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A Little Bit

By: GeminiGirl95501



I didn't question Him often but when I did the answer was always the same, 'I do it because it pleases me'. Well it was His right I suppose and to be honest it actually turned me on a lot! The feel of His hand first caressing my bare buttocks, the way He rubbed my soft flesh with His strong palms, it really made me writhe and moan uncontrollably. Then the tension as I awaited the slap of His hand or the tail of the whip or sometimes the broad head of the paddle which He preferred. The pain of the first one was intense making me gasp and clench my buttocks. His stern voice would then tell me to relax and open myself to the punishments He so lovingly administered. The next would make me gasp too but this time the pleasure began to override the pain. The feeling deep within my womb was overwhelming. The wetness often seeped out and down my inner thighs such was my reaction to His spankings. Secretly I think He also took great pleasure in the fact that I became wet through His torture of my body, if it could in fact be called such. 

On one occasion I had done some petty thing wrong, maybe spoken out of turn as I often did being of strong character. I was summoned to His room. He was sat in His chair, with His back to me at first. His voice strong and endearing ordered me to get undressed. This I did without question. Then the order for me to mount the high backed leather chair came shortly afterwards. This was uncomfortable to say the least but as His submissive it was my duty to obey. Slowly I faced the leather back raising my one knee onto the arm. Carefully I positioned my other knee onto the other arm of the chair thus leaving myself completely wide and exposed to His eyes and whatever else He wished to subject me to. Then the difficult bit, I had to lower myself slowly so as to push my bottom up and out towards Him, my head against the leather back and my arms caressing its sides so as to balance myself. Once in this position I dared not move much for fear of slipping. 

Through the gap in my thighs I could see Him moving behind me. I smiled wickedly as I caught His eye, to tease Him more than anything. Smiling back He showed me the thin riding crop He had chosen for today. He hadn't used a crop before it was something new and something unknown. Still it was not my obligation to object but merely my honour to accept this wholeheartedly for my Master. I wanted Him to be proud of me. I wanted Him to test me, to test my strength and character sometimes beyond what I considered were my limits. This He did but in such a way I was almost oblivious to the fact.

So here I was laying exposed and open in this chair waiting for the caress of the crop, the touch of His hands. I felt the heat of His body close by, felt His breath on my naked back. He planted a kiss on my shoulders, His tongue caressed my spine so deliciously I felt that I would melt at any moment and crumble into a heap on the chair. Then His hands ran across my buttocks, His fingers kneaded the soft flesh quite hard but not enough to hurt. Then the cold of the crop teased the crease of my bare backside, running down to my exposed nether lips. I gasped at the intense feeling this gave me and knew immediately that He had succeeded in getting my womanly juices flowing once again. 

The crop fell onto my cheek, left or right I couldn't tell, all I knew was that the pain was excruciating as it always was the first time. The crop being thin was also demanding and hard to bear. It fell onto my flesh again and again. My gasping was lessening but even so the stinging in my bottom was sensational. I longed for my knees to buckle under my body to have some release from the cruel crop, but I knew that this would be unforgivable. I battled with my feelings, I thought only of pleasing Him. I can't even remember how many times the crop hit my soft flesh, how many times it caught the tops of my thighs. The thing I remember was Him lifting me up into His strong arms and carrying me into bed. I remember Him placing me onto my belly, His hands covered in cool ointment stroking my deeply lined flesh. He soothed my stripes, caressed the skin He had marked with such a passion that the punishment no sooner given was almost forgotten. When at last my skin was cool, He turned me over to face Him. Smiling He took off His clothes. His passion was clearly obvious, the stirring in His loins could not be hidden. I smiled back and opened my legs to receive Him. He knelt between my thighs, His hands taking to my breasts and squeezing. He pinched my hard nipples taking them between a finger and thumb of each hand. I squealed in delight. His hard cock just waited at the entrance of my vagina, poised as if awaiting permission to 'come in'. He needed no permission, this body was His, this pussy was His, my whole self belonged to Him and the feeling it gave was truly amazing. 

Sitting very close to me, His cock penetrated my wetness, sliding deep inside. I gasped and pushed myself forward to take Him further into my womb. My hands grasped His buttocks, squeezing His body tightly to mine in an attempt to hold Him to me forever. My fingers dug into His flesh, pulling Him as I moaned and writhed in utter pleasure. His face a picture as He took me so passionately. We were at one, together as if no one else mattered and indeed at that moment nothing did matter except us. We climaxed wildly, both crying each others names, both saying quietly how much we loved each other. It was a tender moment even though my backside was stinging with each thrust of His body against mine. 

Having Him fill me with His seed was the greatest honour of all. The pure joy at feeling Him explode deep within my womb was heaven to me. As He withdrew from me and lay beside me I held Him in my arms. If ever He doubted my compliance He needed to only look at my marked body and my full womb to see that I took whatever He gave me with grace and dignity and most of all with much love.

A Little Bit Crazy



My name is Michael. I have been a Spanko for as long as I can remember. I crave everything about it, the stinging, the humiliation, the lack of control, and even the sound of it. It took me a long time before I could ever ask for one. I just settled for playing out my own fantasies by myself and self-spanking. This story is about the first time I ever received one from someone else.

When I was eighteen I moved away from home to attend college in a city two hours away. I found a little place near campus with a couple of roommates that was good enough to lay my head and have a meal or two. I settled in and got comfortable. Now, I am a bit of an exhibitionist, so after I was there for a month I kept thinking of ways to punish myself where there might be the possibility that I could get caught. I would wait until everyone would go out and then I would pull a chair out into the middle of the room. I pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles and bent over for a solid ten minutes of my wooden hairbrush applied to my naked backside. I even did it a couple of times in the middle of the day with the windows open.

Now, I began to run out of ideas but soon found a great little spot right down the street from my house. There was an old piece of property that at one time had a house on it, but it had long since burned. This property was overgrown and about the size of two acres. I walked around the whole place and found an old shed that had fallen in. Lying around the shed were three barrels, a couple of sawhorses, and a bunch of old milk crates. This stuff had laid there for years. The sawhorses looked interesting. My member stood at attention as soon as I saw them and thought about being over one for a sound spanking. I decided that the risk would be worth the reward and planned on doing it during lunch the next day.

The next day I raced home after class and tried to walk inconspicuously down the street to the property and my fate. My hard-on was growing. The bad thing about this spot is that I had to walk past ten houses to get to it. I could see nobody watching me, but I had butterflies in my stomach for sure. There were a few cars parked on the street, but for the most part, nobody was home. I finally made it to the property and walked around to make sure there was not any one lurking. The highway on the backside of it would drown any of the spanks out, or at least a good majority of them. I was nervous. I guess this lot was vacant because of the HWY, but I liked it. 

The spot that I had positioned the saw horse was towards the back of the property in a little clearing that was surrounded by brush. It was good to not be seen, but it also did not allow me to see anyone coming. I looked around the brush one more time and decided that it was now or never. I pulled the flat backed wooden hairbrush from under my shirt and stepped up to the sawhorse. I set the brush on the sawhorse and undid my belt and then pushed my jeans down to my ankles. I leaned over and grabbed the brush. The first spank sounded like a gunshot out there in the open and it scared me. I just knew someone was going to hear me. I did not care. I laid it on my ass for a good five minutes. I then set the brush down and stood up. I looked around and then slid my underwear down to meet my jeans and bent back over. My hard-on was staring at me. I grabbed the brush and continued for the last five minutes. My ass was on fire. I almost cried. I quickly dressed and walked home.

I did not go back for a week, because I was sure someone had seen me. I did it the same way three more times over the next three weeks, but I finally got the courage up and wanted to try something a little more daring. Like I said before, I am a bit of an exhibitionist, but I also like bondage. It goes with my play. I bought six 4" eyebolts, three feet of medium gauge chain and some rope. I put my drill, drill bits, and all of my stuff, including my digital camera, into my small back pack and headed to my spot. There were a few more cars home today, so it made me really nervous. There were a couple of people outside too, but nobody that really worried me. There were two women in their gardens and then a man across the street working on his car. I kept going without looking back. Once in my jungle I felt more at ease, at least enough to get to work.

I laid my tools down and got to work. I drilled two 3/8" holes for the eyebolts on the inside of both near side legs about six inches from the ground. I drilled holes in the center beam about 16" apart and put two eyebolts in there. Finally, I secured two eyebolts on the offside center leg brace about 36" apart from one another. Now I could pretend that I was really tied and prepared for a real punishment. To add to the excitement of being caught I decided to take my pants completely off and tie my ankles so my legs would be spread and then use the chain and two D clips to hold down my waist on the cross beam. This was risky, because I would not be able to get untied and dressed fast enough if someone were to come looking. There goes my hard-on again.

It was about 1:30, so I still had time before most folks started to come home. I usually played about 12:30 to 2:30, so there was plenty of time left. I wanted this one to be the best yet, so instead of my brush I brought a 9" round paddle that was ½" thick. It should do the job, but it may be louder. Oh well, I decided to get started anyway. I rolled one of the barrels up behind the sawhorse and stood it up. I placed my digital camera on it and positioned it on the sawhorse and hit record. I just put a new 4gig card in it, so I had plenty of time. I then took my jeans and underwear off and tied my ankles to the legs and bent over. The chain went across my midsection and I was able to clip it quite tight. There I was, naked and bound for a beating with my balls, dick, and asshole on display. I wrapped the slip knot of the rope on the font leg brace around my left wrist and tightened it. I only had use of my right hand now. I heard cars coming by and cracked the paddle. It stung like mad. I paddled harder and faster while alternating cheeks and catching my upper thighs. I kept time by my watch and could take no more at 8 minutes. My ass was on fire and I was shaking a little. I laid there for a minute and then thought I heard something, so I quickly got released and dressed.

I was able to get my stuff back in the bag and my clothes on in about three minutes. I stepped out of the safety of the bushes and did not see anyone, so I shrugged it off and went home. My ass was burning. When I got home I looked in the mirror and boy, my butt was bruised. I laid down on my bed thinking about it and feverishly masturbated. I decided to do it again the same time next week. This time I would take the paddle and use a fresh cut switch. It was going to be fun.

Well, the next week came and my bottom was healed, so it was off to the woods again. I walked down the street like I had before and there was nobody around. I had it made in the shade. I walked to the back where my set-up was and began to make ready when I noticed something. Attached to the sawhorse was a Ziploc bag with a piece of paper in it. I looked around and saw no one and picked it up. It was a note. 

So, you like to be spanked. Well, I have watched you on two separate occasions now and have seen you give it to yourself pretty good, but it is not the real thing. I live on your street and I followed you after I saw you come down here four times. I already know that you are daring, so I will propose this. I want you to strip from the waist down and secure yourself completely over the sawhorse. I want your hands bound and your camera running exactly at 1:30, which is the time you were here last week. Are you daring enough to take a real spanking? If you are, then you will be in position when I get here. Place the paddle on the barrel and wait.

My stomach was in knots. Who was this person? I knew that I heard something last week. Is it a man or a woman? My mind was going crazy. I thought about just leaving and started to, but my daring side got a hold of me. Well, they did ask if I wanted a real spanking and in fact I did. They have already seen me spank myself. Screw it, I will do it. I made up my mind. It was 1:15, so I got the camera set and then the paddle laid out. Next, I had to prepare myself. Could I go through with it? I shrugged and pulled my shoes off and then my pants. I still had my underwear on, but I quickly took them off too. I stepped up to the sawhorse and secured my ankles. I then bent over and secured my waist. I secured my left wrist first. It was down to my right wrist. Once it was cinched, I could not get it back open very easily, if at all, because they were tight to the sawhorse and left little room to move. I cinched it down. Immediately I began to regret what I had done. I waited.

I looked at my watch and it was 1:27. I had been tied up for a couple of minutes when I heard the distinct sound of someone walking. I was scared. More scared than I have ever been. It was hard for me to look up in the direction that they were coming from, so I just kept my head down. I heard them walk up behind me and just stand there without saying a word. I had no idea what to do. Then I heard them pick up the paddle and pace back in forth behind me while slapping it on their palm. I still did not want to look. I was mortified that I was about to be punished by a stranger and it was from my own doing. 

I waited impatiently as they stepped up behind me on my left side. I saw jeans briefly, but I did not want to look. Still, they said nothing. I felt the cool paddle touch my ass for a brief second, lift away, and then create fire in my left cheek. I jerked and yelped a little. The paddle landed again on my right cheek with the same force. Again and again the paddle crashed down on my naked bottom. I could not get away. They were hard and fast. I was whimpering and my eyes began to water. I glanced at my watch. Eleven minutes went by before the paddle stopped. Tears ran slowly down my cheek. Then I felt a hand on my hot ass. It was a woman's hand. She caressed my ass and took a tiny bit of the sting out of it.

"Well young man, is that better than spanking your self", she asked. I replied that it was through my tears. "Well, I am not quite done." I heard her slip the leather belt from my pants. "Well, a spanking just doesn't stop because you want it to. You have to be punished." She stepped back up and brought the belt down hard on my sit spots. I yelped so loud that I thought someone would hear me. She striped my ass over and over until I collapsed in tears on the sawhorse. I heard her drop the belt on my pants and then she walked around to the front of me. "All done my boy, I hope you enjoyed it." She knelt down and looked me in the face and saw my tears. It was one of the ladies that was working in her yard the week before. Thank you I said and she said anytime, but most definitely next week. With that she loosened my hands and I was able to take the waist belt off and stand up. I forgot about being naked and my hard-on bounced off the top of the sawhorse. She saw it waving and smiled. "Next week", she said and turned to walk away. I asked what her name was and she said Mrs. Malone. I could not wait until the next week. When she got out of sight I masturbated like a mad man.