I was spanked by my mother and a babysitter on the bare butt or naked. I didn’t remember the pain, just the humiliation.
I revisited spanking on websites whilst looking for naked males and clothed females situations.. I acted out the fantasies spanking myself. I saw an ad for a masseuse calling herself ‘Spanky.’ Sure enough she offered spanking as well as rubdowns, but for double the price. After I paid she told me the safe words, green, yellow & red, meaning the same as the stoplights. As a novice I tried to discuss the level of spanking. I thought maybe bare hand, hairbrush, or ruler on the butt would be enough for a starter. She ignored me and ordered me to strip, lashing me with a leather whip. It hurt like nothing I’d done to myself, even through the clothes. I should have escaped then, but foolishly I thought I’d better get my money’s worth. As I stripped she goaded me with 3 more lashes on my bare arms & legs. I cried out loudly the third time that it really hurt. She just laughed. She pushed me naked out the door of the tiny massage room into the hallway. I blushed furiously as the other masseuse came out of her room—luckily there were no other customers—and saw me cowering along the wall. Spanky took from a storage closet a padded sawhorse, with small shelves and rings attached. She put it in the middle of the hallway.
The other woman fetched some leather belts, and they began to put them around my wrists. I asked Spanky why I needed them just for a spanking. She just yelled at me, telling me to hold still. When I started to tell her I wasn’t sure about this she used the belt to whack my butt and leg four times. I knew this was getting out of hand. However, I was naked, and felt helpless to resist the two women. In another minute they forced me over the padded sawhorse. They pulled my hands down and used metal clips to fasten the leather straps to rings on the front legs. They adjusted my body so my genitals just hung down over the end plated of the sawhorse. They had me try to kneel on the shelves in back. When the shelves were adjusted, my lower body was just above the padding. They strapped my legs in place and two more straps on my back and chest held me down. Alex, the other woman, asked me if I were scared. I told her I didn’t think I should go through with this, that what Spanky had already done was probably enough. She just laughed. I gasped when I felt hands on my balls, pulling on the scrotum. I felt something constrict the sack; she’d tied a rope around them. Now she pulled down on my balls, forcing my body flat against the padding. She told me me she’d tied my balls down to the sawhorse. If I moved, I'd likely castrate myself. She put a noose around my penis and did the same to it. I could feel my dick and balls stretched out on the wooden end plate. I begged them not to hurt my balls, but they only laughed. I felt a horrible pain in my balls. I jerked up and sure enough the rope held my balls down and it hurt like hell. I screamed. One of the women had slapped my balls. She hit them twice more. I screamed for her to stop, to let me loose. Spanky told me they hadn’t even started. I don’t know what she used on my butt, a cane or riding crop, but it was two times worse than anything I did to myself. She gave me about twenty hits in 30 seconds. It HURT!! I screamed, begging ‘Please, no more!’ I’d forgotten momentarily that begging is part of the ‘scene’ and it means nothing. Whatever she’d done to me, I’d had more than enough. She told me she was changing to a strap. I desperately tried to tell her it was enough. When she started hitting me with the strap I could only scream. I bucked, twisted, jerked every muscle trying to escape, succeeding only abrading the skin under the straps and pulling the muscles and ligaments. She directed the blows to each cheek, then the upper thighs. When a stray blow his my testicles I gagged, unable to scream. She must have switched to a riding crop. I hit myself with one and I know how it feels—only she hit 2-3 times harder. The pain lanced through my butt. It felt like electric shocks up my body. None of my pleas had any effect. Finally I remembered. I screamed ‘Red! Red!’ She paused, and sneered, ‘You haven’t gotten your money’s worth. That’s not $160 worth of spanking. I don’t want people to say I rip them off.’ Words cannot describe the next 10 minutes of horror. While Spanky was beating my butt leaving it bruised and literally bleeding, Alex used a strap on my up turned soles of my feet. Spanky finished me off by using a whip and riding crop on my balls and penis. Even though the blows were very light, compared to the butt blows the pain was 5 times worse. When she stopped beating my balls, I was one mass of pain. I was drenched with sweat. My voice was hoarse. I thought I was one step from shock. She asked me if I had enough now. I could only croak, ‘Red, red!’ They finally released me, but had to let me rest for an hour in one of the massage rooms, on my stomach. Driving home I almost passed out from the pain of sitting on my butt. I had to stop three times and get out of the car. The beating took place on Friday night. I had to take two sick days on Monday and Tuesday because I couldn’t sit down.
No more spankings for me!!