I was 22 and had been engaged for about a year to Julie who was four years younger than I. Julie lived with her mother and father and two younger brothers who were 14 and 16. We were saving up to get married but it was likely to take us a couple of years before we could finally afford to take the plunge.
I had not had very much to do with her parents and generally we met at my dads house where I lived, I would run her home after dates but generally stayed in the car and waited till she had opened her front door before I left.
Although she was 18 her parents still set her times when she had to be in and as they were so intimidating I always made sure she was home in good time.
One evening we had met friends for dinner and things had gone on a bit late and we did not get back to her house until about midnight even though she was supposed to have been in by 11.00pm at the latest. She was very nervous and asked me to see her to her door rather than sit in the car. The hall light was on and as Julie put her key in the lock her parents opened the door and immediately began to shout at her, accusing her of being untrustworthy and a liar. I had never seen them like this before and began to understand why she was rather scared of them.
I stepped forward and said it was all my fault, that Julie had asked to go home but that I had been enjoying myself so much that I did not realise what the time was and that I was totally responsible. Her parents said we had better go in and discuss it rather than standing on the front step, we both went in and her parents led us into the lounge. Her father stood in front of the fireplace and her mother sat in an armchair.
We were standing up in front of the sofa, I wanted to sit down but felt rather intimidated and remained standing. Her father asked Julie if it had really been my fault and she readily agreed and looked relieved that I had covered for her.
Her father told her she had better get up to her room and go to bed and that her mother would be up shortly to speak to her.
Julie and I said goodnight and she went off quickly to her room leaving me and her parents in the lounge. As soon as Julie had gone her father started stressing the importance of having rules in the house and that I would realise this when I had children. He said that they had always been strict with their children and expected them to obey all the rules as long as they lived under her roof.
He then said to Julie’s mother that she should go up and see Julie and deal with her in the normal way, she left the room leaving me and Julie’s dad alone.
I felt curious and could not get the phrase “deal with her in the normal way” out of my mind.
He then surprised me by asking if I knew that to punish Julie and her brothers they were spanked whenever they felt they needed it. I was totally amazed and could only stutter and slur for a few moments before he then asked if my dad had ever spanked me. I could feel myself getting very red and embarrassed and was able to say that he had when I was much younger. I was unable to say anything else and her father asked if that was the last time I had been punished in that way. I stuttered that it was and just stood there trembling like a little boy wishing the ground would open up and let me disappear. He then asked again, this time raising his voice and being quite aggressive, telling me to speak up and speak more clearly. I said quickly that yes that was the last time I had been punished in that way and that my dad was not a physical person.
He then said to me that I had admitted it was my fault that Julie was late and was this the truth. I felt very scared and worried for Julie upstairs with her mum and said yes it had been totally my fault. He came back immediately and said asked if I felt it was right that Julie was going to get spanked for something which was obviously my fault.
I thought about it for a few seconds while he stood and stared at me and then said no I did not feel it was right to punish her this time and that I was very sorry for having caused her to be late.
He then said to me did I feel that as I had taken the blame that it was only right that I should take the punishment. I was dumbstruck and just stood there feeling like a ten year old swaying from one foot to the other extremely nervously. I said I did not think I should be punished and that I really should be getting home myself as my dad would be worried.
He said OK if that’s how I felt I should go and he would go up and deal with Julie for having been late. I turned to leave the room and got to the front door and opened it and quickly left closing it behind me, I could see the silhouette of her dad standing in the hallway as I turned and headed for my car. As I got to the car I realised that I had left Julie there and that she was going to get spanked by her parents and felt that I should go back and try and do something about it. I approached the front door and could still see the silhouette of her father in the hallway, as I rung the bell I saw her father approach and open the door. He asked why I had come back and that it was late and he did not intend to get involved in a discussion with me about anything he did in his house. I asked if I could come in and talk to him, he stood to one side and I entered and he closed the door behind me. He told me to go into the lounge and to sit down and that he would be in in a few minutes.
I then heard him going up the stairs and heard voices, he was talking to his wife, I then heard footsteps coming down and along the hall, he and Julie’s mum then came into the lounge, he went over to the fireplace and she sat in an armchair.
He asked me what I wanted to say, I was rather embarrassed as I did not expect Julie’s mum to be there. I said that I did not feel Julie should be punished but felt it was not appropriate to punish me the way he did his family and was there anything else that could be done. He looked at Julie’s mum and then at me and said no, he would decide what punishment was appropriate in his house and I could either accept that or leave. Julie’s mum said that I should decide quickly as we were keeping Julie waiting which was not fair on her.
I then heard myself saying to him how would you punish me, he said nothing for a few moments then saying that he had already told me how he dealt with people in his house and that was how I would be dealt with to if I was man enough to take my punishment rather that let Julie take a spanking for what I had done wrong.
I then heard myself saying that I would not let Julie get punished for something that was my fault and that I would accept a punishment from him.
Julie’s mum got up and left the room and I heard her climb the stairs, I could hear her telling Julie that she was to get to be and go to sleep.
I was sat on the sofa and he was standing in front of the fireplace, he was staring at me and then said he was proud of me and that Julie had found herself an honourable man to marry and that he would be glad to have me as a son in law when the time came.
The mood had become less intense and although I felt slightly more relaxed at hearing what he had to say I was extremely frightened inside and had butterflies in my stomach.
He then asked me to stand up and to take my jacket off and place it on the back of the sofa, I was quite formally dressed as we had been out and had worn a suit and tie.
He told me to take off my tie and my shoes and socks and having said that he sat down in the armchair which was by the fire. I felt him watching me as I nervously removed my tie, followed by my shoes and socks, stumbling slightly as I removed them.
He then told me to come over to where he was and to stand with my hands on my head, he sat there and slowly rolled up his shirt sleeves. I felt totally vulnerable standing there in front of him, he was watching me very closely which made me get more and more nervous. He suddenly said that I should take my shirt off as it would only get in the way and it would be easier if I draped it over the sofa with my jacket. I had lost all my fight and just felt totally under his control and I fumbled with the buttons on my shirt slowly the shirt opened revealing my chest and stomach and as I pulled the shirt out of my trousers I felt totally vulnerable, he then barked that I should hurry up and put it on the sofa and get back over in front of him.
He looked at me disapprovingly and I realised my hands were not on my head as he expected and quickly put them up behind my head.
He then stunned me completely by saying that he presumed I was wearing underpants, I did not answer as I did not think I had heard what he had said properly. He then shouted at me – that he presumed I had underwear on, I looked down no longer able to look him in the eye and quietly and nervously said yes. What sort he barked and I said what did he mean – boxers?, y fronts, what are you wearing he shouted at me. I said I was wearing briefs, with this he reached forward and grabbed the top of my trousers saying that I would not need them if I had briefs on, my hands came down and grabbed his hands almost by impulse. Hye pulled my hands away and said to put them on my head and leave them there until he gave me permission to move them. My hands went nervously back up to my head. He undid the buckle on my belt and then undid the clip on my trousers. Once they were open at the top he pulled the zip down and then in one movement pulled my trousers down to my knees. As I stood there I was aware that Julie’s mum was back in the room, I went extremely red and could feel my body shaking., he then told me to step out of my trousers and to put them over the sofa with my other clothes, I felt very self conscious walking past Julie’s mum as I put my trousers down. He barked at me to hurry up and to get back over to him straight away, I moved over to him aware that I was shaking with nerves and probably bright red too.
As I got back to him he took my arm and pulled me over his knee, adjusting me so that one of his legs was under my stomach and the other supporting the tops of my legs. He told me to put my hands up behind my back and he held these firmly in place with his left hand while he rubbed the seat of my briefs with his other. He then started slapping my arse, first one cheek then the other, the slaps varied in intensity and speed and I was soon wriggling around like a little boy asking him to stop. I could hear myself saying I was sorry and I had learnt my lesson, I must have looked absolutely pathetic over his knee moaning like a little boy. The spanking stopped and he told me to stand up in front of him with my hands back on my head, I was now aware his wife was sitting opposite him so I had my back to her.
I said I was very sorry and that I would always make sure Julie was on time in future, he said he was sure I would but that he had not yet finished with me.
With that he told me to remove my briefs, I looked at him then at Julie’s mum and said no please don’t make me do that. Her dad said, loudly but calmly that he made the rules and that I was going to get a bare arsed spanking which was what I deserved. I asked if we could do it somewhere else not in front of Julie’s wife, he barked back immediately that he made the rules in his house not me.
I really felt like running away but there was nowhere to go, I knew it and so did he.
I stood there in front of him and he put his hands out and grabbed either side of the waistband on my briefs and I was aware that he was slowly pulling them down, when they were around my ankles he told me to step out of them which I did I wanted to cover myself up but knew I could not, I was rather well endowed and all the lads in the football team always directed there comments at me in the showers. My cock was about eight inches in length and also very thick, I was uncut and my balls were quite large and hung down proudly below my cock.
He then grabbed my arm and pulled me back over his knee, I was aware that my cock and balls were hanging down between his legs and could be seen by Julie’s mum sitting opposite. He then started spanking my arse again, this time quite quickly and very hard, I was soon wriggling about again over his lap, twisting and turning trying to avoid his hand. At last he stopped and asked me if I had learned my lesson, I lay there like a beaten child, stuttering, trying to say sorry and yes I had learnt my lesson. He told me my arse was very red and would sting for a long time, he then told me to stand up. I did not know whether to rub my sore arse or try and cover my cock and balls, the embarrassment was worse so I covered myself. Julie’s dad stood up and grabbed my arm, he said I was not allowed to cover myself this was all part of the punishment and I was supposed to feel embarrassed and humiliated. He told to me put my hands back on top of my head, I did this slowly not really wanting to but knowing I was beaten and there was no point in arguing. As I stood there the effect of the heat from my arse and the cool air around my cock and balls made me start to get erect, I was still standing with my back to Julie’s mum but his dad noticed and told me to make sure I kept my hands on my head. Once I started to get an erection there was nothing I could do and I was soon standing there with a full erection, the foreskin slowly peeling back adding to my embarrassment. He told me I should learn to control myself or I would soon be feeling a lot more embarrassed, with this he grabbed my arm and twisted me round so that his wife could see my erection. She was obviously not comfortable with me in this state and soon said she was going up to bed. With this she stood up and went out of the door and I could hear her climbing the stairs and her bedroom door close behind her.
He then said that unless I could control myself I would have to do something to get rid of it, I looked down and could feel the embarrassment in my face, I said nothing but try as I might I could not think of anything to get rid of my erection.
I stood there for a few minutes and then he grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the door, he took me into the kitchen and through to the downstairs shower room, he pushed me in the shower and turned on the cold water, it hit me like a knife and really went through me, he stood there smiling at my embarrassment, he had won, he had stripped me, spanked me, embarrassed and humiliated me and now he was in control. He let the water run for a few minutes and then turned it off, I was chilled through but still had an erection. Julie’s dad then said right you had better get rid of that hadn’t you, I was totally humiliated unable to put up any sort of opposition anymore, he stood looking at me and barked “go on you heard me”, my right hand slipped down to my cock and I slowly started to play with myself. I was rubbing myself for a minute or so when he said do it properly, pull the foreskin right back and push it forward again, if I have to tell you again I’ll get the boys down to watch. This was enough of a threat and I started jerking my cock taking the skin all the way back and then pushing it forward. I was not feeling as if I would ever come, the more I wanted to, to get it over and done with, the less it felt like it would. He then said that I had a couple of more minutes and if I had not come he would take me up to the boys room and make me do it there, he also as he said it grabbed my balls and gave them a twist which was the final humiliation, within a few seconds I could feel my body responding and I came right there in front of him. He turned the shower on again and told me to clean myself off.
When I was clean he turned off the shower and threw me a towel, I stood there in front of him drying myself, he stood and watched and I dried myself thoroughly. After I was dry he told me to come back through to the lounge, I followed him hoping it was all over.
When we got back to the lounge he told me to stand again with my hands on my head which I did immediately. He then said that from now on he would punish me whenever he felt I needed it and in front of whoever he felt he should and asked me if I had a problem with that, I answered no sir, knowing I was beaten.
He then said there was one more thing before I was allowed to get dressed and go home, with that he left the room, leaving me wondering what else he could do to me.
He returned after a couple of minutes with a video camera. He said that he was going to record me now in my naked state and showing my arse had been beaten. He turned the camera on and started filming he made me turn around and bend over so he could get a proper shot of my beaten arse, he then told me to stand up and turn around. I was standing, hands on head, being filmed by him, right he said now put your hands down and pull your foreskin back all the way and to turn around slowly, I did as I was told, when I had turned all the way round he turned the camera off and said that was the end of it. He told me that if he ever punished me and I did not listen to him he would show the video to enough people to make my life a complete misery, I had no doubt that he would.
He then told me to get dressed which I did as quickly as I could and as soon as I was dressed he showed me to the door, shaking my hand as I left.
As I went down the path he shouted after me that I should make sure I called in at least once a week to see him, I nodded my head and continued down the path to the car. He closed the door and I started the car and pulled away knowing that he had really only just started with me, he had me under his control and both he and I knew it.