"Well," she said, smiling.
She went to the closet,and pulled out a dragon cane.
"I got this, but never thought to use it, since I've only spanked ... you know, light bottoms. But if you want to go into the living room, there's a good table for you to bend over."
I nodded.
We went.
She showed me the table.
I bent over.
She delivered twenty strokes
as I moaned, flinched, clenched, wiggled and gasped.
She stopped. "Now, get up."
I did, and vigorously rubbed my bottom.
"And how was THAT?"
"Ohhh ohhh.... solid nine point something. Ohhh. Tell you what, you want to make an impression on me, start with THAT, then move on to paddles and straps on top of the cane welts. That'll push the score into the high Nines."
"I shall remember that. For next time. Will there be a next time?"
"Oh I really hope so."
"So, um, your penis is sticking straight up."
I looked down. "Yeah, it does that. Pain in my bottom really turns me on. I mean, the afterburn does. I don't get ...erect DURING any kind of ...well spanking ... and if it happens to be erect before a spanking it goes done right away, but it quickly comes to attention when I'm feeling the afterburn."
"I did not notice that at the party."
"It would have, if I had helped it along. I um chose not too. But it did spring up while I was riding home on a sore bottom."
"Well, I did tell you I'm in a relationship, but I don't believe that giving a a guy blowjob would be cheating on him."
"Well, I won't push you away."
She dropped to her knees in front of me, and began licking and sucking, then took a shot in the mouth and swallowed it all.
I groaned and gasped.
She stood up, facing me with a smile.
"You like happy endings?'
"I ... really do."
"I'm not sure how you feel about it, but I'll offer the same for you."
She smiled, and said, "Let's go."
I followed her to the bedroom, and watched her undress, and get on the bed, legs spread.
I knelt between her thighs
and as I licked she gasped and moaned in several orgasms, then pushed my head away.
I sat back on my haunches.
She lay there with a smile on her face.
Her cell phone, next to the bed, rang in a distinctive ring tone.
"Oh ... that's my boy friend...."
She rolled up and grabbed it and started talking, and I got up and quietly dressed.
She was still talking, and waved at me as I left the bedroom.
I went on out the door, to my car, and headed home.
"Well," I said, "On a scale of 0 to 10 where 0 is .. nothing, and 10 is the best I've ever had, about a 4."
"A FOUR?" she said, wide eyed.
"Yeah, a four on MY scale. Another guy might call it just perfect, another guy might be in tears and say it was too hard for him. I have and I am a very heavy bottom. I crave a good afterburn, the kind I feel long afterwards, that hurts when I'm sitting in the car on the way home. But right now, ten minutes afterward, I'm not feeling anything. If you ask me, do I want to do it again, sometime, I'd probably say, 'well catch me at a party if I'm not busy.' But I'm not going to make a special date. I can stay at home and beat my own bottom harder than this."
"Oh. Well, what can I do ... right now ... to make it better?"
"Um well ..."
I stood at the edge of the bed, and bent at the knees, so I could put my full torso over the edge of the bed, and I said, "Pick up your big paddle,and beat my bottom like I was a husband you caught cheating on you."
She smiled, and said, "Okay," and picked up her paddle and came up behind me and
"Now stand up."
I did, groaning, and clutching my buttocks.
"Better??"
I smiled, weakly. "That was up to an 8. I'll for sure feel it for ... a while."
"An eight? So, how do I get to nine or ten?"
"I give a nine to a caning that leaves stripes and welts. I give a ten to the kind of whippings I've gotten at the parties."
She smiled and said, "Well...."
Lina approached me,near closing time at a spanking party.
"Hey,I'm Lina."
"I'm Shilo.."
"So I ve been watching you.."
"I've been watching you watching me..."
"Yeah, it's my first time, I don't know anybody here, so I've just been watching. Anyway, I really enjoy spanking a man's bare bottom. But a couple years ago, I hooked up with a guy, and it's going serious ... but he's really vanilla. I mentioned fun with spanking once, and he was really put off, and went on a lecture about BDSM stuff being WAY too kinky for his interest. SO anyway, he took an out of town job, and I only see him a couple days a week now ... and I thought with my spare time I could revisit my spanko desires. I still have all my spanking toys, but I've been too out of touch to hook up with anybody interesting in ... playing with me..."
"So you thought to ask me..."
"You look like you really enjoy having your bottom beat good."
"I ... do. So you looking for a play partner at the next party ... or some home play."
"My home is available, just me, if you have the time..."
"Which is where?"
"Downey."
"Sweet. I'm off work most Friday Saturday Sunday nights."
"Is tomorrow ... too soon?"
"Thank you for thinking about the condition of my bottom. Tomorrow is fine."
"Okay..."
"Shall we pre-play negotiate NOW so we're not disappointed or annoyed tomorrow?"
"Yeah, okay..."
"First bare bottom always, unless you want to start on ...the seat of my briefs for a quick warm up."
"Yeah, okay."
"I despise scenes depicted some guy dropping his pants and shorts, and lifting his shirt of a spanking. I prefer to be naked ... hope that wouldn't make you uncomfortable."
"No, I've seen you naked."
I chuckled. "Take control of the scene immediately. When you are ready, even if it's as soon as I walk in, order me to strip naked."
"Sure."
"Then have me assume whatever position you want me in, and use whatever implement you want to use, Don't be afraid to hit me hard. I can take it. Please don't bore me with light taps. I don't ask for a safe word before hand to stop, because I've never needed wanted or used one."
"Okay then."
"So which part gets your panties wet?"
"I ... beg your pardon..?"
"Some women enjoy seeing a guy's bottom glow red, but don't want to hear any noise from him. Some women enjoy hearing the noise he makes. Some women want to, try to, make a man cry. Now I can be totally quiet, completely still. Or I can wiggle around, I can moan or yelp. What do you like?"
"I ... like him to wiggle a little, but not so much that I have to continually tell him to get back in position. And I do like to hear him ...make some noise."
"Okay, your address is ..."
She told me.
"ANd we should exchange phone numbers in case of shit happening."
We did.
"So, your place tomorrow aaaaaattt ?
"How's seven?"
"Excellent. See ya then."
We went our separate ways.
Seven o'clock the next day.
I knocked on the door.
She opened it, admitted me.
With a deadly serious look, she said, "Follow me."
I followed her to a bedroom.
She stopped, next to a pile of implements laid out, and said, "Strip ... naked...and stand at the edge of the bed, bend over, hands on the bed.
I did so.
She picked up a paddle and delivered nine swats, and continued through eleven implements in all.
She stopped and said, "That's all I got. That was fun. Stand up, and tell me how it was for you."
I stood up, frowning, rubbing my bottom just a little, and said, "Well..."
She arrived first and went in.
I parked, and followed, moments after.
I walked in the open door.
She stood there, hands on her hips, a stern look on her face.
She said, "Johnny, I TOLD you to be home from school by four, and now it's 10 after. I do not tolerate tardiness OR disobedience. Go to your room ... (she helpfully pointed the direction to 'my room'), and strip to your underwear, and lay on the bed face down."
I went to 'my room' and stripped, and she came in, holding a leather strap and
After the forty on my briefs, she said, "Get up and follow me."
I followed her to the living room, and she stopped and said, "Underwear ...OFF!"
I slid the briefs down and off and she said, "Kneel on the couch. I've decided on fifty ..."
I knelt and
"Now get up and stand facing that corner."
I went and stood.
After some minutes, she said, "Get over here, over the arm of this couch."
I went and bent over and
After forty, she stopped and said, "Get up and go back to the bedroom, stand in the corner, and added...
After thirty minutes ... or so... she said, "Get on the bed, on your belly."
I did and
After eighty something, I started sobbing and crying.
She applied a couple more strokes as I sobbed, then she stopped.
She said, "TIME OUT from the scene. Um, we did not discuss a safe word, so how do I know when you've ... had enough or too much?"
I caught my breath, and gasped, 'Well, a real spanking from 'Stepmom' would mean, no safe word, right? She would spank me until SHE is satisfied, without me having any way of stopping it. And honestly, I can't say I've EVER reached the point of ... having enough, or too much. For me, crying is just a ... release, a way of letting go of the pain. It's so <I forgot the word>. It hurts so much ... it feels so good... "
"You ... don't want me to stop?"
"I ... really don't."
"Then, let's continue. TIME IN."
She continued applying the cane to my bottom, til the count was hundred fifty.
Then she said, "Get up and in the corner there."
I got up and ... went.
After a much needed breather, she said, "Come on, Johnny, back on the bed."
I went to the bed, and bent over the pile of pillows she set up, and
She delivered fifty with the bath brush, then fifty something with the paddle and I burst into tears again.
She stopped and said, "Johnny, a good Stepmom knows when I've given you enough, and I've decided this is enough. So, Time Out."
She left me to quietly sob a few minutes.
She returned and said, "I'm thinking ... pizza. Okay with you?"
"Yeah," I said quietly.
"Um the works?"
"Yeah."
"Figure thirty minutes. Dress code will be as casual as you want, but I think, at least put on your briefs."
After a few minutes, I got up and put on only my briefs, and joined her in the living room.
I said, "Thank you for a marvelous session." Then I added, while rubbing my bottom, "I'll remember it for quite some time."
"Well, I enjoyed the hell out of it, too. Hope it's not the ... only session we get to have."
"Well, parties. Weekends, especially when 'the wife' is away. When she is not away, I could say, I'm going to visit a friend, but since we have the one car, I'd take an Uber, no big deal."
"So, are you suggesting, maybe, weekly?"
"That would be really delightful."
While Merry was away (again) for the weekend, I attended the HWG party, for the first time in ... ages.
I wore shorts and a black t-shirt with "Spank Me" written on it in white letters.
I was walking aimlessly, when a woman came up to me.
"Hi! I'm Jill."
"Hi! I'm Shilo."
"So, your blue wristband and your t-shirt suggest that you are a bottom..."
"And your red wristband suggests you are a top."
"Yeah, so it does."
Long pause.
I said, "Well, I think I'll check the snack room," and started to walk around.
"Hold on..."
I stopped.
"So um you wanna ... play?"
"Might that involve, you smacking my bare bottom?"
"Yeah, it might."
"I thought ... you'd never ask."
"Well, I'm kind of shy, and not good at initiating."
"And I'm very shy, and never initiate anything with someone ... I don't know, or just met..."
"So, shall we..."
"Sure!'
We went into the big room, while she wheeled in her toy bag.
We stopped at an open bench.
"So, um, any preferences?"
"Well, I despise scenes depicting some guy with his pants and shorts down, his shirt up. In my opinion, total nudity sets a scene for a total power exchange."
"I mostly agree, but I allow exceptions for him being stripped to just briefs, then briefs pulled down."
"Yeah, okay, sometimes."
"So, are you saying, you don't mind getting naked with these people around?"
"I ... have no modesty to speak of."
"Then how should we proceed, any preferences? I have paddles, straps, canes..."
"How about a buffet, a little of everything..?"
She smiled. "I love it."
I stripped and mounted the bench.
She opened her bag, and applied strokes and swats of nearly every implement she had to my bare bottom.
Sometime later, she told me to get up.
I did, rubbing my bottom a bit, then I picked up my briefs and stepped into them and pulled them up, and stood,leaning against the bench, catching my breath.
"You took that really well!"
"I haven't practiced in awhile, but I used to have a rep as a heavy bottom ... one time at this party, my bottom was used for a guy to demonstrate a sjambok."
"I see...."
Whereupon, Candee walked up to us.
"Hi, Shilo! Very long time!"
"Hello Candee, long time indeed."
She looked at Jill, puzzled.
"Candee, have you met Jill?"
"Uh no..."
"My first time at this party," said Jill.
"Okay," I said, "Candee this is Jill, Jill this is Candee."
"Well, hello," they both said.
"Candee is number four on my list of favorite spankers."
Candee gave me an evil eye, and asked, "Who are above me?"
"Um, Merry, then ... a guy you don't know as he only does m/m spanking named Will, then ... YOUR husband ..."
"I see," said Candee. "And how is ... your WIFE?"
I sighed. "I couldn't say. Off on yet another weekend with her BOYFRIEND in Lake Forest."
"Your WIFE?" said Jill, in some surprise.
"Yes, his wife, that's the Merry he mentioned earlier as being in first place," said Candee, helpfully. "Okay, I have to go do some set up. Catch you guys later."
She walked away.
Jill turned to me, and
"You're MARRIED?" she asked, in some surprise.
"Yeah... hey, let's take a break, get a cold drink, and prepare for a long story."
"Okay."
I dressed. We went to the break room, got sodas, and found a somewhat quiet place to sit down.
"So, um, sounds like your wife DOES spank you ...?"
"She ...used to."
"Used to...?"
"We started out as me being a bottom to her Top. Our first date was a dungeon party, with her paddling my bare bottom with ...everything we brought. Things moved quickly ... we got engaged ...here, when she asked me to marry her, while at this party, six weeks later ... and married seven weeks later. We had many many spanking sessions. Recorded many of them, put 'em on our clips for sale site, others on the free spanking tube site. The activity slowed down ... stopped for awhile after I broke an ankle bone, then later, when she broke a bone near the shoulder in her dominant spanking arm. We started up again... slowed down when I had gastric issues ...constant stomach distress ... turned to probably be gluten intolerance. Once I cut down on wheat, that got better ... but a sleep disorder... turned out to be apnea, so I use a CPAP now. and stress at work ... and then one other thing, and so the last time she spanked me which is always consensual, meaning with my permission, was six months ago."
"One other thing...?"
"She was attending a weekly munch in Lake Forest ... and from there ... got a boy friend. She wanted to practice being submissive... she she hooked up with him. She hasn't had sex with him, not that I would care a lot, but she would ask my permission before she ever did, that's how she practices polyamory ... but she spends nearly every other weekend at his place ...with his wife there, mind you, as his submissive/slave girl. I don't like admitting that I am jealous... but I am. So, no amorous or other activity between us since it started. Truth be told, I lost interest in spankings for quite a while. It's happened before, comes in ebbs and tides. I just lose interest.
Then it ... the desire ...comes back, strong. I get into watching videos, collecting pix from tumblr, creating spanko related blogs ...I have ... like twenty of them. And I, you know, pleasure myself looking at videos, fantasizing. It's been a heckuva long time since I attended a party. Six or eight months? Last week, I attended the male male Moonburn spanking party. Didn't get any action because I'm too shy to ask .. but I saw a lot of fun activities. And now, well, I'm here."
"Does 'she' know?"
"Nope. She's with 'him' for the weekend. And I don't care what kind of marks I get on my bottom. She is unlikely to see them, and if she does, I will just ... tell her. She'd probably get a little jealous too, but ... I dunno, turnabout is fair play, maybe."
"Well .. huh. SO ... you let me have total control over our scene... but what's your deep dark spanking fantasy?"
"Oh ... having a stepmother ... or aunt ...or grandmother ... who spanks me with whatever, whenever she wants ... for real punishment, no special reason, like just because."
"Hmmm," she said thoughtfully. "So in what part of this world do you reside?"
"Long Beach."
"Oh!"
"Oh?"
"I live in Bellflower."
"Oh. A hop, skip, and easy drive from Long Beach, huh?"
"Yeah...."
"Well," she said, looking at her watch, "We still have quite a bit of time..."
"Please don't spank me anymore," I managed to keep a straight face saying.'
With a very stern look, she said, "It's too late for begging. I am going to blister your bottom long and hard."
"Oh please no," I said standing up.
She stood up, and took me by the hand, into the big room.
We stopped at a bench.
"Strip naked NOW!" she ordered.
I stripped.
"Get on the bench."
She opened her bag and administered
twenty swats of a wooden paddle
twenty swats of a leather belt
twenty swats of a heavier wooden paddle
twenty swats of a leather tawse
twenty strokes of a junior cane
twenty strokes of a senior cane
and twenty strokes of a dragon cane.
I was moaning, gasping, breathing deeply ...
"Stand up!" she barked, "Hands on your head."
I got up.
She grabbed my left forearm and pulled me to the wall.
"Stand right there, don't move, while I pack up and clean up."
I stood, feeling the burn in my bottom, oblivious to the looks of the other people in the room.
After a while, she came up behind me, holding my briefs.
"Here, you may put these on."
I stepped into them and pulled them up.
"So, how was that?"
"Painful. Excruciating. Delicious. Excellent."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"Oh yeah. I hope you did...."
"Oh I love putting color into a man's bottom and listening to him moan. Yes, I enjoyed it. You may continue dressing."
I did so.
"Hmm an hour left at the party. We could talk some more, or go mingle or ...."
"Or not stay at the party..."
"Hmm?" she asked.
"Well, we mentioned the proximity of our domiciles, but not our domestic situations. I live with my wife, Merry, who is out of town, her brother Stitch who IS at home right now ... some weekends he goes with her, but not this one ... and an 80 lb loving friendly as all get out pit bull."
"I live ... alone, well, two cats, in a small house I inherited from my parents..."
"Well."
"Well, indeed. Would you like to ... adjourn to my place .. and maybe we'll meet your very strict stepmother..."
"Ooooh. How can I turn down an invitation like that? I mean, I can't."
"I hope your bottom feels better by the time we get there...."
"I don't. More burning is better."
"I'm sure I can arrange that."
She gave me her address, and worked out the route we planned to take
And we departed, heading for our separate cars.
