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Date Posted: 13:57:27 04/13/18 Fri
I live in the Los Angeles area. When I was younger, I would sometimes take a mini-vacation (3 or 4 days) and drive down to San Diego. There, I would visit the local record stores in the daytime, have a great Mexican meal at Casa de Bandini in Old Town, and spend the evenings at one or more of the gay bars in the city.
I always made it a point to visit the main leather bar there, hoping to find someone to satisfy my "punishment needs". However, I rarely had any luck in bars. Usually, the only "punishment" I endured was being bored to death in a half-empty bar. However, I recall one time when my luck was better than usual. That evening did not start out any more promising than any other. After standing around for an hour or so, this tall clean-cut guy approached me and started up a conversation. That was unusual in itself as I rarely saw any clean-cut guys in that leather bar. However, the more common "grungy" look wasn't all that appealing to me. I was displaying a black hanky in the right rear pocket of my jeans to advertise my particular "interest". He must have spotted my hanky because he asked me if I liked being spanked and I answered "Yes".
He led me to the largest room in the bar. There was some sort of metal pipe near us, and he told me to wrap my hands around it. All of a sudden, he surprised me by pulling out a pair of handcuffs and locking my hands in place to the metal pipe. I got quite aroused as no one had ever used handcuffs on me before. Then, he surprised me once more by unbuckling my belt and pulling my pants down to my ankles. (He left my underwear in place.) Being"exposed" like that made me feel a little self-conscious. Then, he grabbed my privates with his left hand and proceeded to spank me with his right hand. To be honest, the hand spanking didn't hurt at all, although it was quite "stimulating". I generally get more turned on, though, when a guy uses his belt on me, rather than his hand. He must have read my mind because he then took off the belt he was wearing, doubled it over, and began whipping my ass with it for several minutes. My only fear was that he might exceed my limits for pain (which were, admittedly, not all that high) and I would be humiliated by crying in front of everyone and begging him to stop. However, I was surprised that his belt didn't hurt all that much, since most of the belt whippings I've received have eventually reduced me to tears. And I don't believe the underwear that still covered my ass would have provided that much protection from a forcefully swung belt. So, I'm guessing he only swung the belt hard enough to impress the spectators (other bar patrons) with the loud "slapping" noises it made, but not hard enough to cause me any significant pain.
Then, he asked me if I would like to go to his place for more "fun and games", and I said yes. After we exited the bar, I discovered that "his place" was a small RV parked right outside the bar. (How convenient!) The street was deserted at that late hour. We entered the back part of his RV. It wasn't exactly spacious, nor was it well lit. He told me to take off all my clothes. Then, he forced me to bend over with the upper half of my body lying face-down on a raised flat surface. My arms were stretched out to the side. He put leather restraints on my wrists and secured them to eye hooks on both sides of the RV. Then, after putting a blindfold over my eyes, he proceeded to whip my ass with some implement I had not seen. I had no idea what it was. I don't recall it making much of a sound when it struck my butt, but it hurt like hell! The pain was so intense that, after only a few strokes, I couldn't take any more. The thought entered my mind that the light strokes he had given me inside the bar might have been a come-on to lure me out to his RV where, after tying me down so I couldn't escape, there would be nothing to prevent him from applying the most severe punishment to my buttocks! But, luckily, that didn't seem to be his intention as he soon stopped and released my hands from the restraints. Then, we jacked off for awhile. I never did find out what he had spanked me with that caused so much pain. Perhaps, because I was in a submissive frame of mind, I didn't think to ask him about it.
For the curious, this story is completely true.
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