This story is fiction, but if anyone is interested in making it come true, please email me. I am in the UK!
I met John through IRC and had met him on a number of occasions at a CP club which we both belonged to. Afetr seeing him a number of times at the club and chatting on IRC we got to swapping fantasies. Although I am a top mainly I had one huge, hot fantasy which I told John about and which he offered to bring to life. He said that he'd do so at the next meeting of the spanking club.
We met that afternoon in the club, and we chatted and had a drink whilst we waited for the playroom downstairs to open. John is only two years older than me, 29, and good looking in a straight sort of way. He has short blond hair and glasses and is about 6' tall, buit quite skinny.
Eventually it was announced that the playroom was open. We waited about a quarter of an hour an then John drained his pint, put the glass down and asked if I was ready.
'Yes,' I replied, and he lead me down the stairs. A few guys had already started playing and you could hear spanking ringing out as you went downstairs. We wandered around for a while before John wnet into one of the alcoves off the main playroom and sat down. He put me across his knee and began spanking me over my tight, black levis.
After a while a smallish crowd of guys had gathered around the entrance to the alcove,
'Get up,' he instructed me. I did as I was told and he undid my belt and pulled my trousers down to my ankles.
'Take them off,' he said and I stepped out of them. He took them from me, folded them up and placed them in a bag which he had brought along for the purpose. Back I went over his knee for more spanking over my Calvin Klein Y-fronts.
He started spanking me harder, so that I bean to squirm and grunt. Eventually he stopped and we had another wander around the room, which was now much busier than it had been.
After standing watching a good looking young guy getting a good caning for a few minutes John sat down again and, before putting me back over his knee, bade me remove my t-shirt. I did so, and it joined my trousers in his bag. I was now only wearing my white briefs (which were straining to contain my stiffening _c_o_c_k_) and my deckshoes and socks.
Back across his knee I went and got a further spanking over my briefs, followed by another rest as we wandered around looking at other guys getting it.
Again John sat, but this time he spoke,
'put your hands on your head.' I obeyed and John put his fingers into the waistband of my briefs and, hooking them over my swollen _c_o_c_k_, pulled them down. Again I was ordered to step out of them and they were put into John's bag.
'Stay there,' he said and he left. He was not gone long but when he returned he did not have the bag.
'Your clothes are in the coatcheck in my bag,' he said, loudly enough for the gathered crowd to hear, 'You will get them back when I decide you may. Now, back across my knee.' I got back across his knee, this was my fantasy, naked and vulnerable, on show, getting the spanking of my life. And there was still an hour and a half of the club to go...
Read Part two to see what happens to me now I'm toally naked.