Spanked by a random stranger

I am wondering if anyone here has been spanked by a random stranger.

I was out walking in the countryside recently and the day was warm and I felt really hot so I was shirtless as I walked along the footpath and my shorts were riding low as I walked and this mature woman was walking towards me on the footpath and stopped to exchange pleasantries as one does. During the conversation she told me that it was inappropriate to show off ones underwear and since I was wearing white y-fronts riding high above the waistband of my shorts, I had mildly offended her sensibilities to which I responded that I sometimes take a break during my walks and roll a cigarette and lie in the grass in just my underwear and there's nothing wrong in doing so.

Needless to say she became more offended by my confession and laughing at her in a nice way I suggested she could punish me as a laugh, if thats how she felt. Fair enough she said and without a warning, she twisted me around and bend me over by the head being pushed down and being more shocked that anything, I didn't resist and in short time, my shorts were around my ankles and she spanked my backside over my y-fronts.

12 strokes of her hand later, she stopped and then just walked off harrumphing as she went. I stood there, bemused, puzzled and excited, pulled up my shorts to cover my y-fronts and shaking my head in disbelief I resumed my walk. I did ponder relieving my excitement but I resisted the urge.

Weird I tell you. Random weirdness from a mature women I suspected as being in her 60's.

What's even more weird is I got back to my car and found a note on the windscreen saying, "if you are the man I had a nice chat with during my walk, here is my mobile" I haven't phoned her yet but maybe I should.

You will be receiving a bill in the mail for her services !

Not sure it is classed as a random stranger but when I was 11, the summer before starting Secondary School me and two mates got caught by our local policeman Mr Collier lining up stones along a stretch of the rail track not far from home. He shouted at us to stop and my two erstwhile colleagues scarpered pretty quick (they got caught later!) but me being a bit tubbier than the others and slower to make my escape got collared. Mr Collier, a big strong and to me very scary man, had me grabbed by my shoulder as he kicked the stones we'd spent ages lining up off the tracks and then proceeded to lecture me about the danger I could have caused the train and it's passengers. While giving his stern lecturing he gave me a fairly good hiding on my bottom and backs of legs and took me home crying. My first and thankfully only ride in a police vehicle - no lights flashing! Needless to say I got a massive bollocking from my mum and another hard smack and then a more prolonged trip over dads lap when he got home. I have since learned that it is highly unlikely that what we were doing could have caused a derailment. Whether that was out aim I don't really know but it seemed like a great way to spend a boring August afternoon. Not done it since!

I definitely think you should phone her @Borehamwoodman . I would be interested to know what she had to say for herself. Perhaps she wanted to give you another spanking.

Not sure it is classed as a random stranger but when I was 11, the summer before starting Secondary School me and two mates got caught by our local policeman Mr Collier lining up stones along a stretch of the rail track not far from home.

@Lukkas That brought back memories of my sisters and I doing the same - lining rocks up on the train tracks and watching and listening as they were run over. Sounded like machines guns going off. We also walked on the rails, jumping from one rail to the other, seeing who could go the furthest within falling off! Luckily, we never got caught - or hit by a train!

I would LOVE to be spanked by a random stranger! I don’t know how to find one, but would be so excited to have a random guy tell me to drop my pants, then have him start paddling my buns.

@LordJim2 I decided to send a text to the mobile number left on my car 2 days ago and guess what, I have woken up this morning to a response. "Thanks for your message and sorry for not responding before but I have been in Spain having a holiday and only got back yesterday. It would be nice to meet up for a chat. I shall be at the Black Horse at lunchtime today if you fancy meeting up".

I think I shall have a lunchtime drink today and see what happens.

@Borehamwoodman I hope it is the start of a beautiful friendship!!!

And you never know, she might even be a Zity member 😉

@Secret_sub I shall keep you informed of what happens. As you suggest she might be a Zity member but perhaps not. Who knows at the moment. I will though wear a provocative outfit.....tshirt and my lose fitting shorts that will guarantee her a sneaky view of my white y-fronts that caused such attention the last time.

Looking forward to hearing about your next meeting with the "phantom spanker" @Borehamwoodman .

@Lukkas and @Rigel

I too had railroad tracks in back of the street my house was on. They seemed to have a lure for the boys in the neighborhood and were strictly off-limits for almost all of us. My dad had had a friend when he was young who lost a leg to a train because he was playing on the track. So going anywhere near the railroad tracks was strictly forbidden and failing to abide by this rule was an absolute spankable offense. I generally obeyed but one of the few times I went with chums to the track, we were discovered by the mother of one of the boys who promptly informed all our parents. Dad was irate but as was usual told me I would be spanked at bedtime...in fact I would be spanked at bedtime that night and the next night. He was not happy. When it came time for my first spanking, Dad had calmed but he was still most unhappy with my misbehavior. As usual, the spanking was over his lap and bare bottom but this transgression required the use of the wood brush from start to finish and believe me he applied it vigorously from the first smack to the last. I howled and wiggled and ended up a snot-faced, tear soaked sobbing mess with a bare bottom that felt like it was truly on fire. By the time it was time for my next spanking at bedtime the following night, my butt was still hurting. Dad was merciful, perhaps understanding what my bottom may be feeling like so he used his hand to begin and only finished off the spanking with a quick barrage of brush smacks. Again, I was howling by its finish and very sorry boy. I resisted invitations to go to the tracks in the future. Looking back at that most memorable event, I do think Dad was totally right to whallop me good. I did deserve those spankings.

Borehamwoodman, what a stroke of luck! You never know what might be round the corner, when taking a casual stroll! If I were you, I would phone that number! Who knows what fun might lie ahead!?

Good post and a very enjoyable read, Lukkas! In the past, in my experience also, it was quite common for cops, male and female, to administer their own summary and on the spot justice! Simpler times, when common sense and old-fashioned values prevailed!

An update:

I met Vivian yesterday at the Black Horse and we had a very nice chat. She is 67 and looks quite ok for her age. We also discussed the fact that she hated her husband riding low on his trousers or shorts and showing off his underwear and she confessed that she spanked him on a regular basis until he passed away during Covid.

Vivian also commented yesterday that I was yet again riding low on my shorts and it was a shame she couldn't deal with me like she did previously because we were in public.

I am invited round for afternoon drinks today at 5pm in the garden. I rather fancy the idea and will go with an open mind rather anticipating a spanking carried forward from yesterday.

I shall report back.

Sorry for not reporting back yesterday (Sunday) but I had to drive to Bristol which took me a whole day as a return journey. However, my thoughts during yesterday all surrounded the meeting with Vivian.

Simply put, I had expectations and I had decided to wear relaxing clothing for such a hot day which included a cock and ball ring to help support a reasonable amount of swelling towards an enhanced bulge.

Having walked through the side entrance to the garden, the house is beautiful, late Georgian with the garden approximately 200 feet wide by about 350 feet long with a beautiful Sweet Chestnut tree in the middle of the lawn and flower beds perfectly laid out in what was an extremely mature garden and in the south part of the garden lay the patio with Vivian drinking a glass of white wine watching me as I walked towards her.

Halfway across the lawn, I was greeted with the instruction to, “take your shorts and t-shirt off because there is no point in wearing them. I want to see you in your underwear”. Tell you, that broke the ice. True, she watched me very closely and must have identified the raging erection I was suffering with the enhanced bulge created by the cock rings I had decided to wear. It was hot in more than one way and I was sweating profusely as Vivian told me to stand in front of her as she inspected what stood in front of her view and then without much invitation, she reach out, pulled my arm and gently pulled me across her knee and spanked my backside with her flipflop without showing much mercy, 12 times over my y-fronts though.

I was then allowed to get up and she greeted me with the statement, “good, that’s that out of the way” and as if it was normal, she resumed her drinking and poured me a glass and I joined her wearing only my y-fronts and we had the most amazing conversation about all sorts of things.

What came out of the conversation is she likes to see men in their underwear, and she liked the way I looked but she has no plans to have a sexual relationship but was happy for me to be with her as a friend and oh yes, I forgot, Vivian likes to watch men and to spank them. In many respects it was a CFNM scenario, but I was wearing y-fronts.

So, I was spanked and spent the whole time in my y-fronts talking with an amazing lady who understood that I am subservient to strong women and Vivian played that part much to my delight. I just loved being told what to do and answered all her questions and discussion points with honesty and frankness that I was surprised. Vivian was likewise, honest and frank and there seemed to be a click for want of a phrase. For example, she would like me to help her out from time to time and expected me to carry out these odd jobs wearing only my y-fronts. Yes, she has a thing for white M&S y-fronts just like her husband used to wear.

It came time to leave sadly and with a single word “over you go” I laid across her knee again for another 6 of the best. Having been released to stand up I was stunned when Vivian said “give me your sweaty y-fronts as a memento please. You can have them back the next time we see each other” So, standing in front of her with a growing erection and still swollen from the cock rings I had been wearing, I pulled my y-fronts down and off and passed them to her and she sniffed them whilst I gazed upon her, naked and erect and in hope.

“Off you go and see you soon” she said sort of dismissing me as you would a servant, but I enjoyed that approach and I then walked naked to where my shorts and t-shirt were, got dressed and said, “see you soon, text me” and left.

Needless to say, it was weird, bizarre, arousing and unexpected and as I sat in my car in her driveway, I had to knock one out because I was aching from sexual excitement and arousal.

In a brief text exchange that evening she asked me if I had knocked one out (I wonder if she had watched me) and that the next time I pop round, she would like to watch me, so there you go. That was that and I’m a little obsessed and can’t wait and we have a tentative plan to meet this afternoon (Monday) for a walk enjoying the last of the good weather.

This random encounter has turned into something quiet delightful. Lucky you.

This random encounter has turned into something quiet delightful. Lucky you.

I will second the motion.

I would have phoned her back immediately!

Looks like this could be an interesting on-going situation @Borehamwoodman .

Looking forward to hearing about your next meeting.

Update from Monday. Has anyone been treated like this? It’s a first time for me with such a new friend and I’m sort of enjoying the whole thing of being controlled in a CFNM scenario.

I arrived as instructed and walked into the garden as previously done and there was Vivian sitting on the patio sort of waiting for me and as I walked over towards her, as the last time, she told me to lose the shorts and t-shirt.

I did as told and this time when I eventually stood in front of her, she told me to lie across the foot stool which I did and she spanked my backside with her flipflop 24 times telling me never to masturbate in my car on her driveway which confirmed she had watched me from a window in the house. It bloody hurt but was quite a turn on.

Afterwards she had a list of gardening jobs for me that included pruning roses and other plants and she watched interspersed with the odd cold drink or two and lovely chats, some erotic and some just normal.

It was refreshing and I was really enjoying myself and I know that Vivian was because she smiled a lot and was relaxed and in charge.

However, things became a little weird and erotic all at the same time when I asked where the toilet was because I needed a wee. Vivian’s response shocked me by her telling me to stand on the grass in front of her and do it in my underwear. Not having done that before, I felt humiliated, trapped and a little desperate but also turned on and for some reason I decided why not or would a refusal cause the end of the budding CFNM friendship.

I chose to “go with the flow” for want of a phrase and because I was erect, I started to dribble from the top of my y-fronts and Vivian loved the whole view as my flow became a gush as I released control allowing my wee to run through the cotton material and subsequently down my leg, saturating my y-fronts.

“Toilet break over, back to work” she pipped up whilst clapping her hands together in a chop chop manner. So, I did as instructed and spent the rest of the time wet and I tell you, Vivian loved the sight.

Chores completed, I was summoned to join her again on the patio but before sitting down, she told me to drop my y-fronts and hand them to her and she enjoyed a really good sniff whilst I stood in front of her naked again and erect.

This time though, she then told me to kneel on the foot stool in front of her and to masturbate which I did and whilst I was edging closer to completion, Vivian stood up to watch me holding her flipflop and immediately I started shooting she bent me over and spanked my backside again.

Spent and spanked, she dismissed me again keeping my y-fronts and yet again I had to return home in only my shorts and t-shirt.

At this rate, she will build up a good collection of my underwear.