Being a 42-year-old man and bending over to receive spankings is, for me, an act of great humiliation. Many times, while my buttocks are receiving painful blows, I think that I am free to stand up and leave, or to protect and defend myself, and yet I stay in the same position, feeling pain, the humiliation of being hit sometimes by men much younger than me, many times for committing a fault, others to give pleasure to the Man who is using me...

The first time I received punishment was with a Master who has been my mentor and trainer for a long time. It was the first time we had a session. I arrived 20 minutes late to the meeting place, an unforgivable fault for many, it was not intentional, the subway had stopped several times and it was getting late.

Still, I learned that afternoon to be more careful with the time of appointments. The Master made me lick his boots, lying completely on the wet floor of a public bathroom stall.

With a leather strap, he hit my buttocks hard, he informed me that he would give me a spanking for every minute I was late, I started counting: one Master, thank you Master... two Master, thank you Master... from the first blow it was clear to me that this was a corrective measure, they were dry, hard, strong blows, undoubtedly inflicted so that I would understand the lesson.

At number 17, I got confused and skipped to 18... the Master laughed and ordered me to start counting again. When we reached 15, I begged him to stop and he stopped, then, kneeling between his legs, he made me reflect on the terrible fault: what kind of mediocre slave makes a Master wait 20 minutes? If the Master's time is far superior to that of the slave.

A year later, I earned a new punishment, the Master was very upset, he put me on all fours between his legs and started hitting my buttocks many times, I knew I deserved that punishment, it's a very painful feeling to know that you have failed and that the pain you're receiving is not only fair but necessary, to atone for your fault, to learn the lesson, to remember who the Master is... that was the first time I took a complete punishment, as what it was, a punishment, a painful lesson. Immediately after, with my pride destroyed and my buttocks red, I begged for his forgiveness many times, too many, until the Master got tired and told me that he forgave me.

At that time, I was 27 years old, still very inexperienced and without sufficient control over my body to be able to surrender to a Master as he deserved.

The first time I realized I was contracting my buttocks during torture was with a Dom who was some years older than me. From the moment we met at the meeting point, I told him that I needed to urinate, but he didn't allow me to do it until he gave the order. He tied me to the showerhead in the bathroom and told me that I had 5 seconds to start urinating, if I didn't, he would put a finger in my anus.

My ass was almost virgi...