Please read part one before reading this!
As before, this is fantasy only, but if anyone wants to help me make it come true get in touch. I'm based in the UK.
Now I was naked John had made my fantasy come true. Here I was, naked, hard, my backside red, my clothes unobtainable except when John allowed and still an hour and a half at the club to go.
John put me back across his knee and this time really started laying into my arse. He used his hand and a hairbrush on my unprotected butt, whilst I squirmed and struggled over his knee. As my right hand flailed back to try and protect my butt he grabbed it and held it in the small of my back as he carried on, mercilessly, with my spanking.
After some time, the assault on my arse came to an end. John kept me over his lap, stroking my hot bum.
'I'm going to get myself a drink,' he said, 'You will stay down here, since naked boys aren't allowed in the bar. I may be sometime. You can wander around and see what else is going on but, if any other guy wants to spank you then you must let them. You can refuse to be spanked, but you may not refuse three guys in a row - the third guy to ask must be allowed to spank you. To save your ass a bit, though, you will tell them that they may not use a cane, belt or tawse on your arse and that they may only apply twenty strokes to your arse, or thirty if they use only their hand. Is that understood?'
'Yes, sir,' I replied. John let me up and slapped my still hard _c_o_c_k_ as he walked out of the alcove and up the stairs to the bar. Now I was completely naked, I couldn't get my clothes back until John returned and I was the only totally naked guy in the room. If anything, my _c_o_c_k_ got harder at the thought.
Hardly had Joh left before the first guy asked to spank me. He was in his fifties and very overweight, so I turned him down. I wandered around for a little while until a younger guy, whose name badge said he was called Ian, asked if he could spank me. I said that he could, but told him what John had instructed me to say. He agreed and lead me into another alcove, where a young guy that I knew (and had spanked myself in the past) was laying with his trousers and pants round his ankles across the knee of a much older guy. Ian asked the older guy if he could borrow a paddle from him. He then arranged me against the wall, straddled over the young guy's head so that, if he raised his head, my balls rested on it. Ian took his time dealing out the twenty strokes with the paddle and by the time he had laid on the twentieth, and hardest, stroke, I was gasping and close to tears. He patted my flaming butt and left me there, as the young lad below me began sobbing quietly with the intensity of his spanking.
I left the alcove, having watched the lad's beating finished with ten very hard strokes of the paddle which got the tears streaming from his eyes. I went to the toilet and was accosted as I came out by a huge guy (not fat, but very muscular) who told me he want to cane my butt. I told him that John had said I was not to be caned, so he said that he would use his hand instead. I told him he could only have thirty strokes. He lead me into the centre of the room, where a large crowd was gathered around an older guy getting a caning. He put me across his knee and told me to count as he spanked. It was a while before the first stroke landed, but when it did - PHEW!
'One, sir,' I gasped, if that was stroke one, what would stroke thrity be like?
'Two, sir,' This one was even harder. The strokes carried on coming, slowly, deliberately, and each one harder than the last. I was shocked to find, after the nineteenth stroke, that tears were coming to my eyes. My hand was pinned in the small of my back, I was completely naked, helpless, and this guy was spanking me to tears! I was certainly glad when stroke thirty came, even though the tears were rolling down my face by the time it did. I looked up and saw John standing there, looking at me.
The big guy let me up, and John came over to me.
'One last session over my knee, and I think you'll have had enough. Get over!' I lay gingerly across his knee, my bvright red, flaming butt sore and throbbing, my _c_o_c_k_ hard and also throbbing, feeling hugely exposed in my nakedness. John spread my cheeks and started spanking me on my crack and butthole, an area which, hitherto, had escaped notice. He laid it on hard, occasionally varying things by giving me a really hard spank full on my buttcheek. I was soon squirming, grunting and begging for him to stop, yet my hard _c_o_c_k_ told him that I was still needing more. Again, I was soon crying real tears as the assault continued. Suddenly, it stopped.
'Get up,' John instructed, 'Over to the wall and lean on it with your left arm. I want you to jack off whilst I paddle your arse, the quicker you cum, the quicker the paddling stops.'
This was the culmination of my fantasy. Naked, hard, butt flaming, wanking in front of a crowd of guys as my butt is paddled mercilessly. I begin stroking my hard _c_o_c_k_ as the blows began reaining down on my porr, tortured arse. The paddle strokes made it hard to keep up a rhythm as I stroked and it took me at least forty strokes before I was close to cumming. I was sobbing with the paddling when, suddenly, cum erupted from my _c_o_c_k_ and went all down the wall. John gave me two more really hard strokes of the paddle.
'You dirty little boy,' he said, 'Get that cleaned up!'
'Sir?' I queried through my tears.
'You heard me, lick up that cum from the wall!'
I nearly came again there and then.
Me, a good looking young guy, naked, _c_o_c_k_ dripping with cum, arse bright red and sore, tears drying on my face, on my knees licking up cum off a playroom wall.
A fantasy come true!