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Stan
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Date Posted: 15:16:11 07/15/17 Sat
A couple weeks ago, I drove to a supermarket to pick up a few items I needed. As I was walking from the parking lot to the store entrance, I noticed a guy approaching the entrance from another direction. He was very young, maybe in his late 20s, and I found myself quite attracted to him. We exchanged glances a couple times. For some reason, I had the feeling that he had some interest in me, although considering the difference in our ages, I couldn't be sure what that interest might be. Maybe it was the clothes I was wearing. I almost always wear a black t-shirt, black jeans, and a wide black garrison belt. Perhaps my attire is more appropriate for a gay leather bar, but it's what I like to wear. Strangely, he ended up right behind me in the checkout line.
After I paid my bill, I took my time putting my change back into my wallet so we'd both end up exiting the store at the same time. As we left the store, we exchanged glances again. I told him, "I thought I noticed you staring at me. Have we met somewhere before?", and he said, "No. We haven't met before. I was just noticing the wide belt you have on. My dad used to wear a belt just like that. I remember it well because he used to give me a whipping with it whenever I got into trouble." I tried to come up with a good follow-up line: "That's interesting because I've given quite a few lickings with my belt too." Then he said, "I wonder if they were as painful as the ones my dad had given me?" I couldn't have asked for a better set-up line. I replied, "Well, would you like to come over to my house sometime and find out first-hand?" Then he said, "I think I'd like that." He agreed to come over to my place on Saturday.
Saturday evening, the doorbell rang. My guest was right on time. I invited him in. We sat on the couch for a little while and chatted about irrelevant things. Then I said, "I think it's time to begin your punishment. Are you ready for that? And he replied, a little hesitantly now, "I think so." Then I said, "Come with me to the bedroom." It had been so long since I had had a punishment scene with a guy, let alone someone so much younger than myself. I decided to make the most of it.
In my younger days, I would order the other guy to take off all his clothes and quickly begin his punishment. However, now, I decided it would be more fun taking my time and "assisting" him in the removal of his clothes. First, I told him to take off his shoes. Then, I stood directly behind him. I took hold of his hips and pulled his butt back against my crotch. I wrapped my arms around him and held on to him with my elbows, while my fingers undid the buttons on his shirt. Then I lifted his shirt off his shoulders and slid it down his arms. I placed my hands over those lovely firm pecs of his and pulled him back into me again. I stuck my left hand down the front of his jeans and wrapped it around his "vital organs" to protect them as I slowly unzipped his fly. He got hard in response to the firm pressure of my left hand. Then, I told him to take off his jeans and lie face-down on my bed.
I told him I always secured guys in restraints before administering their punishment, and I asked him if that was okay with him. He replied "Yes". Then I tied him down to the bed spread-eagled. Even though he seemed more mature than most guys his age, I thought his self-confidence revealed a degree of arrogance in him. And his punishment would need to address that.
So, first, I decided to build up a degree of false confidence in him and then take him down a notch or two. I took off the garrison belt I was wearing. I gave him 50 lashes with my belt. Since the belt provided a mixture of "thud" and "sting", I was pretty sure he would feel both pain and pleasure, but the pleasure would make the pain bearable.
Then I told him he needed to be taught a lesson in humility, and I "taught " humility with a razor strap! A whipping with a razor strap is virtually all "sting" and no "thud". So the person receiving it feels an intensely painful burning sensation. I decided to give him 30 lashes with my razor strap. After only a few strokes, he was yelling from the pain. By the time I had given him 10 lashes, he was begging me to stop the whipping. But I showed him no mercy. Instead, I increased the severity of the strokes. The harder I laid it on him with the strap, the harder I got. He was screaming uncontrollably. When the punishment was completed, I asked him who gave the most painful whipping, me or his dad? And he tearfully replied that I did.
I thought I'd torment him a little more. I told him I wasn't sure whether 30 lashes with the razor strap had been sufficient to teach him his lesson. Perhaps I should give him 30 more! He quickly assured me that he had learned his lesson. Then I stuck my bulging crotch right in front of his face and told him to convince me that the punishment had been effective and that no more lashes would be required. Well, to make a long story short, his efforts to persuade me were especially enthusiastic and quite effective.
For the curious, this story was inspired by a guy I saw at the supermarket. Only the first paragraph is true. Everything else is wishful thinking. Although I've played both top and bottom roles in real life, this story is one of the few I've presented from the top's perspective. Perhaps that reveals something about myself.
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