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Subject: The Most Painful Whipping I Ever Received


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Stan
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Date Posted: 14:15:31 07/25/17 Tue

Following is an account of an actual whipping I received many years ago. It is neither a fictionalized account nor a fantasy, but an honest attempt to recall what I experienced during that whipping. It was not my first whipping, nor my last, but it was, without a doubt, the worst. I willingly submitted to the bondage and the punishment that followed (at least at first). However, in spite of the unbearable pain I was subjected to that evening, that experience has not quenched my desires.

I'm a gay male and have had an interest in bondage and S&M since I was a child. My personal inclination is to be a bottom. Throughout my life, my actual experiences with S&M have been relatively few and far between. My primary S&M fantasy involves getting whipped with a leather belt or strap. And bondage is an essential part of that fantasy.

However, I'm extremely sensitive physically and don't have a high tolerance for pain. I admit to having a real fear of "GETTING THE BELT" because I KNOW I can't take the pain. Unlike some bottoms apparently, I don't get sexually aroused from experiencing the pain itself, rather only by the anticipation or the memory of it. And yet, I still have this compulsion to experience more of it.

I used to think that I was a failure as an S&M bottom because I couldn't take a whipping stoically. (I'm no Alan Ladd!) However, I've since decided that isn't necessarily a handicap. I've played the role of S&M top a number of times (actually more times than I have as a bottom), and I've had scenes with guys who could take a severe whipping without uttering a sound. However, I found I derived little pleasure from whipping a guy who shows no outward reaction to the whipping. One might as well be whipping a pillow! Surely, there are tops out there who would get more satisfaction from punishing a relatively "light" bottom, like myself, who will instantly (and involuntarily) respond to every lash the top administers, rather than a "heavy" bottom who can absorb the most brutal punishment without any apparent reaction.

The most painful whipping I ever received was in a setting where I thought it would be least likely to occur: a monthly event called Spank Night for gay men who were into spanking either by hand, belt, paddle or razor strap. Unlike some S&M groups that provide monthly meetings that are primarily educational (and theoretical) in nature, Spank Night provided a "safe" environment for gay men to have actual S&M experiences. However, I really prefer private S&M scenes (one-on-one) to group scenes. I don't enjoy being "on display" for others. So I only rarely asked a guy there to spank me.

However, one time, when I attended Spank Night, they had several pieces of "bondage furniture" on display and available for use. One was a standard pillory where the prisoner stands with his head and hands locked into holes in an elevated wooden board. A second device was a bondage table where the prisoner lies face down spreadeagled with his hands and feet stretched out in restraints. However, it had one unique (and devious) feature. A hand crank allowed the prisoner's midsection to be raised above the rest of his body, facilitating the application of punishment to the prisoner's ass.

But there was a third piece of "bondage furniture" which I had never seen before. I believe it's referred to as a "spanking block". It's hard to describe. The prisoner is put into a position somewhat similar to being on all fours (on one's hands and knees) except that he is actually supported in front by his chest rather than his hands. His arms hang down loosely over the front edge of the device. The prisoner's ankles are locked into wooden stocks at the back end. Three wide leather straps are attached to one side of the device. They are stretched across the prisoner's arms, lower back, and upper legs, and then secured by buckles on the opposite side to "protect" the prisoner from any excessive bodily movements on his part while the punishment is being administered. Once the prisoner is strapped into the device, the upper part of his body, from his shoulders to his waist, is parallel to the floor. The middle part of his body, from his hips to his knees, slopes down on a diagonal (with his buttocks being in a particularly prominent and vulnerable position). And his lower body, from his knees to his feet, are also parallel to the floor. I REALLY REALLY wanted to see what it felt like being strapped into that bondage device! This device excited me so much that I threw caution to the winds and got up enough nerve to ask one guy, who I was attracted to and felt compatible with, if he would strap me into that bondage device and give me a whipping with his belt. He agreed.

I took off my clothes and eagerly lay across the spanking block, When he locked my ankles into the wooden stocks, I knew I was "committed". I got quite a thrill when he drew the 3 wide leather straps across my body and buckled them securely on the opposite side. The "top" had a dark brown 1-3/4 inch wide leather belt that he was going to "punish" me with. In retrospect, he turned out to be much more experienced and accomplished as a top than I had realized.

He started whipping me with his belt using very rapid light strokes, starting from my upper back, traveling downward, crossing my buttocks, and going all the way down to my calves, and then returning back up again. He repeated this pattern over and over. Nobody had ever whipped me quite that way before. It didn't really hurt, and it actually felt more like a comfortable massage. After a while, it put me into a state of relaxation. However, every now and then, I would feel a stroke that seemed heavier than the others and which I would experience as a brief moment of pain. This was tolerable for a while, but then, it seemed like the "painful" strokes were occurring more and more frequently. Occasionally, I'd experience some relief and the strokes felt lighter. Was the top easing up on the punishment or was my body developing some immunity to the pain? Well, I soon got my answer when the pain suddenly returned with a vengeance! Now, the pain seemed more or less continuous. The first few heavy strokes of his belt had felt like electric shocks waking me out of my relaxed state. But now, the endless succession of punishing lashes began to feel like an open wound into which the top was continually pouring more salt. I was in total agony. I began to cry uncontrollably. (Crying was my usual response to a whipping.) The longer the punishment continued, the more unbearable it became.

I think an "audience" had gathered in the room to witness my punishment, but all my attention was focused on the top. I indicated I wanted to speak to him privately without our "audience" hearing what I said. He drew near, and I quietly told him that I was reaching my limit and didn't think I could take much more. I thought he had understood what I said, but before I knew it, I was once again experiencing the excruciating sting of his belt. I felt a twinge of fear as it gradually dawned on me that the top was not going to show me any mercy. And the restraints that held my body in check were a constant reminder that there was no possibility of escape from the torture he was going to subject me to. The pain seemed to be getting more and more intense. My whole body was tingling and radiating with pain.

Suddenly, I heard someone yelling, and I wondered who that was? It came as quite a shock when I realized that I was the one doing the yelling! It was apparently my body's involuntary response to the intense pain I was experiencing, but it really did seem to me like I was hearing someone else yelling instead. I've never had an experience quite like that before or since. I made one more "discreet" attempt to inform the top that I couldn't take any more pain, but my thinly veiled plea for mercy was to no avail. And, once again, I found my vulnerable body being forced into humiliating submission by the relentless sting of his belt. It was no contest. My sensitive buttocks were no match for his heavy leather belt. And the yelling continued unabated. I felt my body growing weaker as I tried to resist the pain. My mind had become totally absorbed in dealing with the pain. In that moment, the pain was my entire world. And then, suddenly and unexpectedly, the punishment ended.

I have no idea how long my punishment had lasted. It seemed to me like somewhere between a half-hour and an eternity (but closer to the latter). Nor do I have any idea how many lashes I received. As to the residual "damage", I was surprised to discover that the back of my upper legs, rather than the area the top had lavished most of his attention on, was totally black and remained so for about a week, but eventually, it healed. I felt occasional numbness in my upper legs for a couple days, which worried me, but it disappeared by the third day.

If someone says they're going to "teach you a lesson you'll never forget", those words might not be just an idle threat. It has been over 15 years since I got that whipping, and I've never forgotten it.

I don't regret going through that ordeal. I endured far more punishment than I thought I could, although admittedly not stoically, nor with pleasure. I'm old enough to know the truth of the adage "The only regrets I have are the things I never did." Another adage comes to mind: "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger!"

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Date Posted: 14:30:25 07/25/17 Tue

The above post titled "The Most Painful Whipping I Ever Received" was my earliest post on this forum. It was a totally factual account, not a fiction story. So I made no attempt to "glamorize" it, but just presented it as the largely unpleasant experience that it was. Also, because it took place in a group setting, there was no sex involved.

In that post, I originally referred to the bondage device I was secured in during my punishment as a "spanking bench", but I have since seen it referred to on the Internet as a "spanking block". I found it difficult to describe that bondage device in words when I wrote the post. However, I have since found a photo of it on the Spanking Central website, which you can see by clicking on the link below.

Because of the angle of the photo, one thing you can't see well is that the prisoner's ankles are locked into wooden stocks.

Having spent time "secured" in that device, I feel qualified to recommend that two "improvements" be made to it:

(1) The two leather straps across the prisoner's back and legs and the wooden stocks that lock his ankles into place pretty much guarantee that he is not going to accidentally fall out of the device, nor, more importantly, intentionally escape from it, when vigorous punishment is being applied. However, I did not find the third strap, placed across the victim's upper arms, to be particularly effective as it left my forearms free to move around. I would have much preferred the extra feeling of "security" that leather wrist restraints provide.

(2) The other deficiency is easily correctable: a soft leather pad for the victim's knees to rest on. I was probably in that device for at least half an hour. Since much of that time, my ass was being subjected to severe punishment, I didn't notice the less severe pain that my knees were being unintentionally exposed to. But after my punishment was over with and I had been released from my bonds, I became acutely aware of the pain caused by my knees pressing against solid wood. And the impact to my knees could have potentially proven more injurious than the temporary "inflammation" of my buttocks.


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