The Party


by Nathan <Nathan9001@yahoo.com>

Yeah....you know the scene. I'm not gay, not really, more bi I think, and yet getting a spanking is just one of those "turn-ons" that has been sort of burned into my brain. Don't know when it really happened, not really. Perhaps it was that paddle that burned my ass in high school. Yep, that probably is the one. Just burned it right through my ass and into my brain. Whatever caused it I don't know, but afterwards, these many years later, well after that paddle had cracked its way across my ass when I was a teenager I just never could get it gone from my brain. And now, well NOW, I was visiting a good friend of mine, and I was at a "Spanking Party." I know that probably sounds weird, and it is in a way, but when you have the paddle on your brain and you are an adult and a friend of yours offers you a chance to come to a party like this you just don't say no. No sir you don't. And so, here I was, standing in front of my friend, a man who is real and is neat and who you would like if you just ran into him. He has his opinions, and yeah, in a way he's a judge of sorts all right, and right now he was judging me he was, and I knew in this living room that had been turned into a kangaroo courtroom I wasn't going to get out of anything. Not that I would have wanted to.

Still, thinking about the paddle and dreaming about the paddling isn't quite the same thing when there is a REAL paddle waiting for a real ass, especially when it's YOUR ASS that it is waiting for. Yeah, now THAT is an entirely different set of circumstances, and it didn't really matter that there were other men in the room. I mean, that didn't HELP the situation any, but they didn't hurt it either. Not by a long shot. Still, I was so _d_a_m_n_ nervous just standing there pretending to listen to my friend play out the judge scene I had no idea if I was gonna get through this or lose my nerve and just haul ass home. But part of me at least wanted it, NEEDED IT even, and so, what-the-hell, I was standing like the schoolboy who has been caught vandalizing his neighborhood, waiting for the judge to announce his sentence. I tried not to laugh from the reality and just go instead with the fantasy.

Still, it was a little weird. Nice house....and not that many guys there. Still, the living room was typical, except for a few little things I noticed. For one thing, the windows were covered over with sheets. Yeah, I noticed that. For another, in the center of the room was a piece of furniture, if you want to call it that, that was unlike any piece of furniture I've ever seen in someone's house. It was made from saw horses, but bolted together with a big thick two by six board, all padded up and waiting for ME to hang over. It was sure built to HOLD someone. Yeah, to HOLD them TIGHT. It had cuffs, padded cuffs, attached at the bottom to the four "legs" of the "horse" and it was pretty obvious that if you were really strapped into that device then you would have your ass pretty exposed, open even, spread out and just almost begging to be paddled. That bench was no fantasy, and that was for SURE. Next to it was a table, and laid across that table was a series of paddles. Those paddles weren't a fantasy either. I didn't study them then, not when I got there, and perhaps if I had then I might have changed my mind. But they were there, spread out, waiting for an ass to paddle, and just the glance at them sitting there waiting was enough to stir my prick in my pants.

I had come a long way to get to this party, and well, now that I was here I was very nervous. I hadn't really been paddled in so many years that I felt sort of stupid coming to this party just so I could have it happen again. Yet, I was here alright, and the bench was waiting and the paddles were waiting and my friend was grinning with an eagerness that cannot even be put to words. In short, my ass was on the line!

We made the small talk, the party talk, and shared a few stories about things from our past. The next thing I know I was sort of the center of attention. I kept looking at that frame in the living room, and the more I studied it the more it excited me. The thing was just big, and it was built so sturdily. Just looking at it made me hard. As I was sitting there chatting my friend said to me that it was obvious that I needed a little spanking and I wasn't so sure then, not when the reality of it was staring me in the face as it was. I might have even said "NO," but I guess part of me was really excited and my "NO" wasn't all that serious and he knew it. I kept looking at that device and it was pretty intense. Anyway, they kept encouraging me and so I finally swallowed and then said "OK." My friend then asked me "Do you have a particular fantasy?" and I almost laughed at that stupid question. He knows enough about me to know I write the stories. He might not know about all of them, and he might not know about MMSA Stories and the EA, so I didn't tell him too much. But, still, I sure have a few fantasies! More than a few even! Anyway, I was given the option...a school kid/principal scene or a judicial paddling scene. I said something like: "Well, the courtroom paddling is always a hot idea" and so the next thing I know I was asked to go wait in the bedroom and I did. After about ten minutes they came to get me, and suddenly as I walked out they are doing this courtroom scene with ME!

My buddy played the judge, and at his side was a good friend of his. For this story his name is Derick, but it's not his name that is important. No, he is a strong, powerful man, with huge arms and a strong body that is hard, and defined. He looks like he means business, and well, just looking at him could be intimidating. I did look at him too, and he was an obvious part of the 'scene' if you want to call it that, and as my eyes turned to him I was told that he was the "bailiff." Wow! So, there I am, in the living room, and as I am standing there I can see the bench and the cuffs and the paddles and the judge and the bailiff, looking all eager to get things moving. He starts on me then about my stories...about the writing, telling me the bad I've done and asking me what I think I'm doing? What can I say? I already know it won't matter, it is the paddling that is coming and so the talking now seems pointless. I don't know exactly what I said, but probably something stupid, well, my heart was racing....I mean they don't know anything really at all about me but they are holding my fate anyway. What else could I say?

Then my friend turned to the other guys, the "jury" and said, "guilty or innocent?" and they all yelled "GUILTY!" and I swallowed my fear. Then he turned to me and said in his role playing voice "You have been found guilty by a jury of your peers for writing erotic stories and posting them onto the internet. Your stories are disgusting. You deserved to be punished and you will be. Do you understand this?"

I think I meekly said "Yes Sir." Then he said: "Well, good. I am glad that you do. Yes, I am going to make you pay for your mis-behavior." It was way weird...I mean I felt guilty and in some stupid way it seemed real and the stories are sure real enough. Then he said looking right into my eyes with a face that was so serious it cannot be described: "You are hereby sentenced to a receive a 'SOUND PADDLING' (those were his words) for the _s_e_x_ stories you have written, and I alone will determine when it has been given. The sentence will be carried out immediately."

I looked at him, the reality and the fantasy blending together. Was this real? GOD, it WAS! Then he said "Bailiff, prepare the prisoner for his punishment." Then my friend turns to me and says "STRIP!" Anyway, what can you say to that? I was scared, shaking, and had my doubts then although I trusted him totally and I was confident that things would stay in control. Part of me was very excited. Still, I think I got out of character and said "I can't believe this is happening" or something like that perhaps. I was scared, and the fear was real enough that much is for sure. There was this moment when I almost bolted, everything suddenly intense as the cuffs were waiting. I think my friend sensed it, and then he said in his regular voice to reassure me perhaps..."Hey, its cool....don't freak....enjoy the scene....just enjoy the game and we will watch things. You know you need it. Trust me here."

Anyway, I was afraid but I was also excited and turned on and it was well, hot and I had seen enough already to know they weren't doing _s_e_x_ stuff or anything so it was safe even. I wanted it too bad I think to back out. In fact, backing out was never a serious possibility, not after I was there and I had seen the paddles and the bench and the cuffs. So, I swallowed then and probably said something like "OH GOD, why not? Let's do it!" and then yeah....then I pulled off my shirt with one swift movement. EVERYONE was watching me as I did it. I don't have the teenage body I had the last time I was paddled, not anymore I don't, and so I remember that I sucked in my stomach as I pulled off my shirt. Yeah, I was shaking, that I was for sure and when I dropped the shirt on the floor I started to reach for my jeans but somehow just didn't have the nerve to unbutton them. Too many eyes I guess. I could feel the bone in my pants and I'm not sure I was comfortable just letting it pop out when everyone else in the room was dressed. So, I hesitated on my jeans and what surprised me was that seemed to be OK. I was shaking and they weren't pushing me to get undressed anymore, and so I figured getting the smacks on my jeans would be better and so I left them on. Well, then they walked me into the living room and started to strap me down across the "horse." It had cuffs in place for that purpose. I was pushed gently over the frame and my wrists were cuffed near the floor. There were other guys in the room and I could feel them watching me. Was it the reality or the fantasy?....perhaps both all blended together. Was it two or six or twenty? I don't know, perhaps it was a stadium, the crowd roaring their approval and screaming for the prisoner to get the paddle. I don't care the number, but I could feel the eager eyes, looking as they strapped me into it even if I couldn't see all of them. Oh GOD it was so real and intense then, feeling the cuffs around my wrists, strapping me down, down and bent over and oh so out-of-control then. Yeah, I could feel the eyes in the room feasting on my nervousness. I looked at my friend, up from the rack, straight into his eyes and he LOOKED like a judge, and suddenly I could see the robe he was wearing and the living room was a courtroom and everything started to feel so _d_a_m_n_ real. Anyway, like I said they cuffed my wrists to the device and my arms were spread and held down to the legs on the horse, CUFFED in place! God! Oh GOD is that an intense feeling! Then suddenly Derick was moving to my waist, and I felt him reach around and unhook my belt and I was sort of gasping as I realized what was about to happen. Then, he unsnapped my pants and then pulled my jeans down. Oh God the feeling then as a man lowered them in that room, the eyes staring at the bulge, the bulge that was there, pushing out my shorts almost as if my dick was begging to be seen. OH GOD it was humiliating!

With my wrists cuffed I couldn't stop him and didn't really say too much as I was losing them. I might have commented something like "you guys are really making this realistic" or something to that effect. Well, then the next thing I know my jeans have been removed completely. That felt weird! And then Derick is back, and he has my shorts, holding the waistband and nothing I can do to stop him!!! They are one of my favorites, the Joe Boxers---my gray ones and he has them in his hands. No! Anyway, when they came down I popped straight up—so _f_u_c_k_ing hard and my dick was eager for it, excited for it, and hard as a steel rod. Oh God how I was boned!!! Some guy in the room said "Nice" when it sprang out. Then, after that without a word I could feel my friend on one leg and Derick on the other....taking my ankles, pulling them apart, spreading them wide apart and then holding them wide and open and next to the sides of the rack. I could feel them hooking up the cuffs....the little leather cuffs that were padded oh-so-nicely. Oh wow...where did they get those????? They were bolted to the sides of the "horse" and once in them there was nothing I could do to escape. Still, just feeling the restraints and pulling against them, testing the bonds, was an exciting prospect, and it felt in some way exhilarating to be spread and exposed like that.

After I was tied out I knew I was pretty vulnerable. I was watching everything...trusting my friend and even though I was nervous I was also so _d_a_m_n_ hard. Anyway, then they pulled the table over to me, so that I could see the paddles then, all of them, laying there on the table and staring at my face. OH GOD I COULD STUDY THEM NOW! There were long, thin ones, thick heavy ones, some had holes, and some were more like a ping pong paddle. Two of them really caught my eye. One was made out of some kind of plastic, and was clear and long and it just looked like it would burn. The other one was short, with an eight-inch handle. The paddle end was made of thick leather, very thick leather. It was no less than a half-inch thick, and it reminded me of a picture of a prison strap I had once had the chance to see. There were a couple of smaller ones, that didn't look like much, and the last paddle in the line seemed to have a metallic plate inlaid onto its face. Yeah, all kinds of paddles, and I was wondering which of them were for me? The paddles weren't a fantasy, and they were there and I was naked and tied and exposed....oh so exposed! My naked ass was on display, jutting out and up and almost eager, waiting to feel the paddle once again and the room, waiting with an excitement to witness it happen. GOD....this was REAL and reality is far more intense than any story I've ever written!

Perhaps I could have screamed for mercy, and my friend would have unhooked me and let me go. I don't know. I don't! But I didn't scream and instead my dick just got harder as the time passed, my ass waiting for its punishment and my dick eager for it to begin. Oh God how to explain it!?!! Then Derick, playing the bailiff, picked up the biggest paddle on the table, and holding the oak board in his hand I watch as he moved behind me. He had a name for this one...he called it "The Coach." Then, after that, I started getting the feeling of it touching my ass. He rubbed the hard wood over my ass...along the inside of my legs and even gently against my balls. He even cupped my balls with his hand and I know I gasped when he touched me. Wow. Then, as he was holding my balls, I hear him say: "Are we ready judge?"

And my friend answers: "Begin the punishment. May God have mercy on his ass."

Next thing I know I am getting the paddle....real GENTLY actually, sort of a slap slap slap slap. I was thinking this isn't that big of a deal...just a game really, and then, well THEN it started to get harder with every stroke, and soon it was stinging and then OH _f_u_c_k_ _d_a_m_n_ it hurt and I jerked against the bonds and really was struggling after that. CRACK! CRACKKK! CRACKKKKKKKKK!!! OH GOD IT BURNED! It went on for quite a while. Almost about the time I started really yelling they just suddenly stopped, and I thought OH GOD...OK OK OK...well, its OVER and at least I survived it!

But it wasn't quite like that. Not exactly. Hell, not by a long shot. No, next, my friend is behind me too and he is examining my ass..... very carefully actually.... and then he said "Yeah....looks ok; nice and pink......is it warm??????" Oh God it was! It felt simply HOT...the heat of that big paddle was intense and powerful, and I was still squirming from the heat even though the paddle was back on the table and it was only his hands that were touching me. Then, as I watched, Derick picked up the paddle next to it....the plastic one, and my friend then told me it was made from "Lexan," the stuff they make bulletproof windows out of! Oh GOD! I was sort of thinking my ass didn't need anymore, but then I felt the Lexan up against my ass, and then as I'm starting to wonder what it's going to feel like I suddenly found out in an instant. Oh God, how to word it?....lets just say it too was suddenly being cracked into my naked ass and the court baliff was doing the same thing with it....easy at first and then harder and harder until it REALLY STUNG and suddenly my entire ass felt like it was on FIRE! This paddle was much worse...partly perhaps because my ass was already burning like a furnace, and perhaps because it was flexible and moved through the air even faster than the heavier paddle had. I don't know why, but it HURT BAD and he covered my ass with it! Then, just about the time I thought I was gonna cry or something they stopped and checked my ass again...feeling it and cupping my balls as they did so.

It was "glowing". That's an understatement actually. I think I said "Hey, I think I've had enough here" cause my ass was REALLY hurting and I didn't want it to get too bruised or anything. I had just had a double paddling and in my mind I had the feeling that it was time to get me unstrapped I think and go home to savor the experience.

So, anyway, as I asked them to stop suddenly my friend said, in his role as judge, "Now now now. You forgot what a bad boy you have been, and you are just starting to figure it out. I sentenced you to a sound paddling and a sound paddling is what you will receive." I laughed then, a nervous laugh at his joke--he was acting I KNEW but he hadn't cracked a smile when he said it. Hell, I figured he had to be joking at least a little here. But he did not laugh back, not at all and usually my friend laughs a little when he is joking. Oh GOD! I trust him, and trusted him then, even as I was tied and spread out but I'm also smart enough to realize if he was serious, well then I really was gonna get whatever it was that he considered to be a "sound paddling." That's when the thought hit me. Suddenly, I realized I didn't even know what that meant. I mean, I had heard the sentence and let them strap me in, but I didn't know what the sentence really meant! I mean, it wasn't like I was gonna get twenty hits, or thirty, or whatever number might have been specified. Hell, I had already had more than that! Oh man, what had I got myself into? And now, OH GOD...my ass was already on FIRE and certainly by now I had had a "sound paddling" in every since of the word! Yeah...it was ON FIRE!

I tried to stay calm. I figured in a very real way I felt like they had to be almost finished, and my ass was sure glowing and the last paddle had literally burned as it had hit me. I said "How many more?" in an almost desperate voice to find out and that's when he finally laughed. In fact, several guys laughed... and then he said "I don't know---might be here for a few hours....might not take that long. You're a bad boy. A very bad boy. And right now your ass is mine, and its getting exactly what it needs, and I haven't even really begun to paddle it!" GOD! That got me going, and I protested, loudly! Then he ignored me and then he went on: "You will get however many it takes to give you a sound paddling so just take it like Michael Fay. Be a man." The name of Fay and his ordeal in Singapore immediately snapped into focus, and then that kid's whole ordeal rushed into my brain only I was the kid and the rack was real and my ass was burning and OH GOD I jerked, hard against the bonds and for the first time I looked really hard at the cuffs to see if I could get them free. GOD! Everyone in the room laughed at my struggles, and I felt Derick playfully slap my bobbing ass with his hand and then rub my ass, feeling the curves and down into the crack as it bounced up and down as I moved it.

They did a smaller paddle with holes in it next. Lots of holes and lots of slaps. The judge was careful to explain the holes, how they reduced the air resistance and allowed the paddle to move through the air faster than it could otherwise. The bailiff decided to two hand it, for greater speed, and when I heard that I started struggling and really jerking against the restraints. They weren't kidding! The holes...OH GOD the _f_u_c_k_ing holes! With the holes the little cushion of air that normally gets trapped under the paddle and cushions the impact escapes, and the resulting sting is more intense than anything you can possibly imagine. CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! Oh GOD I jerked when I felt that, and then I was suddenly jerking harder and harder, my naked ass bobbing up and down as the paddle cracked into my ass. I know my balls were swinging as I jerked to get away from that board, trying to maneuver my ass out of the way even when the attempt was futile and the board was relentless in its undertaking. CRACKKKKKKKKKKKK! CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! "YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" I yelled! OH GOD! "YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"

Yeah, suddenly it wasn't a game anymore, and then all there was after that was my ass and the paddle and my ass and the paddle. OH _s_h_i_t_ I was bobbing on the rack then and the guys in the room were watching with grins on their faces. I was sort of scared...I mean if they kept me on that thing for hours I wouldn't have an ass left. Yeah, I was freaking sort of I was. Still, I trusted my friend to know my limits and to be careful. I tried to reason with him but couldn't get my thoughts together, and I mostly just babbled when I opened my mouth and the paddle was stinging so much I couldn't think straight. I could see several guys watching....one of them standing right in front of me so close his crotch was almost buried in my face. The bulge in his pants was unmistakable, and it was almost like his _c_o_c_k_ was there for the purpose, to tease me as I took the hits. Finally, they stopped, and the paddle wasn't moving anymore, the holes having done their work and my ass now a nuclear fire burning like there was no tomorrow! Oh man oh man oh man! Wow. Well, they checked my ass carefully then, and then when I was sure they were done I found out they weren't. I watched Derick pick up this little paddle....and as I studied it I could see it was really shaped like a hairbrush, without the bristles. And then, as he took the little hardwood brush in his hand, almost before I could say anything he just started working it over my already flaming ass with a vengeance.

I didn't think a little paddle could hurt that bad. I would never have guessed it. Perhaps it was the redness of my ass before he started? I don't know what it was, but I do know it hurt, and it was serious, and I was squirming and trying to avoid it. I jerked and pulled against the cuffs, but they held me open and exposed and I was his and he knew it. Yeah, it hurt like _s_h_i_t_....and then as it was happening the guy paddling me was pulling my cheeks apart and really smacking them, right in the edge of the crack and then right inside of it! God! He seemed to get me everywhere! He got the sides of my butt, under my butt, both cheeks, and after a few minutes I was literally begging them to stop and was really squirming. _d_a_m_n_ it hurt! He wasn't hitting me that hard...in hindsight, but it really CRACKED and at the time OH GOD I just knew I was in trouble. I felt like he was literally painting my ass with that little paddle...and hell, he WAS! Yeah, he was covering every single inch of my ass, and _d_a_m_n_ it hurt!!!! My friend finally stopped it...came back and felt my ass.....up and down the crack and then he checked the sides and around my hole and all the while I was saying "THAT'S ENOUGH _d_a_m_n_IT." He didn't react to what I was saying, not verbally he didn't. But instead he just reached down and he then cupped my balls for just a second to let me know I was still HIS and then he dropped them and let them swing. It was so humiliating! I was looking down at the floor and I could literally see spots of fluid that had dripped from my dick. Wow. Before they started they had put a dark green towel there "just in case" and well, it was spotted in more than a few places and there was a thin string of precum drooling from my dick all the way to the floor. Everybody looking had to see it!

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" I almost screamed this time! I started to freak out I think, and then he said, with a laugh, "Don't panic now...your ass is fine.....and your dick sure doesn't want us to quit." They all laughed when he said that! God, I was hard, and dripping! Then he added: "We are just beginning" and I started protesting and he said "Prisoner, you were sentenced to a sound paddling, and a sound paddling is what you are going to get. You know you deserve this, and besides, you and I both know you need it. Don't make me gag you." Then, he picked up the next paddle, the prison strap paddle, and oh GOD it looked mean and my ass was already burning and I just KNEW there was no way I could take it. No way! He held it in front of my face then, and I could see every line in the leather. It looked old, and I wondered how many other guys had been tanned with it. I looked at the eight-inch handle, and I could see that it had been held in many a hand. The leather was what held my attention however. It was thick, at least one half of an inch and that is not an exaggeration. Suddenly, I noticed the handle, and the official marking there. It LOOKED like a PRISON STRAP because it WAS ONE! I started struggling...I mean really struggling, and my ass was bobbing up and down in absolute desperation when suddenly, I was feeling IT on my ass......and OH GOD OH GOD I couldn't get out of its way! _s_h_i_t_.....it hurt and the sting was so _d_a_m_n_ intense that I am at a loss of words to really describe it. It seemed to pound my ass, and the burn was so intense and yet so different from the boards. It also seemed to curve around as it struck me, and with each blow it seemed to grab my ass as it burned into it. They worked it under my cheeks which were by now oh-so-tender and then on the sides of my already flaming ass, and into the cracks of my ass too, and then right at the very bottom, where I was twisting and jumping with each smack I got. My eyes were really watering then, yeah, not quite bawling but crying none-the-less. I just couldn't help it. After that hair brush paddle the leather strap just covered the same spots, again and again. As it happened I was struggling so hard that the entire rack was jumping and shaking, and then the tears were flowing and I could feel it on my cheeks and my ass just felt gone...GONE.

Suddenly, I felt this guy grab my _c_o_c_k_ as I was feeling the strap....I mean I felt him holding me and then he was jerking it a little as I was getting the strap all at the same time and the feeling was so intense I gasped. He reached around and tweaked my nipples, and squeezed them hard...almost to show me I guess that I was his if he wanted. Then, and this is the weirdest part, they paused and I sucked in the room air and tried to bring my sobs under control. Derick dropped the prison strap back on the table, and as I laid there sucking in my snot my entire ass was just glowing, the burn so intense now and the feeling so hot I couldn't believe it. Then, while I watched, this guy took some kind of box and opened it and then he was holding a metal ring...bigger than a finger ring, and then as I watched he reached up, between my widespread legs, and suddenly was sliding the metal ring right over the end of my _c_o_c_k_. It had a wire soldiered to it and it was scary as _s_h_i_t_ and the fear went through me like I can't describe! Well, I was yelling then but they were laughing and I knew something was going to happen but I had no idea what.

Anyway, like I was saying, they slipped that metal ring over the end of my dick. The head of my prick was so excited that they had to push and twist it to get it over the end, but when they did it almost popped into place, resting there right beneath the head of my dick...behind the glans, held there by the engorgement of the tip that was bulging out huge and flared. It was almost like nature had made a ridge to hold it, and as I looked down at it and my dick and the ring, I noticed the wire trailing from the ring. Yeah, I could see the ring plane as day, and my dick and the wire and it was then that I noticed that the wire went to a small box. What the hell? The box wasn't plugged into anything... so it had to be running on a battery I figured. Still, I was freaking. That's when Derick picked up the last paddle in the line, the one with the metal face, and as I watched him right in front of my face he hooked up the other wire from the box to the handle of this special paddle they called the "electrosmacker." The paddle had a plug hole in the handle that they plugged the wire into, and when I saw them do that I know I was literally petrified. I was begging then...almost a babble as I begged, my ass on fire and no way I knew that it could absorb any more. Everyone in the room seemed eager to watch though, almost as if they were anxious to see this particular paddle attack my ass. Then, well, then OH GOD they just went to town on my ass after that and suddenly the waiting was over and my ass bobbed and jerked as I twisted, desperate to get away but unable to avoid any of it.

With the first smack of the metal-faced paddle the weirdest thing happened. As I felt the paddle CRACKKKKKKKKK into my ass there was this sharp burn that went with it, right in my ass and directly beneath where the paddle hit. It felt like a wasp sting. Yes, a very mean wasp and a sting with every hit. There was almost a "snap" with the CRACK and the sting was very intense, and I know I bucked my hips each time I felt it. The other thing that happened was that my dick jumped and spasmed with the hits...it got so hard so fast that it was sticking straight out and even up, like a dick on a seventeen year old or something. But my dick was huge, bigger than any teenager's dick that was for sure, and I'm not bragging or anything. It was just incredibly big all of a sudden, even for me, really round and long, with the head bulging like I'm not used to seeing it. The entire end was literally purple and enlarged and the skin of my _c_o_c_k_ seemed to be pulsating, and then almost immediately the eye of my dick was oozing copious amounts of fluid as if it was eager to shoot. It almost looked obscene. It was certainly flared out...and harder than I've ever seen it in my life!

It didn't take long. Not after that electrosmacker paddle started pulsating into my ass and right through my dick it didn't. OH GOD..when they started doing that; cracking that _f_u_c_k_ing electrified paddle against my burning ass and forcing the electricity right through my red ass and shooting it right out the head of my dick, well, after that my entire prick was just jumping like it was alive and I could feel the pulsations right through the shaft. I shot in less than a minute.... just no way not to and it was very intense. I made a mess on the floor; yeah a hell of a mess. I was bent over and staring right at my dick so I watched my own wad being pumped out. As I watched my dick spewing out my seed the towel was literally flooded with my semen and all the while I was shooting they just kept paddling me. God I shot and grunted out my load and jerked my body against the bonds that held me down. Yeah, I know I grunted it out and yet I didn't care anymore who was watching or what I said as it was happening! I shot with each smack of the paddle, and in fact I kept "shooting" far longer than I ever thought I could. Finally, at that very moment when I thought my orgasm was going to fade away and end, well at that very moment they just laid the paddle up against my flaming ass, holding it there, letting it SIT THERE, and as it was being held that way against my ass my entire dick was pulsating like it was being swarmed by bees or something, and the snap snap snap snap paddle seemed to just be burning like a hot iron as it laid against my naked skin. But it was my dick that I was staring at, and as I looked at it I could see it jumping and bobbing as it was pumping from the electrical charges surging through it and even my balls were jerking and twitching as they pumped out my goo. With the paddle laying against my ass my ejaculation seemed to go on and on and on, the lines of cum were being laid across the towel like white ropes of semen, one after the other, shot after shot. Finally, I was spent, literally milked dry and with the largest wad of my life displayed out on the towel for the entire world to see. Still, even with my balls emptied, my dick still bobbed as it spasmed dry. It was the most intense orgasm of my life. Finally, yes finally they stopped and pulled the paddle off my red hot rear. I almost feinted with the relief; the orgasm had been so intense and so deep and so long it cannot really be described. They must have known, for they let me sit there then, for a little while recovering from the onslaught I had suffered. I was still bent over, staring at the huge load of my semen that I had pumped from my body, feeling my ass and the heat and the burn, with my spent balls dangling down, below my open and now very red ass, hanging and loose like a bull's balls hang. Then, as I laid three, so exposed and in such a humiliating posture, I realized I really had been given a "sound paddling." Yes, a very sound paddling indeed. Then, just before they undid the straps that held me, several people applauded and my face flushed red, matching the color of my rear!

PostScript: I am back home now, and it has been several days since I shot that huge wad and felt my ass glowing red and on fire. But the surprising thing is that as much as it hurt when it was happening, my ass never turned purple, never bruised, and two days later there was nothing to look at or see and everything was just a memory. An intense memory. A very very very intense memory. Oh, and a very wonderful memory indeed.

[Authors note: © Copyright Feb 5, 2002. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. All comments are appreciated. Nathan9001@yahoo. com]


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