Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2011 17:05:33 -0500 From: Bob G Subject: My New Sir This is a true account of my first spanking experience as an adult. It has been many years since it happened but I have to say that I remember it like it was yesterday. As I approached the house, I began to feel my heart pound in my chest. I had been talking with this guy for probably a week and now it was time to put actions to my words. He had told me that it was not going to be a fun experience but it was what I needed. I knew it. I had spent the better part of my early adult life wondering why I could not get my act together. I knew there were things that I did that were wrong and I knew if I had been under my Dad's roof..I would have been spanked for the misdeeds. It was not until I was 26 yrs old that I thought I needed to find a new dad. So I placed an ad in an online personals website. Within a few hours, I was chatting with the guy I would soon be standing in front of for correcting. I was instructed in his email to park in the drive and come in thru the garage. I was also to be in the role play position of son. So I did as I was instructed, I parked in the drive, took a big breathe and started my walk into the garage. The garage door was closed behind me and I knew when I walked into his house..I was his son and he was my Dad. I entered the house and said "Dad, I'm home". From a distant room I heard his response "You are home but you are 15 mins late. Turn right around and go wait in the garage." So I turned around and as I did my mind went racing back to being a teenager and being told to go to the garage and wait. I knew that meant to go out there, strip to my white briefs and stand there. So here I am, standing in my new Dad's garage in just my boxer briefs waiting for what seemed like an eternity. Dad came into the garage dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. The first thing I noticed was his belt, a very wide, black leather belt . I remember thinking that man that is going to hurt and a shock wave hit me. He sat down on a work stool and said "Come here and stand in front of me". On wobbly legs, I did as I was instructed. "Why were you late when I told you to be home by 10?" he asked. "I was trying, Dad, but the guys would not stop bullshitting and I had to drop them off" I replied. "That is not a good enough excuse this time and I am tired of the same lame answers..there is always a reason and tonight, the answers and excuses STOP" he said. As he stood up, he started to unbuckle his belt and pull the belt thru his loops..I knew I was about to learn a lesson in time management which I desperately needed. He looked me in the eye and said "grab the workbench, you know the drill". I bent over and took a hold of the edge. All of the sudden, I felt his fingers dig into my waistband and in one pull, the boxer briefs were at my ankles. "Do not try to block the swats with your hand or we start over" he said and tears began to form in my eyes before the first hit was applied to my virgin backside. "Yes Sir" was all I could get out. The first swat came in an instant and it took a second for my behind to send a brain directive that this was going to hurt. By the time, I felt the first one, the second swat and third were being applied. Instinctively, I moved my hand to block the next swat. Dad said "OK, I told you about that..we now start over". He made me stand, reposition myself and he said aloud as the belt came down again "One". By this time, tears were rolling down my face and I was crying like I was 16 again. The crying, swats, and grunting continued for another 15 to 20 times before he finally said "OK, were finished.stand up and find a corner with your hands on your head". As I was standing in the corner trying to calm down, my new Dad came up behind me and told me it was a good start and he would continue to mentor my needs. That was the beginning with many more sessions to come over the following years.