The Experiment


by Bob Fletcher <bobf@altnews.com.au>

Like my previous story I submitted to the MMSA Stories archive this is absolutely true and as such might not have the eroticism of a fictional story. I have also thought hard about whether I would publish this under my own name or not. What the hell if someone I know reads this then they must have a similar interest.

I am gay but spanking has never an active part of my active _s_e_x_ life. It also took a while to get adventurous as I am now in middle age. But I have always been turned on by spanking and fantasised about seeing someone getting spanked since my teenage years.

About four years ago I decided to try self spanking. I used my belt and would put it across my naked buttocks whilst standing in front of the mirror. At first I would be gentle, but it soon got harder. I would get an erection and end the session with a good wank.

I really enjoyed the burning feeling afterward and the look of my reddened buttocks. I kept fantasising about not getting a good caning on the buttocks when I was at school. I wanted to cry out in pain.

To achieve better results I got a cane from the garden, the sort you tie plants up with. With all my force I layed it on myself. Ah! much better, it left a good weal but the cane was short lived when it broke.

I tried a number of things. The electric jug cord was one, but I did not like this. The pain was not nice, it ached without that burning sensation. So I gave that one away.

Then I had this sixteen year old boy come to stay with me. Nothing _s_e_x_ual, he just needed somewhere to stay. Tall good looking kid, but no go for _s_e_x_, he made it clear he was straight after he asked me if I was gay.

At this time my spanking ceased, after all being gay is one thing but to a 16 y/o spanking would sound too kinky.

It was on a trip that we stayed in this motel, he was telling me about the spankings he got at his last school. Somehow the subject changed and I asked him to spank me with my belt. He gave me two good wacks that looked and felt good. He asked me to return the favour. I was a bit scared of hurting him but he said it was OK. I gave him two good ones also.

When we got home he seemed to be getting into this spanking thing. I agreed to have five strokes of a thick leather belt. It smarted like hell but I could take it with no problem. The boy stood back and admired his work and gloated over it.

A week or so after that I wanted to live out this fantasy of being tied up and spanked with a strap. The boy was exited about this and said he would do me the honours. What he said he would do is handcuff my arms to the head of the bed. Like a typical kid he had bought the 'cuffs having no use for them, (Until now that is).

The time came, I said I would take 10 strokes of the belt. I took of all my clothes and lay face down on the bed. He took great delight in handcuffing me and rendering helpless.

The boy picked up the belt and I told him I was ready for my punishment. With all his might the belt came down with a THWACK! across my bottom. Hell this was hard and it stung like nothing I had tied before.

The worse bit was the end of the belt that is pointed to go through the buckle. A simple knowledge of physics would tell you that most of the energy is in the end. This part of the belt swung around my thigh and cut in, the sting was terrible.

Eight more to go and already I was beginning to think I had made a mistake. THWACK! And right across the first weal. This kid new how to put it on. My ass was on fire the pain was building. THWACK! And I moaned and started squirming about.

I was now ordered to keep still and was reminded that moving about I could accidentally get hit in the genitals. I was told I had to take it all there would be no stopping. The teenager was following my instructions when this experiment was planned.

The next seven blows was hell and I was in a lot of pain. But then came a big shock. The teenager told me that the punishment was to continue as he felt I needed a lot more spanking. I said, "NO!", our agreement was 10 no more. THWACK! Yeowww.

I think at that point I was becoming scared, a teenager with this power in his hands could be dangerous and I had to keep my wits about me. I wanted to threaten him with some consequence if he continued, but I was certainly in no position to do this. I quickly pulled myself together and I ordered him to stop. THWACK! Was his answer. If I threatened him while in this position I was running a risk of a lot more spanking. I think he would have loved that excuse to punish me even further than he planned.

I was now scared not knowing when my punishment would stop. I was squirming on the bed and calling out. "Stop please stop I can't take any more". He was getting off in someway on this. _s_e_x_ually maybe, but I can tell you this I certainly was not aroused.

I remember at some point he told me I had received 25 strokes, I had long since gave up counting because of the pain. I just kept pleading with him to stop. I had must have been a pitiful site on the bed. I had tears in my eyes and my wrists hurt from the handcuffs cutting as I squirmed about.

"You have to have three more", he said.

"NO OH NO!", I yelled. I just kept telling myself to keep quiet as more protesting could result in more punishment.

When the final stroke arrived he stood back to admire his work. "You should see your ass, it looks great" he said. It did not feel that way. He released me and I saw my red, purple ass and the top of my legs where the same colour. The end of the belt left a short very deep weal that ached not burned..

I decided that I had certainly worked out my fantasy and I was not going to try it again. My friend would have loved another go but I said that I thought we had gone too far.

I would love to get some email commenting about this experiment in spanking. As for myself I am not a spankee that's for sure.

I have not given the name of the teenager as even his first name could link him to the story and I won't make up names for this true account. He is on the internet but I don't have any contact with him.


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