Elderly Men can Still Punish Severely
Notes from an interesting out-call with an elderly gentleman
Background: I was called to Jon’s place so that he could discipline me. His interest was the strap, paddles and canes and some body worship.
I arrive a Jon’s house right on the agreed time. I knocked at the door and waited. And waited….. And waited…… I listened for any movement inside the house. Nothing. I thought for a moment I had the wrong place. Knock knock knock, again. Then I heard the door being unlocked and opened.
Before I could see the figure behind the door, I heard a soft croaky male voice saying “Inside and strip naked.”
I put my friendly face around the door and introduced myself and then proceeded through the doorway into the lounge room where I stood and waited for Jon to join me. Jon took some time walk to the lounge room. I observed Jon as a elderly man, who has extreme breathing difficulties from the little walk from the front door to the next room. He was clutching at this pants, which I find out later had no elastic to hold them up!
I asked Jon to sit down so that we could have a talk about what was expected and some other details. I was concerned about his breathing and asked if he was alright. At this stage I regretted asking him to sit in the chair as he was unable to lift himself out. Then Jon went to freshen up while I took some paddles, straps, and canes out of my bag, which I always bring with me and Jon had requested specifically. Jon returned indicated to me that we would be going to the bedroom for the session. So I assisted him with that and proceeded to take my clothes off. I followed him to the bedroom, at a slow stagger and shuffle. He was holding his pants up very awkwardly with his hands and, with some very heavy restricted breathing from Jon, we made it. I was seriously wondering if he would be able to follow through with the session. How could this little apparently sickly man have the energy to hit me.
“Bend over with your hands on the bed” he ordered me. So I complied. While he was holding up his pants with one arm, he grabbed the paddle off the bed and swung it through the air and “slap” onto my bottom. I was shocked with the first blow. This little old man has some punch behind his hits. Then another hit, and another. My bottom was nice and warm at this stage. He liked to observe his handy work. I will say that that did surprise me.
“Lay on the bed, I am going to suck your nipples” he commanded.
“Yes Sir”, I replied, and obediently scurried to the top of the bed into a laying position. Watching Jon trying to climb onto the bed with dignity, which was proving to be quite some challenge for him, I assisted in grabbing his arm and guiding him. He then plopped down between my legs and was unable to move. By this stage his pants were half way down his legs. So I then positioned myself so that he was able to suck on my nipples and I was able to caress his cock and balls. He placed his wet moist tongue on my nipple and lick and sucked. Feeling very nice. After a few minutes he then began to fiddle with the front of his face. He then pulled out his false teeth putting them beside me and continued to suck. I was laying there with one eye on the teeth just sitting beside me and the other on the cock and balls. I did not want to bump or lean on the teeth and break them. Jon by this stage was very engrossed in what he was going, and he was doing a great job. BTW, being bitten on the nipples with gums does hurt. He liked to tease me in biting down every now and then.
“Now for the cane. I am going to give you the cane” he said with some excitement in his voice.
With a bit of shuffling and a lot of effort I was able to position him at the end of the bed and give him a cane.
“You are going to get the cane now. You are to count each stoke and say Thank you sir, can I have another one” he said in a whisper as he was quite out of breath.
So I positioned myself and strike, the first one hit. I take a glance at him thinking you have some strength in you. “One. Thank you Sir, can I have another one” I said. Then strike. We finished with ten; and they were ten very good strokes. He then rubbed his hands over the welts that he had put on my bottom. Jon was smiling and his enjoyment could be seen on his face.
Jon was quite exhausted by the end of this session so I then helped him to his chair in the lounge room where I put my clothes back on and we had a talk and laugh. He was extremely pleased that I was able to help him. He knows he is a elderly man, not very mobile. He has these fantasies and was extremely pleased to be able to share those desires and needs with me.
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