He heard people asking each other if they wanted to play, and
then saw them disappear into a bedroom. He heard the
distinctive sound of a spanking follow these disappearances. He
quietly asked the lady next to him, who he’d been chatting
casually with, if she wanted to play. He was pleased when she said
He was shocked when she turned to him as they walked to the
bedroom. “I don’t play very hard,” she said, “unless I’ve played a
lot. I play more for fun, and I use code words. You know, red
means stop and yellow means ease up.”
She said as she climbed on the bed and laid face down. “Is this
okay or do you want me over your knees?”
He was fairly new to spanking, although for years he had
fantasized about being spanked. He was, at heart, a true bottom.
The same thing happened with all the women he wanted to play
with. They all seemed to assume he was a top. He
tried to play with them the way they wanted, but it was
uncomfortable for him and the women.
“He is soooooo hot,” one woman said to another. “Too bad
he’s no good at it.”
“Something is definitely wrong,” she agreed. “No one could
look that good, be a spanko, and be so uncomfortable with the
whole thing. He asked me to play and then when we got to the
bed, he seemed reluctant.”
“Yeah,” a third woman chipped in, “it’s not like we dragged
him kicking and screaming into the bedroom.”
He left the party fairly early, and very disappointed.
Shortly after the party there was a party report on the groups
list, describing the fun and games. It was followed by another
“I’m fairly new to the scene and I have
some questions. How do I
ask someone to play? If I’m a bottom, I mean.
I went to a party a
few weeks ago, and when I asked women to play with
draped themselves over my lap, without finding out
if I wanted to
spank them or have them spank me. What did I do wrong?”
A couple of weeks ago my ass, Sheila thought, this is from that
new guy last Friday. No wonder he was such a bad spanker.
She posted a reply:
“I’m sorry you had a bad time at your
first party. You make a
good point, we should not assume whether you are
a bottom or a top.
You are an adult though, and you should be able to
tell the person
you want to play with what you want. Maybe it’s
hard to say you
want a spanking, it can be hard for me as a woman,
so maybe it’s
even harder for a man.
If you are the person I think you are, then I met
you at the party.
I’m a switch so I would have been more than
glad to top you. I
would have loved to see you drop your pants and to
have your bottom
at my mercy. I would have spanked you like the bad
boy you are. I
would have turned that bottom a bright, hot red.
I would have…
well, you get the picture. Next time, I will. I promise.
regret that promise when I get my hands on you.
You might want to consider learning to switch. Not
if the idea
repulses you of course, since we believe in consensual
play, but just in
the spirit of expanding your horizons. If you tell
your partner that
you’re a bottom who wants to learn to top,
they will be patient and
help you learn. It’s all about giving pleasure.
I only say this because
I started off as a pure bottom about 5 years ago
and now there are
many men out there who would be surprised to learn
that, and there
are more than a few who might wish I had never learned
Sheila’s reply struck a note with him. It was not the only reply
by far, but it made him take notice. He got many replies; some
not so nice, and some very hot. He was sympathized with, teased
and insulted. Some were sent off list, but most were posted to the
group list. The gist of it was:
“If you want to be spanked, for goodness sakes,
let us know! We
aren’t mind readers.”
One woman simply said:
“Speak up next time, I don’t work for
Psychic Friends. You’re
gonna get it now, Bud!’
He wasn’t sure if he was eager or afraid to go to the next party.
He even thought about topping, or giving pleasure, as Sheila put
it. How hard could it be to learn? He thought, the hand goes up
and down, over and over.
He arrived at the next party just as things were warming up.
Well, just as a few bottoms were being warmed up. He was
surprised to learn that many of the group members didn’t mind if
he watched as they played. Why hadn’t he noticed that the first
time? He realized that at the first party he was more concerned
with making a good impression than learning how to truly fit in.
That was his first mistake.
The group knew, of course, that he was the one who had
posted on list about being a bottom. They weren’t stupid people.
No one said anything to him about it though; they just accepted
him as one of them. He watched two women top a man, taking
turns spanking him, and using various toys: straps, paddles, a
cane and even some feathers!
They chatted gaily with the man and with each other,
thoroughly enjoying themselves. It was a strange but very real
sense of teamwork and camaraderie between the two women.
They were having a great time!
The man seemed to be able to take an enormous amount of
spanking. His bottom was scarlet and splotchy but he was
relaxed, goading them on to even greater severity.
“Have you started yet?” he asked the women. It got a big
response; a torrent of very hard blows rained down on his bare
Sean asked and learned that he had been slowly warmed up. He
also learned that the man had been into the scene for years and
both women knew him well and had played with him often.
“You hit like girls,” he said to the women.
Again his smart mouth got him a real response. His butt was
As the two women finished with him, he introduced Sean to
the women. One was a tall, regal beauty named Suzanne, and
the other woman, a short perky brunette was Sheila. She was
about thirty, plump and curvy, but not fat. She had laughing
“Pleased to meet you Sean,” Sheila said, “especially since I owe
you one truly memorable spanking. It happens now.”
“What?” Sean was surprised.
“Drop your jeans and get face down on that bed, and I do
The change from laughing imp to severe dom was so
swift it shocked Sean, but her tone allowed no leeway, no room
for trying to squirm out of the promised spanking. In truth, Sean
wanted no way out. He was ready!
He reached for the zipper of his jeans. Feeling suddenly
awkward, he lowered the pants down around his ankles and laid
himself across the bed. Sheila began spanking him, not very hard,
but with quick slaps covering the whole area of his bottom. She
was talking to him the whole time, telling him to speak out if
things got too hard or if he wanted to stop.
She picked up the strength and speed of the spanks, slowly but
surely. She stopped and picked up a small wooden paddle. She
paddled him sharply for several minutes. His bottom tingled, but
so far there had been no real pain. It hardly felt like a spanking at
all. He struggled to hide his disappointment.
“Okay, that’s enough pampering.” She reached for the
waistband of his jockey shorts. “Let’s get down to business.
At his quick nod, she pulled his shorts down and suddenly he
knew that as far as she was concerned, warm up was over.
Completely. Whap! The paddles cracked down on his naked ass.
And emphatically! Whap! Over! Oh my God, she had a strong
swing. Whap! She was vicious with the paddle. Whap! It went on
and on. Whap!
Suddenly she put down the paddle. In spite of the fact that this
was exactly the spanking he had dreamed of, he tensed, waiting to
see what she did next. She paused, lightly stroking his buttocks
using her acrylic nails to gently rake his enflamed skin. The
sensations were incredible. She teased him gently for short time
while deciding what toy to use next on his naughty bottom. She
decided on a heavy leather strap.
Crack! He almost shot off the bed, surprised at how the strap
felt. From the first, each blow was harsh and heavy, coming
quickly. There was no let up for a long time. He endured this in
silence; right, for about ten seconds he did, then he started to
gasp, squirm, and yell.
“Owwww! Ouch dammit!” he shouted.
“Ouch is not a code word,” she replied, without letting up in
“Son of a bitch!” he yelled with emotion.
“I’m nobody’s son, fella,” she said grimly, “and that’s not the
“I guess that he’s not going to complain about being a top
again,” one woman said.
“Being a top sounds pretty good right about now,” he laughed,
“Yeah, and remember Suzanne still has a score to settle with
him,” someone said, laughing. “He’s in trouble now.”
“Suzanne?” He was shocked.
“Does the phrase, ‘You’re gonna get it now, bud,’ ring any
bells?” Suzanne said sweetly.
“No. Gee, I’m sorry I can’t place that phrase,” he said,
obviously lying. “I must have forgotten it.”
“When Sheila’s done, I’m sure I can refresh your memory,”
“Why wait?” Sheila laughed. “Grab a pair of wooden spoons
and we can have some fun playing percussion.”
It was his last warning. Soon both women were each using two
wooden spoons like drumsticks. Suzanne on his right cheek and
Sheila on his left. Those women had a real sense of rhythm, but
their competition got in the way. The drummers got faster and
faster, building to a frenzied crescendo. He let them know how
much he appreciated their effort with his yelling and gasps. He
even had a hard time staying in place. The one thing he did not
do was ask them to stop, or use the code words.