Hi guys,
Just thought I'd post another reminiscence of a favorite spanking, this time one I got instead of gave.
I'd been corresponding with a guy from Chicago who I met on the internet, for over a year. One day he writes me that he's going to be in my area, and do I want a spanking? DUH! You betcha!
So he picks me up at my house, and
we go to his hotel. Nice-looking "Daddy" type guy, going rather bald
(which turns me on). We each knew, from a long correspondence, what
the other was looking for from spanking. I wanted my tail VERY thoroughly
tanned, and I wanted to cum during or after. Hey -- I have simple
tastes. He gets out the desk chair, sits down,
and over his lap I go. First a warm-up with his hand on the seat of
my jeans. I'm lying over his legs, thinking "Well THIS is boring as
hell." Next I'm told to stand up, put my hands on my head, and he
pulls my jeans down but leaves my briefs up, and over his lap I go
once more. More hand-spanking. A little more of a sting, and my butt
was getting a bit warm, but still -- it wasn't even close to what
I wanted or what we'd talked about for months. And I was thinking
that if he expected this sort of thing to make me cry, then he must
know a lot of guys with *extremely* low thresholds for pain. That
went on for quite a while, ten minutes or so I think. Finally I am
once again told to stand with my hands on my head, and he pulls down
my briefs. Naturally I had a woody, which he played with and handled
for a while along with rather impersonal commentary of the "What a
nice big dick the boy has on him" sort. Although it was a little weird,
he was really an expert dick-fondler and I got extremely aroused. Now
he produces, from his bag on the bed, a large wooden hairbrush, and
I am once more ordered over his lap. He very considerately reaches
underneath and fits my woody comfortably between his legs so I have
room to "stretch," so to speak. I am a yeller, as I've written to
the list before. And boy did I yell! He really gave it to me, alternating
cheeks. He never hit them both at once, it was right-cheek-left-cheek
repeated over and over and blazingly over. I don't know how long it
took, exactly, since my concept of time was a little messed up by
having a bonfire roaring on my butt, but I cried, all right. Like
a baby! And he got all the desperate teary pleas for mercy he could
possibly have wanted. I begged him, and God, and the entire universe
to PLEASE stop spanking me! God did it hurt! Finally he'd got as
much as he wanted, I guess, and the steel clamp of his arm around
my waist was removed. It was a much harder spanking than I'd been
prepared for. MUCH. Now, he knew from our long correspondence that
I have some very definite predilections toward the "Daddy boy" thing.
So he sits my sore ass down on his lap, and sort of cuddles me while
he takes a tissue and dries my tears. Then he held another for me
to blow my nose, just like you'd do for a kid! If it hadn't been such
a turn-on, and my ass hadn't been on fire, I would probably have laughed. After
that, he took ahold of my dick -- which had gone soft during the rather-vicious
hairbrush-spanking -- and starts fondling me again while I'm sitting
on his lap. And once I got hard again, which took very little time,
he started to jack me off in earnest -- meanwhile holding me cuddled
up close to him, and whispering stuff right into my ear like "Be a
good boy, Teddy, that's right, cum for Daddy, cum for your Daddy like
a big boy." Yes, I KNOW it's ridiculous, heheheheee! But I can't even
begin to explain how incredibly erotic and arousing it was at the
time, sitting on the guys lap with a blazing heinie while he cuddled
me, jacked me off, and whispered dirty baby-talk into my ear. I came
like a cannon! I was also black-and-blue for a week, literally.
Hairbrushes are not very forgiving to the skin. But absurd though
it was, it remains one of my favorite spankings ever. I'd never done
the Daddy boy thing before with anyone who roleplayed it so easily
and naturally, and was moreover really old enough to be my father.
And I was frankly rather embarrassed by how much it turned me on,
especially when I did start to blow my load and he goes "There we
go, that's a good boy, that's my big boy! Let it all out for Daddy,
that's right!" while I'm squirting cum all over his arm and my legs
and the bedspread. I guess you had to be there.
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