I suppose I have always been interested in spanking, the thought of tight white cotton briefs stretched over a beautifully formed female bottom was every schoolboy's fantasy. Administering a gentle spanking and, perhaps, pulling the panties down over the fleshy rump and smacking the bare buttocks was frequently one of mine and it usually ended in a lovely juicy shag: the fantasy that is..
It wasn't till Fifty Shades that I ever imagined that my fantasy was something other than the imaginings of a pervy schoolboy. But Fifty Shades changed all that, suddenly it wasn't that pervy, a little kinky perhaps, but not pervy. Besides I suddenly realised that there were some who actually like to receive a spanking and to my astonishment, I realised that I was one of them. Well in theory anyway, I had never actually had one and wasn't sure how I'd react.
Anyway, the whole new world of BDSM opened up in front of me and plenty of internet research revealed that I was not anywhere like alone. There were lots of places to go to be kinky and places to go to buy all manner of toys to enhance your kinky play. So it was that I found myself at an old warehouse at the Kinkster's Market.
A girl dressed as a horse, with a real tail, held in place by a but plug, trotted past me as I waited in the queue and another dressed as a baby, obviously wearing a nappy under her frilly knickers and sucking a dummy, was looking at baby clothes. Suddenly my interest in spanking did not seem out of place at all.
I looked at canes, and was given explicit information as to the sensations each sort produced, floggers with different sorts of tails for different effects. The place was a complete eye opener but the best was yet to come.
One of the highlights of the afternoon was the demonstration. We had all spent some time looking at the latest gimmicks and toys for playtime, and I had bought some magnetic nipple clamps, but what we are all really waiting for is the demonstration. Well, there's some voyeur in us all but I have a particular liking for watching erotic activity and, judging by the size of the crowd, I am not alone.
We are all impatiently awaiting the start. This demonstration will be on impact play in D/s relationships and I have a seat, on the floor, right at the front, because, as I said, sub behaviour really interests me.
Eventually the striking female Dom walks out onto the floor. She is tall, in vertiginously high heels, wearing a red one piece swimsuit with hugely cut away thighs, emphasising her long legs, black leather gloves and hair pulled right back into a pony tail completing the rather severe look. Her swim suit, completely cut away at the back, sweeps up her flat belly emphasising her full breasts, nipples plainly visible through the fine material. All completely natural, no enhancements here.
"Unfortunately," she starts in a powerful voice, "My sub has been detained and this afternoon's demonstration will not be able to proceed." There is a large groan from the audience, who have been waiting for this demo all day, when quietly, from the back, starts a low chant.
"Volunteer: volunteer: volunteer," then louder and louder until the whole place is chanting, "Volunteer: volunteer: volunteer." At the top of their voices.
She reaches out for a single tail whip on the table in front of her and cracks it sharply to command silence.
"Unfortunately," she says, "this is a particularly intense demonstration and I don't think there would be any volunteers that would want to try it."
A big groan from the crowd prompts her question. "Are there?"
Entirely of its own accord, my arm flew up into the air after only a microsecond's pause, but that was long enough for there to be three other hands in the air as well.
"Well, well! Four of you!! I must warn you though that this is a particularly intense play so lower your hands if you don't want to be considered." Pause, one hand only goes down leaving the three of us.
"OK then, I must choose someone. Who has never played in public before? Put you arms down if you have ever played in public before." Before I have a chance to consider the implications, my hand is the only one left.
"OK come here." I rise slowly and walk out onto the stage, with slightly unsteady legs, where about two hundred pairs of eyes focus on me to the sound of gentle applause.
"Do you have safe words?" My voice croaks a little with the apprehension as I try to say,
"Green, yellow and red."
"Very well, that's it then. As this is completely off the cuff I expect you to use your safe words as soon as you feel you need to. What's your name."
"David." I manage to utter.
"From now on you must end every sentence with Miss when you speak to me. Understand?"
"Yes ..........Miss," comes my unsure reply.
"Right David, strip to your pants." I do as I'm told then she commands, "Now raise your hands above your head."
"Yes Miss." She carefully fastens each wrist into a leather cuff hanging from a chain in the ceiling and adjusts the lengths with the noisy pulley mechanism, so that I am comfortably just less than full stretch. I feel very exposed, slightly apprehensive and a little excited all at the same time.
"First I'll demonstrate the flogger. This is a useful warm up as it prepares the area for the more intense sensations to come. We want to build up the sensation slowly so that we activate the release of endorphins and achieve sensation rather than simple pain."
She collects a suede flogger from the table at the side and starts to swing it in a horizontal figure of eight motion hitting both my shoulders alternately on the downswings. The sensation is pleasant and my fear starts to recede. This is really very nice, surely she is not going to really hurt me in public?
The strokes get faster and stronger and, surprisingly lower. After a few minutes the thuds of the flogger are getting more intense. I feel the whole of my buttocks moving with each impact causing a not unpleasant sensation, I can feel my cock responding. Oh no, not in public please.
"Is that an erection, David?"
"No Miss." Thud, the flogger bights into my buttocks with considerable force and the shock wave ripples through me.
"Don't lie to me David, Is that an erection?"
"Yes Miss!"
"Good boy." Several more strong thuds follow and my cock starts to stiffen visibly in my trunks.
"Give me a colour." Before I have time to consider the answer my mouth has said green.
"Good: we continue. Now we come to the crop," she says, collecting a very standard looking riding crop from the table. The fibreglass shaft is encased in leather with the obligatory flat flap of leather at the business end. "but first we have to make sure of the effect we are having. We need to see the results of the strokes clearly."
She reaches for a pair of surgical scissors with her free hand. She moves up behind me and I feel the cold steel of the scissors entering the leg of my trunks, just below my right buttock. I'm not sure what's happening. There are a few short snips and one side of my trunks falls away.
