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I went down to the Club with a local friend who drove me there, which was useful as it meant that I could get slightly tipsy. I do find this helps for "public" scenes such as at the Club. The atmosphere was unusual as there were almost no faces we recognised when we got there except that after a while a guy I know called M strolled in carrying his bag full of assorted straps, tawses and paddles - about ten implements in all. Then I noticed P who gives very spectacular canings. I have seen him work several times and it's always looked far too severe for me to want to try it. Except that over the phone the previous night I'd been assured that it was at least worth tying out.
Anyway, doors closed at 15:30 and few guys drifted downstairs to change and start the fun. I travelled wearing my VERY holey cut-off jeans shorts and a tiny black singlet so I didn't need to change! The cellar bar was very gloomy and I think it was taking a while for guys to get their night vision that was stopping anything happening!
I think P was the first to get going, giving an older guy dressed in a suit (at least to start with) a heavy leathering with a long doubled-over belt. I thought to myself "Maybe I could cope with that belt if not the cane". Then I strolled over to one of the little alcoves where M was spanking a guy of about 35. He started on the jeans and then got the guy to take his jeans down and continued to spank him on his briefs. Navy blue if I recall! Lovely arse too. But, by the time M wanted the briefs off, the guy had had enough for the time being so M indicated to me to get over his lap for a spanking.
M's spankings are quite heavy - I don't know how some people can do it without hurting themselves. After about thirty or so over the shorts he told me to stand up and take the shorts off. I was not wearing anything underneath - not a lot of point with all the holes! So, a further bare arsed spanking from M and then he asked if I was ready for the implements. I said that I was and so had to stand bending slightly with my hands gripping either side of the seat of the chair, my arse facing towards the entrance of the alcove, where four or five guys had gathered to watch.
I'm not sure what M started with but it may have been a Lochgelly tawse - it certainly made its presence felt. M always works in batches of 12 or 24 and he'd decided that I was going to get 24 strokes of each implement he had - but I knew that he'd stop if it was getting too much for me. The next implement was a lighter strap or paddle and that one I really began to enjoy and got a very stiff hard-on. Not too sure this is de rigeur at the Club and M and couple of the guys commented on it but it wasn't going to go away! I did make it to the end of the ten implements although the last one I only had twelve strokes. Good thing too as it's one of those leather paddles with coins stitched in to make it heavier. It did feel very heavy and I lost the hard-on which I guess is why M took the decision that I'd had enough. "Are you suitably warmed up now?" I thanked him and dragged on my shorts and left the alcove. As I walked past the group of guys gathered around the entrance I got the usual hands feeling my bum and appreciating the heat!
Back up to the bar for another drink and to rest for a bit. When I went downstairs again a guy came over to me and said how much he'd enjoyed watching M deal with me, especially as I showed I was enjoying it. "Some of these people don't approve of stiffies but I like to see that a guy is really getting off on being beaten." So that was nice feedback! Then an older guy, sort of uncle type, came over and said he'd like to spank me and would it me alright if he played with my cock & balls a little too. Silly question! So he took my shorts down and fondled me a little until I was hard and then put me over his lap and started to spank my. Not good! He was very hard indeed and all over the place - down my legs, up my back and even managed to hit me in the balls with one misplaced hand. he was terribly apologetic when I stood up and said that wasn't expecting it anywhere but on my arse-cheeks. In fact he was so apologetic for the rest of the afternoon - kept coming over to apologise. I began to feel quite sorry for him. Anyway, we agreed that he can try again on a future occasion but that I didn't feel comfortable with trying again then and there. He's a really nice guy so I will let him.
Then T, the guy who drove me there wanted to give a spanking and paddling but I said that I needed a few minutes to rest. I went over to watch P for a while and was surprised to see the guy he was belting had only his shoes and socks on - I'd understood that nudity was kind of frowned on at the Club. Mind you, it was getting very hot down there. After about twenty minutes or so I went to find T who was dealing with the same guy that M started off with. He was naked from the waist down and it was a real turn on to see such a lovely arse being beaten with T's favourite little wooden paddle. This is one of those paddles that seems quite tame at first but, after ten or so strokes, begins to really hurt. The guy did very well but then T seemed to be holding back quite a lot. After a while the guy got up and T indicated to me that I should take my shorts off and get over his lap. After a short spanking he started with the wooden paddle and after a while he really had me squirming! I got and stayed hard though.
Straight after that I noticed that P was not doing anything so I plucked up my courage and went and introduced myself to him, saying that Geoff had rung me last night and recommended P to me. P said Geoff had rung him too and told him that I was frightened of him! He said - "Why don't you try just six?". Well, I know I can probably take six of pretty well anything so I agreed and removed my shorts. He got me to stand facing a pillar with my feet about two feet apart and about four feet from the pillar, hands on the pillar at about shoulder height. I felt very vulnerable and almost instantly a small crowd began together and I began to think "Oh shit! What if I can't cope - I'll look a right wimp now!"
The six strokes were nothing like as hard as I'd expected but they were real stingers. I could hear the cane swish so he was not holding back that much. But this guy is an expert indeed. Even in the gloom no two strokes landed in the same space and none of the strokes was too high or too low. By the sixth stroke little willie was rock hard again! "Shall I carry on?" I answered by stripping off my shirt and assuming the position again but with my feet a little wider apart and further from the pillar so as to give him a good target (and, if I'm honest, everyone a better view!) I lost count at somewhere around 24-25 strokes but I think it must have been 36 in all, each one a little heavier than the previous one. Not surprisingly I lost my erection but that didn't mean I wasn't enjoying it. I was glad when it stopped though.
Before I got dressed I shook P's hand - something of a tradition with him it seems and later on at the bar he came over and told me that he couldn't understand why I'd be frightened to try him. He said that the final strokes he'd given me were just about as hard as he could do it! He then asked to see my bum and several other guys expressed that they'd like to see to. "I thought so - hardly a mark on it, it's just hot and red - you are a natural for the cane you know." Well, yes; it would seem so!
As a postcript to this - a day later some rather spectacular weals and bruises did appear. But they only lasted a few days.