I hope everyone had a
wonderful Christmas. Having LJ, Colin and Mollie all here with Nick and me has
been wonderful. The boys are staying through this weekend and then it’s back to
the big city for them. I’m out of school until the 6th and I plan to
savor every minute of the time off.
Today we have another brand
new Fantasy Friday from a new writer. Peter had an interesting experience in
real life and he’s written about it for us. I’ll tell you a little more after
you read the story.
Peter's true story
It happened some years ago, I used to
swim a few mornings a week in my local pool. Being on evening shift at work, I
had most mornings free and I loved to spend as much time as I could at the
pool. Saw the same guys there all the time, knew some of them just to say “Hi”,
nothing more. Just one guy, a good swimmer like myself, who always seemed to be
at the end of the pool when I reached it to make my quick turn. This involves
something like a forward roll in the water, head down, bum up, while you kick
off for the next length. I had the feeling he was checking me out, although he
never said anything or made any move. Just a feeling.
Anyway, one morning when I had finished
my lengths, I headed into the showers, took off my togs and had a good warm
shower, then finished off with a cold shower, to close up the pores in the
skin. It does that alright, but it also causes me to get a hard on [always did]. Anyway since everyone else was still in the pool, the changing room would be
empty, or so I thought! As I walked into the room, I came face to face with my
"watcher"!
He must have left the pool before me,
and was nearly finished dressing when I walked in. I don’t know which of us was
the more surprised, he was looking right at me, he had to see the state I was
in! I could feel my face getting red, and I mean red, as I headed to the
lockers to grab my towel. I kept my back to him while I was drying myself,
hoping my hard on would go away, but I could feel his eyes on me and this did
not help, if anything, it got worse.
Time came when I had to turn to get
stuff from my locker, then he got a side on view. “You seem to be in good form
this morning," glancing at my crotch. My face was burning while I tried to
think of something to say, I just wanted the ground to open up at that stage.
I said "Uh, yeah, I guess so, look
I’m sorry about this if it offends you, it happened in the shower, its the cold
water, I can’t help it, I sorry". In a situation like that, you just want
somewhere to hide, but there was nowhere. Worst still my towel slipped to the
floor, I was so embarrassed that I was all fingers and thumbs . I know guys get
hard ons in the showers and check each other out, but this was different. When
I looked around, he was sitting on the bench seat laughing away at me.
He said "Look, you have nothing to
be embarrassed about, that’s quite natural, happens to everyone, and it
certainly does not offend me, although you know, some people might say that you
deserve a good spanking for going around like that!" This last bit with a
big grin!
Thinking to make light of it, I said,
"I suppose I do, but where would I get it?”
I said this as a joke, but was surprised
when he replied, “I’m sure that could be arranged, if you’re interested, are
you?"
I tried to think quickly. I have always
had a fantasy about being spanked, but like many others, nothing ever came of
it. Was this my chance? He must have seen the wheels turning, because he said,
“Get dressed, if you can, and join me for a coffee, and we will have a chat
about it."
One half of my mind said "Take off
now!" the other half said "See what he has to say first." So I
got dressed, not too easy, seeing the state I was in, and joined him in the
coffee shop outside.
"Ah, come and sit over here my
friend, better stay in this alcove, since you are still tenting" Over a
cup of coffee he explained that he was part of a spanking group which met every
few weeks for spanking sessions. “We have male and female members, married,
couples, singles, even two gays!
There is no sex involved, we are just into
spanking the same as others are into collecting stamps or beermats or whatever.
They are all normal people, nothing weird about them, you pass them every day
in the street. Think about it, if you would like to try it, let me know. All
I’m saying is don’t knock it till you’ve tried it."
I said, “I don’t think there is much to
think about, it does interest me."
He said "I know, I saw it in your
eyes inside, your bum is made for spanking. Think about it for a day or two,
and if you still feel the same, give me a call on this number, remember, there
is no pressure on you, it’s your call, if you don’t like the idea, just walk
away, I will never refer to it again."
Two days later I made the call. He was
pleased to hear from me and gave me his address." Come over for lunch, and
I will show you around and we’ll take it from there."
"OK, what should I wear?"
"Very little, you wont need
it."
I showered, dressed, just bikini briefs
[I hate boxers],tee shirt, track pants and runners, grabbed my bike and headed
off. Little did I know that I would be walking most of the way home! Found the
house, parked my bike at the side and rang the doorbell. The door opened and
there he was.
"Come in, come in, so glad you
decided to come, I think you’ll like it, let’s have lunch first.” While
we ate, he told me a bit more about the group, their age groups, likes and
dislikes ect, some were spankers, some spankees, others, both. "If you
join, I think you should start off as a spankee just to see how you like it,
later on you do your own thing. Don’t worry about becoming aroused, nobody will
pass any remark about it, it happens all the time, it’s bound to, just go along
with it and have fun. Now if you are ready, come with me and I’ll show you
around."
We went to a room on the next floor,
which contained all sorts of strange stuff. One wall was fitted with sets of
cuffs, high up and at floor level. There was something that looked like a
vaulting horse, also fitted with cuffs, front and back. Then there was a long
low device, like a coffee table with a padded top, fixed to the floor and with
cuffs fixed to the floor at each end. He must have seen the look on my face,
because he went on to explain that some members liked "over the knee"
while others liked to be "restrained". "It all depends on what
turns them on, everyone is different, nobody will force you to do anything you
don’t like. If you don’t like it, just say no and try something else"
By now I could feel myself being turned
on, this was the kind of stuff I used to dream about!"
Shall we begin with an "over the
knee" spanking to see how you feel about it? Although you are a big boy
and deserve something better, I think."
I heard myself saying, "How does
this device work, pointing to the "coffee table?"
"Strip and I’ll show you, I think
you might enjoy this item." I stripped, and then was told to kneel on the
floor, lie along the padded top and place my hands in the cuffs at the front
end. The cuffs were then closed around my wrists, a wide belt placed across my
back and fixed in place, next I felt my knees being drawn wide apart and cuffed
to the floor. It took me only a few seconds to realize the position I was in. I
was completely exposed and helpless, I began to panic and have second thoughts
about the whole idea.
Then I heard "Relax, no one is
going to mess with you, these restraints are there for your own protection, if
you move about too much, the strokes could fall in the wrong place, no body
wants to injure you, so just relax while I explain it all to you. If you want
out, just say so.
First off, we deliver spankings in
batches of twenty strokes, anything less is no use. Second, you must take all
twenty, you can’t opt out half way. Third, We have five different levels of
spanking, each one a bit heavier than the previous one, this is because some
members like to really feel pain, others don’t. You should start at the lowest
level and take it from there, ok? Are you happy with that?"
By now I had relaxed somewhat so I said,
"OK, let’s start." "I must decide what to use, would you prefer
a strap or a cane, or a paddle? We have other stuff but not at this stage, I
think!"
I though about a cane, no way! a paddle?
no, that left only the strap. I decided on that thinking it would be just a
light strap or belt of some kind.
He said, "Good choice to begin
with, how about this one." producing a leather strap about 450mm long by
25 wide and 10 thick. It looked a fearful weapon and the swish of it through
the air put the wind up me. He said, "Don’t worry, this can be as gentle
or as severe as you want it, I’ll go easy with you to start."
Moving behind me, he asked if I was
ready, reminding me that I had agreed to take all twenty strokes, all the time
swishing it through the air. The sound of it! I nodded as best I could and
right away I heard a swish and then a sharp CRACK as the leather met my arse.
It may have been a light stroke, but I still jumped with the shock.
"Now you know what the cuffs are
for." Next thing CRACK on the other cheek. After that it was just
CRACK,CRACK one after the other. I gritted my teeth trying not to yelp, feeling
salt tears in my eyes. I prayed to myself don’t start crying. At the tenth
stroke, with my bum on fire and the tears ready to flow, he said to me,
"Don’t be afraid to yell if you want to, no body will hear you, this room
is sound proved ,also don’t be too proud to cry, sometimes it helps." With
that, the next ten began CRACK, CRACK, with just a short break between each
one. By number sixteen I was openly crying, and yelling and begging. No use, I
had agreed to take twenty and twenty I was going to get! and I did. By now I
felt as if a blowtorch had been applied to my bum, it was on fire! Every square
inch of it had been covered from the top of my crack down to my thighs. I lay
there, half expecting to get another few, but it was all over and I was
released from my cuffs and helped up.
"Don’t bother to get dressed just yet,
let it cool down for a while, let’s have another cup of coffee, although you
might like to drink this one standing up " He was right, I did. "You
will be fine by tomorrow morning, can’t have you going swimming with you bum
looking like that!" He tactfully made no reference to the fact that I had
become aroused during the spanking, I’m not sure at what point it happened He
said if I was still interested, to give him a call and he would be happy to
introduce me to the other members, if not, just walk away.
Despite the pain, I was really turned on
by the experience, there was no way I was going to walk away, I had waited
years for this! I said, "Sign me in, full stop!" So I joined the
group and it was just like he said, ordinary people doing what they liked best,
no messing. I spent most of my time there as a spankee and enjoyed every minuet
of it. Met some great people there and learned a lot about all sorts of things,
which I would be happy to relate if any one is interested.
Sorry this took so long to tell, but is
the way it happened. If I had been a few minuets late getting to the changing
room, this might never have happened and would still be on my wish list!
~o~
Peter, thanks – this was
great. I asked Peter if he was still a part of this group and sadly he’s not
because of a move, thought he still hears from them occasionally. He also
shared that he did become a switch from time to time, but he preferred to be on
the receiving end.
Peter is currently in a gay
relationship and he said he would be happy to talk with any of my readers who
might have some honest question about his story or desires. His email address
is petercoburn.640.z@gmail.com
And now if anyone else is
working on a story please share with us, you can send the stories to
elisspeaks@yahoo.com
