get into trouble. His tardiness would cost his butt dearly.

I decided that hed be spanked the first night. Hell be spanked hard, and for a long time. He is going to cry. But when his spanking is over, it would be over. Ill put him to bed, climb in after, and let him sob himself to sleep while I hold him. It will hurt but he will sleep well, knowing someone cares.

Yes, I will love him, and he will love me too. I will be his daddy, and he will be my son.


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