Spanking a Young Texas Husband

I got an email from a young woman from Texas about 2 months ago. That's right, a young woman. She contacted me via a male/male spanking site about her husband. "He needs to get his ass whooped the way his daddy used to do it" she wrote. The couple was planning a trip to Las Vegas in early October and she wondered if I would be able to help her out and spank her husband.

I checked the address to be sure no one was playing a trick on me. Was this my luckiest day ever? Of course I'd offer my help. So I emailed back, giving her a little information about me. I also asked several questions about their situation and why the spanking was needed, what the boy looked like, and why no one in Texas was able to help out with the problem. After all, Texas has no shortage of belts and spankers willing to swing them.

Her reply:

He's 27 years old. 5'8" 160 pounds. He's got longish dirty-blond hair and a scruffy goatee that he won't shave no matter how many times she asks. He has lost three jobs in two years and the only one who will now employ him is her uncle out of kindness to her. He's been mostly just lazy at home and work. She thought the Vegas trip would be a good time to have him spanked because the reputation of the city is that what happens here stays here. She thought it would be a good idea to have the deed done and let them get back to life in Texas with hopefully a new attitude, without anyone in their business about his discipline. Basically, she wanted it done, done right, and their privacy protected.

So, I started thinking more about it. This young woman wants her husband spanked – but how does he feel about it? I am a big strong guy, but my idea of fun is NOT surprising a young stranger to wrestle him down for a spanking he had no idea was coming. I prefer a better plan than that. So I told her he'd have to email me next so we could continue the discussion.

I got an email from him very quickly, probably within an hour. He introduced himself as Colby. I noted he had a yahoo messenger ID so I sent him an instant message, which he replied to and we began a chat. I asked him some questions about the spanking and if it was something he was in on or if it was it all his wife's Idea. He wrote that they had many problems in their marriage at present, most which he felt responsible for and that maybe he needed some old fashioned discipline to get things turned around. It seemed to always work when his dad did it, but his dad wasn't offering it any more, and he might not be able to accept it from him any more anyway. He needed a new authority figure. At that point I asked him to call and gave him my number. His response of "yes Sir" was quickly followed by a ring of my cell phone.

He seemed very pleasant, and respectful. He called me Sir in a Texas twang, and although he seemed a bit nervous to discuss it, I could tell that he really wanted this spanking. More than that, he felt he really needed it.

I asked him how his father had administered spankings when he was still at home.

"Sir, he bent me right over a saw horse out in the shed and beat the seat of my wranglers with his belt til his arm was tired."

I agreed to match that and do better. From there we set up the particulars of our meeting when they arrived in town. His wife wanted to be present for the spanking, but I told her that spankings are meant to be between men. I think Colby was relieved by that. She'd have to wait in the casino while I took care of her husband's backside.

The day finally arrived and I was excited. This would be different than any spanking I had ever given. Colby and I had talked a few times since then and had started to form a dad/son type of friendship. I also spoke a couple more times with Jeanie (his wife) and we felt fairly comfortable with each other before we even met.

I drove to the Tropicanna where they were staying. It's one of the older properties on the strip and the casino is a bit cramped. We met in the back entry area, kind of a dead spot. I knew them as soon as I walked in. Both wore western wear, and looked a bit nervous. Neither were very tall, he was 5'8" she about 5'4". Both had blond hair, hers was in curls long past her shoulders. His was past his jaw line and ratty looking. He had a un-kept look, although his clothes were clean. His wranglers were still fairly new, he wore a western shirt of some kind, and boots, but no hat. The finishing touch to his outfit was a thick brown leather belt with a medium sized buckle.

I greeted them, we tried small talk, but it didn't seem to work, so we went to the bar for a drink. We all had a Corona and a shot of Patron Silver. The conversation started to flow a little easier and it seemed the right time for Colby and I to excuse ourselves and leave Jeanie in the casino.

I set down my empty bottle, looked the young man in the eye and said, "Boy, it's time to get to business."

He paused for a second. I saw his Adams apple gulp. He swallowed the rest of his beer, gave Jeanie a kiss. "Yes Sir".

"Lead the way son"

"Yes Sir".  

I followed him to the elevator, which was the first time I got a good look at his ass. What a great target! Round and plump, it was not too big but there was some beef back there. It jutted out, pushing against the tight denim which stuck in the crack of his butt, ever so slightly, down where his cheeks met his thighs. On the back of his belt were the letters C O L B Y in western style letters. We didn't speak in the elevator or down the hallway to his room.

He opened the door and we walked in. I told him to turn on the TV to the news and turn the volume up a bit. Then I instructed him to stuff towels along the crack of the door to block noise into the hall. While Colby did as he was told (with a "yes Sir") I moved a chair away from the desk and pushed a coffee table out of the way. With the tasks down, he stood staring at me. "It's time boy, get over here."

"Yes Sir"

"Untuck your shirt"

"Yes Sir"

"Now, take off that belt and hand it to me boy"

He hesitated. "Yes Sir" He unbuckled, pulled it through the loops and handed it to me without making eye contact, he looked at the floor.  

"Bend over that desk son"

"Yes Sir"

He bent down, placing his chest on the top of the desk. His legs were spread and his knees slightly bent. I reached over and pulled up his shirt tails and got a good look at this beefy can waiting for his discipline.

I let him wait for a minute or so. The anticipation was thick in the room. Then I pulled back and let the belt fly, as it impacted his right cheek I pulled back with my wrist and let it snap right across the crown of his bun.

His reaction was intense, but not loud. He gave a moan, gripped the desk tighter, grimaced and the heels of his boots lifted just a bit. But he kept himself in place and took it like a man. I kept the licks coming, in the same style, with the tongue of the belt impacting the roundest parts of his ass. His reactions got more and more intense but he never added much volume. I don't know how many swats I gave him like that, dozens and dozens. It was real punishment and he knew he deserved it.

After 20 minutes or more I stopped and told him to stand up. He instinctively reached back to rub his ass. But I quickly told him to leave it alone.

"Yes Sir. I'm sorry for that."

"Now let down your jeans boy."

He waited a second. "Do it now boy!"

"Yes Sir"

He fumbled with is button and fly but was soon pushing the wranglers over his rump and down his legs. He wore a nice tight pair of blue briefs, snug on his ass. The early redness of his buns was poking though the leg openings.

"Now bend back down."

"Yes Sir"

The cotton clung to his ass crack and sent heat to my groin. I'd been hard the whole time, but now I was raging. I started in with the belt again, but this time in a more direct style. No snapping, but instead the full broad belt across his ass beef. He mounds were bouncing and flinching and he was starting to really squawk. I had to warn him to keep his feet down, and I grabbed a pillow from the bed to bury his face in to avoid disturbing other guests. I switched sides every five or six licks and kept it going without hesitation. After a few minutes Colby started to break. His yelps turned to cries then the distinct resonance of a young man in tears. But I kept it going. He told me his daddy worked him to exhaustion and that's just what I did too. When I stopped, Colby was crying hard. I left him there a few minutes, and had a seat in the chair I had moved away from the desk before we started. I called him over and sat him on my lap. We talked about how he could improve his life and marriage. He agreed to my ideas and brought out some of his own too. He wanted to do better than he had been and he began thanking me for dealing out the discipline he needed to turn his attitude around.

"Wait son. You're attitude adjustment isn't quite over yet. Now lay down over my lap and we'll finish it up"

He looked scared for the first time.

"Come on boy, get over my lap!"

He struggled up with his pants around his shins and laid down like I told him too. I adjusted his position until I had his target in the perfect line with my hand and shoulder. Then I grabbed his waistband and tugged his briefs over his bubble ass. It was black and blue and red and purple and perfectly round with smooth cheeks and a slightly furry blond crack.

I started a long firm hand spanking on his sore butt cheeks. He started to cry on the first swat. This time I was lecturing him as we proceeded. I punctuated all the points we had talked about when he was sitting on my lap with a firm spank. Colby cried and begged and told me he was sorry and that he'd change. After 15 more minutes I stopped and pushed him up to his knees. He's face was wet with tears. I allowed him to rub his butt and get himself together. More time passed and I told him to get dressed again. He was very sore and it hurt to pull the tight jeans on over his ass, but he did it like a man. We shook hands and headed out of the room to meet Jeanie downstairs in the Casino. They hugged and kissed and I could tell he wanted to talk with her alone, but that would come in time. I still had another job to do with the young man. I told her we'd be back in a short time and I took Colby to my car, drove him to a barber and had him get his hair cut and a shave. He looked great, so much more respectable and handsome. I knew her uncle, his boss, would appreciate the change.

I drove him back to the Tropicanna and dropped him off. As he got out of the car he leaned in the door, shook my hand again and said, "Thank you Sir, you did just what you said you would. Just what I needed".