For anyone reading this I would be grateful for any feed back at the email address fr50boi@gmx.fr
Sir, This is the story of my first meeting with the Man I met on a spanking web site. He enjoys spanking and punishing men and is very experienced.
Us British do seem to have this attraction to Spanking for some reason, I find myself drawn to men that spank all the time.
The Spanker is a classical musician called Pascal, who is of course Dominate and in his late 60's and about 5'10" tall and carries a few extra pounds. He has long sort of unkempt Grey hair, always wears suit trousers and a shirt which is never all tucked into his trousers. He is nearly the image of the mad professor, yet is a very kind and caring man. He can be a bit like a butterfly, flitting from subject to subject as if his mind is a racing car skidding all over the place.
I found him on a French Male Spanking web site. He is sometimes referred to as "The Professor" "Daddy" or Master/Sir" I have always used the latter.
After negotiations with him online, I requested to be allowed to visit him and he gave me a day and time. It did of course lie to him, saying my experience of spanking was very limited. No point in me telling him I'm well up for it, as he could max out very quickly.
It took a bit of finding his house, as it's down a little side road not far from the center of a city. It's a cul-de-sac and so is a very quiet road, but he does have neighbors but not that close. The house is what they call a sous-sol house, which means the ground floor is the garage and utility rooms and first floor is the living area with maybe another floor above that.
He answered the front door and sent me up the stairs to the living room, here I was met by a man of about 30 called Rene who was wearing pajamas. Pascal followed me up and we introduced ourselves to each other, I was not expecting Rene to be there so was a bit disturbed. But Pascal put me at ease saying the Rene had been a late minute appointment. Both Pascal and Rene were wearing slippers and i ask if i should remove my shoes, but i was told it not necessary. I found out later that the slippers are just part of the spanking routine.
As I've said before the place needed decorating as I looked around as Pascal explained the house rules and asked me what I wanted. I opted to say "to experience being spanked as I've had limited experience" and when asked I agreed marks would not be a problem. Pascal told me that if I refused a spanking or any type of implement to be used more than three times I would have to leave.
All this time Rene was playing with his cock and watching me, each time he touched himself Pascal told him to stop sometimes slapping his hand away. I was then told to go back down the stairs and leave if I wanted to or strip naked and come back up for my punishment.
Of course I came back up naked, I'm like a moth to the candle in situations like this. Sometimes I've come away burnt but for the most I've enjoyed it.
I was feeling hot and I don't mean sexy, think my heart rate was up and I was nervous. When I got back upstairs Pascal was watching Rene take his PJ's off, he has a shaved body and was wearing tight Briefs that showed he packed a monster, they were also covered in prints of trains and animals, just like a child's and I got that danger feeling again.
Pascal turned his attention to me and started to insult me, for being old, fat, short and a pathetic pansy that need discipline. Rene headed off and I was told to follow, it was then i started to notice the picture on the walls. All old photos as if they were holiday pictures, family scenes and mostly of the father/son type.
In the bedroom was a large double bed and on each wall were various implements for spanking and punishing. There was also a wardrobe with one door open and I could see various BDSM equipment. I know I was meant to see that -- to frighten and excite me.
Pascal sat on the bed and patted for me to lay down, there was a worn patch of carpet on the floor next to where he was sitting. As I lay face down next to him, with my feet on the floor, I understood why the carpet was worn, many a man had laid there to be spanked before me. He spent ages stroking my bottom cheeks with one hand while Rene watched, again touching and stroking his bulge. Asking if I was ready Pascal told me to look at him, I said yes sir and he started to hand spank me. I have to admit the first few slaps surprised me but soon I found my bottom sending message of enjoyment to my cock.
Rene was now sitting on a chair opposite me & he was smiling and enjoying the show, every time i lifted my head up as I got another slap or stoke he was looking at me so I would bury my face back down into the bed. Then Pascal took one of his slippers off and started to use that on my red bottom, i could feel it blushing. All the time Pascal would ask are you ok and i would nod and say yes sir.
Then he stopped and made me swap places with Rene and now I was standing watching Rene get spanked. But he was taking a lot more and harder than i had taken and the bitch was enjoying it, my cock started to react to watching him get spanked and his was staring at me.
Then it was my turn again and Pascal cupped my balls and stroked my cock, then i was face back down on the bed again. Pascal used a paddle on me, he gave me 20 slaps while Rene counted. I was finding it a bit much and kept my face buried deep in the bed.
Then it was Rene turn again and to my horror my cock was rock hard as i stood up and had leaked on the bed, as we swapped place Pascal removed Rene's briefs and i had been correct that he was hiding a monster. It sort of sprang out like a jack in a box, rock hard and shaved. He was cut and it was perhaps 8" and thick.
While i counted as Rene got paddled, I had to stand as my bum was on fire and i had tear drops in my eyes. But I was so up for more or at least i thought i was, when Rene's paddling had finished Pascal said now we take a break and off we went back into the living room.
Its a large open plan room with a grand Piano on one side at the other end were large sliding glass doors that lead out onto a small balcony. Pascal walked out on to the balcony while Rene got us some drinks, i stayed in the middle of the room. Pascal came back in and closed the sliding doors, simply saying we don't want any sounds traveling do we.
Now the conversation was in French so i was only able to join in from time to time, but it was never about spanking or what just had happened. The weather, our journeys on the day was there any special times either of us had to leave. i remember saying I would prefer to leave before the evening rush hour, i mean how stupid is that. Me and Rene are both naked and have hardon's, ok Rene's is the most impressive and mind is starting to subside. All the time Pascal is touching Rene, stroking his face cheek or ruffling his hair i can tell they have played before.
I keep taking a sneaky look at Pascals Trousers and not sign he has got any cock erection and im starting to take in my surroundings. The only clean thing is the Piano and there are more pictures of the father and son type, then Pascal is stroking my bottom feeling the heat it is generating and we set off back to the bedroom. This time Rene goes first and Pascal uses a strap on him, he does not hold back and Rene is crying and begging his "Daddy" to stop.
But when he is allowed up his cock is still rock hard and so is mine as i lay back down, but i cant take as much as Rene and soon I'm crying and Pascal stops as he can sense I'm on the edge. He lets me rest then sends me to do some corner time, as Rene lays back down again. I hear the swish and Rene scream, then again and again and i am starting to cry as i know its my turn next. For some reason I'm sobbing and my shoulders will not stop going up and down.
Then Pascal stops and i can hear Rene sobbing and saying sorry and he will be a good boy. I'm called and i turn around, Rene's arse is covered in red strips his face blushed and tears falling down. I help Rene up and feel his cock brush my leg, so i slip my hand to hold it and Pascal shouts at me to stop.
I'm now standing in front of Pascal and I'm looking at the Riding Crop he has just used on Rene, he asks me am i ready and I nod, then i think to myself no I'm not but i lay down on the bed. And so Pascal starts to use the crop on me and i keep moving around and he stops. Pulling my head up he tells me that counts as a refusal and he will throw me out or restrain me if i continue.
I apologize and he starts again, after some more strokes he stops as I'm crying again and he is leaning over me and stroking my burning arse. Rene throws something on the bed and iIlook up, its a humbler and a table tennis bat your choice says Pascal the crop or the humbler. I am shocked and wondering if i should just stand up and walk out, but Pascal is leaning over me and holding me down. So I opt for the crop again and Rene looks disappointed but leans forward and grabs hold of my wrists.
The Pascal starts again with the crop, across my buttocks and top of my legs. he continues the onslaught ignoring my pleas for him to stop. Rene is holding tight to my wrists and I am begging for mercy, then Pascal stops and throws the crop on the bed. Rene looks disappointed again but also a bit happy. As i stood up i was blubbering a bit, not really able to say what i wanted to say, but Pascal puts his arm around me and walks me to the corner of the room. I turn to face the wall but he says no you watch.
He selects a cane and signals to Rene to lay on the bed, the first stroke makes Rene squirm and cry out, i sort of jumped and gasped. Pascal tells me to count out aloud and that is very hard for me as I am sobbing, i did think to miss count so Rene got more as revenge for holding me down. But by now I am feeling sorry for him and I watch fascinated and yet very scared as its my turn next. After 12 strokes Rene is a mess and begging and Pascal stops, he is sweating and his shirt is undone and shows a hairy Grey chest with hard nipples.
Pascal lets Rene stay laying down as he recovers and then asks me am i ready, I blurt out that I don't think i can take it any more. He puts his arm around me and says, its your choice you can go home now and never come back or if you take 3 strokes with the cane you can come back again or i put you in the humbler and you take three on your balls.
The thought if having my balls beaten scares me to much so i ask for three with the cane and i lay down next to a sobbing Rene. Who puts an arm across my back at first i think to reassure me but then realize he is holding me down again. Pascal starts slow one stroke at a time and after three he stops and then says, this is for wasting my time and give me three more quickly one after the other. Im just collapsed on the bed sobbing and begging and the Rene gets up and Pascal lays beside me.
He comforts me like I am a child holding and hugging me, telling me i had done well and then i feel my legs being spread and Rene is up behind me. Pascal is holding my head and looking at me, stroking my cheek as he kisses me while Rene is pushing his big cock into my boy hole.
Pascal tells me to relax else he will secure me and after some pushing the head of Rene's cock get in, he takes a few moments and then pushes in deeper.
Rene is not a love maker, he fucks hard and deep my butt is screaming out with pain and glowing red hot. But now all i can feel is Rene deep in me and Pascal forcing his tongue in my mouth, I guess i just broke down and stopped resisting. Pascal is saying something to me in French but I don't understand but do when Rene cums, he is one of those multiply orgasm men that have a big load. Once done Rene collapses on top of me and Pascal is now kissing him and I am underneath them both.
They use me like a mattress, Rene is now spread wide as he lays on top of me and Pascal is fucking him, I can feel Rene dribbling on the back of my head as Pascal fucks his little boy. But I am being crushed and just want it over now, Pascals orgasm is short and thankfully he rolls off Rene and lays beside me. I sort of wiggle out from under Rene who goes into the arms of Pascal.
I can feel Rene's juice leaking from me and i go and clean up, when i return they are now both in the living room naked and having a drink. Its the first time i see Pascal naked, his cock and balls sagging down. We have an expression in the UK saying " it looks like the last chicken in the shop", but i can see the attraction and am immediately wanting him to fuck me one day.
I now find myself thanking them both for my visit and saying things like i enjoyed it, but i did not and now want to leave.
Pascal has me kneel on the floor in front of him and thank him and Rene, as i look over to Rene I can see his monster is starting to get hard again. Rene gives Pascal a Pen and he writes "salope" across my forehead and again on my chest, its French for "Slut or Pig". He tells me to call him online when i get home and not to remove it until then.
Which I do as I am able to hide the forehead under a cap i have in my car, despite my injuries from the spanking I am hard again when i get home and gagging for another visit and he does invite me again. But there are more people there this time and he does not spend a lot of time with me. I end up downstairs in the utility room with this man that has me restrained and does not take no for an answer. Once I am released i go back upstairs but its turned into a mixed party now and Pascal is with some young lad. Rene is upset and i can see he thinks Pascal is his daddy figure, so I make my farewells and go home.
I am unsure if i will go again, I know it turns Pascal on to spank men but he has other criteria regarding sex. Also he does not allow pictures and i just love having my picture taken when being used. He is also a semi high profile person it turns out and that can be a problem sometimes. While i don't mind groups and group usage but I do prefer one to one.
Respectfully, Fr50boi@gmx.fr