Meeting with a flagellant
I even stopped thinking about what we had actually met for. On the way, Lesha was really checking out my ass, and it was obvious he liked my body. Since there was no whiskey at the bar, we drank some cognac and then went up to the apartment. In the hallway, Alexey suggested I undress; I took off my shoes and jacket, remaining in jeans and a T-shirt, but then Lesha handed me a hanger and told me to take everything off, noting that I wouldn't need clothes for now. In the room, he tied me to a bench with my butt up and left for a couple of minutes. Returning, he threw something on the sofa and proceeded to examine the victim—that is, me. He started feeling my butt with his hands, stroking my thighs and back, then, taking a belt in his hand, began running it over my body, occasionally striking my buttocks lightly. I noticed that these movements of the belt across my body really turned me on, and even though I'm not a fan of gay relationships, at that moment I was so aroused that I was ready for any experiments. Noticing my arousal, Alexey suddenly hit me harder with the belt, then again; after ten noticeable strikes, my ardor subsided a bit. I stopped thinking about sex, and Alexey said I was warmed up and ready for the real spanking.
He wrapped a jump rope around his hand, made a few practice swings in the air—my heart probably sank to my heels at that moment. And then the blows rained down on my butt, about ten evenly spaced, not-weak strikes. "You know, very beautiful marks are left on your beautiful ass," Lesha said, adding, "Let's see how you endure your punishment." For what? I asked. "For messing with my head for so long and not replying to my letters on time." Twenty strikes—you'll count them. I was about to say something when I immediately heard "twenty-five." I counted every strike; if I said the number quietly or it blended with my moan, Alexey wouldn't count that strike, and the same if I squirmed too much with my butt or yelled. I received about thirty-three strikes with the jump rope on my bare butt; it hurt, but the moment the punishment ended, I somehow felt relieved.
"That's enough for the first time," Lesha said and untied me. My butt hurt, and he applied cream to it. I glanced at the sofa and saw that besides the jump rope and belts, there was a flogger, a cane, and a whip lying there. I started examining these devices, and Alexey said with a smile that he planned to acquaint me with all of them personally soon; that phrase terribly aroused me. It was clear that Alexey was also very aroused by the execution, and he asked in a semi-commanding tone if I wouldn't like to thank him for the spanking? I crawled over to him and kissed his right hand, the one he used to spank me, and then saw that the bulge in his pants had grown even larger from this. "Now you won't get away with just one kiss from me," Alexey said, making it clear what I was supposed to do next...
If you're interested in the story, write comments to spаnk07@mаil.ru; if you liked it, I can send the ending of the story.
P.S. I'm actually looking for a flagellant now, waiting for emails from those interested in participating)
Author's e-mаil: spаnk07@mаil. ru