Ted & Glen

Glen wrote:

I had a little trading swats with bill and ted this afternoon we had a lot of fun

all you people that requested bill to get swatted was honered Mr Bill has a very red and sore fanny then after ted left cuse he had a long way to go home Bill wanted to see how tough i am well bare bottom across the table i went and he gave me a few dozen good ones Bill i could of taken much more And ted sorry you had to go but i do like your toy collection

I think mr bill has a pic of my spanked bottom to post

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Bill wrote:

This was a plan that was doomed. You think you got a kick ass group. Give 'em a chance to put in their two cents about how my butt would be abused at my next paddling session. And how much attention does my butt get? Maybe a half dozen responses. Really nobody cares about Bill's butt.

Then the basis for the proposal was that two guys were supposed to come visit me - one AM, one PM. Each would have his chance to abuse my butt as prescribed by the tradingswats group. But no sooner did I make my proposal to the group than Glen, my AM guy started saying he wasn't going to make it in the AM, maybe he'd get there in the PM. Then Ted who was traveling all the way from Iowa to abuse me, actually had better reasons for traveling all that distance, my butt was just an afterthought or sideline or maybe the highlight of his trip. In any case, he sends a message saying that maybe he wouldn't be able to stop by. Then as time got nearer, Glen started saying he might come late morning, and Ted said he'd call and maybe he could stop by.

So what happened? Disaster? No, it couldn't have worked out more perfectly. Both guys arrived almost at the same time. Each carrying an arsenal of weapons. How many paddles and straps can you get in a bag used to sneek things out of the house and over to Bill's for some naughty play. And so with all these paddles laid out. How did we decide who got his rump whacked. Bill's dart board. Low hit receives, high hit gives, guy in the middle chooses the weapon. Worked out great. Now the Glenn, this man loves to have his ass whacked, and I gave him all I had, well not quite. But he got a very good dose of some very hard wood. And this wonderful strap that he brought along in a brown bag. Even after it was time to hit the road back to Iowa and Ted left, Glen stuck around to take one last ass pounding. As he described it in the previous post, pants down, bare butt, stretched across the table top, over and over with his favorite jokari paddle, give him what he likes, and then that strap he brought along, does a great job. His butt was looking pretty raw, stopped, let him take a look in the mirror. Then Bill wanting to be the man, and pay his dues to the group, pulled down his pants, lay over the table and tried to match Glen. But there is no match for Glen. He's a man who can take a tremendous pounding. Attaching a picture to show you the evidence. Know that only those of you who have posts sent to your e-mail will actually get to see Glen's well punished butt, so will also put the pic in the members folder in the PHOTOS. Glen is Mr_SpankMe. Did he pick the right name. This was a good day.

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Ted wrote:

I am so glad the three of us were able to get together this afternoon. There is something special and different about three guys trading swats. We all got to give a lot, we all got to take a lot, we all got to watch a lot.

I brought my entire aresenal - nine fraternity-type paddles, and one strange spanker made from a piece of sole leather nailed to a short piece of board as a handle. Bill, you didn't describe the finale while I was still there - we each took turns taking one of my nine paddles, swatting the other two, then packing them each up. And we ended with the sole-leather, five swats from each of the other. My butt is still tingly.

Glenn, Bill, til next time!

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