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Date Posted: 14:00:29 03/14/19 Thu
I met Tom in a gay bar a few months ago. We got together for sex about once a week. He seemed like the ideal man for me. I was a bottom, and I liked my partners to take charge, which Tom did without hesitation. When I lay on my back on Tom's bed, he would pin my hands down with his hands so I couldn't escape as he proceeded to fuck me. There was something very exciting about Tom exercising physical control over me.
About a month after we began seeing each other, Tom revealed to me that he was a sheriff's deputy. He said he was reluctant to tell me that when we first met because it might have scared me off. But it actually had the opposite effect and increased my attraction to Tom. After that, Tom often wore his sheriff's uniform when we got together for sex. It made the scene that much more exciting for me as I surrendered to his control. I got a special thrill when Tom would order me to kneel on the floor in front of him and "service" him. I would hold on to his awesome holster belt with both hands as he unzipped his fly and pulled my head into his crotch with his strong arms. I was in Seventh Heaven!
One time, Tom said he was going to take me to a private club called "The Sheriff's Posse" which met at another deputy's house. When we arrived there, our host led us into the living room where we sat down and chatted with the other guests. There were 3 other "couples" like Tom and I. Each couple consisted of a sheriff's deputy in uniform and a civilian in casual clothes. I confess I found the other 3 deputies quite attractive! They all looked so manly in their tan uniforms and their wide leather holster belts.
Later on, I was startled when the host ordered us civilians to remove all our clothes. I wondered if this "club meeting" was going to turn into an orgy. After I undressed, I suddenly felt Tom pull my hands behind my back and lock them in his handcuffs. He had never used his handcuffs on me before, but I found it quite exciting. At the same time, the other 3 civilians were being handcuffed by their partners too.
The host ordered his civilian partner to follow him into the adjoining room, which he referred to, ominously, as "The Punishment Room". The door to that room was left slightly ajar. We couldn't see into that room, but we could hear any sounds coming from it. First, we heard the jingle of metal. It sounded like the deputy was removing his partner's handcuffs. We heard the deputy order his partner to lie down on a spanking bench, while he secured his hands and feet in restraints. Then, I heard the unmistakable sound of the LASH: a strip of leather striking bare flesh. That sound both frightened me and excited me! The strokes were applied at a steady rate. Within a couple minutes, the civilian began crying, but that only spurred his deputy to increase the intensity of the strokes. We could hear the civilian pleading for mercy, but it was obvious that his pleas were having no effect on the course of his punishment. The strokes of the LASH continued at a remorseless pace. The civilian's yelling grew louder and louder, as did his uncontrollable crying. I couldn't help noticing how the deputies responded to those cries of pain. Their dicks swelled in size, threatening to burst out of their uniforms, impatient for their turn to administer the unforgiving LASH. Finally, the sounds of the LASH ceased, but the civilian could be heard moaning in pain for several minutes. Then, the civilian emerged from the punishment room, tears in his eyes, followed by his deputy. The civilian's buttocks were now a bright pink color, punctuated by black-and-blue marks, undoubtedly the handiwork of the deputy's garrison belt.
All during that whipping, the other 2 civilians and I stared at each other in horror at what was taking place. The handcuffs that prevented our escape left no doubt of the posse's intention to subject all of us civilians to the LASH! We wondered which one of us would be taken next for punishment. The host ordered one of the other 2 civilians to follow his deputy into the punishment room. Soon, the terrifying sounds of corporal punishment emanated once more from that room. Then, the host ordered the other civilian to the punishment room with his deputy. It was evident from that civilian's cries that he too was being subdued with the LASH.
Finally, it was my turn to enter the dreaded punishment room. I broke out into a cold sweat. The host ordered me to follow Tom there, but I refused to go. I begged Tom not to punish me with his belt. Tom seemed sympathetic to my plight and removed my handcuffs. I breathed a sigh of relief. However, I soon became wary of the suspicious glances that he and the other deputies were exchanging. All of a sudden, each of the 4 deputies grabbed one of my limbs and carried me forcibly into the punishment room! They secured my hands and feet in the leather restraints on the spanking bench. Then, the other 3 deputies exited the room.
Tom spoke to me in a subdued voice so that no one in the living room could hear him. He said I had made a spectacle of myself and embarrassed him in front of his fellow deputies. He said he had originally intended to give me a "token" whipping with his belt, but that was no longer an option. Now, he had to prove to his fellow deputies that he could administer the severe punishment that my disobedience warranted and that meant using the 2-1/2 foot long leather prison strap that was hanging on the wall of the punishment room! I experienced utter terror when Tom took that strap down from the wall. I'll spare you the horrific details of my punishment, except to say that the whipping Tom gave me with that prison strap was the most painful experience of my life! I was screaming my head off the entire time. When Tom finally released me from the spanking bench, I was too weak to stand up on my own. So, the 4 deputies each took hold of one of my limbs and carried me out to the living room. They laid me on the couch face-down so the 3 inch wide stripes left by the prison strap on my buttocks would be clearly visible to everyone. Then, Tom placed the prison strap on display alongside me. As I continued to moan in pain, the host warned the other civilians of the severe punishment that would be administered for disobedience.
When Tom drove me home that evening, I didn't say a word to him. I was angry with him for not protecting me from the LASH. I began to wonder how reluctant Tom really was about using that prison strap on me or whether he enjoyed making me suffer? However, I confess I still get aroused whenever I recall Tom wielding that humongous prison strap.
Trying to look at things from Tom's point-of-view, I think he saw "The Sheriff's Posse" as a reinforcement of the dominant-submissive relationship that we had. I no longer thought of it as a way for Tom to get his rocks off at my expense. Instead, I began to view it as an expression of his need to exercise his power over me, just as I had a compelling need to surrender to that power. So, the next time "The Sheriff's Posse" met, I agreed to go there with Tom. Although I managed to avoid any further encounter with the prison strap (I learned my lesson), I soon discovered that a whipping with Tom's garrison belt was not an experience to be taken lightly either!
For the curious, this story is a complete fantasy.
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