At nearly 26 I had been single for over 8 months - the longest time since I was 18. My boyfriend of three years had had to move away for work and, although we tried it long distance it didn't work out so we split. Id decided to get in shape, and Id lost 2 stone and was now toned – not muscular, just toned and tanned.
I'd been quite promiscuous for the past eight months, and had been getting into more and more kinky _s_e_x_. I had discovered a side of myself I didn't know existed and I was particularly turned on my spanking and humiliation.
I have a busy job, but one which comes in fits and starts. I am an IT project manager, and can have very busy times when I work 16-17 hours a day, and other quiet times when I may only do one afternoon a week. Luckily I am on a permanent salary! One day in June I had been working hard until 3am. I had given a presentation that afternoon and had been working on the project ever since. I work from home, so I was logged into Gaydar throughout, but not getting much. At 3am I decided I needed to stop, but what I wanted more than anything else was to give myself over to another guy and get a good hard, humiliating spanking.
I logged into chat - it was fairly quiet and put in my profile:
'25yo guy in Brighton, UK, stressed and fed-up needs relief. I need to be stripped naked, put in my place, and given a hard, humiliating spanking. Can travel within 20-30 miles.'
I found a mate from London online, and we started chatting - we was on because he'd just had a guy leave whom he'd given a really good hiding to and he couldn't sleep! We were chatting about the spanking he'd just given when a new window popped up called Cris30.
"Hi boi, am between Worthing and Hove - wanna get your arse warmed?"
I looked at his profile. The main picture was of him with a cute, nude lad across his knee whose bottom was VERY red! His secondary pics showed him alone and he looked nice - tall, very slim, but in shape. So I responded.
"Hi sir, nice pic."
"Yours too, would love to have you across my knee."
This looked promising. I went back to my mate and explained that I might be getting a meet and said goodnight so that I could concentrate on the new guy.
"So, you need a hard, humiliating spanking, boi?"
"Yes, Sir. I've been working really hard and I need to be used and humiliated."
"And you can travel, boi?"
"Within reason, Sir"
"Tell me what you need then, boi"
"I need to be stripped naked and have my clothes removed from me. I need to be across Sir's knee and spanked, I need to be made to grovel before Sir, to lick his boots and worship his feet. To be given corner-time between assaults on my arse and to be told what a slut and a worm I am, Sir"
"That is all possible. You only want OTK spanking?"
"Yes, Sir. I need that humiliation of being made to feel like a naughty boy"
"Hmm. You drive, boi?"
"Yes, Sir"
"You drive naked, boi?"
At this my _c_o_c_k_, which was hard anyway seemed to get harder. I had only driven naked once - on holiday in the Canaries with my bf, he had dared me to drive naked to the beach with him. It was hot and we had really good _s_e_x_ afterwards!
"I have done, Sir."
"Well, I want you to drive over here naked. And no cheating, Naked means no clothes in the car. You walk to the car naked, you drive here naked, you come to my door naked, you leave naked. You up for that, boi?"
I gulped
"Yes, Sir, that sounds hot."
"And I will check that you have obeyed my orders, boi. I live off the main Hove Worthing road, quite isolated. 25 yards past my house is a lay-by. You will park in that and then walk to my house and ring the bell. When did you last shower?"
"Just before lunch, sir."
"OK, well, you will shower and then come to me. I promise you will leave sore and fulfilled. How long have you got?"
"As long as Sir wants, I am not working tomorrow"
My _c_o_c_k_ was so hard and precum was dripping from the end. This was so hot!
"Very well, boi, I am gonna give you my mobile number and my address and then I will sign-off. I will expect you within the hour. That understood? You're not gonna waste my time, are you?"
"That's fine, Sir, I'll be there"
With that he typed his mobile number and address and left. My heart was thumping, but I needed this, I needed to be used and humiliated like this.
I looked on a web map site and found a map to his place. It wasn't hard and his house was actually on the map, one of only four widely dispersed in his road, which seemed just to lead into fields. I went and had a quick, but thorough, shower. My _c_o_c_k_ was still hard, but it was flagging a bit as the reality of what I was just about to do began to sink in. I live in the penthouse flat of a converted Victorian house with 5 floors. I had to walk naked all the way down - luckily my car was parked opposite!
I dried myself and then thought about shoes, but he'd said naked, so naked I would be.
I walked quietly, but quickly downstairs, opened the door a crack and then dashed across the street to the car. I got the cloth I clean the windscreen out and put it on the chair next to me just in case I needed to cover up! My _c_o_c_k_ was now semi-hard. I was massively turned on, but the nerves prevented a full erection.
I set off. The streets were very quiet and I passed very few cars. Eventually I found his road - unlit and not terribly well-maintained. I passed two houses, a long way apart and then came to his. A long low house, it looked like it had been a thatched cottage, but had lost its thatch. There were no lights showing at the front of the house. I drove on and found the lay-by, as he had said, a little way past.
I parked and immobilised the car. My _c_o_c_k_ was still half-hard and my heart was really going some, but I got out and walked quickly to his house – the 25 yards seemed to go on for ever. Eventually I got there and rang the doorbell. After what seemed like an age a light went on in the hallway and the door opened.
Cris was better looking in the flesh than in his pic. He was very tall, 63 or thereabouts. He couldnt be called handsome, but he was distinguished. His face looked older than 30, but his longish blond hair and his slim build made him look younger.
So you came, boi?
Yes, Sir.
Lets inspect your vehicle.
With that, he grabbed the lobe of my right ear and started walking. I gasped and then was bent double as he pulled my head down so his hand was at its usual height. We walked, swiftly, with me in this undignified position to my car where he let go my ear and I stood up.
Keys he said. I handed them over. Hands on the bonnet, legs apart I did as I was told, feeling very exposed as he opened my car and inspected it for signs of clothing. Eventually he appeared satisfied and locked it up again and came over to me.
Good he said You appear obedient He grabbed a handful of my hair this time, and lead me back to the house where he took me up to a room which was clearly his study. He ordered me into the centre of the room with my hands on my head. I was inspected intimately – he looked at every part of my body with both eyes and hands before sitting down on the sofa and upending me across his knee.
He certainly knew how to spank! He started gently, but it soon built up and I was soon struggling slightly as his hand battered my arse. He gave me a good spanking, before standing me in the corner for a while.
During that night I got a really good hard spanking. My tongue became intimately acquainted with his boots and feet and he used by back as footstool while he watched TV, me on my hands and knees.
By 6:30, I was very sore, very chastened and very horny! He made me jack off onto a plate and then, just when I thought it was over, put me back across my knee and gave me twenty hard, fast strokes with his hairbrush. These HURT! I had cum and so wasnt _s_e_x_ed up for these ones. He then took the plate with my cum on it (quite a lot, I had built up a good head during the session) and poured the cum all over my arse, rubbing it well in. I was then put into the corner while he had a shower and got ready for work.
I could feel the cum drying on my sore arse. All I wanted to do was rub it, but now I had the dull, deep ache of the well-spanked lad, the harsh sting of the red arse, and the itch of the tender skin as the cum dried.
He came back, eventually, and, grasping my ear again, led me back downstairs and out of the house. He went to his car and bent me over the bonnet and gave me another twenty hand slaps to each cheek which had me gasping in the morning sun.
Youre a good lad – very hot, he whispered in my ear as he held me after spanking my sore arse for the last time, I wanna see you again. Call me.
With that, he got in his car and drove off. I had to walk, naked and red, back to my own car. Sitting on the scratchy seat was agony and there was far more traffic around as I drove naked back home. I made a dash for it when I got to my house (luckily the space opposite was still there) and managed to do it without meeting anyone.
The first thing I did when I got in was look at my arse. It was sore, I knew that, and I would feel it for a few days, but I hadnt reckoned on the colour. Beet red and well-covered. Every millimetre, from the small of my back to the crease where the leg and arse join, was red.
Of course I called him again!
There is more to this story, which I will post soon. Hope you enjoyed it. It is, sadly, a work of fiction. If you're interested in making some all of it reality - get in touch!