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26th March 2000
Two Sunday Sessions in Kent Skip this entry
Sunday morning Adam made it clear that we would play before lunch but this time in their bedroom and on the landing, where there were facilities for restraint. I stripped off and was tied so that my feet were apart and my hands tied above my head to ropes coming down from the ceiling. Adam was now able to get at all bits of me and he concentrated mostly on my back with his own whips. My threshold was much higher today than on Friday (see below) so I was beginning to enjoy myself. Adam also used the the Tawse but, as this is rather long, it was difficult to use in the confined space and it landed twisted and so had to be abandoned. (As it happens this caused an injury that didn't develop until later in the day). I guess we played for about an hour all told. Not a huge time playing in a weekend but we both felt we'd made a good start and aim to carry on at a later date. My butt and back were nicely red by the time we finished anyway!
After lunch I drove south to the other event I was going to. I wasn't at all sure if there was going to be an opportunity to play and I wasn't at all sure who was going to be there besides myself. After the 45 minute drive I couldn't find the house and had to ring the host who had to come and find me! Not a good start. So anyway we had coffee and chatted for a while and then Master D (I only know him by that name) asked if I wanted to play. Well I did want to though I knew he is much more into the "Master & Slave" stuff than I am. He told me to fetch my toys from the car and then told me to strip off, which I did. He started off nice and gentle with me over his knees, using a round leather paddle not unlike my small spanking paddle. After a while he was using it pretty heavily - but I wasn't about to complain as I was enjoying it too much! After that I knelt on the floor in front of him while he played with my tits - instant erection as usual! He said he appreciated my interest in proceedings and asked if I "leaked". I answered, honestly, that I don't usually leak but that if I did I tended to do so in quantity. At that he licked his fingers and reached down to stroke the head of my cock - which started to leak! By now I was so turned on I was on the edge of climax every time he touched my cock - which he liked to play with a lot.
Then we went upstairs where some tit-clips were put on me and I was told to bend over a stool and then he started to really work on my butt with his small paddle and with the stuff I'd brought in from the car earlier - my flogger, Lochgelly Tawse and Borstal Strap. Towards the end of this section he gave me ten VERY hard strokes across the shoulders with my flogger. Some of them were a bit high and I felt some strands hitting the bones at the back of my neck. But then it's not an easy thing to use until you get some experience with it. By the end of the session my butt and back felt - and were - hot and red. He took a couple of pix to show me the weal that had developed from the Tawse mis-hitting this morning. Odd how invisible injuries can be "developed" by later sessions - it looked just like a cut from a cane by now and was becoming very sensitive. We took a break to let it calm down a bit but Master D was fascinated by my "no quit" erection, actually the first like that I've had in about a year! Even when he went to make coffees for us both it was still up when he came back. I asked if the tit-clips could be removed now and leaked like crazy when he took them off.
Then it was back over the stool for some more C.P. although by now I was feeling very sensitive. Master D asked if I'd brought any dildos and I said I hadn't. He asked me if I'd ever been fisted and I said I had been years ago. He started to slip his fingers inside me and told me that he thought I could be fisted again soon, but not today, if I really wanted to be. Much as I wanted to hold back so the session could go on longer, the combination of his playing with my cock with one hand and the fingers of the other up my butt was just too much and I just had to let myself go and experience the most shattering orgasm I've had for a very long time!
24th March 2000
New Top-men in Kent Skip this entry
I'd been corresponding via e-mail with a Top-man who lives in Kent. I'd also met Adam briefly, with his partner, in London at the Club. Now I'd been invited to spend the weekend with them. In fact I was killing two birds with one stone as I also had an invite to an event on Sunday afternoon, also down in Kent so that worked out rather well.
The drive down was a nightmare and I arrived late. No matter as the day had gone wrong their end too! I'd been told to arrive wearing my army greens but with the shirt open to the waist. Naturally I complied but was surprised to find the house opposite a busy local shop. Don't know if any of the kids noticed my unconventional attire! Anyway, Adam's partner didn't want to play so after dinner Adam and I retired to the front room with a selection of implements. One of the implements was a hair brush and I know I don't get on well with those! I didn't get on well with it. It seemed like my threshold was very low - maybe 'cos I'd got so stressed out by the nightmare drive (the M25 was locked solid for about twenty miles and I had to divert via docklands!) or maybe 'cos I just don't get on with hairbrushes - at least not as a warm-up implement! We did also play with my Borstal Strap and Lochgelly Tawse plus my big flogger and a couple of smaller whips that Adam had. But I'm afraid my heart wasn't in it so we agreed, after about forty minutes, to call it a day and play again next day.
Unfortunately we were both too tired on Saturday evening to play - we'd been out driving around most of the day. So we put it on hold until Sunday morning (see above).
16th March 2000
SM Gays in London Skip this entry
Drove into London to go to SM Gays' "Slave Academy" Discovery Night". Steve (see below) had told me to wear my chain & leather slave pouch and upper body harness. (If you want to see a photo - e-mail me!) I made the mistake of driving down (one hour) in them and it was unpleasant agony by the time I got there. OK when I got out out of the car and stood up though. I checked in and took off my sweats as soon as I got there (in the past I'd have visited the bar first!), stuffed the top and pants into my bag, retrieved a short whip and small paddle from the bag and checked it in. I hooked the whip and paddle onto the chain, right hand side, hoping someone would get the hint.
It was a very busy night so not much space for people to play except for the demonstrations organised by the SM Gays organisers. I met up with Steve and also with M (see below) from another Club I go to. Steve had met a "lost mate" and was anxious to catch up with him so I was left pretty much to myself. As there were a number of gorgeous guys there in increasing states on undress I wasn't upset! I just roamed around watching guys playing - mostly stuff I'm not much into like, pegs, tit-clips etc. All good fun!One of the organisers whom I know from The London Blues club (uniforms) but whose name I just cannot recall found me and started to gently play with my tits. Instant stiffy! As he gradually increased the pressure I started to "go into orbit" - just stood there with my eyes shut, oblivious to my surroundings, enjoying the rush of endorphins caused by the by now intense pain. But it has been a long time since my tits were played with and soon I came down with a bump and had to ask him to stop.
Back to the bar for a drink and there was Steve who also started to play with my tits - but very gently. Same reaction - off to another planet somewhere! This time what stopped us was people trying to get to the bar and we were in the way! We managed to find a quiet corner and Steve used my paddle to warm up my butt but that didn't last long 'cos guys kept pushing past doing some serous cruising. Very unlike other Clubs where guys have the decency to allow others to play. I also got a heavy but short paddling from M which left my butt nice and hot and red but again it was cut short by guys pushing past - and we weren't really in anyone's way. Still - it was quite a fun evening. Next month the theme is "Rubber" which I am not into but I may just go to see if the "discovery night" can help me discover something about myself. SM Gays can be found on www.smgays.org.
11th March 2000
Two Clubs in one day! Skip this entry
It was the Club's birthday today so I went down not intending to play but to give my support. Of the two clubs I go to on a Saturday this one often gets few members turn up so I just wanted to swell the ranks. I had a previous commitment to attend the AGM and Annual Dinner of a leather club MSC London afterwards so I was in a bit of a quandary as to what to wear. Initially I was going to go in full leather but as I had to tube across town that didn't seem a good idea. So I chose to go in my Army kit. Green trousers, boots, green army shirt, regimental (16th/5th "Queen's Own" Lancers) stable belt, lanyard etc. Camo jacket on top. Oh - and green underwear! Although MSC London is a leather club, uniforms are considered OK too so I knew I wouldn't feel too out of place at either club.
Before playtime at the Club there was a free raffle which I won! Prize was a couple of canes. Anyone want a cane or two? I have far too many!
I wasn't intending to play (if I had been I would have taken some shorts to change into and not worn underwear!) but I went downstairs to watch the fun. As usual I had taken a few toys for guys to share. I had to leave very early to get to my next venue, another reason for not playing. I was watching K giving a guy a really hard spanking and when he finished he beckoned me over. Well I couldn't resist so soon I was over K's knees getting a thorough spanking. Didn't have much effect on account of the trousers and briefs so he asked me to take the trousers down - no easy feat wearing a regimental stable belt! Before long K had my briefs round my ankles too and was using his hand and my spanking paddle to good effect. I think he tired before I did!
Then I watched a new member J giving a guy what looked like a really hard beating with a leather strap. The same thing happened! As soon as he finished he beckoned me over and I took the challenge. Actually, it was nothing like as heavy as it looked - at first. With each six strokes he got heavier and heavier! By the time we got to the end of the fourth dozen (which he rounded up to 50 strokes) it was really getting through to me - even fully dressed. The he showed me a very big, thick leather paddle and suggested I take twenty of that. I agreed to ten but it was so good that I then took down my trousers and briefs for a final ten on bare butt. He gave me twelve really hard ones. We'd have carried on but it was time to pack up my toys, find my jacket and rush off to get my train. J is going to be at SM Gays on Thursday so I hope we can play again there. Watch this space!
8th March 2000
Back to Ken Skip this entry
Back to Ken's on Wednesday. We'd agreed similar procedure to last session (26th January) with some slight variations. As soon as got inside Ken't front door he ripped my break-pants off me and gave me a dozen hard hand spanks. Then I had to strip naked and go over the kitchen table for two dozen with my new small spanking paddle and then up to the bedroom for another two dozen with one of Ken's irish straps. By now I was really red and tingling.
Then I put on see-thru shorts and tee-shirt (pale blue) for dinner and a chat and then it was back up to the bedroom and over Ken's knees for a warm up spanking and strapping before being tied over his Caning Horse for 24 strokes of the cane before being fucked. We had planned another 24 strokes before I would cum but as I wasn't feeling too well by now we abandoned that plan. Next time!
The Club Skip this entry
Made a visit to The Club in town today. Started the fun with 24 Borstal Strap from P, 12 on my rugby shorts and 12 on my naked butt. These last really hurt and I thought maybe my pain threshold was a bit down. The the lovely tingle in my butt told be it was ready for more. I took a couple of real heavy floggings from Bob, quite a lot more Borstal Strap from P and heavy hand and paddle spankings from G and from J. A different G used his new rubber strap on me - now that really is a stinger and I could only cope with twelve, 6 on the shorts and 6 naked.
Best bit of the day - leaning up against the pillar in the middle of the room, completely naked and having my back and arse flogged hard by Bob. Even left cane-like marks on my butt!
24th, 25th & 26th February
2000
A weekend of fun & watersports with V. Skip this entry
Although I have seen V more recently it must have been almost two years since we last played. Consequently we didn't play quite as hard as we had hoped but the weekend was good fun anyway and has re-kindled our interest so we'll get together again soon. Thursday night after we got back from the pub (to tank up for later) I changed into my Boy Scout uniform (the real one from my youth!) and we sat and chatted and poured shandy down us 'cos we were intending a good wet session. When V needed to piss he told me to take the uniform off - in fact I think he stripped me. I kneeled on the floor and he soaked me. Then I was tied up spreadeagled in the doorway, tit-clamps and weights on my tits and got a long CP session. Since Jim's death I don't get regular tit-play so my tits were really sensitive.
Friday we drove down to London to replace an inflatable dildo that had rotted. Mistake - the traffic was appalling and we got back very much later than intended so no time for afternoon play. Thursday evening play had me in grey briefs and tee-shirt which got soaked by V's pissing on me and me pissing myself. From then on I had to piss into my drinks! Tonight I was placed on my punishment bench on my back and my legs attached to chains coming down from the ceiling. This gives V access to my butt, hole, balls, cock and tits! he used tit-clips (very sore!), dildos (including the new inflatable) and a variety of implements to make my butt nice and red! He also continued to soak me with his piss and I couldn't help some of own go and running down onto my chest.
Saturday saw a repeat of Friday plus a session with me tied really stretched out spreadeagled on the floor with tit-clips and weights and ball weights attached via long ropes to my parachute. Sorry, the photos didn't really come out that well. Next time we hope to play with some new catheters I have adapted.
19th February 2000
At the Club with Mac - and After! Skip this entry
I'd offered to give Mac a lift to the Club and it was suggested that we continue to play after we got back to his place. I'd been told to wear my very holey cut-offs and my see-thru camo tee-shirt at the Club so I wore them under a track-suit for the journey. Play at the Club started with a hand spanking from K. I could tell that my pain threshold was very high today! I followed this with P giving me two dozen with a Borstal Strap, the first twelve on the shorts and the second set on naked butt. Nice tingle. Then Bob asked me if I'd brought my flogger, which I had, so he gave me fifty hard strokes across the shoulders with that! I was really in the mood today!
After a chat and a drink I went and found G for a really heavy hand spanking from him. He had to stop before I did! I think that's a first! Not many Tops around today so found Bob and took another fifty lashes with the flogger from him. Then I decided that if I carried on I could well damage myself and ruin it for playtime this evening back at Mac's. When I'm this much in the mood I can get broken skin and not really notice. Decided to just socialise until later.
Stopped off for a take-away meal on the way back to Mac's place and sat and chatted while it re-heated. Once the meal was cleared away Mac started proceedings by telling me to "get naked". This I did and then had to lean over the dining table for some hefty strokes from my Borstal Strap, Lochgelly Tawse and Maple Frat Paddle. Mac is left handed so it was my left cheek that was getting all the punishment as opposed to the right cheek bearing the brunt as usual. Upstairs it continued to be sets of twelve which I had to count - some of them were very heavy and, being on the "wrong" side I found it especially challenging.
I'd been told to bring my biggest dildo and Mac used it to open up my butt-hole slowly. I've only ever taken about half of it before but on this occasion I took almost all of it. This was followed by an attempt to fist me. I was very surprised how far I was able to go as I've had a mental block about being fisted for a few years. He didn't get his hand in but we got so close that I'm sure it'll happen soon. Must be ten years since I was last properly fisted.
Back to C.P. with a variety of implements but my now I was beginning to not enjoy it any more. My butt was raw and blistered and a small bruise was showing at the top of the left cheek. I did try to keep going but Mac realised it was now counter-productive (willie had shrunk to hamster proportions) so decided to stop and concentrate on fucking me. I shot (loads!) just before he came - wow those plastic condoms are fabulous!
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9th February
2000
500 strokes of cane - plus, plus! Skip this entry
If piss fun turns you off, skip this entry! If it doesn't, then click this link to go to the detailed report of this session which involved: 500 strokes of the cane, about 200 assorted other strokes, lots of watersports fun including a catheter scene, plus ball weights and tit-clips and weights. Oh - and a final fuck!
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3rd February 2000
More fun with Mac Skip this entry
At last, Mac and I got the chance to have a session where we were not in a rush. A whole two hours to play with. Meaning time to build up to something serious! Which we did. Unfortunately for you, we were having so much fun we forgot to get the camera out! My instructions were to wear tiny black shorts and leather wrist and ankle restraints. I was also told to "wear" a dildo but, much as I tried, it didn't want to stay put so I substituted for a double-ball butt-plug. It worked (see later).
We started with the usual hand spanking followed by the use of my hand implements - a couple of leather spanking paddles and my Maple paddles. Then I took the shorts off and Mac removed the butt-plug and I leaned over my stool for several sets of twelve hard strokes with my borstal strap, leather paddle (the big one) and some canes. I had to keep count and on more than one occasion almost lost count. Because we were taking it more slowly than usual, Mac was able to be more intense and heavy than usual. After a break to chat and drink we started again - back over the stool for about four dozen hard ones and then I was chained up with my arms outstretched so Mac could use my heavy flogger on my back. After that it was back to the stool where I got a real heavy beating with what felt like every implement to hand, including twelve really hard ones with my Maple Frat Paddle, which felt like I was going to be knocked over! Then I got one of the best fucks of my life! I've never been lifted off the floor like that before! The butt-plug had proved to have worked its magic earlier!
Two days later at the Club I tried to play but my butt was still stinking from Mac's beatings so I decided to just socialise.
2nd February 2000
New Top John Skip this entry
When I say that John is a new top I do mean just that. Not just new to me - new to being a top! We know each other from the Club and from Bob's parties where I have always known John as a fellow bottom or sub, even a slave. But recently John has changed his focus. We played a bit at Bob's last party (see below) but We'd decided to get together one-on-one to see if it could work out.
It did! John came over to my place and I'd been instructed to wear atheletic kit with small white briefs underneath. I chose royal blue running kit. After a bit of a chat we got down to play with a hand spanking over Johns knee and it wasn't very long before I had only the briefs left on. And they didn't last much longer when John started to use some implements such as my Borstal Strap and my new little spanking paddle. None of it was very challenging for me - I guess it will take John a while to work out how heavy he can get with me. But it was very erotic!
26th January 2000
Super Session with Ken Skip this entry
We'd arranged this session the day after our last one in November. Instructions this time were to drop my track pants and briefs immediately on arrival and grab my ankles. So I did that and got twelve hard hand spanks, six on each cheek. Then I had to strip naked, go upstairs into the kitchen and get over the kitchen table. It was a while before Ken came up too and gave me twelve hard strokes with an "Irish Strap".
Then I had to go upstairs to the bedroom and, when Ken followed me and sat on the edge of the bed, I got over his knees for another hard hand spanking followed by (I think) 48 with a wooden bat of some kind. That really hurt, but then it was time for dinner and, as arranged, I changed into my see-thru white shorts and tee-shirt.
Dinner and coffee over and a little time to let it settle while we chatted and then it was back upstairs where I had to kneel on the bed and put my head down on the bed so my butt was well exposed. I got twelve with the strap in that position and then had to get over Ken's caning horse for 24 strokes of the cane before he fucked me. He gave me another twelve cane afterward too and then I was back over his knees for a final spanking and he also wanked me off. A really great session and I even managed to get my head into the "set pieces" which were partly role play. Hope to visit again soon.
21st
& 22nd January 2000
A weekend of Club fun! Skip this entry
Got rather over-booked this weekend. SM Gays at The Hoist in London on Thursday evening (Didn't play 'cos I wasn't feeling too good.) Friday was a birthday party at the Club and Saturday afternoon, of course, was the Club's usual meeting. Friday I helped set up the lighting and the St Andrew's Cross so I had to get there pretty early. Once we'd set up I changed into my little leather pop-sided party shorts and a leather singlet. Discovered that I've lost a lot of weight since I last wore the shorts - they were almost comfortable!
Started play with P using a Borstal Strap for 24 strokes. Glad I'd kept the shorts on, not that they offered much protection, if any! later played with Tim on the cross - using a short cat with 28 tails and also my flogger. we were interrupted just as Tim took my shorts off by the birthday speeches. We played again on the cross later and I can still feel the tingle in my back 36 hours later - lovely! No marks at all though which is good. A couple of guys in leather jeans had a small queue of people waiting to have their butts beaten with a large and very well worn leather paddle. I joined the queue. It was great! Usually big paddles are too big and tend to catch the small of my back or the tops of my thighs but this one seemed to be a perfect fit! I started with twelve on the shorts and twelve naked but didn't count the rest. I finished off with a very erotic hand spanking from K and we agreed to repeat the process tomorrow afternoon when my butt was not so anaesthetised by what it had taken earlier in the evening.
Saturday I got the train back to the Club where I met with some guys who needed signing in as guests. We had lunch in the pub before going down to the Club. The Club was supposed to be hosting a Burn's Supper later on so I'd managed to get hold of a Kilt for the occasion and I changed into it straight away. You're not supposed to wear anything under a kilt - so I didn't. Never worn one before. Strange feeling at first. Started by "christening" the new paddle I bought a couple of weeks ago using Tim's gift voucher. Tim was not there so Bob did the honours with a dozen strokes on bare butt. For a little lightweight paddle it can pack a hell of a punch! Then to K for a nice hand spanking. My butt was still a bit sore from last night so I decided to stick to only hand spankings if possible. Which I did. No less than seven consecutive ones, each getting a bit harder. Mostly with not much of a rest in between. Finished, after a brief rest, with a long hand spanking from G who is, and was, very challenging. How he doesn't hurt his hand amazes me! 24 hours later, typing this, I can still feel the tingle. Hope everything has calmed down by Wednesday as I'm off to see Ken again then!
15th January 2000
First Session This Year Skip this entry
Went down to London to go to the Club, making a detour to Expectations to buy a leather paddle to replace one that has been used so much it has got really floppy and uncontrollable! The new one has a metal reinforced handle so should last a lot longer. Thanks to Tim for the gift voucher given last birthday! Having spent most of the time since New Year's Eve in bed being ill, I was very much in two minds whether I was going to play or not. I know I bruise very easily or my skin breaks if I'm not 100% fit. I hoped to just watch the fun...
Except not many people were playing, so there wasn't a lot to watch. So, after about an hour I changed into little white shorts (I'd gone in skin tight grey jeans) to play. I only played with Tim, both times using the St Andrews Cross and both times only quite briefly (for us). Nevertheless my back this morning is a real mess! Nothing broken but lots of blue and purple bruises. It's not easy putting Arnica cream on your own back you know! Hope they've gone by Friday and I also hope I'm fitter by Friday as there's a special meeting at the Club. Tim, and the cross, will be there!
27th December 1999
Bob's Party - last session of the year! Skip this entry
(I'm writing this up on 10th January - the first day that I've felt like doing anything, having been ill with something like 'flu since New Year's eve.)
We went to see my brother and family on Boxing Day and had car trouble on the way home so almost didn't make Bob's party. Plus I was feeling a bit feverish. But I was also feeling very randy so I drove down to North London in spite of a wrecked wheel bearing. Arrived about seven to find there were six of us. Good mix too - three Tops and three Bottoms! John used to be a Bottom but has recently "converted". Light dinner of cold turkey, ham etc. and then those of us that wanted to change did so while the others washed up. I changed into short, very thin black cotton shorts and a black cap-sleeve tee-shirt. I also put out my collection of "weapons" that I'd taken with me. Bob has plenty but it's always good to have a few duplicates at parties.
First to play with me me was Bob, using my Maple Frat Paddle. And this was no warm up! Twelve heavy swats, the last three of which I almost chickened out of. Now I usually like to warm up gently but this was exactly right for the occasion and my mood at the time. Within a couple of minutes the tingle in my butt was begging for more! So I took a couple of dozen swats of a Borstal Strap from P who I know well from the Club and then some of my big American leather paddle from Bob, which were, again, very challenging indeed - almost knocked me off my feet.
Bit of a rest to watch the others and then John said he wanted to hand spank me, adding that there probably wasn't a lot of point after all I'd had so far. Wrong! In the right hands a hand spanking over a guy's knees can be an incredibly sensual experience and this was certainly the case now. I was really loving it and we went on for a very long time. It amazes me how the spanker's hands don't hurt! I was getting really randy and hard and I very nearly shot my load when he very gently stroked my cock. I guess because I was so close we decided to take a break - the evening was young. So we all went downstairs for a drink and chat.
Back upstairs P and Bob decided to teach John how to correctly use a number of various implements, using me and another P as training ground. It was OK but John was still very hesitant so I wasn't really challenged except when P or Bob were demonstrating. After a while Bob and I left the two Ps to educate John and we went into another room where Bob gave me a very thorough flogging with my flogger. I was getting so much into it that I would have liked to have tried his rubber flogger which is much more of a stinger. Unfortunately it was now getting near the time when I needed to head for home. Before I left, John and I agreed to get together at my place as soon as we can in the new year.
20th December 1999
Mac attacks "distressed" shorts. Skip this entry
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My favourite tight white cotton shorts got ripped at the Club on 4th December and Mac had threatened to complete the process by using CP! I have had the shorts for about 25 years and they weren't new then, so it's not surprising they've worn so thin. They ripped when I bent down to pick up something I'd dropped at the Club. As I was putting them on prior to the session, the other cheek started to rip! Helped, I guess, by Mac's spanking me. Once I was warmed up I bent over using the sofa for support and then was given twelve hard strokes of each of the cane, followed by twelve with my Lochgelly tawse and finally twelve with my American leather paddle. You can see the rosy glow developing! I think we went through that whole routine two or three times - Mac was clearly enjoying himself. Then I needed a short break.
After a break and a drink Mac put me on the sofa on my back and shackled the wrists and ankles so I was kinda bent at the waist with my butt stretched tight and exposed. Not a favourite position of mine as it's not easy for the Top to aim well and strokes often land on bone rather than muscle. Looks good on camera though. He used a variety of implements including a spanking paddle which packs a surprisingly effective punch and, of course another cane. (Sorry - the other pictures taken at this point have serious glitches.) Then I was turned over on my front with my wrists shackled together behind my back. My ankles were shackled together but I was told to keep my knees as far apart as possible. This has the effect of pushing the butt up in the air and making it a very easy and vulnerable target - I love this position! Mac started with bastinado caning and then graduated to the Tawse then my Borstal strap and finally, after the shorts had given way completely, aided by Mac actually ripping them, a lightweight wooden paddle which packs a very nasty sting!
Another short break and I was asked to get my stool and put on my ball parachute and tit-clips. After I'd bent over the stool he hung five pounds on my balls and a pound on my tits. Then he caned me! He tried another pound on my tits and I did cope for a while but the clips slipped off. So he put all twelve pounds of ball weights on the parachute. I was OK for about two minutes with that lot before my knees gave way! So we took the parachute off and then Mac asked me to find my new riding crop. Actually this is very old indeed and is very flexible, being platted leather. It worries me a bit 'cos there's a hard knot at the end but it didn't seem to do too much damage. Finally, my Maple paddle was used to great effect before I got well and truly fucked! Whatever they say about simultaneous orgasm not being the be-all-and-end-all of nookie - it's bloody great when it does happen!
18th December
1999
Christmas at the Club Skip this entry
Today was the Club's Christmas party. We'd been asked to dress up in uniform with a £25.00 prize for the best turn out. Not many guys did but I wore my Boy Scout uniform! Other guys were in school uniforms and one in a Naval uniform. One of the schoolboys won! I decided to start play with D, who is a left-handed hand-spanker. He also had a small tawse with him but I wan't ready for that. He gave me a pretty thorough spanking first on my jockey shorts and then bare butt. Then I went over to find P who had borrowed my borstal strap and was wielding it at anyone who came within range. He gave me 36 strokes but I was protected by my shorts and jockey shorts.
A little later I went back to P for another 36. This time the first 12 were as before (but a good deal harder as I was now warmed up of course) the next 12 I took my shorts off and the final 12 were on naked butt. My butt was really red and stinging by the time he'd finished. (Sorry the Club rightly don't allow cameras.) Then there was the uniform contest, after which I went and changed into thin white cotton shorts and a white singlet (the Boy Scout uniform is far from comfortable.)
I wanted to play with Bob but the place was so crowded that he couldn't swing a cat (geddit!) let alone the flogger or horsewhip that we had to hand. So that pleasure will have to wait until 27th December at his extended Christmas party! I found John who I have seen spanking other guys and he looked to be a pretty mean spanker. He was! He started on my shorts but very soon took them off. I don't know how he doesn't hurt his hand! He went on for ages. By the time he'd finished my butt felt as if I'd had another 72 from the Borstal Strap. Wow! Then I finished off with twelve hard swats from Bob wielding my heavy leather paddle. I only just made it to twelve! Decided then that I'd had enough. I need to be OK for Mac's session on Monday evening - he wants to destroy the shorts which got "distressed" two weeks ago on 4th December.
After the Club about a dozen members gathered in another bar to have dinner. It was great fun. Thanks to everyone who made it such a great day. I poured myself off the train home at about 21:30. Next meeting is not 'till next year. Can't wait!
7th December 1999
Piss & C.P. with Steve Skip this entry
This session had been postponed twice on account of Steve being unwell. No, not me - Steve from West London, the guy who joined in the fun in Amsterdam last summer. We have not played for a very long time so we were both looking forward to it. I'd been told to wear tight white shorts and a white singlet and so that's how I was dressed when Steve arrived. I'd also been told to "tank up" and I was feeling pretty full. We chatted for a while and drank (mostly un-fizzed lemonade). I knew my piss would be very strong at this stage so I had to waste it in the bathroom before we started our session.
The session started with me bent over my punishment stool - a laminated pine bar stool. I don't know what Steve started with but it hurt like hell! Either we were not having a warm up or my threshold was very down again. Maybe a bit of both. Anyway, things settled down after a while and Steve used a variety of implements, including my new paddle, both on the very thin shorts and on my naked butt. Then he pulled my shorts back up and I felt the hot trickle of Steve's piss on my tenderized butt! Great feeling! He got me to kneel down so he could piss over me properly. Wow! - was he full! After he'd soaked my kit - and I do mean soaked - he stood in front of me and pissed on my lips. "Open up". So I did and he pissed into my mouth for several seconds. Then he pushed my head down so I was kneeling doggy-fashion and proceeded to soak my hair with his stream. Now unless I'm really on cloud nine I usually hate having my head pissed over - but there was just so much piss coming and coming that I really had little option except one which would ruin the session!
We don't like camera work to intrude on sessions too much so the pix we took are sub-brilliant. But we thought the piss-soaked shorts looked hot so we took a pic and then one of my butt while I was drying off. You can see the weak spot on my right cheek that caused us a problem later on. After a brief break to warm up and tank up we started phase two of the session - spreadeagled in the doorway. I put my parachute on and then Steve chained my ankles to the hooks in the wooden frame - as far apart as I could go. Then ditto with the wrists - I was really stretched. I love that position but it can't last long as hands go numb and that's not safe. Steve put some tit-clips on me, mild ones until they're tweaked and then they get quite jumpy. Gradually he put five and a half pounds of weights on the parachute. He kept kicking the weights and kept them moving all the time. Once he lifted them up and dropped them! Not before he'd given me a chance to say "No" though! He also used a cane and the cat on my chest and tits.
The third and final session started with me bending over the stool again. Using a variety of implements Steve got a nice glow going in my butt - mostly using the new paddle and then bastinado with a cane followed by 12 hard strokes from the cane. Then, to my surprise, he fucked me! (The new "Avanti" condoms are really brilliant by the way - if I hadn't heard him putting it on I would have thought he was bareback!) After that he told me to stand up close to the stool and then he, gently at first, started to cane my cock. It was fantastic - hurt like hell of course but I was loving it! I think he wanted me to shoot while he was caning it, but it was soon clear that this wasn't going to happen. So it was back over the stool for another hard caning. Then the session had to come to an abrupt halt - the weak spot on my butt broke and I started to bleed. House rules - blood = end of C.P. So we had to stop - just as were really beginning to enjoy ourselves!
4th December
1999
Club Meeting Skip this entry
Bit of a last-minute decision to go to the Club today. Quick change into tight white (too tight!?) shorts and white singlet - track suit on top for the journey. The trains were in a mess 'cos of engineering but I got the 14:19 which got me into London for 14:45, then a ten minute walk to the Club where guys were pretty thin on the ground for that time of day. As I bent down to take my track suit bottoms off I felt the shorts rip! Well they are very old - about thirty years? Either my right cheek is getting too fat or those shorts were just too tight! Pix after 20th December - Mac wants to cane the remnants off my butt! Anyway, back to the Club. It didn't take me too long to work out that the St Andrew's Cross we had at the birthday party was still around so we found the key to the store and I put the cross up. I think I was the only one to use it - twice!
Started about ten minutes into play-time. I had some wrist and ankle restraints and Bob helped me put them on. Then I stripped and Bob tied me to the cross and proceeded to flog my back with my heavy flogger. Forty strokes was enough for me and then he used my new heavy paddle on my butt - wow, that thing really hurts! Next he used my Borstal Strap and I was surprised to find it was more thump than sting - I guess the paddle had somewhat anaesthetised me! Finally another dozen with the flogger and it was time to take a break. There was quite a lot of action going on so I wandered around for a while just watching the fun. Then I met up with Jack who I'd not seen for a long time. He had a black leather strap or tawse which he used to great effect on my butt for about ten minutes. Hope we can get together for a proper session soon.
Another session on the cross with Bob - much the same as before except that someone was also playing with my tits and my cock, which was nice! Then B interrupted Bob and asked if he could have a go at me with his belt. Bob asked me and I agreed but it became clear straight away that B was not used to dealing with someone in a standing position. B is usually as accurate as Bob but most of these were landing far too high. So, we got me off the cross and I bent over a chair to get B's belt, which felt really good this time. The he used a leather strap and also my own goat-skin strap which is all sting and not very heavy. B was able to put all his effort into using it without much danger that I would get blistered or bruised. very entertaining for all concerned - especially me! All in all, a great Club meeting. Can't wait till 18th December, the last Club meet of the century!
30th November 1999
Birthday Session with Mac Skip this entry
Mac missed my Birthday Thrash in London last week (see below) so we planned for a session yesterday. That one went pear shaped too so I e-mailed Mac to say Tuesday would be OK. Only I didn't get any e-mail back in confirmation so I assumed it was off. Until I got a phone call saying he was fifteen minutes away and was I ready. Well I wasn't ready - I'd been told to strip naked, put on my wrist and ankle straps and shove a butt-plug up myself! Well - I had fifteen minutes and I was certainly in the mood for a session! First priority was to strip and shave my butt - stubble can be very painful for a spanker, then I sorted out the butt-plug and sat down to keep it in while I put on the cuffs. When I got up to start sorting a few toys out the plug stayed in place. Having not used dildos and plugs for about three months I was quite pleased about that!
So - I was all ready as instructed when the door-bell rang. Pretty well straight away I was over Mac's knees for a warm up hand-spanking followed by a leather spanker and a tiny maple paddle which stings like hell! Then it was the first set of what would become 50 strokes of the cane. Twelve hard strokes which I had to count out. This was followed by Mac's introduction to my new paddle which I brought back from the States last month. We both like it! (See picture.)
After that we had a bit of a rest and chat and then back into the fray with my Lochgelly Tawse. (See picture.) When I first inherited this I didn't like it at all - I have always been rather scared by Tawses. But I'm getting used to the sensation now at last. I'm not sure of the running order from here but I know I took a pretty heavy beating from a range of implements and Mac also used a large dildo up me as well. There were a further two sets of twelve hard strokes of the cane, bringing the total to 36 and then a final set of 14 to bring the total to 50. (See picture.) Finally I got twelve very hard swats with my Maple frat paddle, which got me jumping and then a final twelve with a cane before I kneeled on the floor, doggy fashion, for a good hard fuck. Simultaneous orgasm may not be the prime aim of having nookie but - when it does happen - wow!!!!!
26th November 1999
The Birthday Party! Skip this entry
I'd booked the basement bar of a large pub in London - a place we could play. About fifty guys had said they would come along but in the event only thirty turned up. But those that attended had a great time! I'd managed to get hold of a St Andrew's Cross and had erected it against one of the pillars holding the ceiling up. It only just fitted. Although I was Birthday Boy I wasn't, in the event, much in the mood to play as I'd had a really stressful day and I was also stressed by running the event. To meet and greet guests upstairs I wore my army squaddie's uniform but once we were all assembled I changed into white cotton shorts and tee-shirt.
Warm up with M. Started with hand spanking on the shorts then on bare butt then I leaned over a chair for ten swats of each of five implements he had - the last one of which was really a stinger! Then Tim took me to the cross and tied me up to it and proceeded to whip my back with a selection of whips and floggers. After a few minutes he ripped off my tee-shirt and continued on my bare back. This was hurting me more than I'd expected - and more, I think, than Tim was expecting. I was very disappointed as I had been looking forward to some really heavy action tonight! But it's best not to push it if the mood and pain threshold just aren't there. Even a hard hand-spanking from G, which usually turns me on and gets me going, failed to do the usual and G said how surprised he was that he'd got me beat so soon! Nevertheless I did, towards the end, ask Bob to give me fifty with my flogger and wow, did he lay them on hard! I stripped naked and gripped hold of the cross - no need to tie me and someone was waiting to use it. There was no break - just fifty heavy swats, the last ten or so of which were really more than I should have been taking! But I had to do something. I stayed naked till the end of the evening and that felt great. It's good to be fifty and still have a bod worth guys staring at (for the right reasons that is.)
At least two other guys played on the cross so it had been far from a waste of time and effort to procure it. I suspect it may become a feature of future Club events! Thanks to everyone who came along and played. Thanks to everyone who bought me a drink and to everyone for coming along to make the event a success.
Party "Rehearsals" at the Club skip this entry
Getting into the final stages of planning my birthday party at the Club, I went into town today to try to give out as many invitations as I could to the guys at the Club. It looks like there will be fifty or more of us which is about ideal. Saving myself for Friday, I hadn't intended to play at the Club very much but I was so bouyed up by everyone's enthusiasm that I played rather a lot! Started off with P giving me a warm up with his Bortsal Strap. Total of 36 strokes, the last twelve pretty hard. This followed by 50 strokes of my own heavy flogger across my shoulders, administered by Bob.
Bit or a rest and chat and drink and then back into the fray for more of the same, this time 48 hard swats from P's Strap and another fifty from Bob with my flogger, same as last set but substantially harder. I was loving it! People kept buying me drinks but I wasn't tipsy enough for that to be the reason my pain threshold was so high! I was just in the right mood though I did keep declining the cane as I anticipate getting lots of that on Friday and, as it usually marks me, I want to have a pristine butt on Friday. I had taken my new toy - a heavy leather paddle stiffened with a metal strip inside it, purchased in the USA. Everyone seemed to be amused by this and, of course, had to try it out. So I sort of went in for a phase of several guys using it on me, one after the other - including D, one of the organisers of the Club who doesn't usually get the chance to play. This paddle packs a punch even when not wielded very hard - I was almost knocked over by a couple of swats! Went to check out my butt in the mirror - surprised to see no damage.
Then G beckoned me over his knees for one of his really long, hard spankings after which I took another rest, followed by another of G's spankings! Then someone handed G a small leather paddle which he started to use but he needed me to stand up and bend over so he could get a proper swing. I took about three or four dozen but I wasn't enjoying the last ones as I was really getting worried about the state of my cheeks! Decided to call it a day. However, right at the end of the Club session D wanted to use a very old Lochgelly Tawse on me. As I'd had a good rest and D can be very persuasive I agreed. I think D had noticed a small sore spot starting on my right cheek and I think he was trying to miss it. As he was also working back-handed the result was that most of the twelve hard strokes landed very high and I chickened out of any further fun by putting my track-suit back on. (I'd stripped down to royal blue running shorts and vest at the start of Club - much of the time they had spent on the floor!!)
Well - it feels like it was a great rehearsal for the party on Friday 26th. I'm glad I played quite hard as I hope it's toughened me up for what I know is going to be a challenging evening. Why has just about everybody threatened to give me sets of fifty I wonder?!
18th November 1999
Back to Ken Skip this entry
I'd not seen Ken for about 18 months, mainly because it's an awkward and time-consuming drive through traffic to get to his place in West London. His forte back then was mainly to cane me over his caning horse and then fuck my hot butt - all good fun. We recently started to catch up with e-mails and decided to get together again. My instructions were to wear tight jeans and tee-shirt and briefs. Anything additional to that I was to remove as soon as I arrived, including footwear. I was also to bring with me white, see-thru, shorts and tee shirt. I also packed (by arrangement) some of my fave straps and paddles.
I arrived a little later than the agreed 1900hrs - traffic. Followed Ken upstairs to the bedroom where I took off my sweatshirt and my trainers & sox. Then it was over Ken's knees for the warm-up spanking on my jeans. Twelve hand, twelve paddle and twelve Irish strap. Then I had to take my jeans off for the same set of 36 and finally strip naked for the final set of 36. Then I got "dressed" in the white see-thru kit and we chatted while Ken prepared dinner. Ken does not believe in drawing curtains and I felt a little uncomfortable knowing that neighbours could look in and see me kitted out in see-thru kit. But after a while I began to enjoy the idea and stayed half-hard all the time!
After dinner it was back upstairs and strip naked for twelve of my new heavy leather paddle, followed by twelve of my Borstal Strap and finally twelve hard strokes of Ken's cane - all tied over his caning horse. Then Ken fucked me slowly - lovely!
Just as I was leaving Ken's place my mobile phone went off. "Where are you?" I recognised W's voice. I told him. "Have you cum?", I told him I had. "Are you still frisky?" I told him I was. "Strip off naked and drive home naked - I'll see you at the back door. Stay naked from the car to your flat." Instant hard-on! I stopped the car and stripped off, stuffing my clothes into my bag. I drove all the way home naked and even walked from the car to my flat - about 150 yards - naked, hoping no-one would see me. W was sitting outside the back door, waiting for me. I didn't feel the cold at all, even though it was almost freezing. "Kneel here!". W let a stream of hot piss all over me, right outside my back door! - then I started to feel cold. We went inside, I had a quick rub down with a towel and then got a short but really hard hand spanking followed by a very hard, animalistic, fuck from W on the sofa. He left immediately afterwards - he likes to do it all a bit impersonally. All in all - a great evening's entertainment, especially as it ended with a spontaneous "quickie"! Quite amazing - I've not seen W for about four years! Astonishing how strands of one's past suddenly cum together! Wow!, what a night. Hope it happens again sometime soon!
13th November 1999
Quiet time at The Club Skip this entry
I needed to promote my party so went down to The Club even though I was still not back on best form and still had a sore spot on my butt which might easily break (it didn't). Not many there when I got there but a few more came in including three Tops who I have played with before. I intended to get a warm-up spanking from K but, when I bent over he started wielding a rather nasty Lochgelly three-tailed tawse! Not a warm up implement at all and I could only take ten. I thought it would be prudent to just socialise as I really do want to be fully fit for my party. Then M arrived and offered to play so we went back downstairs where he started with a warm-up spanking on my faded black shorts, then on my naked butt. Then he got me to stand and bend forward over a chair while he used a selection of straps and paddles on me - either ten or twenty swats with each and each getting heavier than the last. I was getting really turned on and could have taken more but the sore spot was bothering M.
About half an hour later G beckoned to me to get over his knees - which I did. After a few on my shorts he got me to strip then off so he could really work on my butt. I don't know how he doesn't hurt his hand. I lost count somewhere around 250! When he'd done hand-spanking me he wanted to borrow some of M's implements and have be bending over a chair. I'm afraid I declined the offer - I was feeling too exhausted to go for a really heavy scene. But he is coming to my party!
9th November
1999
Recovering with Jim Skip this entry
Since coming back from the States I have been really ill with a cold, sinusitis and a chest infection. So - no play! This was my first session and I know I'm not fully over being ill so Jim (West London Jim, not USA Jim) and I agreed to take it pretty easily. I know my skin is prone to break easily if I'm under par. Well, we had a good time although we didn't do all that was planned. Started with 100 strokes - 20 of each of five implements, the final set being a cane. The others were leather paddles and straps and a flogger. Things seemed to be OK so we repeated the set but a good deal heavier this time. 200 swats so far.
After a break we did the set twice again, using somewhat more severe implements - big leather paddle, fraternity paddle, horsewhip, borstal strap and finally a stiff cane. This was more challenging than I'd expected but the old butt was not showing signs of damage so we took another break and then did a session using just the heavy leather paddle (purchased in Washington, DC) on the butt and the horsewhip on the back. Fifty strokes of each! 500 so far in all. The whip hurt like hell after the first few strokes but it was turning me on! When we finished that Jim started using the first cane on my butt in sets of twenty but we had to stop at about sixty strokes because Jim thought my skin was about to break. In the morning there was still a tender spot on the right cheek - a sure sign that Jim's judgment had not been wrong. Mind you 560 swats is not bad going, considering I am still recovering from being so low. Can' t wait 'till the Club on Saturday when I should be feeling even more fit!
Holiday in America (Separate report, click this link) Skip this entry
I've tried hard not to make this just another travelogue but more a description of sessions AND there are plenty of pix. Except for one pic they are all higher resolution than I've been using on this site to date Fifteen pix are posted . If you only want to see the pix click here. But I suggest you read through the report where the pix are also linked in context. Thanks to everyone involved for making it such a great holiday!
25th September 1999
Paddling at The Club Skip this entry
I'd tentatively agreed last week to meet up with Al who is very much into Fraternity Paddles. He is also from the USA. I have been in a cyber fraternity for over a year but have only completed one of several "ordeals" that will make me a full member. The reason I'd not even thought about completing the second ordeal is that it involves swapping roles. I don't like hitting guys and I would have to if I were to complete the ordeal. Al, however, was keen to take me through the ordeal.
So - I found D who is a left-handed spanker for my warm-up while Al was getting his warm up while preaching the virtues of the frat paddle to anyone who could hear - which was most guys on account of his buzz-saw timbre! (Don't get me wrong, I really like the guy but he would agree that the phrase "that loud American" which was being freely used about him does fit the bill.)
So, down to business. The idea is that the two guys swap swats until either one has to give up or at least fifteen minutes have passed. To pass the ordeal I needed to either cause Al to give up (no chance!) or to make the fifteen minutes. We started by changing over swat for swat but after a while we decided to swap every two, then three, then five, then ten so after ten minutes we were changing over every ten swats. Not being particularly used to the paddle I was finding this a bit challenging and not sure I was going to make the fifteen minutes. I knew I wasn't going to break Al as I don't like topping guys and could not hit as hard as he could take. Five minutes to go we changed to a heavier paddle and, to my surprise, I got into that one much better than the lighter one. Well, you can guess the rest - yes, I completed the ordeal after eighty swats and fifteen (just over) minutes when we declared a draw. After half an hour's rest I was ready for more and found K and then G (see 14th August) for some good hard hand spanking. Finally, back to Al for ten hard swats with the heavy paddle, the last of which nearly knocked me over. Then he persuaded me to take another ten after he'd taken another fifty. These last ten were a real challenge for me but at least Willie had been showing an interest throughout the whole meeting and dutifully stood to attention for the last few swats. Mended at last! Thanks Al.
22nd September
1999
Session at home with Jack Skip this entry
I wasn't going to write this up but, in the interests of being as honest as I can, I thought I'd better. This was my third session with Jack who has to travel quite a distance to get to me. He is into piss fun as well as C.P. He rang me at work to ask if I could be free early in the evening for a session. Knowing how difficult it is to set up session with him I agreed and was able to take much of the afternoon off work to get myself and my flat ready for a session. Jack arrived at about 17:40 and we had a bite to eat before starting into the session. Now don't get me wrong - Jack is a very good and accurate Top and the hiatus that ensued was entirely down to me. Whatever Jack did - and he tried most tricks that usually work - nothing would turn me on! I could take the beatings OK, including one set of 100 strokes with the cane given as eight sets of ten and a final set of 20, but nothing was having any effect on Willie at all. Maybe Willie does have a persona not congruent with my own after all! So, anyway, we decided to call a truce at about 20:00, but not until Jack had screwed me! And even then the bloody thing refused to wake up.
To add insult, the following morning it woke up at about 05:00 and refused to quit!
The Club - No Play! Skip this entry
Went to the Club again today but didn't play - well only to get twelve strokes of a leather strap from P. They were enough to convince me that I'd not sufficiently recovered from Monday's session! I decided that, rather than watch and get frustrated I'd do better to leave. I needed to get away early anyway to go see the family. Sorry I've nothing more entertaining for you! And nothing in the pipeline either!
13th September 1999
New top; great session! Skip this entry
About a week ago I got a call from a Top who goes to the Club, keen to meet up with me. It was looking like our schedules were against us but he rang today saying someone had not turned up and would I like to go over (he is about 40 minutes away in North London). Well, I was feeling very randy so of course I agreed! M (yes, yet another M!) has a small but very well equipped dedicated play room. Looking round it quickly it looked like M's specialities are straps, whips and canes. Anyway, we chatted for about half an hour and then M told me to strip slowly and then he took me back to his "dungeon".
In my experience, first sessions are usually something of a let-down but this turned out to be a brilliant and very heavy session! He warmed me up over his knee with his hand, a selection of gym shoes, a small hairbrush and a paddle and then it was over to the wall bars for some more serious stuff involving thin willow canes. This stung like hell but, to my surprise, left no marks at all! After this he stood me in the middle of the room and attached clips to my nipples and two to my foreskin. Then he proceeded to whip my cock and balls with a selection of tiny whips and floggers. Even though this hurt like hell it stood to attention and, very unusually for me, oozed loads of pre-cum! Especially when he started to take the four clips off again! Then it was face down over a padded bench so he could get at my butt with greater force and accuracy! He went through his entire (large) collection of leather straps of various sizes, shapes, thickness and lengths. Some were really hurting but I had to call a halt on only one. Generally it was six or twelve swats from each, depending on it's weight. But one really heavy strap I only took two - he was putting quite a lot of force into proceedings!
Then we broke for about half an hour for refreshments and further chat and than back over the bench to "warm up" again with some of the straps. This time of course they felt much more "stingy" as they do after you take a break. Some of the straps that had felt OK before the break now felt really nasty! So, he put me up against the wall-bars so he could get at my shoulders with his whips - of which he also has a large collection, each of which had to be tried. I was allowed, however, to view each one before it was used and several of the single-tailed whips I decided to postpone to a future date - I was aware that I was getting very tired and I know the skin on my back can break when I'm tired - don't know why.
So, he got me to kneel on the floor and started to use a riding crop on my tits. Instant erection of course (mine are hard-wired to my cock!) but still very painful. He put the clips back on my tits and hung some weights from them. For a while this was OK but quite soon Willie told us that this was going too far for me so he took the clips off again and used his fingers to massage my tits till Willie came back to life. Then back over the bench to finish proceedings with the canes.
I didn't cope well with the canes. I was exhausted and my butt had been under various implements for the best part of three hours now. I was getting very jumpy. Aware of my problem, M switched to a bastinado technique - less hard but fairly rapid strokes of the cane. This always gets me going when the Top knows how to do it properly! M knew. I shifted position on the bench to give him the very best access to my butt, I spread my legs as best I could as I drifted off somewhere close to CP heaven - and of course my cock became rock hard and again started oozing loads of pre-cum. In fact I thought I was about to shoot my load when the bastinado started to get gradually less and less severe, and then stopped. M told me that it had lasted ten minutes - I had no idea he was timing it! We were both pretty well exhausted by now so tacitly agreed to call it a day and we both got dressed. I did want to cum but I realised I was probably too shattered to make it.
This was one of the best ever first sessions I've experienced. I hope he'll want me back! Watch this space...
Al Fresco Session with M & M Skip this entry
One of the Ms is Mac (see below) and the other will remain just M for the time being. He lives out in the country about an hour and a half's drive from me and has a huge secluded garden, ideal for playing in. I arrived a little late but Mac had phoned to say he'd be very late so this gave me chance to sit and chat with M and have a relaxing beer. Last time we'd met we necessarily went straight into a CP session without introductions etc - I don't much like that. I drove down wearing a very tight pair of white tennis shorts and a black polo shirt. I was feeling sexy and hoped I looked it too!
M had just started giving me a hand spanking to warm me up - which I was enjoying - when Mac arrived. He went off to change while M continued to warm me up. Then I got to watch Mac being spanked and then we repaired to the garden with a box of implements to play al fresco.
I really got into the session and really got turned on by the various beatings - mostly with the cane, a riding crop and a leather strap. It was good watching Mac getting it too and part of the time he was topping me together with M so I was getting double doses - Mac would work on my back or tits while M worked on my butt - fantastic! See pix.
Back indoors we used a ladder (see pix) as a kind of whipping post and the riding crop was the weapon of choice on account of limited space. Both Mac and I could hardly take enough! Writing this 24 hours later my butt is still sore - very unusual for me. Mac was beginning to cut but M's expert aim prevented further damage. Then it was time to leave! But not before Mac had given me a short, hard, fuck. For some reason not unallied to stage-fright, mine refused to shoot; does that sometimes, especially with new guys. Have made provisional booking with M for next week.
6th &
7th September 1999
Repeat of session with Jim (See 9/10 August) Skip this entry
This was supposed to be a carbon copy of the session we had on 9th and 10th August. Unfortunately it was really hot and humid and neither of us was feeling particularly randy. Still, we started with a ball-weights session. I started with one pound hanging from the parachute and Jim added a pound every two minutes. I started to get horny around five pounds and I took 10 pounds of weights before I had to ask Jim to take them off again. Also, we did have two sessions of 100 strokes of various implements each and Jim pissed over me twice. We watched videos and chatted and I went to bed with a sore arse after another hundred strokes of the cane! In the morning I got another caning, both on my butt and on my stomach - which I am beginning to enjoy these days.
3rd September 1999
Y-fronts for Colin Skip this entry
Not been feeling too good today so came home early and went to bed very early. Woke up again at about 2015 to find a message from Colin on the answering machine, "If you're up for it, arrive my place this evening wearing only y-fronts and vest between nine and nine fifteen." What he means is to leave my flat, walk to the car (about 30 yards) parked at the rear of the flats, make the half-hour drive to Colin's, park at the rear of his flats and walk from the car to the entrance of his flats (about 50 yards) and then to his front door - all wearing just y-fronts (jockey shorts) and a singlet! Well, plus footwear for the driving. So I did that! Arrived at his place about 2110 with a big stiffy - this dressing down stuff is quite a turn-on in itself!
Short chat then into the bedroom to play. He just got me to lie down on the bed and started with a large leather paddle - twelve on each cheek then a tawse and then onto a rather small but very vicious little paddle which certainly got me jumping! Then he took off the y-fronts and started the set again. Everything was in sets of twelve, sometimes twelve per cheek but mostly six per cheek. Must have been at least twenty sets as Colin kept changing implements. He played without a break for just over half an hour, obviously enjoying himself. As was I - I stayed hard almost all the time, especially when he started bastinado with the cane on my butt - I do love that and got really turned on, lifting my butt off the bed to meet the cane. With my butt in the air it was too much temptation for Colin and he stopped caning and started rimming me and gently wanking me! Lovely! I shot my load quite quickly. It felt very odd going home wearing only underwear!
27th August 1999
C P Party. Skip this entry
Yes, it really has been eleven days since my last C P session! This evening consisted of a dinner party followed by a couple of hours C P play hosted by Bob in North London. There were seven of us, two tops, two bottoms and three who could be either. An excellent mix. After an excellent dinner we repaired up to the bedrooms to play. I just watched at first but after a while I began to get jealous so I got on the bed face down for Paul to warm me up with his wide strap, after which it was Bob's turn to to use his heavy strap. Described as a "Canadian Borstal" strap it is heavier than the one I am used to and I nearly wimped out after the first few. But Bob eased up a bit to give me a chance to get used to it before he began to build up the power again. When he'd finished my butt was nice and red and very hot and I was as exhausted as him!
Bit of a rest and a can of Coke and I was ready for P to use his slightly lighter strap, identical to my own Borstal Strap. As I'm used to this one I enjoyed it much more than the earlier beating and even I was slightly surprised at how hard I could take it! That put me in the mood for a flogging. Bob has a flogger identical to my own favourite except that it's rubber and hurts one hell of a lot more. I did my best and everyone was impressed but I've made a mental note to take my own next time. At least to warm up with.
Such was the pattern for the next hour when guys started to leave and I drove home with that lovely tingling in my butt and across my shoulders and looking forward to what is going to be a severe session on Monday evening!
16th August 1999
Mac Strikes Again! Skip this entry
Mac visits me after work. Via e-mail we'd agreed a time and what I should be wearing when he arrives (this time just tight white shorts and my leather wrist and ankle restraints). Not surprisingly he was rather late having been held up in traffic. This is never good for me as it means that we have to rush the session - so no time for a warm-up! Indeed - we started with 24 strokes of the cane! Followed by 24 with a Lochgelly tawse, this time without the shorts. I don't usually get into starting off heavily but I did enjoy it this time. Then we played with some dildos - including a very long one, before some more heavy CP (tawse and borstal strap) before Mac fucked me really hard. At the end of the session (just 90mins) my butt felt like leather but it soon calmed down again - the way it does - and felt OK again by next morning.
14th August 1999
At the Club Skip this entry
Unlike last week the Club was empty when we arrived. (T had rung the previous evening to ask if I'd take him - I wasn't intending to go otherwise.) Just a few guys sat chatting. But by the time the plat started there were enough people to make it worthwhile staying - including G from last week. Started with T using his big leather paddle on me for ages until I was really warmed up - then switched to small wooden paddle which really got me jumping! Finished with short tawse which wasn't as bad as it looked. All this over T's knees. Then I stood so he could try out my Maple paddle which is pretty heavy.
Then a rest followed by a hard spanking from G which left me sweating and breathless. Then I found K who I have played with way back at a different club. He had a large but lightweight wooden paddle. It was really great and, for the first time, I got really hard, helped by K occasionally stroking my butt-hole and cock as well as my butt cheeks.
Then another long break to look at the fun before returning to G for the big finish. This was the hardest hand-spanking I've ever had! I got hard straight away! But the spanking was so hard I lost it - and that's very unusual indeed for me!
9th & 10th August 1999
Master Jim for S & M plus Early Riser! Skip this entry
This long session was postponed from the previous week on account of my new computer not working! Arrived at Jim's place about 1900 and was staying through 'till midday next day. Was feeling very randy and my cock stood to attention as soon as Jim touched my tits! Started with 100 strokes of cane, in batches of 20. Took that OK but I'd lost my stiffy but even so agreed to another 200 with a different cane. After that he put some tit-clamps on me and hung some weights, 26oz in total, on them. Also had parachute round balls and 12lbs hung off that but not for long - sticky evening and the thing was sliding down too far . Then the hot evening got to us both - neither of us could get it up! I was sent into the shower room where he pissed all over me and when I dried off we did try some more tit-work which re-awakened things for a while but not for long and the next CP session was a disaster for me as I just couldn't get into it. Sensing this Jim got me to turn over and he wanked all over my chest and then we just watched the box before retiring.
Jim got up long before me and I was sort of drifting in and out of light sleep when he came into the room and told me to turn over onto my front. I knew what this meant and was surprised to get an instant hard on. He started to cane my butt and I started to push my butt up off the bed. I do that when I'm really turned on by CP. It was a very long caning, all in batches of 20 so I guess at least a couple of hundred but I was loving it! By the end I was almost kneeling on the bed but with my head and chest still down on it! Then he turned me over and started to cane my belly! Even then I stayed rock hard all through though it was hurting like hell. Then one final caning on my butt and I was really exhausted so he made me turn over and wank myself off, which didn't take long at all. For the first time in years I heard the gentle plop of cum on pillow! Wow!
7th August 1999
At the Club Skip this entry
The Club was absolutely packed today - maybe 'cos there wasn't a meeting last week. So packed that it was impossible for Top Men to use things like floggers. Shame - I'd taken my favourite flogger and was hoping for very heavy session with G. We tried, but it was too dangerous in terms of flicking bystanders in the face and then not being able to aim properly due to lack of space so we gave up. However I got a number of spankings including a very heavy one from G - I don't know how it doesn't really hurt his hand! I shall return to him in the future.
I also finished up with a very heavy belting from B who is a very spectacular Top to watch. I wish there were mirrors there! I wonder if he's any good with a flogger next time he comes to the Club. I'll e-mail him and ask!
26th July 1999
At home with Mac Skip this entry
Mac rang this afternoon so say that, unusually, he could be free. Could I be in by 1930? We agreed 20:00 and I was to be naked except for wrist and ankle restraints (leather) and tight white shorts. Started with hand spanking on shorts augmented by leather spanking paddle and frat paddle. Then to try new bondage position giving excellent access to arse! Needs working on but took plenty of cane while trying it! Then on to the bench for a long session with Borstal Strap, XH Tawse and my new cane (quite a stiff one and rather good!).
Mac really got into caning me (good thing he's left-handed!) and strokes were mainly in sixes and twelves. Then we used dildos, including my biggest one - though I needed an extra twelve cane before it would go in! Then more caning before being fucked and allowed to wank off. All good clean fun!
22nd July 1999
Short Session with master Jim Skip this entry
Last-minute decision to go and see my longest-standing Top, Jim. He lives in West London so not a huge drive (about half an hour) away. Rang him late afternoon - OK to go. Had an evening meeting at work so I chaired it to move the business along! Shaved etc prior to meeting (Jim insists I have smooth shaved arse, balls, stomach & arm pits and sometime shaved pubes as well!) so just needed to rush home to change into track-suit (nothing else!) before driving down.
Very randy when I got there and got very hard when Jim started playing with my tits and squeezing my balls hard! CP started with our usual "three card trick" when we select at random three cards from an ordinary deck and use them to work out a protocol for the first warm-up session. Anyway we settled for seven implements and twenty strokes of each, total 140 strokes. In order, implements were: leather strap, borstal strap, flogger, frat paddle, cat, HX tawse & "tiger" cane. The frat paddle was the worst but I agreed to take a further twenty with the cane and with another, heavier, cane - 200 strokes in all (though forty had been on the back). Rest, drink and watch video and then Jim played with my tits as hard as I could take - which got me very hard and produced loads of pre-cum. Then back for much more caning. Sorry, lost count! Must have been about 150 at a guess. Quite a short session for us - usually start around 1900 and go on 'till 0100 on and off. But two hours very well spent. Finished by Jim tossing off over my chest while I wanked myself. Very messy! - Lovely! Must try and set up a longer session soon, didn't have time for watersports tonight.
Driving back with tingling bum, I was getting hard again by the time I got home. So...
17th July 1999
Heavy scene with Tim Skip this entry
Drove 120 miles yesterday to come and see my Brother's family for the weekend. Added extra, not far from family is Tim, a switch-hitter who has a very well equipped playroom. Had arranged to go round and see him this evening. Arrived not in the best frame of mind for a session; family tensions running quite high but I won't bore you with the details. Suffice to say that my head was not where it needed to be but then I knew that there was a good possibility that Tim would be able to put that right.
Arrived on time and immediately stripped and changed into little leather pop-sided shorts which I know Tim likes very much. We sat and chatted and had a drink for about an hour before going up to the playroom. Started on the St Andrew's Cross with a large Frat Paddle. Quite a challenging start! After a while, when my hands were beginning to get numb (a persistent problem for me) we changed to a long, narrow punishment bench. After a while Tim popped my shorts undone and took them off me. He then noticed a large spot right at the top of my right thigh where the arse joins the leg, right on the fold. Amazingly, in trying to avoid this spot he didn't over-compensate but then this did mean that all the strokes from then on tended to be necessarily pretty well in the same place (except, of course, when he used the whips on my back). I was now beginning to get my head into the session but not enough. When we took a break and I was offered more wine, I partook rather enthusiastically.
Next thing I recall is being woken up in the morning and then, of course, being fucked; which was great. But I am pretty ashamed of myself for ruining what was promising to be a great session. Next time I won't mix family and S&M in the same weekend. For me to really get into a S&M session I need to be able to de-stress and I don't have a strategy for doing that during a short drive. Watch this space though - I hope to meet up with Tim again on August 7th in London!
10th July 1999
Heavy scene at the Club Skip this entry
I'd arranged to go to The Club (see "Reports") to meet up with R who is visiting the UK from Australia. Had a session with him at The Club two weeks ago. Very heavy paddling with wooden and plastic paddles. Two days later some of the skin on my right cheek peeled off just like sunburn! So, not done much for past two weeks in anticipation of today. Very hot today so wore very short shorts and a singlet, no underwear of course. Decided to start the afternoon gently and sought out a left-handed guy who is usually at The Club and is a great hand-spanker. Nicely warmed up I went to find R.
R pulled down the shorts before starting. Hand spanking to start and then he used the paddles - but he'd decided in advance not to use the plastic one which had probably caused the problem two weeks ago. I was glad about this - I was still very tender, but only in one small area. Fairly brief session then a short rest, a drink, and then approached P who was holding a "Borstal Strap" identical to my own.
P was chatting with N who I'd not met before. N was holding a VERY heavy strap which he offered to use. Feeling the weight of it, I declined but agreed to 12 of P's strap. N wanted these to be naked but I opted for the first ones at least to be on the shorts. Took 12 strokes and then removed the shorts. Took a further 24, much appreciated by N and a few other onlookers. Was feeling quite sore by now but agreed to take six from N's heavy strap!
First two strokes were very low down and I almost wimped out of any more but stroke three was fine - I even started to get hard! I took a total of twelve in all but that really was my limit. That strap is certainly challenging and I didn't see anyone else taking it for the rest of the meeting! Back to the bar for a chat and for my cheeks to calm down a bit before finding R again.
Second paddling from R was harder than the first but I wasn't feeling quite so sore as I was for the first one. Lost count of strokes somewhere around fifty. Later on, right at the end of the meeting I got another twelve very hard swats from R, by way of a parting gift. He probably won't be back in the UK for two years or more. Shame!
