Lenny

As you know last Friday I had a group of guys together to exchange some swats down in my basement. Only three of us, even though a lot more were invited.

Not uncommon when you see a Yahoo profile or a Guyspank profile that indicates a guy might be intested in playing with a paddle and you send an invitation that you get no response. Oh well, move on. Sometimes you get a response or two and then they fade away.

That's what had happened with Lenny. Some months ago when I first saw his profile on Guyspank, I did get a reply from him. Sounded a little interested and than disappeared. Young guy just lives in the next suburb. So he was one on the list of guys I invited for last Friday. He responded, seemed interested, asked questions, and then after checking to see if he was coming, responded that he really had no experience at this paddle stuff and wondered if we could practice before hand. Probably should have taken him up on it, but said I wasn't really planning on spending the whole day getting paddled. Even I don't have a butt of leather. So he suggested some day this week. I then suggested we meet at the local fast food place on Monday 10:00 AM. So Monday comes and no reply. E-mail him at 8 AM, will check my mail one more time before 10, otherwise forget it. Of course, nothing. Then surprise, surprise. 1 PM, in my e-mail from Lenny, sort of an apology, out job hunting, still really wants to feel a paddle, could we get together this afternoon. E-mail back, not really trusting him, how about 10 AM Wednesday, will give him direction straight to my place, not going to wait around in a restaurant for him. Damn, if the phone doesn't ring, Lenny! Really wants to try it can't we get together that afternoon. OK here's the directions, Lenny. Not really good at giving directions.

So, do you think he's going to make it? He described himself as being a little overweight. So what do I expect? A blimpy, wimpy, shy kid who is either not going to show or will figure out pretty quick this isn't what his baby butt wants, and I'll give him a few baby taps and send him on his way.

So 3PM the doorbell rings, there's Lenny!

Now I would have guessed that this was going to be some wimpy guy who has these spanking fanatasies but is scared and finally sucks in his gut and decides to try it. But I was surprised. When I opened the door there was a young man, 27 years old who could have passed for 18, you know still in HS, tall with broad shoulders, I would say athletically built. Good head of hair, and a good smile. Although I might say that at his first sight of me that smile faded some. When he came in he said he was a little nervous, but there was no appearance of nervousness. He seemed a fairly confident guy. He dressed in the usual jeans and t-shirt. Led him to basement, he chatted easily. Showed him the utensiles and explained the game to him. Seemed agreeable. I emphacised several times we wouldn't do anything he wasn't comfortable with, and several times said that he really wanted to have the experience and seemed interested in all the different paddles and such and the whole process. The whole time it work out unexpectedly that he took more than his share of swats. I didn't need to hold back any. He took good hard swats OK. After a swat or two I would check to see how he was doing. He always responded that it was good. His word: good. He smiles the whole time, he jokes around, laughs at my silly jokes. From the beginning he asks about whether we get paddled bare. I explain about being able to remove clothes instead of taking swats and also removing clothes when there are equal draws, but by the time we were half way through the deck and only had removed shoes and socks, he says he really wants the experience of taking it bare. I say if he'd like to just get naked at that point it was fine. So we got naked, and from that point on I pounded away at a nice firm young man butt. It was getting red, pointed out the mirror where he could check it out, and several times he went back and forth to see how he was progressing. Seemed to enjoy it. As we finished the deck, I talked about other possible games. He knew about darts he said because he's spent lots of time in bars. That explains his beer gut. He wasn't really heavy, probably could lose ten, twenty pounds and be in a little better shape. Talked about bench press, asked how much he could press. Said with a spotter probably about 240. Decided we were in a different ball park. Decided that trying the deck a second time kept the number of swats to a more reasonable number.

As we were getting through the deck the second time, he let me know that he was feeling pretty sore, and occasionally directed my swats so that I give him more on the left cheek. When we're getting down to the last couple cards he jokes about not being able to sit too well. And I was pretty sore too. By then he had given me plenty of good solid swats. Really didn't need any practice. I let him know that if he's had enough we can quit. But he says no he'd like to finish up the deck, and probably I hold back a little on paddling him. When we get to the end of the deck, he looks down at all the utensiles and says he'd like one swat with each of the ones he had not felt yet, a couple of the big fat paddles that were lying at the extreme ends. And at the end he says again that the swats have been "good".

One time when we were still in the middle of our paddling, I mention there's another young man, Vinnie who wasn't at our party the other night. Thought maybe I could get the two of them together. Maybe next week. Kind of said he wasn't ready to decide about getting together again.

So at the end of our session he got dressed quickly, chatted some. Said he had school that night. Having trouble finding a job. When I scolded him about not e-mailing me to let me know he wasn't meeting that morning. He said Sundays he checks the ads and had to get out Monday morning to pass out resumes. Has an old computer, too slow to crank up in the morning. When he left, I don't know if he said thank you or that he had enjoyed himself or anything like that.

So he walks out. Next morning hear nothing from him. Afternoon I write him just: "Tell me about your butt." No response. Next day no response. Go to the the highschoolpaddle group. Check member listing and see that he had dropped out at 11:30 the previous morning. Same with the tradingswats group. Went to check his Yahoo profile, and see that on the same day he had updated it to show nothing but his name, Lenny. No location, no interest in CP, no age. So stupidly I write him saying I wish if he had such a bad experience he would have expressed that to me.

But I'm being a stupid old woman or something. Just let it go. It just leaves a bad taste.

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