Hi guys,
This is about another of my favorite spankings. It was one of the few times I've been spanked in public.
I attend this leathermens' charity thing every November. There's always a "Santa Bear" in one area, and for five bucks you can have your photo taken sitting on his lap. Or, as I always do, and some other guys do, stretched over* Santa's lap! (grin)
The Santa Bear for several years was a really sweet (and _s_e_x_y!) bear who'd give me a few little "pats" on the bottom, not a spanking in any sense of the word. It was strictly play, for the photo. Then (somewhat to my initial disappointment) the next year I attended, there was a new, different Santa. He was rather more stern than the previous Santa. "Naughty boys" who grinningly said Santa should spank them, were told that Santa didn't kid around. If they got spanked, they'd be getting a REAL spanking. No one had so far taken him up on it -- his manner was a little scary, especially for a Santa!
Well, I'd had a few drinks, and I was with a friend who knows I'm into spanking. And he kept daring me to take Santa up on his "real spanking" warnings. So I finally sucked down the rest of my drink, and (although I was shaking a little, not spanking-anticipation but because it was in public) presented myself at Santa's throne. I was asked if I was a good boy or a naughty boy, and I replied "naughty." Only I didn't laugh and walk away when Santa told me what he does to naughty boys, as the other guys had. I just said "I understand, Santa," and stood there.
The guy sort of looked at me like he was figuring out if I was really up for it, or whether I'd freak and make a scene instead. There was also a small crowd gathering, as it was apparent something unusual was going on. Santa motioned for me to bend down so he could whisper, and the guy said "You sure about this?" and I whispered back that I was into it but I might yell anyhow, just don't break the skin. He grinned for a second and then put his stern-Santa expression back on. Obviously a fellow spankophile!
Santa ordered
me to put my hands on top of my head. When I did, he started to unfasten
my jeans. I wasn't losing my nerve, exactly, but when he began opening
my jeans I could feel that I was getting a little red in the face,
and I was acutely aware that men were going to the doors and motioning
others to come see some guy get a spanking from Santa! He opened my
jeans all the way, then pulled them carefully down to my ankles, leaving
my briefs up. It was rather obvious that I was aroused under my briefs.
Santa grasped me by the hips and turned me towards him, with my back
to the room, and started to pull my briefs down very slowly and teasingly.
That's when the catcalls started. Some of them were actually very
complimentary about my ass It
was while he slowly pulled my briefs down that I realized Santa liked
to perform for a crowd. I should have known, of course, after all
the guy was being Santa for a big event! I also realized I was a little
more uncomfortable than I'd expected to be. Getting a spanking in
someone's bedroom, or in my own house, was what I was used to. Now
I was having my butt bared in front of who-knows how many men, a completely
new experience for me. Thank god I had a couple of _c_o_c_k_tails
under my belt. Once my briefs were down, Santa moved me to one side,
and helped me bend over his lap, all the while carefully keeping me
angled so my front didn't show to the crowd. I distinctly remember
thinking "I must be out of my _f_u_c_k_ing mind" as I put my hands
down on the floor to the side of Santa's throne, laying over his lap
with my bare ass turned up for a spanking. He put his arm around my
waist, and WHAP! with his other hand across my bare butt. Well,
he wasn't kidding. It was a real spanking. Thank god, Santa gave me
a little bit of a "warm up" before he really got into it, so I was
able to handle it. Although I'm a yeller, I tried very hard in the
beginning not to make any noise, because I was embarrassed to do so
in front of all the men. At some point, Santa got me really good right
across the sit spots, and I let out a very loud "OW!" That was greeted
with cheers and applause for Santa -- he'd finally made me yelp! It
was very weird! At the cheer, I made the rather stupid mistake of
turning my head to look at the room. There were a LOT of men watching,
a lot more than I'd known. I wished instantly that I hadn't looked! The
spanking continued, not brutal but enough to make my butt really burn.
And I became aware of another problem. Santa's outfit was made of
red velvet. I had a stiff weenie which happened to be mashed firmly
against one of his red-velvet-covered thighs. See where this is going?
Santa
helped me to stand, again carefully keeping my front turned away from
the room, and now the catcalls were all about how red my ass was.
I tugged my briefs and jeans back up and got myself all straightened-out
again, and when I turned around to the room, Santa and I got a round
of applause. And the really weird thing, to me, was
standing at the bar with my ass burning under my jeans, and having
men come up and compliment me on my presumed "courage!" Like "I wouldn't
have the balls to do that" and that sort of thing. I couldn't admit
I'd done it on a dare. I went home after the event was over, and
jacked off recalling Santa's spanking. Three times.
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