A Warm Tail Melts Snow

Lee (not the host of this page but a friend in Michigan) and I had always had a pretty
egalatarian relationship. If he needed his ass whipped, I'd be the top  if I needed my ass
whipped, I'd be the bottom. There was an understanding that we were there to do what
needed to be done to the other.  So when I called Lee that January morning and said,
"Good morning, Sir," Lee knew it wasn't  the egalitarian, friend to friend  call. It was a
bottom to top notice that I needed my ass whipped.

Never slow to pick up on the clues of life, Lee immediately responded with "I haven't even
had breakfast yet, boy. This had better be important."

"Sir, aside from needing your hand and variety of tools across my ass this morning, I'll
even wait for that and fix you breakfast, if you want.  I have to go up and check out the
cabin and thought you might want to go along.......actually, Sir, I was hoping you would
consent to go along and take care of........ some business."

"You're in luck, boy, my plans for this morning just changed and I'm free. Meet me at
Wally World in a half hour. And bring some eggs and bacon.  I don't want cereal and
powdered milk that's being laying around the cabin for months for breakfast on a morning
like this.  And make a thermos of coffee.  Got that?"

"Yes, Sir." and I hung up to hurry and get things done and together  and be at Wally
World in a half an hour.

Thermos of coffee, eggs, bacon  and I was parked in front of Wally World 2
minutes before Lee pulled in.  He got out of his car with a NIKE sack that I knew
contained the various implements of discipline that he had accumulated--or made--over
the last few years.  I had met--or used-- most of them.  He had the NIKE sack in his left
hand and carried something is his right. He threw them in the back seatand opened the
front door to get in. He had a blue leash and dog collar in his hand. I recognized it.

Sitting on the seat beside me, Lee reached over and fixed the dog collar around my neck
and slipped the loop of the leash over his left wrist..  I had often been upitty in sessions
and Lee had dealt with that by insisting I wear a collar as a sign of submission. This
disciplinary session was starting out and we hadn't even left the parking lot. I was just glad
no one else was on the parking lot to see me be collared.  I nodded.  Said the expected,
"thank you, Sir." and went to start the car.

Lee put his hand on mine as I went to turn the ignition. "Not yet. Unzip" and pointed at
my crotch. Obediently, I unzipped my jeans and looked over for further instructions. Lee
had a one foot length or so of red ribbon in his hand and he said nothing but reached in my
heans and took out my cock and balls, fluffed them up a little bit and tied the red ribbon
around it with a little bow and said, "Now, let's go. Just a further reminder"

I started to put my cock back in my jeans and zip up. "If didn't tell you to put it away,
you'd best leave it out, boy.Let's go."

I breathed a deep sigh and started the engine. We were going about 15 miles on the
interstate with truckers sitting up in their cabs looking at passing traffic and here I was
driving along the interstate with a red ribbon around my dick.

It was a typical Michigan dull grey January morning. There was a 4 - 5 inch accumulation
of snow and a misty fine flurry of snow as we drove along the interstate. I did my best
to make sure I passed trucks on the right so my bowtie dick wouldn't be obvious. But
there was one truck.....I'm not so sure and have no idea what he thought.

We reached  the cabin.  It was winterized and we kept the heat on, fortunately, and I
carried the groceries in to fix the promised breakfast. I felt a little awkward with my dick
hanging out but hoped I could just slip it in my jeans as I got breakfast  I set the groceries
on the counter and was about to  slip my dick back in my jeans before turning around and
taking off my jacket when Lee let me know what I really going to be doing.

"I'll  have a cup of that coffee now. You strip. Keep your socks, collar and that cute little
red dickie bow tie on then make breakfast. When I've had breakfast, I'll whip that ass
of yours cuz, believe me, boy, you really don't want me whipping your ass if I'm hungry
and irratable. Then we'll get down to work. Put your clothes on the chair in the corner."
Lee picked up the thermos and poured himself a cup of coffee as he watched me strip and
place my clothes obediently on the chair.

I started into the kitchen and asked, "Do you want your eggs fried or scambled, Sir?"

"I want to eat my eggs by a warm fire.  So get some wood and I'll start a fire. Then you
can fry me up some bacon and eggs. "

I stared at him in disbelief. The wood was in the shed at the end of the walk about 75 feet
from the kitchen door. I was naked. " It's snowing and the temperature's in the 20s!" I
stammered in disbelief.

"Yep.  I suggest you hurry."

I opened the door, took a deep breath and quickly like a bunny  sprinted the 75  feet or so
through 5 or 6 inches of snow across the yard to the wood shed.  I smiled ironically.  Here
I was.Naked in a woodshed....and the only reason was to get wood. I grabbed 3 or 4 logs
and raced back to the cabin.

Lee took the logs and started a fire while I fried up half a dozen strips of bacon and 4
eggs.  The fire getting started when Lee walked into the kitchen. I slid 2 eggs and 3
strips of bacon on each plate and set them on the table for us to have breakfast..

Lee walked up. Picked up one plate and  slid the bacon and eggs onto the other. "Big
breakfast.  I can't eat all that.  Here.....have an egg."  He slid one egg  back onto the other
plate and set it on the floor. "Lick you plate clean, maybe I'll give you a strip of bacon or
two."

Lee sat down and watched.  I knew what I had to do.  I got down on all fours, collar and
leash appropriately around my neck and ate the egg....like a dog. Lee motionned and I
sat--in a squat-- at his right hand as he ate breakfast.  He patted my head, and scratched
my ears....and he said if I spoke, I could have some bacon.  I did.

"In my sack, you'll  find our tools for the morning.  I want you to go over and bring them
back, one at a time and line them up here on the table." I did. One by one I retrieved a
custom made wooded paddle, a  wide leather belt, a razon strap, a hair brush, a
riding crup, a broken fan belt, a car washing brush, a cat of nine tails and a piece of
rubber hose.  As I brought each one, Lee made me hand him the tool, turn and bend over
while he took a practice swing at my ass with it.

As ordered, I replied to each swat with a "thank you, Sir.  I look forward to having more
of the same."

The tools were lined up on the table. "Pick 3 numbers." Lee was great at little games
in disciplinary sessions.

"3 - 7 -9, SIr" I volunteered.

"Now, pick  A or M."

"A, Sir"I replied.

"A, huh.  Ok.  A is addition  M is multiplication.  So let's see 3 + 7 + 9 is
19.  but 3 x 7 x 9 is 189.  So, by my calculations, you've gotten yourself 19 strokes
or minutes with each tool.  " I was just glad I had picked numbers in th e single digits.

Lee picked up the leash and led me to the couch in front of the fire. He sat down and
put me OTK.  He had brought the kitchen timer with him. "19 stokes OTK....that's
nothing.  Let's start with 19 minutes." He set the timer and began spanking me with his
hand for the next 19 minutes.  Fortunately for me, he needed  a break after 10 minutes.
I was sore--bur warm from the fire and Lee's hand by the time the 19 minutes were up.

We moved through a series of positions and tools and after an hour or so I was lying
on my back ,holding my legs over my head with my arms under my knees while Lee
paddled me.  I may have moved slightly or something, but a whack of the paddle
caught my balls and I suddenly screamed with a different kind of pain.  And swore.

Swearing was a definite no-no to Lee.  I knew--immediately--there would be a price
to pay. "Little hot headed, are we? Well, I can cool that off"   I doubled over  in pain but
Lee pulled the leash and was leading me through the kitchen to the outside.  As we went
by the kitchen table I saw him grab the leather belt, a rope and handcuffs. We went out the
door. down the steps and stopped  for just a moment while Lee grabbed my hands, scoped
a handful or snow and iced my groin. The he pulled me across the snow covered lawn to
the oak tree in the front yard.

:"Make  like Al Gore and hug that tree."  I wrapped my arms around the tree. Lee
snapped the cuffs on my wrist securing my body to the bark of the tree. The wind had
plastered a coat of snow on the south side of the tree--the side I was on.  So I found
my face, chest and boy parts plastered in snow against the rough bark of the tree. Lee
tied a rope around my right knee and tied it all the way around the tree past the right knee
and then tied it to my left knee.  The effect was that as Lee whipped my ass with the
leather belt, I had no ability to move at all.

"Let's see how long it takes to re-warm your ass enough to melt some snow." He
scooped up handful of snow and packed my ass crack with it. Then he went to
warming my ass with the belt." If we can do it in 19 stokes, lucky you. But if may
take 19 or 119....we'll have to see."

I don't remember whch was worse: the rought, icy snow covered bark of the tree
imprinting my chest, gut and below or Lee's thrashing my ass with the leather belt.
15 or 20 stokes later...due to body heat or the action of the belt, I felt the snow in
my ass melting and running down my leg. After 35 stokes, Lee announced. "melted."
He undid the cuffs, the leg tie and led be back into the house.

I was cold, I was exhausted, I was warm from the ass out and I was invigorated.
Lee removed the collar, the leash and the red dick bow.  He through the afghan around
my shoulders and set me on the hearth by the fire. He made me a cup of hot chocolate.
I got warm. I got dressed. We drove  home.