It Started with a Personal Ad

She was sitting at a small table in the dark, loud, smoky bar that she had shyly walked into. Nursing a glass of Pepsi, she looked around through her eyelashes, wondering if the person she was supposed to meet was there. No one was walking toward her though. So she just sat there, both hands wrapped around her glass, back stiff, not making eye contact with anyone. Wondering if she could go through with it.

Yesterday April had read an ad in the paper. It was in the personal section, which she reads for fun. But, this one really struck her. And just thinking about it made her wet. Someone was looking for a submissive that was into Harleys and hard paddle spankings. She had never ridden a Harley in her life, but was willing to give it a try. But, the idea of a hard paddle spanking had her heart pounding and sweat beading on her brow. She had to call this person and see if they were for real.

April called the number listed in the ad and heard a deep, husky voice asking her to leave a message. With a tremble in her voice, she left her first name and her phone number, then hung up the phone. She couldn't believe that she had actually called. Then the hard part was waiting. A couple of days later, there was a message on her answering machine. He had called back. He left directions for where he wanted to meet her at. She knew she couldn't back out now. She didn't want to back out. She was scared, but determined. She wanted to experience a hard paddling.

So, she found herself gently sipping a coke while sitting stiffly in a chair in a bar she had never been to before. She had been told what to wear, so she knew that he would recognize her. But, she had no clue what he looked like. Every time someone walked into the bar, she would look up a little, trying to catch a peek at the person. Usually, they would walk to the bar and order something and then go toward the pool tables. She was really getting nervous at this point. Every now and then she would catch someone whispering and looking at her, but no one bothered her.

Then the door opened and all whispering stopped. She looked up and saw a man dressed completely in leather, with a very commanding presence. He spotted her and walked straight toward her. Not a falter in his stride. He grabbed the chair across from her, turned it around and straddled it. Piercing eyes looked in to hers and he spoke. 'So, you are April.' April just nodded her head.

"Are you ready for this?" he asks.

She nods her head again as her eyes begin to glow.

'Joey, go lock the door,' commands they guy.

'Yes Sir, Spade Sir.' Joey answers and he scuttles to the door, locking it firmly. Then turns around with a gleeful look on his face.

Spade looks at April with a stern look on his face. April trembles a little bit but she's starting to get wet. She rubs her thighs together as he starts speaking.

He opens his arms, ' is this what you expected April?'

She nods her head 'no.'

'Speak girl!!' he commands of her.

'No Sir, this isn't what I expected at all. Aren't we going somewhere private?' she says, barely above a whisper.

'Oh no little missy,' states Spade as he rises from his chair. 'I share my toys with my friends.'

He comes over and leans down to her ear and whispers. 'Isn't this what you want? Aren't you all juicy and wet right?'

'Yes Sir,' she whispers.

He grabs her hair. And drags her over to the pool table as she gives out a squeal. He pushes her face first into the green felt, rubbing his hand on her ass. The guys hoot and clink their beer bottles together. They all crowd around the pool table, trying to get a good look. Her eyes are wide open as Spade yanks her skirt up. She tries to yank it back down as are touches the bare skin of her ass.

'Good girl. I see you dressed as you were told. No panties to get in my way.' He yanks her hands behind her back and tells one of the guys to donate their bandana. Bandana's of all colors appear. Spade grabs one and ties her wrist together behind her back. Then he kicks her feet apart, throwing her a little off balance. He takes her skirt and throws it up over her ass and over her head. Bared ass flesh for all to see. Spade reaches between her thighs and drags a finger across her clit and between her lips.

'This is a good one guys. She's already creaming'……states Spade with a smirk.

Spade reaches forward and pulls the skirt from her head. He wants to see her face. It's only worth his time if he can see that she's getting into it. If he wanted someone that didn't enjoy it, he could have pulled anyone off of the street. But, his goal was to find someone that just couldn't help but enjoy themselves.

April was still stiff. Embarrassed but turned on with the way this gruff man had just treated her. This was a fantasy come true for her. She wiggled her ass, hoping to get his attention. And that she did. Whack….she felt his hand come done on her flesh. Pain zipped through her body and ended with a tingle at her clit and nipples. She yelped but stayed still. Spade rubbed his hand over the whelt he just left on her ass. He grabs her hair and pulls her head up so that he can see her eyes. Seeing passion, he releases her head and smacks her ass.

'Here Johnny, come warm her ass up for me. You could use the practice.' Spade steps away as scrawny Johnny takes his place.

Johnny takes his place behind April and presses his jean covered crotch into the cleft of her ass. He's as hard as a rock. He then steps back and smoothes his hand over her cheeks. Then he starts with little taps. Little quick taps…over and over and over. They in themselves would have been nothing. But, he was doing it over and over again in the same spots. April ends up moaning up on her tip toes feeling the fire spread through her body. Johnny is lost in his own space, stands by her side and grabs her waist to hold her still. With the other hand he keeps smacking her. Leaving red spots on her ass.

Finally, Spade stops Johnny. 'You don't need as much practice as I thought. Good job.'

He grabs Aprils hair again and looks at her. 'How do you feel?'

'On fire Sir. May I ask you a question? Do I get a safe word?'…..Spade laughs and drops his hold on her hair.

'A safe word? This girl who craves hard paddle spankings, wants a safe word. Should we let her have one?'

'NOOOOOOO'…. is the response from the group.

He grabs her hair again. 'Do you hear that girl? No safe word. We are done when I say we are done. Understand?'

'Yes Sir. I understand.' She thought that the idea should terrify her. But, instead she was enjoying being naked in front of these dark biker guys. Enjoying the idea of getting what she wanted with no way out. Juices start dripping down her thigh and her nipples tightened to little hard pebbles. She was exactly where she wanted to be.

'Please Sir, please spank me.'

'That's what I like to hear' …..he laughs out loud. 'We've found ourselves a real slut here guys. Let's give her what she wants.'

Spade pulls her away from the pool table and rips her clothes off of her. She is now totally naked in front of these guys. She juts her breast out proudly. She gets claps from a couple of men for this action. Spade sits down and then grabs her nipple and pulls her across his lap. She gives a little yelp as she loses her footing. But, Spade has a tight hold of her. He runs his hand down her back and then gives her ass a resounding smack.

'Ouch!! That hurts!!' says April as she tries to cover her ass with her tied hands. It doesn't work of course and Spade takes a firmer grip and smacks her again. Whack! April almost leaps from his lap. His smacks are hurting her. He rubs her ass again. And then whack! This one tingles right through her body. She relaxes and lets herself enjoy the sensation. Spade feels her relax and gets into enjoying himself. Smacking her ass over and over and over again. Watching her skin go from a light pink to a deep deep red. He can feel the welts under his palm. Her sounds are a mixture of squeals, moans and sounds of pain and desire. She is squirming like crazy even though her originally intention was to relax. Her ass is on fire and somewhere in the back of her lust filled brain, she wonders if she'll ever be able to sit down again. Finally, Spade stops. He's panting with a big grin plastered to his face. One of his friends helps April to her feet. Her legs feel like jello and she has a problem focusing her eyes.

'Kneel slut,' he commands. She does without hesitation.

He rises from the chair and stands in front of her. Pressing his crotch into her face. Again, he's hard as a rock. She tries to flick out her tongue so that she can feel the hardness. He yanks back her head. 'That's for later, if you are a good girl.' And releases her. She rocks back on her knees.

Spade grabs a drink and walks around for a little bit, stretching his legs. She wonders what he has in store for her. She tries to rest her ass on her heels but finds that it hurts too much.

Spade makes her stand up and presses her against the pool table again. He takes his cold beer bottle and slides it across her painfully red ass. She trembles at the feel of the coldness. She sways from side to side, dragging her nipples across the felt. Heaven. That's the only way to describe where she was at.

Spade takes the bottle away. She sighs and pouts at its removal. It felt so good. She squirms a little and gets a smack on her ass for her trouble.

'Be still!' commands Spade. He walks away from her and goes into a store room. He's only there for a couple of seconds before he comes out with a couple of paddles in his hand. April trembles at the sight of them. This is what she came here for and everything else she had been put through this evening had only been a warm up.

Spade holds up one of the paddles. 'Is this what you want? Is this what you crave? Is this what you need?'

April nods her head 'yes,' reading to drool all over the felt beneath her face.

'Men, put her in position.'

The men scramble to their positions around her and grab her tightly. Spade drags a spanking bench out of the store room that looks like a sawhorse with a few embellishments. The men pick up her body and drape her across the spanking bench lengthwishe. They untie her wrists and bringing them in front of her to be cuffed beneath her to the bench. She is straddling the 2 x 4 with her legs hugging the length of the legs of the bench. Her wrist are cuffed, her ankles are cuffed, her legs are strapped to the legs of the bench and another strap is tighted around her waist so that she can't wiggle. She is blindfolded and gagged for good measure.

oh shit! She thinks to herself, trying to test her bonds. What have I gotten myself into? She starts to panic a little, but it's no use. She is strapped into place tight and couldn't protest if she wanted to.

She feels someone walk up behind her. Rubbing themselves against her exposed pussy. She trembles from the pressure. Insanely wishing he would fuck her while spanking her. He reaches down to her stretched out thighs and rubs his hands up her leg and to her pussy lips. She tries to strain toward him, trying to let him know it's ok if he touches her. Instead he bypasses her gaping, wet pussy and strokes her other leg. She whimpers. She wants him to touch her.

'Do you want me to fill you up slut?' he asks.

She nods her head, yes, yes, yes.

She feels something cold sliding over her ass and down her thighs. It feels soothing until it gets closer to her cunt. No…that's not what she meant. He can't mean to do that! She is screaming this in her head as she feels the cold, hard item being pushed inside of her. She moans and complains, but her noises are muffled by her gag. Finally, the bottle is completely inside of her. She can't believe it. He has pushed a cold beer bottle inside of her cunt. She can't help but to try and hump the bottle.

She is concentrating on the feel of the bottle inside of her when she feels the first strike of the paddle. She attempts to scream, all thoughts of the bottle forgotten. Whack! Comes the second hit. Hands start to stroke her back and hair as she take strike after strike after strike. She gets to the point where she feels like she'll pass out from the pain of the paddle, and then she feels the bottle. Someone is pumping her snatch with the bottle that has warmed up from her body heat. It's all slick and moves in and out easily. She tries to fuck the bottle as she's taking the hits from the paddle.

The paddling stops for a second but someone keeps fucking her with the bottle. She can't get enough!! Spade removes her gag and ask her if she's had enough.

'No oh please no Sir. More, I need more. I want to be fucked and spanked and whipped and used. Please. Please don't stop!!'

Spades chuckles and leaves her gag off so that they can hear her moans and whimpers of pain and pleasure.

Then he returns to his paddle. And again strikes her. The noises coming from her throat can only be described as delicious. All the men in the room are hard as baseball bats from listening to her slutty noises.

April ends up getting into spanking so much that she finally begs for cock.

"Please, please. I need a cock or two or more. Please fuck me, I'm on fire. I can't stand it!!'

Two of the guys unzip. One heads for her succulent lips while the other one aims for her cunt. Both start pumping at the same time with ferocity. Grabbing her and fucking her. Spade pulls out a little leather whip and strikes her across the back. She moans around the cock in her mouth and he explodes down her throat. She sucks him dry, not wanting to let go. He pries himself from her mouth and the next guy takes his place.

Spade keeps whipping her back and shoulders. She loves it.

When she and they are finally spent, Spade uncuffs her and lifts her up.

'Ever ridden a Harley before?' he asks.

'No Sir' April whispers, barely able to move.

'Well it's about time you tried it. Here, put on the jacket, I want your bare bruised ass on the cold leather seat and your bare breast on my back. Let's go slut.'

April follows him out the door. Hoping no one sees her nakedness, but proud of it too. She straddles the bike and presses herself firmly into Spades back. She had found where she belonged.