OK this next post is dangerous to put out...here's why. On the surface it will seem extremely offensive. I have to assure anyone reading this that I have an online friend who is an older black man. He and I spoke about the erotic side of the relationship between a slave and or indentured servant with his owner master. Obviously in today's day and age we have the luxury of choosing to look at it this way, and in fantasy we get to control what happens and when we want to stop fantasizing about it. He and I totally understand this, we went back and forth about what would be off limits. Political correctness and sensitivity would kill the raw savage erotic thrill. He and I agreed that pull no punches would be the hottest. This was written for him, and we don't need anyone to lecture us about it. It's a sexual fantasy that deals with slavery. If you can't handle it as fantasy stop reading this post.

I have a scene in my head where you are the slave butler for a rich white family. I'm the master I'm a little drunk and I'm nit picking your performance in front of my gentlemen guests other land owners over for dinner and drinks....you are getting nervous because I'm being harsh with you and encouraging my friends to do the same...you finally make a mistake and spill something because I have you so on edge ...in front of everyone I order you to go to your quarters and strip down to nothing, I say to stand in the corner bare as the day you were born and wait for me to come up to punish you. You whimper a little and plead "Nooo sir pleeasseeee no sir, I'll clean it up and I'll be more careful....I tell you that I know you'll clean it up, but not before you're punished like a horrible child.

you know that you have no choice if you run most of the times you're caught and that would mean punishment beyond belief and you can't reason with me when I'm drunk and in front of my friends and peers ....you're almost in tears from anxiety fear and embarrassment, but you know you must go strip naked and stand in the corn to await what is sure to be a hard harsh thrashing.

You'r in position and waiting 5 minutes which feels an eternity to wait for the abuse. you hear our voices down stairs laughing. It burns in you to hear us getting enjoyment out of your suffering. You are our sadistic entertainment for the night. My footsteps thump drunk and heavy as I coming up the stairs, but it’s not just my footsteps you hear, it sounds like the entire dinner party is on it’s way up. Two men made excuses and left to go home, but 3 of the more sadistic guests are interested in watching you being beaten in the nude, and they stay for the show.

The four of us reach the door way and look in to see you naked and shaking with fear in the corner. I yell “Boy it’s time for your strappin!” My voice was loud and abrupt. It startled you as it shattered the tense moment. You cower in the corner and plead for me to spare you. You have turned toward us and your large black cock dangles for us to see. It’s bigger than any of ours and we resent you for it but also look at you as being like an animal, like livestock. Our horses have cocks long as our arms. Your large cock allows us to justify our position of treating you like animals.

I tell you to stand up straight arms up hands behind your head. You do it and we all look at your naked body none of us admitting our curiosity for it. I make you stay like that as I lecture you about your poor performance, but the lengthy browbeating is just to keep you facing forward for our peering. Finally it’s time to give you what you were sent up for. I’m still finishing the final few words and you see me reach down to my belt and unbuckle it. I point to the bed. This isn’t the first belt whipping I’ve given you. You’re all too familiar with the required position you’re expected to assume.

You nervously get onto the bed face down and you push your ass up as high as it will go in this position. You hear the sound of the leather strap flipping out from around my waist as it zips through the belt loops. You know it’s close now, and you’re right. I have it doubled over in my right hand and I lash down across your bare ass hard. Again, again and again. You’re yelping and that nigger ass has fallen flat down to the mattress. You’d move it down lower if that mattress wasn’t holding it in place now. Lash after lash the men are cheering me on telling me what a good whipping I give. You’re crying “Pleaaaaase, pleaaaaaase masa, no mo masa...I’ll be a good nigga masa” I stop whipping you and you think for a moment that your cries have helped you.

You couldn’t have been more wrong. I was simply giving the belt to another guest so he could enjoy the entertainment portion of the night’s program. Archibald J. Fraumstohler had the strap now accompanied by a crazed look in his eyes. He ordered you to your feet and made you face the men arms up fingers interlaced behind your head. Then he stood back behind you and let the belt unfold from it’s doubled [stance] He drew back and let it land where it did, no real guidance for it’s direction on his part. The first landed across the back of your legs the next went diagonal across your back with the very tip coming around to sting your ribs the next landed more across your hip with that menacing tip stinging your balls. This one drops you to the floor.

The men force you back to your feet muttering things like “get up boy, you aint near done yet.” and “This animal is going to learn to stay put for the business at hand or he’s going out to the post for a real whipping.” Back on your feet Mr. Fraumstohler gets back to his turn at torture. He gives you a few more you’re teeth are gritted as tight as you can keep them to hold in the screaming any other man would be doing. Mr. Fraumstohler stops and appears to be a bit winded. He announces that all the ale has caused him to seek relief. Instead of ending the entertainment, and always the good host I offer you up as a source of relief.

“Knees boy!” your glad to be done with that heavy leather strap, but now you fear you know what is expected of you and what would happen if you refused. You kneel down and I tell you to open your mouth for Mr. Fraumstohler’s use. You look at me and your eyes plead for consideration. “I’m waiting.” Your mouth opens slowly knowing what it’s use will be. I instruct you on my expectations. “not a drop on my floor beast, do I make myself clear, every bit in your belly.” You look at me and give a sad sheepish nod yes. Mr. Fraumstohler steps up before you and unbuttons the flap of his trousers. He removes a small plump pecker that most prepubescent lads could rival. It smells of his warm sweaty crotch. He inserts the tip just into your mouth and pauses. Nothing is coming out yet he gives it a wiggle and a tug and finally a stream of hot piss hits the back of your throat. You swallow it as fast as you can to try to get this out of your mouth so you don’t taste it. there is a brief pause then another stream rushes out this one goes on for a while and you need to gulp down swallow after swallow to keep it from over flowing. You hear me reminding you. “No a drop on my floor.”

He finally runs out of urine to fill you with and begins to pull away. I stop him and ask if his mouth could serve another form of relief for us. I urge him to slide it back in and order you to carefully put your lips around it. I tell Mr. Fraumstohler to look at it and tell me if your lips wrapped round his cock didn’t bare similarity to a maid’s most favorable feature. He gave thought and pushed in a little deeper. “Indeed it does good man” he responded back as he made a face that conveyed the feeling he was experiencing. He began to hump your skull using you as a surrogate to his wife’s warm wet gash. Not too long after the first thrust forward you tasted another fluid in your mouth different in both viscosity and flavor from the last fluid he bestowed on you.

He stepped back out of breath and looking quite surprised at how well this recommendation of mine worked out. He looked at Francis and demanded that he give it a go. Francis need not be asked twice. He stepped up unbuttoned and unbuckled allowing his trousers to fall and pool around his ankles. His cock stood straight out into the air as if it were trying to reach the ceiling. This was much more impressive than Archibald’s short plump thumb of a cock. He pointed it down and slowly, deliberately slid it in. He twisted your ear hard and said “Nurse on it, nurse like a babe on a teat.” you suck and drops his back and lets out a gasp of pleasure. He pumps while you suckle and before long he gives you the same warm salty mouthful Archibald did.

You’ve finished off two of the men, and it’s clear that you’re not done yet. I order you back onto the bed in whipping position. You’re confused thinking the whipping was over. You push your meaty cheeks as high as possible, like two hams being raised in an offering. I grab your hips and pull up with a hard yank causing you to get your knees under you but your chest is still pressed to the mattress. I look to Phillip and ask him if he wants to ride the stern or the bow. He didn’t speak his answer instead he simply took position at your mouth and began to take out a cock for you to service.

I removed my trousers completely to enable freer movement. I ordered you to reach back and open your back door. You understood and pulled the thick cheeks apart to reveal the puckered stinking hole. I spit on it several times to moisten it then on my cock. I asked for Archibald and Francis to lend their spit as well. They obliged. I rammed my hard thick cock into your hole causing you to squeal out in pain. I rapped you in the ribs and said “Quiet boy, take it like a whore” I thrust forward into you again and you fought back a moan. I pumped harder and faster until it plateaued into a good fast rhythm.

At this point Phillip was able to safely insert his rod into your mouth without fear of biting. He pumped, I pumped you were getting it from both directions. Archibald surprised me by reaching in from behind and working my plumbs as they hung and bounced in the commotion. I enjoyed the extra stimulus and before I knew it I seeded you. I did several spasms and convulsions as I shot my seed up deep in you. My breathing was staggered and finally like a demon had been excersised from my soul, I regained my composure and got to my feet. My cock reeked of ass, and needed a good washing. I waited for Philip to give your mouth the final taste of custard that evening then announced that it was time for us to say good night.

I left my pants off and escorted the men out saying our goodbyes. When they had all gotten into their carriages and rode off, I called your name loudly with a hint of frustration. I told you to fetch warm water, soap and rags. I made you wash my rod clean of the scent that wore off of your hole. You did as you were told and I rose to the occasion once more. I ordered you to keep washing I told you to add more soap. You did. I ordered you to put your finger back behind my sack and wiggle, you did, and soon I was there again, arching tightening and breathing sporadically. A warm blast of my seed crossed your cheek and shoulder. I was spent, exhausted. I told you to head to your room it was time for bed. I locked you in, and went to my room to sleep like a baby.

Adult spanking. Being an adult and getting spanked is nothing like being a kid and getting spanked. As a kid you have no choice, and your dad is so big and powerful to you that you submit immediately. I think looking back that the pain of my spanking wasn't the worst part it was the psychological side of being handed down a sentence of "The Belt" having to report to my room and get into position to take it. I had so much anxiety and nervous energy built up by the time he came up to tan my ass that he could have patted my butt and I would have melted down.

Now don't get me wrong he did not pat my butt, he whacked it, and he whacked it hard enough to show me he meant business, but here's the thing, as kids me and my buddies all played games at one point or another where we made loosing the game, the bet, or the challenge punishable by whacks. The guy who lost would sometimes have to bare ass to take them. We would usually hand slap that ass, but sometimes we'd get the belt out or some implement like a wooden spoon or a plank of wood. The point I'm leading to is that when we did it we whacked hard...no joke and I have to say we did it harder than our dad's did, but we never cried. We might hoot and yelp jump around and hold our blazing hot cheeks to sooth them, but we didn't cry. Yet my dad spanking me half as hard would get me crying like a baby.

I wonder if it is, and have to conclude that it is the psychology of being truly at dad's mercy that made the emotions run full tilt and crank up the water works. This leads me to wonder if we as adults now had the opportunity to truly control and dominate men, could we get tears from a spanking? I imagine a prison setting or a war setting, where you can capture and control a man. If you took that prisoner and lets say you were significantly larger and better trained in hand to hand combat so that he knew even outside of the guards with guns he'd still have no choice but to submit, then declared that he was going to get the belt, made him go to his room and wait for it, then finally walk up to his room and give it the way dad did, would he cry?

When I was a kid, there was a different attitude about spanking. It was before the world went crazy and decided a "time-out" was the way to raise kids. Spanking used to be how you helped disobedient kids be better people. That being said it wasn't unheard of for other members of a kids family to spank him. Through talking to some guys, usually guys down south, they even had to worry about neighbors tanning them. In my case if I were spending time with my grandparents or aunts and uncles, and I got mouthy or bratty I could get a good old fashion ass tanning almost as fast as if I were at home.

Staying with my dad's parents almost certainly meant I was going to get strapped by granddad. Just like when he raised my dad, he had very limited tolerance for attitude disobedience or bickering between me and my brother or cousins. From time to time my parents would take trips and that meant we would get packed up and sent to spend the weekend with grandparents. Don't get me wrong we actually had fun with them. We would do fun activities and I have some of the greatest memories of these times, it was just that he ran his house tight. He was a Marine, then he was a plant manager that oversaw tough blue collar factory workers. He was a top dog, and alpha male, and he had a belt that could adjust anyone's attitude.

I remember being at the table one night and he was talking to grandma about the guy at work who has been being a problem. I can't remember what he said the guy was doing wrong, but in my head as a kid he was allowed to spank anyone he was in charge of, so I asked him in all seriousness if he was going to give him the belt at work the next day. He laughed really hard and thanked me for the good idea. I didn't understand what was funny. The guy was being bad and he was making grandpa angry. I thought he was really going to take this guy to his office and belt spank his bare ass over his desk. The next day after work I asked if he had to whip that guy. He chuckled and said "Almost Kiddo" and went back to his room to get out of his work clothes, so the conversation was over.

Now one of the belt whippings I got from him was pretty memorable. We had gone out for a day of errands stopping at the hardware store, the auto supply store, the barber shop. I guess I had been out too long and not doing fun kid stuff. I must have gotten whiny and fussy. Then I did what I was told not to do. I walked away in the last store and wound up dropping something and breaking it. He needed to pay for it and on the way out he said "You're going to get it when we get home" I started to melt down I didn't want one of his famous belt whippings, they hurt so bad. He had me by the arm taking me out into the parking lot and I was doing the collapse thing as if he wouldn't just lift me up and carry me home. He got me right to my feet and gave me 3 or 4 hard swats with his hand that stung like bees.

We got in the car and now he was really fed up with me. Maybe I was tired or something because looking back even I think I deserved it. Grandpa finally turned down a street that was off the beaten trail, no pun intended, He took me out of the car bared my butt, took off his famous belt, put his foot up on the bumper, Hauled me over it and whipped my little ass to a fire red glow. I think a car even passed us as he was doing it. When I had the demons whipped out of me he put me back in the car and drove us home. I cried myself out in the front seat and slept the rest of the way back to his house and then he must have carried me in and put me on the sofa to finish my nap.

I woke up and felt refreshed my cheeks didn't hurt anymore but they buzzed and or throbbed. They were warm and almost felt good in someway. I got off the sofa and saw grandpa doing some stuff to the car. I went out and acted like nothing was wrong, he asked if I was feeling better and I nodded yes with a little embarrassment because I got it but I didn't like to admit that I felt calm and clear after it proving that he really knew how to adjust an attitude and give a boy what he needs even if he doesn't think he wants it. He asked me to pass him the box wrench and we were back to being buddies again like nothing happened. We both knew the slate was clean and there was nothing to dwell on.

I launched this blog yesterday and had a good time writing the first post, I also got some great feedback which confirmed how a lot of guys out there share my way of thinking.

Today I'll talk about a game men play in the locker room. The naked game. I love to work out, it makes me feel good it lets me eat more without getting too big, and of course I love to be naked with other guys so the locker room is a major part of it. I might have shared this story with you a few years back on my yahoo group but I can't remember and I like it on a few levels so I'm going to do it again.

The gym I go to is the best gym I've ever gone to for locker room satisfaction. It is a little ways up the street from me but worth every minute of the drive. It's in an fairly affluent upper middle class area and has been there for ever. It offers swimming, racquetball, and of course weights. The racquetball attracts married men between 35 and 60. The straight, clean cut, college educated type of men with 2.5 kids, a strong dental plan, and a Volvo or an Explorer for the macho suburban type dad. These are the rule followers in our society. The good boys who did their home work and listened to mom and dad. They're aching for something taboo, and when they get to the locker room they get to strip naked and walk around care free with their buddies. They sit in the sauna, sans towels, legs open with their average peckers on full display. They hold normal conversations with the other nude buddies like this was as regular as it gets an in fact it should be, but I just don't buy it. I think they're acting normal like they're comfy with it, but I get the idea that they're thrilled by this interaction. It's a rush for them.

I love being a bystander in all of this and watching the guys interact. I like paying attention to the details, observing them like it's research. I'm not sure if you're allowed to do a PS in the middle of a story and as for the proper flow of the story this next thought should probably be in the paragraph above, but what the fuck, I'm not being graded for this so I'll slip it in here; I love when one man is sitting on a bench at the locker naked, dressed or somewhere in between and then his naked, fresh from the shower buddy comes up as he's drying off and talks to him with one foot on the bench so his junk is on full display and dangles in the other guy's clear line of vision and the two of them act like they don't have any idea how erotic it is. OK, back to the observation. I watch to see who is truly relaxed and comfortable with their nudity, you know the guy who just takes a normal shower dries off without doing a big production and then gets dressed, verses the guy who gets naked as soon as he gets in walks around naked talks to his buddies naked takes a long shower, draws some level of attention to himself while naked, stays naked a little too long after drying off...you get the point.

This is that latent homosexual behavior I was touching on yesterday where men had to find ways to play so they could satisfy that urge without getting labeled gay. It's the hot male bonding I love. I find the comfortable with nudity guy just as hot if not hotter than the overly naked, doing it nude for a thrill guy. They each approach their nudity from a different mental direction. The comfortable guy is a mans man, probably grew up with brothers or was on sport teams where he changed in locker rooms, maybe even had a run in the military. He's truly straight and because he doesn't care too much about seeing yours he just assumes you don't care about seeing his. He's probably seen tons of them before at home or in the locker rooms so his natural curiosity to see how he ranks up or what different ones look like has been dealt with a long time ago, so now he's just comfortable with that "who cares, we're all guys" approach to his body. He's a urinal pisser for sure, not a stall pisser. Purposefully naked guy is thrilled to be seen and trying to pull off the natural coolness of the first guy. He's probably doing a little bit of a power play too. I'm sure he's trying to make you uncomfortable on some level but if you call him out he plays the "What? do you have a hang up?" card on you.

OK so with the above thoughts laying the ground work and leading us in, I'd like to talk about 2 guys. One is a cop, the other is a pastor. No, I'm not making it up. I know the cop and the pastor sound like porn fantasy but I swear they were really a cop and a pastor. I'll start with the cop. I like older men, I like masculine men, and I like husky men. This cop was 48 when I was 33. He was about 6 feet tall, and had to weigh in at about 240 or 250. He was in the gym toward the later side of the group who works out during lunch break, maybe one o'clock. It's important to figure out the schedule if you want to get into the shower with them. So first sighting I was in the sauna, post workout, and I was watching the guys shower and change. It's darker in the sauna than out in the direct light in the locker room, so you can see out but they can't really see in. The sauna door has a piece of glass about 1 foot wide by 5 feet high. You're on a seat about 5 feet back from the door so this only gives you visual access to a sliver of the locker room. Now in walks this beefy man in a police uniform and damn if he doesn't go to a locker that is in clear view.

I'm thrilled that he is in clear sight and surprised too, I have that luck where the ones I want to see the most inevitably get into some section just out of sight of where ever I am, but not this one. He undresses so he can put on his gym clothes and he's wearing classic white briefs "Tighty Whities" I have an underwear fetish and they're my number one. He's filling them out like a champ too. Thick bulge up front like his cock is thick and his balls are big, his ass is a big round grade A ass. I much more an ass man than a cock man. Some guys need to see big cocks I need a fat ass. If a guy is hung like a horse and has a flat saggy ass I can't get turned on, but if he has a little pecker and a big fat ass I'm all over it. I like to touch a plump firm ass, slap it, paddle it, belt it, wash it, rim it, fuck it, finger it, bite it, squeeze it, cum on it. I just go nuts over a good ass. He gets dressed in the gym clothes and heads out. I don't see him again for weeks. He's in the sauna totally naked no towel, sitting in the corner seat legs open and his thick cock and balls on display. He's not bashful about his nudity but he's clearly putting on a show, I'd rank him somewhere between the comfortable guy and the purposefully naked guy, favoring the comfortable side. He was the perfect hybrid of the two basic approaches.

He wasn't a big talker and soon after I came in he went out. Damn I could have looked at him for hours. I didn't see him again for a while but then when I saw him it was in the sauna again and it was the same deal of him on display in the corner. He sat there for a bit we had very minimal chit chat and he hit the shower for a second then went into the hot-tub/whirlpool. I've found over the years that you need to make your situations. If you let it slip away it will, but if you go after it you have the chance to make it unfold. I didn't want him to feel like I was chasing him, so I waited a bit then I hit the shower and joined him in the whirlpool.

I struck up a conversation with him about seeing him in the uniform. I asked him if he knew a guy that I know on the force in that same county and sure enough he did. He seemed to open up a little now. We introduced ourselves, so now I knew his name. Earlier I told you he was 48 when I was 33, this is how I know it. We were talking about how the hot water loosened our sore muscles after a good work out. He told me how old he was and said to trust him about how much more it hurts as you get older. I slipped a compliment into the conversation and told him he had a good build and that it looked like he lifted a lot. Being modest he downplayed how much he worked out and how strong he was. We had been in for a while and he said "Well that's all for me" and stood up out of the water. His cock wasn't hard but it wasn't soft either. I think he stood there for a second so I could see it. I was still sitting so it was at eye level for me and I started to pop a rod under the water. He turned to step out an I got a fantastic close up view of his beefy ass and his balls hung down like bull balls when his leg when up to step out. I was rock hard under the water. I was very hot too and wanted to get out and cool off a little but had to let things settle before I could come out.

Last part of this story. I didn't see him again for a long long time, like over a year, but he was as hot as a guy can be so needless to say I didn't forget him. Finally one day I'm done working out and I go into the sauna and there he is. I recognised him but kept it cool just did the regular guy greeting. We sat not talking and it was awkward because I knew him and I knew he knew me too. Now it's been 6 years since this happened so this detail is fuzzy, I can't remember who got into the shower first, but we both were in the shower room together next to one another in an open 6 head shower room. Maybe someone else was in there at another shower head so the one next to me or the one next to him was open, actually the harder I try to remember I think I recall one man in the middle shower head on one side and him at the middle shower head on the other side so when I came in I had to be next to one of them. You can guess who I picked to be next to. I love watching a man wash himself, I always wish I could reach over and help, and with him I wished it even more. I couldn't take the game any more so I said "Hey aren't you, Glen?" He said yes and acted like it was just coming back to him that he and I had talked in the whirlpool a yea ago. I played along with the lost memory game and said "Yeah I knew you looked familiar." It was lame we obviously knew one another but had to play the game.

Now here's the best and worst part of the story. He follows up with a comment about how good my body looked. Seriously!!! He said something like "I was wondering who the guy with the great body was" Holy Mother Of All Fumbles!!!!! I was so dumbfounded by him saying it that my brain froze and I didn't respond. I might have worked up a "Oh thanks" If I had a do over in life that could be where I would use it. There are so many things I could say to flush out that path he had just sent us on and I fumbled it with "Oh thanks" I could have complimented him right back and focused on how I wish my legs could get as thick as his legs and then talk about his glutes which is how you talk to a guy about his ass without sounding gay, I could have tried to get him to be my work out partner, I could have done something anything, but I froze and said "Oh thanks". Now here is where the big man upstairs has just go it out for me I never saw him again after that. I worked out at that gym for a little while more but I bought the house I live in now which is a bit of a drive, it was pricey, and I was tight on cash so I switched to that big name in gyms where the power-lifters go, it was way less expensive and much closer to my house. I was very disappointed with the lack of action in the locker room.

Since all of this happened I took a job that had me living on location in Philadelphia for over a year and in Boston for almost two years. Now I'm back in this house and I'm not tight on cash so I can justify the cost and the drive to get back to a gym where the locker room makes the work out worth the effort. I can't tell you how much I want to see him again. I'll keep you posted. Now let me tell you about guy number 2. This is more on topic with the spanking. He is the Pastor. He's my dad's age from Portugal has an accent, and has a cock on him like a mule. His butt is fine. Not perfect like the cops, just average with a good shape. With him I'm turned on by his locker room antics. He's another one who is purposefully naked. I talked about the shower with it's 6 shower heads he always picks the one to the far back corner which happens to be the one you can see the best from the lockers. Lets just say that he takes pride in how clean his cock and balls are. I say that because he puts so much care and effort into doing it. He takes his time and makes sure they're washed THOROUGHLY. In other words he puts on a show. His cock is uncut which fascinates me. As an American most guys I see here are cut, I've seen very few uncut ones. I'd love to have access to it and see how the foreskin works. Sometimes it is covering the head but then it goes back and the head is showing and the extra skin seems to vanish. I'm not a moron, I have a good idea of what's happening but I'd like to get hands on with it.

Anyway, I saw this man with the uncut mule cock in the shower on many occasions. My policy is that if you put on a show I watch, and I let you know that I'm watching. Again it goes back to going for what you want. If I let the guy doing the little show know I'm looking then we might be able to take the next step closer to closing the deal. Now with spanking and the pastor this is how it happened. We were in the sauna one day and two other guys were in there too. One guy was saying that he was watching his grand kids that weekend and they were driving him crazy being loud and wild. Here you have me a guy in my 30s who got the belt when I acted up, a guy old enough to have grand kids, a pastor about my Dad's age and another guy somewhere between my age and the pastor. I think all of us got spanked, and the conversation turned to how none of us were able to get away with acting like that as kids. How kids don't have consequences these days. No one used the word spank at first but we were all beating around the bush.

Finally the pastor said that he even got "it" in school if he acted up,then again at home if his dad heard that he got it in school. He didn't say spanking but we all knew what "it" meant. The guy with the grand kids smirked and agreed letting us know his dad gave "it" to him too. I chimed in with "Yeah my dad didn't believe in time outs either" we were all bonding on the spank topic, like proving we had all gone through this right of passage, we were raised like real men. the conversation took different turns, and the guy with grands kids headed out to shower then the middle aged guy, leaving he pastor an I in there to talk. I got right back onto the spanking in school topic. I asked him about getting it in school. He told me about it. I asked detailed questions. We swapped war stories about how we got it from dad. He told me that he raised his sons with the belt. He told me how he would make the boy go to his closet an retrieve the belt, he knew which one he needed to come back with an hat his spanking would be worse if he tried to bring back one of the lighter flimsier dress belts. He told me that as a pastor he had counseled young fathers on how to discipline and punish their children. He was really coming off as very pro-spank, and more than just the function of it as a necessary tool, but I think he was getting as much of a thrill as I was. This next part is subtle but I think it was very telling. A new guy guy walked into the sauna with us and we both clammed up. I didn't think about it immediately but it stuck with me that something was up with our abrupt end to the conversation. I realized that I stopped because the conversation seemed a little erotic to me and I got quiet to hide what I was up to, so maybe he was doing the same. If we were talking about cars we wouldn't have gotten so quiet.

Anyway at this point I had very good reason to believe he was a spanko-pervert like me. The next encounter was the best with him. It was a Saturday at about 4:30 so it was a bit of a ghost town in there. Gym closes at 7:00 on Saturdays and most people get it out of the way early so they have Saturday night for fun. I go in to the locker I always pick. It gives me the best view of the room and a straight view to the showers too. The sauna is right behind me and like I said earlier about the light letting guys see out but making it hard for someone to see in, I didn't know anyone was in it. I started to get undressed and the pastor comes out with a semi erection and no attempt to hide it. He goes to his shower head in the back corner in my direct line of sight an takes the fastest shower I've ever seen him take. Sitting in the sauna he was able to see me so he knew which locker I was at, so after his super fast shower he comes up and his locker is right next to mine. He's not wrapped in his towel he's holding it an his semi erection is in clear view. I'm befuddled, is this happening? He tells me to take my time when he sees me try to move over enough for him to get his locker open. Then he proceeds to get his towel under his balls and vigorously dry them so his huge semi hard donkey cock bounces up and down. I'm full on staring at it in amazement, blatantly enough for him to see me looking dead at it and not turning away.

I'm dressed in my gym clothes now and before I go to work out I need a minute in the sauna to watch him get dressed but also to see if he'll come in and join me. He gets dressed and leaves. I'm confused I thought I had a clear green light and that I returned a clear green light to him, but he left. He and I didn't have another encounter like that again and I was hoping we would. He had told me where he was a pastor, and encouraged me to come to a Sunday mass, or sermon, or what ever that service is called. I'm not a church kind of guy so I chose not to take him up on it. What I did was call him a few moths later and ask him to take part in a documentary about corporal punishment. I wanted his perspective as a both a father and a pastor. He agreed and asked if he should meet me at my house or the gym. I wanted the conversation to take place in the church, it added a level of taboo to it for me. No, I didn't tell him that I just said that with the lights and camera his church would be the best place for it. He agreed an we scheduled a date.

I got there and went in. It was a Tuesday morning. I assumed we'd be alone and have the chance to get into the conversation the way we did in the sauna and maybe take it further. My plan was to play dumb about spanking an see if he would give me one so I knew what he though a real one felt like. It didn't go down like that. He had an office, and there was some frumpy woman at a desk outside of his office I'll assume she was his assistant, or secretary. I set up in his office and I could hear her out there on the phone which meant that she could hear us so my plan was fucked. He was also different now. His eagerness on the topic did a 180 and he spoke about how it's written about in biblical terms and how he translates to a more modern interpretation. I asked about his use of corporal punishment with his sons and it was now being down played to he only gave them light smacks as a last resort and he laughed about how they would fuss about getting the belt. His story of a hard stern punishment had become a light hearted funny tale that contradicted his former version and even itself due to the fact that if it were a last resort then how was it funny and just light smacks to make a point?

Although this sounds like it's ending on a down note. I look at it differently. I think his change of heart in his office where people could hear him only cements my suspicion that he gets a thrill from it. He was hiding during that interview. I only need to get him out to my house or in a private situation and try it again. I it's he and I only then I think the whole thing will unfold. I can read it on him feel it from him. I just get the vibe and I trust the vibe.

OK, so where do I start. I'm going to keep it simple and just talk about myself, Jim Parker. Some of you might know me from my yahoo groups, others might be stumbling across me for the first time. My name is Jim Parker, I'm a perpetually horny man that loves masculinity, male bonding, male nudity, and of course SPANKING.

That sounds simple enough, right? Yeah kinda, until you start to really dig down into it. I think that nudity amongst men and spanking between men creates a bond. With masculinity comes competition with winners, losers, victories, defeats, pride, reputation, and sometimes stakes. I love the idea of men competing with the loser facing some stakes or consequence like humiliation or pain. Maybe the loser of a wrestling match being bare ass paddled which causes pain and humiliation, but at the same time it creates a bond between the men. The men entered into an agreement, the competed and the when the loser takes his consequences like a man then even though he lost he has dignity that his word was good.

In every culture men are taught through spoken and unspoken, clear and veiled, examples and or lessons on what it means to be a man. In America, and I'll speak in generalities so please don't get too defensive, Men are basically prudish about nudity, repressed about expressing emotion, and uneasy about contact. Like I said I'm speaking in generalities so bear with me. Think about women. When two women see each other in public they hug, they might even do the kiss on the cheek. If you saw two straight men meet for lunch and give each other a real hug and a little kiss on the cheek you'd be taken back by it. Women go to places to be waxed, do you guys know what goes on during a waxing? The woman getting waxed is naked from the waist down and she gets on all fours or spreads her legs so the other women can get in there and wax around her vagina. I don't know too many "straight" men that would go to another man strip from the waist down and spread their legs so a guy could get up in the cock ball and hole region. Finally think about crying. Women can cry anywhere anytime and it's accepted. Now get the mental picture of the man at work crying when he's yelled at by the boss, or crying in his car when he gets a speeding ticket. In general men hugging kissing being naked and showing emotion gay labeled as feminine or gay, thus challenging their masculinity.

If your masculinity gets challenged then you're outside the boundaries of what you're taught it is to be a man within your societies norms. Now do I think that real men don't want contact, don't want emotion, and don't like nudity? No, I think American men like it, in the same percentages that men from other cultures where it's not as frowned upon like it. So as American men I think we've found our outlets for male male nudity, and physical contact. It tends to be sports and athletics. Sports and athletics enable men to strip naked in locker rooms, shower together, get physical together, sweat together, grab one another, the pat on the ass is looked at as a common form of praise for a job well done. Then afterwards there is the drinking which anyone who has access to YouTube knows, leads to men stripping naked, dancing together, faking homosexual sex acts as a goof against gays, and expressing feeling toward one another that they won't have to admit to the next day because of the unspoken American male rule of "Man I was drunk last night" the proverbial get out of jail free card for all things embarrassing.

So that touches on us guys and how we've found ways to have what we want as long as we call it by another name and do it in a manner that jibes with our social norms. Spanking didn't get too much coverage in that rambling but real quick, I think a lot of us guys my age and older got spanked by our dads, some even got it from neighbors, coaches, teachers, and principals. I think it set in subconsciously that this was an acceptable form of male on male physical contact, it was an authority figure giving you attention and showing you that he cared enough to take time to correct you. So as bad as it hurt, for a lot of men it lasts as a found memory or an expression of caring. If you think I'm crazy talk to guys that grew up in the bible belt where they don't hide the fact that they whip their kid's asses. In fact they're proud that they do it. I'm with them on this one. I was belt spanked as a kid and I knew my place I showed respect to my elders I had self respect because I knew I was an important part of a family where there were serious expectations of me. I talked to some guys from Texas and we were all talking about how we got it, how tough our dad's were on us, how we know we deserved it. And guess what none of us were boohooing about it, in fact we were all smiling and laughing. It was like a right of passage and initiation into manhood to be raised that way. So it's no wonder why so many people like to get their butts busted today as an adult. Like a little trip down memory lane to easier times, safer times, time spent bonding with our dads, yes bonding.

I'll say that this blog will be about me and my feeling and experiences with all of the aforementioned topics, but it's as much about you, your take on it all, and your participation about it. I'll post comments, thoughts, stories, photos and anything I can think will enhance the conversation. Now I'll wrap it up and see what I hear back.