daddy's birchboy: a great blog and a GREAT article

I made a "gift" to hubby of this blog I found thanks to Sparky's links.  Hubby burned through the 200 videos in less than 3 days.  I've put a link to "daddy's birchboy" in my bloglist to the right.

The following article from that blog is just ripe with great ideas!

POSITION AND POSTURE

Next comes an article written most obviously by a master spanker. The author explains in painstaking detail the importance of position and posture.

One of the factors that sets spanking apart from other forms of swatting is the deliberate and sometimes ceremonial positioning of the participants. While some spankings are haphazard, I prefer spankings that include the ritual of positioning.

Both the spankee and spanker adopt positions that facilitate and enhance the spanking. These positions generally work to the advantage of the spanker and the disadvantage of the spankee.

The spanker enjoys the following advantages from their position:

Comfort

Whether standing or sitting, the spanker is positioned to be comfortable throughout the spanking. They are able to swing their arm at a natural angle and able to sustain a lengthy spanking with ease because of their position.

Strength

Because they are able to wind up and freely swing their arm at a natural angle, the spanker is able to apply swats to the intended target with force. While standing, the spanker cannot only swing their arm but rotate their body to deliver maximum energy to an anxiously awaiting, clenching derriere.

Full access to the bottom to be spanked. The spankee's position is designed to fully expose their bottom and the spanker's relative position is designed to put that bottom at a convenient angle and height. Therefore, the spanker is able completely view, tweak, pat, and spank it.

Safety

Because the spanker is in the position to easily spank the rear end at the correct angle, it is much less likely that a blow will fall too high or too low.

Control

The spanker's position gives them the "upper hand" and allows them to easily control the spankee. They sit or stand higher than the spankee and are easily able to restrain and situate the spankee.

The spankee realizes the following effects from their position:

Relative comfort

Except for the notable exception of their backside, I think it's important that the spankee be relatively comfortable so they can focus on the sensations being inflicted upon their posterior.

Anticipation

Bending over and getting into position to get your bottom blistered signals the beginning of the spanking and builds anticipation.

Increased sensation

A properly positioned bottom will tend to be spanked harder and more completely on the sensitive "sit spot".

Humiliation

Being put over the knee is a childish, humiliating posture. Having to "assume the position" is humiliating in its submission and rubs in the fact that they are being spanked.

Emphasis on their bottom

Spanking positions place the center of attention on the bottom of the person being spanked, a fact not lost on said person. The bottom is emphasized by its exposure and upturned position relative to the spanker.

Presentation of their bottom

Not only is the bottom exposed and emphasized but the spankee feels they are willingly "sticking it out" and presenting it for its punishment in the same way as the condemned man who must place his head on the chopping block. The spankee knows their bottom cannot evade or escape the swats.

Submission

Cooperatively getting into position to be spanked is the primary act of submission in spanking.

Safety

Although it may be of little solace, the spankee can take comfort in the fact that their position affords safety from injury. Of course, this can be disconcerting if they know they will be spanked with even more abandon.

Loss of control

Once positioned, the spankee has relinquished control and may not easily regain it until the spanking is done. They may have difficulty removing their rear from the line of fire if they try.

Inability to clench

When standing, one can clench their cheeks together, mitigating the sting of a swat and the exposure. When properly positioned, it is more difficult to clench cheeks and the spanking will be applied to a relaxed, bouncing bottom.

Excellent visual presentation

Speaking from the point of view of an admitted bottom fancier, there a few times that someone looks more adorable and beautiful than when he is positioned to be spanked. Not only is the bottom emphasized, but it is formed to a flattering shape and sexily perked out. Spanking positions would be sexy even to people not into spanking.

Following are descriptions of various positions that I find erotic, their distinguishing characteristics, tactics that can be used to enhance them, and precautions to take. All descriptions assume a right-handed spanker.

Over the lap

Spanker is sitting with good posture in an armless chair, knees together. Person being spanked must lay face- down across the spanker's lap, their head to the left and feet to the right. They must be over the lap far enough so their bottom is conveniently located directly over the spanker's right thigh.

In order to preserve modesty, the person being spanked may be tempted to lie flat with their head up and legs straight out behind; however, if they are concerned for their modesty, they shouldn't have gotten themselves spanked in the first place. The spankee's head and shoulders should be angled down and their knees tucked down out of the way so that their bottom is well turned up. A palm pressed against the back of the head and swats to the thighs are helpful in positioning the spankee.

Knees should be at least six inches apart and the lower back should be "arched" or dipped to further turn up their rear. Depending on size, toes will either be resting against the floor or hoisted off a few inches. The full weight of the spankee should be resting on the lap.

Hands can either be on the floor or grasping the legs of the chair. If the right hand flies back during spanking, it should be pinned to the lower back by the spanker's left hand.

Prior to starting to spank, the spanker should firmly grasp the spankee's waist above the right hip with the left hand to prevent squirming off the lap. Then the left elbow should be planted between the shoulder blades to keep the head and shoulders from bobbing up.

The spanker should raise their right knee slightly, turning up the bottom further. When spanking a boy, make sure his penis is pressed firmly against your right thigh and aimed to the left.

By turning their upper body to the right, the spanker can get a fuller swing and more comfortably apply a stronger swat.

By combining all of these tactics - the raised knee, the elbow in the back, the hand in the small of the back - the spanker can effectively pin the spankee down and spank the daylights out of them.

Over the knee

Similar to over-the-lap except the spankee is bent over the left knee with their legs restrained by the spanker's right leg.

Hands on ankles

This is the classic school-style paddling position. The student must stand well clear of obstacles with feet shoulder width apart. Leaving knees straight and back straight, the student must bend over and grasp their ankles with both hands. The spanker may want to observe the student's hands throughout the paddling to ensure they do not leave the ankles and earn extra swats.

The spanker stands facing the left side of the student. They should stand far enough away so the paddle barely overlaps past the right cheek. They should adjust fore and aft to ensure that both cheeks are struck at the same time (assuming a paddle is being used. Canes and straps warrant slightly forward positioning).

It is not possible to more fully expose and present a rear end than when in this position. When one is told to bend over and grab their ankles, one is, in effect, being told, "we intend to thoroughly paddle your bottom. So not only will you present your rear-end but you will stretch and endeavor to stick it up and out as far as you can absolutely positively can. And throughout the paddling, you will continue to strain to stick it out for the paddle."

Since the angle between the legs and the upper body is well under 90 degrees, this position spreads the cheeks and exposes the rectum and genitals more than any other position.

This is a great fantasy position but I think it only works safely in reality for spankees with flexible bodies (especially when a thick paddle is used). Inflexible people can't reach their ankles without bending their knees. Men run the risk of getting their testicles whacked. Non-fleshy butts get pulled tightly across the pelvic bones and don't provide enough padding when a heavy paddle is used.

Hands on knees

A safer, more workable position than hands-on-ankles. The bottom is presented in a plumper, more paddle-friendly shape but visually, the position is still very school-like. Depending on the person, I think this position can be more visually appealing because the back can be arched a bit which perks up the bottom. In fact, the further up the legs the hands are placed, the more the spankee can arch their back and stick out their rump.

Again, feet should be shoulder width apart and hand position enforced. Because the back can be arched and bottom upturned, it should be required, both prior and during the paddling. A technique which tends to arch the back correctly is to require the student to look forward at a spot high on the wall. That way, they are required to pull their head up and arch their back.

Over the desk on tiptoes

Another school-like position. The student must bend over a desk with nose or chest pressed to the desk. Hands and arms should be placed on the desk over their head to further arch the back. To further elevate their bottoms to be spanked, they must raise up on to their toes. Penalty swats can be awarded for every incidence of a heel touching the floor (hint: watch after the "last" swat before the student is told they may relax).

Over a barstool or horse

This is probably the best position for paddling because the bottom is presented in a plump and relaxed manner. The person to be punished must lay their full weight across the stool, their feet hanging and hands grasping the legs of the stool at a level such that there is a little support for their upper body.

This is a relaxed, comfortable position which works well for lengthy spankings.

Laying on bed

Another comfortable position for lengthy spankings and ensuing diversions. The spankee must lay face-down on a bed. Their face should be pressed to the mattress while their hips and bottom are elevated on pillows. Since pillows are compressible, it may take three or four to achieve the proper elevation.

Kneeling in chair

One of my favorite positions for spankees with great butts because, properly executed, it presents the rear in its most flattering light. The trick is in the execution.

The spankee must kneel in the seat of a padded chair (save those knees) facing the back with the thighs vertical and upper body forward over the back. Again, the spankee should be required to arch the back well.

Two things conspire to shape his bottom cutely. First, the back of the chair prevents him from bending so far as to preclude a good back arch. Second, just as high heels shape calves fully by angling the foot to shorten and bulge the calf muscle, kneeling with the calves at right angles to the thighs seems to allow the buttocks to bulge fully.

I've found the following tactics can be used to enhance and focus on positioning:

Adjustment & readjustment

I think it's important to deliberately position and adjust the spankee prior to the first swat. Emphasis should be placed on positioning and presenting the bottom fully. Throughout the spanking, the spankee should be readjusted as their position begins to fail.

Verbal instruction

I think it's best to require the spankee to willfully maintain their own position with out the physical assistance of the spanker especially in the case of stand-up paddlings. Therefore, verbal communication is necessary throughout the spanking to encourage the spankee to continue to assume the correct position.

Pickiness

One of the disciplinary aspects of spanking is that no matter how perfect the spankee is positioned, they can always improve, stick their bottom out a little further, etc. The spanker should not feel guilty that their exacting demands regarding position are perhaps a little too picky and unrealistic.

Wild Weekend, Saturday, Part II

After a little rest time (hubby and Mike were non-stop animals, so it's not easy to get them to stop, although sleepsacks certainly work!), out to dinner for some of the best barbecue then back for more play. Having Mike put on leather was a winner. Hot fucker!.. Mike was also kind enough to step out of his piggy bottom role to give hubby and I a lesson in sounds. Hubby went to a new level of heaven with that!

Then more bondage, more cum shots, and a real night's sleep.

"I've never had the chance to....."

Magic words. When a guy has an open mind and a hungry attitude and says, "Gee, I've never actually had a chance to be on a spanking bench, and I want to try." And then they take a good half hour of paddling and some caning mixed in. Well? Isn't that the way it's supposed to be? Hubby and I genuinely enjoy playing with this guy when the opportunities arise. He's handsome, funny, and genuinely open to new experiences. And he looks really good with a rubber podsuit on and a pissy jock tied in his mouth!

FINALLY!!!

Whooped up on hubby last night. His last endorphin ride for 8 days as he's off to visit the folks. I have been paddling this boy's ass for years now and nary a mark is left the next day. Damn that thick Cajun-alligator hide on his butt. So last night we get in a really good flogging. He's flying high as a kite. And I offer a little paddling on top of the dose he's riding.

Off I go to get the rubber strap. Nasty, noisy intense little thing.

We can only go 5 strokes at a time with this baby. He can't even make 4 of the 5 before he's collapsing to the floor. Somehow he recovers, I offer another 5 and little piggy is back in the position to accept. Again, we make it to 4 and he collapses. This pattern went on for quite some time......and finally. This morning. He gets to carry his badges of honor to Louisiana with him. Hope he thinks of me for the entire 10 hour drive......

First pic is right cheek....a good red strap mark, two small bruises.
Second pic is left cheek, a good solid bruise!

The Selection

I'm still working SirTom. Promise! But this little gem got to burning inside me. Felt good to navigate away from the guys at the porn factory for a bit! Hope you enjoy.

The Selection

he's been a good boy for the last two weeks. Today has been the epitome of at least showing a change in behavior. I still worry that those changes haven't become ingrained, but good training takes time, and the boy deserves a reward, a positive reinforcement for his efforts. Dinner is completely his effort, from planning the menu, shopping, cooking, to serving Me throughout. I enjoy My meal immensely. he cleans up the table and kitchen quickly and quietly. he lights My cigar and kneels next to Me holding the ashtray, his head bowed appropriately.

***

Two weeks ago he'd completely stepped over the line, showing complete disrespect for Me. I'd invited two friends over.. We were to have dinner then spend a little time in our dungeon. Just Me and the friends. No boy. boy had shown his displeasure from the outset. he'd banged pots and pans while making dinner, begrudgingly served the dinner, and banged pots and pans in the kitchen while cleaning up. his little passive-aggressive pouting embarrassed Me in front of My friends. I saw them making quick glances at each other throughout the dinner.

Halfway through the cleanup I left the table, encouraging My friends to go ahead down to the dungeon. I went to the kitchen and grabbed the boy by the collar. Continuing his disrepect he left his hands dangling at his sides and had the audacity to look Me in the eye without permission. "This is totally unacceptable," I'd told him. In a whiny, childlike, hip-to-one-side motion, he continued his defiance. "Why?" became a 6 syllable excruciating sound exhaled from his pouting lips.

I'd wanted to slap him. I didn't. I'd whispered slowly and clearly, "Please leave the kitchen. Get in your cage in My bedroom. Padlock the door shut. Chain your collar to the ceiling of the cage so that you are unable to lie down. Think through the events of this evening and work out where My displeasure arises from. I will check in on you later."

***

Tonight he's a different boy, or at least I think he is. He's more focused, more attentive, and yes, more submissive. Is he acting the role, or living his calling? I can't be sure.

"Dinner was excellent, boy."

"Thank you, Sir."

I see a small shiver in his neck. The boy is pleased by My comment.

"Is the kitchen clean, boy?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Do I need to inspect, boy?"

"If Sir wishes."

"I believe boy."

I see the shiver again, slightly larger, traveling down his naked body.

"boy should go to the dungeon and wait for Me."

There's a tremor in his head. I know he wants to look up at Me. He doesn't move.

"Why does boy not follow My orders immediately?"

he takes a long time to answer. "boy doesn't believe he has earned this yet, Sir. what boy did was so bad he wouldn't blame Sir for never forgiving boy."

There is sincerity in his voice. His chin never lifts. I can see a quiver in his body. boy is near tears. I lift his chin. boy's eyes are still cast downward.

"boy should go to the dungeon. Select one item. One. Place it on the table. Then kneel in the middle of the dungeon and wait for Me. Sir will reward boy by using that one item on boy."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

boy leaves the dining room and heads for the dungeon. I give him plenty of time to make his selection, and to kneel, waiting for Me. I savor the cigar, and I think back to how W/we met.

***

MasterRon introduced us at the leather bar. He'd called Me and asked Me to show up that night. Said He wanted to introduce Me to someone special. That night the boy was wearing tight, ragged denims, tight white t-shirt, and cheap boots bought from the local Army surplus store. his hair was a crappy style a lot of younger guys were wearing. he was clearly a fire-cracker ready to explode. And totally unfocused. The boy eyed Me up and down and clearly liked what he saw. But there was a huge load of defiance in him. The boy took off shortly after the introduction, drawn by the possibility that better things existed for him elsewhere in the bar.

"he's a handful." MasterRon chuckled. "I thought you might like to take a crack at him."

"he is indeed a challenge. What's his story?"

"New to town. No real family. Works at a Jiffy Lube. Is here almost every night. I played with him a couple of times, but I've got no room in my schedule for another boy. Especially a boy who needs that much training."

"And you thought of Me?"

MasterRon snorted, "And No One else."

I'd recently removed the collar from a boy who needed to move on in his life. MasterRon knew my cage was empty. Later that night I felt the boy in the background, looking Me over. He finally made eye contact with Me and I motioned him over to where I stood.

"Tired of looking around?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that you should come home with Me. And that could have happened three hours ago. But you had to look for that one guy who might be just a bit bigger or better than Me. Don't ever waste My time again. Do you understand?"

There was a flare in his eyes. Defiance mixed with testosterone. He clumsily bowed his head. "I'm sorry, Sir." The apology lacked an ounce of sincerity. The kid was horny and playing a game to get what he wanted. "Where's your car, boy?"

"No car. I walked."

"Let's go. You'll ride with Me."

***

I go upstairs and remove my boots and Levis putting on a harness and tall boots. I check the mirror. It is what I do that makes Me who I am, I remind myself. I wonder what the boy will have chosen as his one item for play this evening. A paddle? A flogger? A hood? The electro? The fucking machine? W/we've used them all. he's loved them all.

I go down to the dungeon. boy is kneeling in the center of the room, head bowed. I can see a smudge of wetness on his cheek. his dick is rigid.

"Has boy been playing with himself?"

"No, Sir." I believe him.

"Has boy masturbated once in the past two weeks?"

"No, Sir."

"Does boy believe that Sir has boy's best interests at heart?"

he does not answer immediately. Then, in a whisper, "Completely, Sir."

I walk to the table to see what the boy has chosen for Me to use. There in the center of the table is a simple glove. The left glove only. A policeman's wrist length glove. Light, supple, well-broken in. I am astounded at the boy's choice. he has made a selection well beyond what his training would suggest. My mind floods with the possibilities of how I might use it.

I walk to the boy, his head still bowed. "Is boy sure of his selection?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good boy."

Again he shivers, alive from the praise I've given sincerely.

I dangle the glove in front of his nose. "Smell, boy."

he takes a deep breath and I see his dick bounce a bit.

***

That first night together I flogged him mercilessly. I tied him to the St. Andrew's cross, gagged him, and flogged him to within an inch of his life. he screamed through the gag. I'd offered no safe words to him. he'd asked for none. The entire time, without ever touching it, his cock was rock hard, long strings of precum dripping to the dungeon floor. When I knew he'd gone over the edge of the cliff I stopped. I rubbed my hands gently on his back, slowly bringing him back to the here and now. And he shot his load. Without My ever touching his dick.

***

I slowly pull on the glove where I know that he can see Me doing it. he is transfixed. Hypnotized. his breathing is ragged. I see the first of his beautiful precum strings slowly drip from his boycock.

***

After cumming I let the boy free and held him in My arms. he sobbed uncontrollably. I knew it wasn't from the flogging, but the release of the real boy within. I took him to My bed and held him close. I asked simple questions about his life. he offered long stories in response. W/we talked until late morning, then fell asleep, him curled beside Me.

That afternoon I took him to the apartment he shared with some low-life. he packed up his few possessions and moved in with Me. That night I presented him with a contract. It was simple and straightforward. I would offer him the best training any potential boy might wish for. I would not abuse him. he would contribute as best he could to the household expenses. he would stop going to the bar unless he was with Me. he was to continue working. he would save money. he would perform household duties. he would perform sexual duties. he would trust me to give him the education he needed. he could void the contract at anytime and would be free to go.

It was a three month contract. he signed it. And training began.

***

I step behind the boy and slowly cover his mouth and nose with My gloved left hand. he breathes deeply through My spread fingers, inhaling the rich leather smell. It is his last breath for 30 seconds as I close my fingers and pinch his nostrils. Only at the very end do I feel a little struggle in him. his dick has grown even harder. More precum is puddling on the floor.

I pull the boy to his feet. he keeps his head down, his arms rigid behind him, high above his waist, completely submissive, completely comfortable in this position.

I run my left hand over his smooth torso inspecting the muscle growth he has gained while with Me. Cutting the alcohol from his diet has made him lean and strong. his skin is pliable and clear of blemishes. I feed him well and he eats like a horse. he dives into his new workout regiment without complaint and continually pushes himself to achieve more.

I grasp his right nipple and begin to toy with it between my leather-covered thumb and forefinger. It becomes taut. I move to his left nipple and repeat the process.

"I will pierce these soon, boy. Yes?"

"It would be an honor to have them pierced for You, Sir."

I move My left hand down his chest and over his abs. I carefully circumvent his dick and bring my gloved hand to his balls. It is cool in the dungeon and they are high and tight. I cup them allowing the warmth of the leather glove to relax them. I begin to stretch them, the leather gloved hand tight around them. he does not flinch.

***

Breaking the boy was the hardest thing I'd ever done. he had no clue what discipline was. he was out of control and spiraling downward, seemingly happy in that path. After three days his ass was black and blue from the paddlings I'd given him. he sassed me, fought me, argued with me, disobeyed me, and constantly challenged My decisions. he shirked his house-cleaning duties and was frequently late coming home from work. he spoke without being given permission, and expressed his dismay at not having sex multiple times a day. he told me he usually jerked off at least three times a day and that his sex life was a helluva lot better before he'd met me. he hung upside down from the ceiling for an hour for that comment.

After a week I presented him with the signed contract and told him I would be happy to tear it up if that was what he wished. he would be free to go.

***

I touch the tip of his dick gathering precum on the middle finger of My left hand. The leather is slimy and covered in his rich, salty juice. I place the finger to his lips. he does not move.

"Lick."

he needs no further encouragement. his tongue flicks quickly over the finger tasting his own precum mixed with the leather.

"Suck."

he devours My finger, hungry for it, and desperate to please Me.

***

The boy shook uncontrollably, as if he'd been plunged naked into a snowdrift, looking at the contract, then Me. he gulped air trying to hold back tears and muttered something I couldn't hear.

"Speak up, boy," I told him.

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"I hate that phrase, boy, and you know it. Get honest. With Me and yourself. Either you want this or you don't. Either you trust Me or you don't."

"I trust You, Sir. I want this, Sir."

***

I pull the leathered finger from his mouth. I run My hand over his smooth head, first shaved the night he told Me he trusted me. With My left hand on his neck, cradling it, I pull him forward to My own left nipple.

"Lick."

The boy licks with a vengeance. I growl at the feeling of his tongue on Me. I revel in the fact that this once selfish boy, who saw himself as the center of the sexual universe, can now find satisfaction in serving My sexual needs. I guide the boy's head to My other nipple. he waits for the command.

"Lick."

The boy never wavers. He is totally focused on Me. When I growl or moan at the pleasure he brings Me, he takes a huge breath and dives into My furry chest with renewed vigor.

I pull a chair over to the center of the dungeon and sit. "Over My knee, boy."

boy does not hesitate. With hands still behind his back he places himself over My knee, his exposed ass in the air. he's learned to balance, perched precariously on tiptoe.

"Why does Sir spank boy?" I ask.

"To remind boy of his place. To punish boy when he has been bad or disobeyed Sir. To remind boy how much Sir cares for boy."

"Good boy."

***

We started over. This time around the boy took his training seriously. He progressed quickly and I rewarded him liberally. Too liberally, I wondered?

I structured his day down to the last minute. I taught him to see his cage as a refuge. I gave him books about BDSM to read. I quizzed him on his understanding of those resources I gave him permission to speak freely to Me each day, asking questions about the training, about his role, about his future. I made him study for his work so that he could advance beyond the simple tasks he was doing. I gave him 30 minutes a day on the computer to write in a journal. I allowed him a password on the document so that he could have that bit of privacy. I set his physical regiment. I taught him to cook. I shaved him. I collared him. W/we ceremoniously burned all his clothes except for his work uniforms. And I taught him to see sexuality as giving, not taking. He developed a hunger for My cock. He frequently went to his cage having not cum, but happy that I had rewarded him with My load. I could see happiness in his eye when he left for work. I could see greater happiness when he came home.

***

Using my left hand I caress the boy's smooth cheeks. I begin the process of a slow, erotic spanking. I stay far away from major pain levels. Still, the boy is squirming in My lap. I chuckle to Myself. This squirm is not from pain, but because with each smack I can feel his boycock rubbing against My left thigh. He will not last long, having not cum for two weeks.

***

I asked him to explain his horrid behavior toward My guests. he replied only that it would never happen again. he stoically accepted the savage beating I gave him for ruining the evening. he dove into his work and his duties. But I feared I had somehow snuffed out a little light inside him. That had never been My goal. I vowed to slowly rebuild him, allowing him to rebuild himself.

***

he's breathing hard now. I know he's close to cumming.

"Stand up, boy."

he hops to his feet, quickly assuming his submissive stance. I walk behind him and whisper in his ear, "you have pleased Me greatly. I want you to cum for Me, boy."

I reach around and grasp his dick with My leathered hand. I apply ever-increasing pressure and slowly begin to stroke. In no time the boy is gasping for air. I turn him toward the full length mirror on the wall.

"Lift your chin, boy. I want you to watch Me stroke you. I want you to know I care for you. I want you to see that in My eyes, boy."

I resume the slow stroking, staring at the boy in mirror. His eyes are focused on Mine. I see them begin to roll back in his head. I know he's on the point of shooting.

"Stay with Me, boy. Focus. Give your cum to Me, boy."

his eyes come back in focus. he is quivering all over. he is crying it is so painful. he explodes.


***

I allow him to sleep with me again. In the morning I awake to find him curled up clutching the hair on my chest. he opens his eyes, looks into Mine, blushes and lowers his chin.

"I have three questions, boy."

"Yes, Sir?"

"Why did you behave so badly when My friends came for dinner?"

"i was afraid, Sir. i was afraid that you didn't need me in Your life, that i was just a 'project' for You."

"Is that all?"

"i knew my contract was up soon, tomorrow in fact, and felt that You would be sure not to renew it."

I take time to absorb his answers.

"Why select the glove, boy?"

"So that i would be close to You, Sir, at least one more time, so that i would feel Your hand on me."

"I have one more question, boy."

"That would make four questions, Sir."

I laugh. "'Is that all?' doesn't count, smartass."

I feel his smile buried in my chest.

"Yes, Sir."

"What say you and I go make breakfast and then work on a new contract after W/we're done?"

"Yes, Sir!"

I smack his slightly pink buttocks and realize I am still wearing the leather glove.

Room 304

Chapter 3

Monday morning was almost 36 hours away. I couldn't believe that he would keep me tied up that long. It had to be an idle threat. Hopefully he'd get his rocks off and let me go so I could slink home and rethink my strategies on "kidnapping" businessmen. I was beginning to think whether or not I would ever venture in to this arena again. I felt ropes being untied and could feel the belts on my chest and waist being undone. My arms were pulled quickly to in front of me and relocked deftly. I heard and felt a chain being attached between my wrists and the cuffs around my ankles. I hadn't been given a single second of possible escape time. Clearly Eric had a good deal of experience dealing with bound men.

He lifted me from the chair to a standing position. Arms guided me to turn around and once again he was whispering in my ear, this time from behind. "We're going to get you to the bedroom now. Just follow my instructions. Take small steps and we'll get you there in one piece." He guided me a few steps then instructed me to stop. I heard a door being opened, and again he pushed and instructed me forward. Behind me I heard the door close with the lock being applied. I stood compliant, clearly aware I couldn't escape if I tried. I could feel my chin pressing against the posture collar. My jaw ached from the pressure. I tried to groan. Little or no noise escaped.

I felt Eric walk around to the front of me. The backs of his knuckles brushed my now-tender nipples through the heavily starched shirt. Again, I tried to groan, but I knew just how effective this gag was, having used it on victims many times. "Let's start fresh, shall we? Now I want to know about the plans. Are you ready to tell me?" I tried to grunt. Eric just laughed. "Not yet? Very well. I will have those plans in hand before Monday morning. I might as well have as much fun as possible extracting them from you. Now let's get a good look at what lies beneath all these clothes."

I was hoping that he would try to get me naked. That would require undoing most of the restraints and give me the chance to perhaps turn the tables on him. I figured we were pretty evenly matched in strength. I knew this would be my one big chance to escape and I had to make the most of it. In my right ear I heard a "snick-snick" and then felt my jacket being pulled away from my body. The son-of-a-bitch was cutting off my suit jacket, totally shredding it! He was laughing. "I could practically see the little wheels of your brain turning. The thought that you'd jump me when I undid the restraints. Not a chance. I have my very own briefcase filled with toys, Robert, and this pair of scissors comes in very handy!"

FUCK I thought. How was I supposed to get home? I'd brought no spare clothing with me. And besides while not a great suit, I liked this one a lot and wasn't exactly rolling in money to replace it. I could feel the jacket of my suit being completely whacked off. The vest was next to go. I heard him set the scissors aside. Again he stepped up in front of me as I could feel the warm air he exhaled on my face. A hand grabbed my semi-rigid cock through the thin material of the trousers. I gasped. Once again he whispered in my ear. "I'm going to take the gag out and the collar off now, boy, and this will be your chance to save the rest of your clothing from being removed from you in tatters. Remember. All you have to do is tell me all about the plans and you'll be free to go." The pressure of the gag was released and I heard the locks for the gag and the collar being undone. I worked my jaw slowly and rolled my neck a bit, happy to have that little bit of freedom. I was still blindfolded but extremely grateful to have that infernal gag out of my mouth. His hand went back to my crotch, grabbing my dick. "The plans, Robert. Tell me about the plans."

"They're at my apartment. Just take me there and I'll give them to you." I really didn't know what else to offer. I knew it sounded lame, but maybe, just maybe I could get back to my own turf a free man.

"Really? Well, I've got your keys here, your ID, and I'll just go ahead and run over there and get them. Just where in your apartment might they be? As soon as I have them in hand, I'll come back here and let you free. Of course if you're just offering up a wild goose chase hoping for some time in which to get free, I'll be distinctly unhappy and have to ratchet up the torture to get you to start telling me the truth."

I hung my head. He was 6 steps ahead of me and had been from the minute he contacted me. "I don't know anything about plans. I'm sorry. Just let me go and I'll never tell anything about what happened here."

"Never lie to me, Robert, my boy. Never. Because it makes me unhappy, and it means you'll have to suffer the consequences." Eric grabbed the front of my shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying across the room. My belt was undone, the clasp of the trousers released and they dropped to my ankles. Once more I could hear the scissors at work and before long I was naked except for my pink and green tie, my over-the-calf socks, and my Italian leather shoes. Eric threw me over the edge of the bed face down leaving my feet dangling in mid air. Roughly he removed my shoes and threw them across the room. And that's when I felt the "thwack" of a wooden paddle on my exposed ass. "OUCH! Jesus! Look Eric, this was fun, but this is going way past what I thought it was gonna be." Before I had the last word out I felt another gag shoved against my mouth. I tried to keep it out but he was too strong. This one wasn't one of mine but I knew it well. It was a monster leather penis gag attached to a huge leather strap that buckled and locked in front. And Eric clearly knew how to buckle it tightly. Seconds later I heard the click of the lock. And once it was in place I felt another "thwack!" I screamed into the gag. Eric leaned in to me and whispered in that frightening gravel of a whisper. "We'll do ten for punishment, for lying to me. How many more is up to you." After ten I was sobbing, my ass on fire. There had been no warm-up, no slight taps, just ten monster hits on both cheeks. He stroked my ass for some time rubbing the pain in deeply, massaging the cheeks so slowly. Once again I felt my dick come to life. I heard him laughing.

I barely caught my breath when I felt a cord being laced over my big toes holding them tightly together. Eric left my socks on for this but had scrunched the sheer material and with one tiny cord had rendered my feet tightly tied. My toes were pulled tightly back and tied, I presumed to a leg of the bed frame. Before I had a chance to figure out what was coming I felt a sharp smack on the arches of my feet. The son-of-a-bitch was using a cane on them! I had never felt such a stinging in my life. I bucked on the bed but had absolutely no leverage and if I moved too much it felt like my big toes were being yanked off my feet. Up and down my feet Eric went with the cane, tapping (most pleasurable I found) to medium hits which I could manage, to cane-whistling strikes that nearly made me pass out from intense pain.

When I was nothing more than a bowl of sobbing jello, Eric finally set the cane aside and undid the cord holding my big toes. As with my ass, he massaged my feet, making the surface pain go deeper in to me, bringing me to a mass of groaning jello with a leaking dick.

He shoved me further on to the bed and climbed on top of me, his powerful thighs pinning me to the bed. He rolled me to my side still under his thighs and the cuffs on my wrists were unlocked from each other. In no time and with only a feeble struggle from me he stretched my arms high over my head and restrained them to the two bed posts. My legs were unlocked from each other and quickly retied to the lower bed posts. I was completely spread-eagled and with almost no room left to move at all. I felt my damn dick bouncing in mid-air. I was so turned on and yet there was that edge of fear that seemed to just enhance the feelings I was having. Once again Eric climbed on top of me, straddling my chest. I could feel the silk of his tie dangling against my chest as leaned in and whispered, "I've found that even tough guys like you will tell me anything when I edge them unmercifully. Let's see how long it takes you before you break. I'm setting the alarm for 3 hours. I'm guessing it won't take half that long before you are a blubbering idiot telling me everything you know."

And the edging began. He removed the blindfold and as my eyes adjusted I could see he was still completely suited. He very slowly and erotically removed that beautiful black and red silk tie. I was mesmerized. He slid down my body and began wrapping it around my cock. The feel of the cool silk was almost enough to make me cum. He was right. I would never last 3 hours. Slowly he began masturbating me using the tie as a cock sheath. I squirmed on the bed, moaned into the gag, totally in his control. I felt a gurgle inside me and my hips bounced on the mattress trying to shove my cock deeper and deeper into the silk. Eric knew I was close to shooting and swiftly removed the tie from my cock leaving it bouncing in the air. His laugh was almost maniacal. "That was only three minutes, Robert. Three minutes of 180 minutes. You have a long way to go!"

He took the tie and tied it around my cock and balls very tightly. Eric reached to the nightstand and squeezed some lube in his right hand. He stroked my cock four or five times and again I thrust my hips taking me right back to the edge of cumming, and immediately he pulled his hand off me. With his left hand he cupped my balls, pulling them down very tightly, and with the back of his right hand he began to smack them. He started alternating smacks with strokes of the cock, 10-12 smacks on the balls, growing in intensity, followed by four or five strokes of my cock. I thought I would go insane. I could feel drool running down the side of my face. I didn't care. I just wanted to shoot my load.

And he stopped completely. I felt myself returning to sanity ever so slowly. My breathing slowed a bit and I felt my dick relax ever so slightly. And in an instant I was back on that edge as Eric grabbed my rod with his left hand and began to polish the tip with the palm of his right hand. I truly thought I would need to break the headboard to get loose or die trying. I had never struggled like this before in my life. And even though he wasn't stroking my dick I felt the surge of cum making it's way through me. I was gasping for air. I knew this time I would cum.

And he stopped. I felt tears running down the side of my face. I heard myself pleading through the leather gag. I would do anything to be relieved. And I heard Eric's laughter as he left the bed, leaving me alone.

I could lift my head just enough to see him across the room removing his suit jacket and vest. Eric was such a handsome man. It just made this whole evening that much more insane. I couldn't believe that such a man would truly hurt me. Still the fear of the situation nagged at me. Eric left the bedroom for a minute but when he came back I felt myself stiffen again. In his hands he held the hood I'd packed for today. It was a thick padded hood with locking belts criss-crossing it and with only a tiny grommet at the mouth for breathing. I knew from experience just how intense it was. I could already feel my breathing tighten in anticipation of having it put on me. I started to struggle on the bed.

Eric came over and roughly slapped my dick. I screamed into the gag. "Hold very still and be very quiet, Robert, or I'll slap your cock until it bleeds. Do you understand?"
I nodded, pleading with him with my eyes, with a whimper into the gag.

He loosened the rope on my ankles a few inches and pushed me further up the mattress so that he'd have more leverage to lift my head and put the hood on. He removed the gag. "Please. I'll tell you anything you want. I'll give you anything you want. I don't know anything about the plans you want. But I'll try to help you find the person who really does know." I was babbling.

He was already sliding the hood over my chin. "Shhhh. I'm sure you'll remember much more in a couple of hours." As if he knew exactly how the hood worked, he quickly and efficiently pulled it over my head, laced it tightly in back, and buckled and locked all the belts. Outside of a tiny hole to breathe through I was totally isolated from the world around me. I felt him slide down the bed, and I felt a tongue begin to lick my nipples. The groans escaping from me filled the padded hood, echoing in my head, and I felt my cock again bouncing in mid air, hoping to have what was now a monster load released.

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Wow, Part II

Yesterday was a terrific day, playing with hubby and the pup. Main focus: flogging. Say what you want, see it from whatever perspective works for you, but for me and the hubby flogging has become the most intimate exchange we have. He truly hits the mountaintop, releases waves of endorphins, and we bond in a deep way that is downright religious. Plus, scoff if you will, when it really works, really and truly and deeply, he gives off this incredible scent, right in the middle of his back, just between the shoulder blades. I was trying to describe it to pup as the flogging scene approached. I called it my "ambrosia", the drink of the Greek Gods. It's a combination of endorphins, sweat, fear, maybe a drop of blood, and the molecules of leather and rubber from the floggers mixed in. I swear to you I smell something totally different than any other scent in the world. And it's intoxicating.



No pics from yesterday. But suffice it to say, it was a great day for hubby, and a pretty darn good day for pup. Every time we play, I learn. I learn pup's pathways, his walls, his needs, his cravings, more about his headspace. And I know he learns as well. His frustrations are so recognizable, but his hunger more than overcomes them.






Today was supposed to be simple. A little bondage play......but here's the "wow." This little pup slipped into the "boy" headspace at breakneck speed. Within minutes of arriving I thought he was going to hyperventilate. We did a nice bondage scene with a pre-built web in the playroom. And he dripped mightily through his jock and the singlet. And his nipples started responding. And his dick was craving the smacks. And he said magic words: "Spank me."



We went a long way. He was weak, I was tired. But a 2nd wind came over us. More bondage, a blindfold, and WHAM he's back in the headspace......and rock hard. And now to a simple hogtie...and some hot wax. This is the first time I've heard real, deep, gutteral groans from the boy. After covering his butt, I turned him over and covered his chest and stomach. I was rewarded with a little knowledge about this boy's turn-ons when he shot 7 magnificent arcs across his belly.


Of course one of my favorite moments with this boy is when he showers and joins me in the "decompression" phase. We talk a bit, maybe just relax a bit. Today I got a hammer in the middle of the forehead. It's the basic "reality-hammer-in-the-middle-of-the-forehead" with two solid swings: With both of us traveling in the near future we won't get to see each other until mid-August. And the pup has a big change in job responsibilities which is going to make his schedule a lot less flexible than it's been for the last six weeks.

I need to head out now. I'm buying a lottery ticket. All this work shit really gets in the way of the important things in life.

A Most Recent Session

Played with one of the biggest perverts I've met in a long time, (that's a compliment). Hoping he'll be back for more in July so that I can really give him the paddling he so richly deserves! What I truly most loved about this session was that he was SOOOOOOOO responsive. Moaned like his life depended upon it, tested the bondage, struggled in the bondage, damn near flew five feet off the ground while he was being paddled. We didn't know much about each other prior to playing, but when he told me he could have taken a lot more paddling than I gave him, he opened the door to a play session I really hope he remembers for a very long time!