My lover, Bill, and I love to spank. He's the older Daddy looking type; salt grey hair, thickly muscled, hairy chest. He has a deep voice and a commanding attitude that just make me melt whenever I hear him speak. I'm 32, brown eyes, with little body hair.
We sometimes role play, but often I just like to have him get me horny and then spank my ass until he thinks I've had enough. There's no way to describe the feeling of a spanking to someone who doesn't enjoy it. It's a pain that really hold more pleasure in it than anything. I want each and hit, I crave the feel of his hand, belt, or whatever other implement, hitting my naked ass. Often it's Bill who has to end the spanking because if we continued I'd be too damaged.
That having been said, we do enjoy the occasional role play. We don't be too mixed up with roles and dialogue, because that just takes too much energy away the event. Often though, we use role plays like priest altar boy, cop nephew, or stuff like that.
But the point of this re-telling is really for one particular event. Once a year we host a party at our place where we invite all our male friends who are into spanking to bring over their boys and implements. In every room we have chairs placed in well spaced semi-circles where each Daddy brings his boy and strips him into a t-shirt and skimpy pair of briefs. When the 15 or so Daddies arrive with their boys, the party begins. The Daddies mingle with their boys following at the sides, talking and showing off their boys, while eyeing the boys they want to spank. Eventually boys are swapped and each Daddy brings his newly acquired boy to a chair and starts spanking him.
At this one particular party, Bill and I had been mingling for about 15 mins. We were talking to John and his boy Garrett, when the Daddies decided they'd lie to switch us. Each boy was handed over, with helpful hints being passed between Bill and John. John was told how much I loved to be naked sitting in his knee, getting my nipples pinched before he finally put my over his lap. It's true. When Bill does that first I get so horny I can take any beating he gives, regardless of the implement.
John took me over to a straight backed chair in the den, sat down and slowly proceeded to strip me. While permission to have _s_e_x_ with any boy has to be obtained by his Daddy, there is a lot of fondling and play that can happen without those lines being crossed. John was much like Bill, except a bit shorter and had much rougher hands. Being a construction worker, he had a very strong arm and you could feel his strength even from a casual touch. He started by taking off my t-shirt and lightly using his roughed fingers to stroke my back. His hands were very much like sandpaper, and the feeling was exquisite! Slowly he worked his way over my shoulders and then started lightly squeezing my nipples. I can't say my nipples have ever enjoyed anything more! When he started to rub and squeeze harder, I sprouted an erection with popped out of my boxers. With one hand he slowly traced down from my chest, over my belly and into my underwear, gabbing my _c_o_c_k_ by the base. His other hand stayed on my nipples. Finally he ordered me to peel off my underwear and then sat my back on his lap, stroking my _c_o_c_k_ with his hands. The rough feel on my sensitive _c_o_c_k_ was overwhelming. I thought I was going to cum right there and while I knew Bill hadn't given his permission there was no way I could stop this. The feeling was completely engrossing and all other thoughts left my head.
Sensing how close I was to ejaculation, and knowing the rules of the event, John slowed down and gently cupped my balls. The pre-cum was on both of us, and he spread what was on his hand onto my sac. Finally, he told me in a soft voice to stand up. As much as I wanted to go back to his lap and having him rub me with those big hands, I too knew the rules and wasn't about to break them. At least not this early! I stood up, erection standing straight out from my body, eyes closed, listening to the sounds around me. There were other Daddies and boys in the room, and I could hear the sounds of hand striking flesh, and the groans from the boys getting their asses beaten. Some Daddies were giving lectures to their borrowed sons, some boys were pleading, and others were just yelping to the feel of their spanking. John gently pulled me over to his side after a couple of seconds, spread his legs and positioned me over them.
John started me off in a very traditional position. I'm a short guy, so even though John is smaller than Bill he was easily able to place me so that my feet were well off the ground. Firls clasping my right hand to my back, he proceeded to lay it on.
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Each hit was about 2 seconds apart, alternating cheeks. It was a medium intensity hit, but with my _s_e_x_ drive so far up I was wanting more intensity. Fifteen or so more spanks like that followed, but then things started to change.
"I just thought I'd warm you up a little boy. You may have a hard-on, but I like to prepare your behind a bit for what's coming." John said, loudly enough for me to hear over the noise of the other boys and their Daddies.
What followed next was the most intense 20 minutes of my spanking life. I swear he was only using his hand, but my ass was on such fire. And I wanted every hit of it!
Each spank was given at full force, the skin of his hands taking a layer of skin off my ass with every slap. He'd spanked me for about 5 minutes with a quick volley. I was squirming, my yells at first echoing but eventually eclipsing that of the other boys on the room. Occasionally he'd grunt, but I was beyond noticing it I was retreated so far into my head, feeling the pain pleasure in my ass, wanting to explode out of my ass, chest and _c_o_c_k_. After that first 5 minutes he stopped and rubbed my ass. The feeling of it! My well beaten ass, burning and raw from his hands, with the gentle roughness of his hands gliding over them! It felt like he'd created a new part of my body with brand new flesh, flesh that was full of nerves that had never been used before! It was a pleasure that in the moment completely eclipsed orgasm. Sensations that I had never felt were being brought forth and I was utterly lost in them. I had been close to tears from the pain while he was hitting me, and I think I was about to cry from the complete overwhelmingness of this new occurrence.
In a tone of utter control John told me he was going to start spanking me again. But first he wanted a change of position. Standing us up, he put his leg up on the chair and draped my over it, both my hands and feet completely off the ground. I was totally helpless while he had his way with my behind.
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It continued on like before, my ass smacked again and again. As I lay there over his leg, all other sounds were blocked from my head. I didn't hear the other boys, their yells, or even the sound of each slap as it landed on my own ass. I was completely in my own head, feeling the pure sensation my behind was receiving. It was pain, it was pleasure, it was beyond both. I was dangling up off the ground, both hands tight in John's grip, being rocked each time a hit landed, desperate each half second between spanks. Sometimes he'd slow down, sometimes he'd give a volley so fast I didn't know where one spank stopped and where a new one started. I was wrapped up in it and for the next fifteen minutes was completely at his mercy. The everyday thoughts you have no matter what your doing were completely drive out of my head and I was just this body whose sole purpose was this feeling. My mind wasn't even thinking in words, but in pure emotional responses. Craving for each slap, pleasure and pain inextricably mixed....
One of the other rules of the party is to spankings should last no more than half an hour. When this time was up, John slowed his spanking down and started to rub my bum. Turning my over an sitting back down on the chair, he placed me over his lap again to gently run my raw ass. I was crying at this point in reaction, tears flowing completely without hindrance while he soothed my behind for the next while. Finally he had me stand up and standing himself gave me a hug that completely brought me into him. I could feel his warmth, and his smell was comforting toa degree I can't describe. He walked me, naked, over to the area where boys who had just been spanked are allowed to go and no be disturbed by Daddies looking to spank them are put. There were a couple of other boys there who looked at me with a mix of sympathy and enviousness, but John just lay me down on my stomach, rubbed the small of my back, ass, and legs for a couple of seconds then gently kissed the top of my head and walked away. I was so separate from the events around me that for the next 10 minutes or so none of the other boys would come near me. I was still in my own head, still in that space away from the world and just sensing my burning ass.
When I did sit up, I dried my eyes and talked to the other boys. I had to stay in the boys room for a half hour before venturing out again. I was spanking 4 more times that day, and while each was fun, none met up with the spanking John had given me. At one point I saw Garret as he was being lead of by a Daddy, and he smiled at me in complete understanding. His ass was red, but I could tell that no matter how sore he was by the end of the party, when he got home all he would want is to be jack-knifed over John's knee.