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See I was spanked a lot growing up. Very common in those days. You are commenting using your WordPress. You are commenting using your Google. You are commenting using your Twitter. You are commenting using your Facebook. Notify me of new comments via. Notify me of new posts via.
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I had been fascinated by corporal punishment for as long I could remember. I was never punished at home and by the time I went to school it had been banned. Films and books involving spanking were the only ways I could live out my fantasies. My favourite fantasy involved the use of the belt. I saw a couple of western films where cowboys used their belts to administer a spanking. I was Men getting spanked stories attracted to men wearing wide leather belts and often hung around building sites where I could see fit blokes wearing wide belts with their jeans.
Now in my early 20s, I got really excited when I bought a gay mag and saw an advertisement for a club in London for CP enthusiasts. A few weeks later I made the trip to London, booked into a cheap hotel and that night made my way to the club.
It was held in the cellar room of a back street pub. It looked quite frightening and I just walked past the door trying to pluck up the courage to go in. Mid 30s, about 6 feet, well built, wearing a black leather jacket and jeans. I had to admit that he looked the part. In his car he asked me if this was my first attempt at meeting someone and what I was hoping for.
As he was so friendly, I managed to hide my embarrassment and told him my fantasies. Then if you want to take it further you can. The guy did seem genuinely friendly. We drove for some time out of the centre of London towards the northern suburbs.
The guy, who told me his name was Dave, was chatting all the time and was making me feel more at ease. We finally arrived at his place; a small terraced house in a residential area that looked very respectable so I was less worried. Inside, we went into the lounge furnished with a big black leather sofa and chairs.
After taking a swig he put it down, unzipped and took off his jacket and threw it over the back of the vacant chair. It was then I saw it, his wide, dark Men getting spanked stories, shiny leather belt, just like the ones in my fantasies. I almost choked on my beer with excitement! He must have noticed me staring but said nothing. This man was really something, he looked even better in the light, good body, tight-fitting jeans and highly-polished black Doc Marten boots. We finished our beers. Nervously, I took off the clothes as ordered, leaving me standing in just my briefs.
I went over and stood next to him. I did as ordered. Then he grabbed the top of my briefs and pulled them down to my ankles. Next he grabbed my arm and hauled me over his knee, getting rid of my briefs. The first smack was a shock; it almost took my breath away. He kept going for what seemed an age, left cheek, right cheek and some smacks in the centre, some with his fingers catching the inside of my crack. Eventually the smacks stopped and Dave began rubbing my red-hot cheeks which only made my boner even harder. Gingerly I stood up and instinctively my hands went to my stinging cheeks.
I lowered myself gently into Men getting spanked stories chair, the cold leather felt good against the heat of my cheeks. What do you think? Dave took the belt back and snapped the two ends together making a loud crack that made my boner start again. On the journey back to the hotel Dave arranged to pick me up the following morning. Sleeping was difficult. Could I really take it? Next morning I had that now familiar feeling of apprehension and excitement. This is what I had come to London for and I was now determined to see it through.
Now with a cooler bottom, Dave collected me as arranged, still his friendly self, chatting away and checking that I still wanted to continue. Back at his place he told me to go upstairs and go into the room on the right, there I was to strip and wait for him. At the top of the stairs I pushed open the door. The room was blacked out with a heavy blind; just a single light was on.
The only thing in the room was a wooden frame with a padded top covered in leather; this was obviously how Dave carried out his real punishments. I heard footsteps outside; Dave entered the room now bare-chested. The sight of this real man made my legs go like jelly.
I licked until my tongue ached and after completely covering one boot moved to the other with Dave constantly smacking my arse cheeks as encouragement until I had covered both boots. Now on your feet. I stood in front of Dave. His hands went to his belt buckle which he unfastened, pulled the belt free from the loops of his jeans and folded it double. This was it, what I always wanted, now I was scared but had to go on.
Then, a swish and a loud crack. My arse felt on fire but before I had a chance to recover, the second landed, followed by more. I tried not to cry out but the stokes seemed to be getting harder and soon I was yelling out.
Despite the pain, I suddenly realised that my cock was rock hard and it was forced against the leather padding of the frame. I lost count of the strokes. I was in heaven and hell at the same time. A really heavy stroke landed then no more. Was it over? Had I really accomplished my ambition?
My cock was now less hard and I noticed, to my embarrassment, a wet patch on the padding of the frame. Showered and dressed I went downstairs where Dave fixed me a drink before driving me back into the centre of London. Somehow I think I may need it. Like this: Like Loading Half A Million Hits! A great piece by Steveman…thanks for sharing!
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