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21st December
2002 31 Club Xmas Thrash Skip this entry
I'd made arrangements with Master D to play with him at 31 Club, which I'd not done since I introduced him to the Club three weeks ago. We discussed what I am allowed and not allowed to receive (still nothing with any intrinsic weight on my butt). His armoury was mostly heavy leather straps and paddles so those were out. I had my whips and floggers with me and also my Tawse and he had a couple of crops which looked like they'd be OK.
I have to say I wasn't really in much of a mood to play but we did play for about half an hour, involving the use of the Tawse on my butt (over my white rugger shorts) and his crop and my Flogger and Cat on my back. He also played with my tits and used a pair of tit-clamps on me. It was quite fun but, as I said, my heart wasn't in it and I was glad when he decided to call a halt. The idea was to play again later but, since he seemed to have no shortage of willing victims, I just stayed upstairs and chatted.
After Club had closed about fifteen of us hung around for the Xmas Dinner later on. It was really excellent food and very good wines and great value for money. I dunno how Martin does it in the pub's tiny kitchen!.
14th December 2002 Bob at 31 Club Skip this entry
I hadn't planned to go down to 31 quite so often this month but, as Bob told me he would be going, I decided to take advantage of the situation. While I am having to be very circumspect about what I am allowed to take (role on February!), it makes sense to play only with someone I know will be accurate and not go too far. I'd managed to take a lightweight but quite thick and very stingey cane down with me as well as my Tawse, Flogger and other stuff. We started with just twelve strokes of my cane on my tight white rugger shorts. Bob liked the cane so much he wanted to use it on "the boys", a group of guys in sundry school uniforms. "Benjy" like the cane "Stingey but not thuddey" he reported. I reminded him that I can't do "thuddey" at the moment!
A little later I found Bob with no-one to beat so I suggested he use my Tawse on me. He showed me a lightweight Tawse he had brought and I agreed to compare them. I got twelve strokes of each on naked butt. Even though mine is longer and heavier than his (Tawses, that is!), his was far more of a burning sting than mine. Maybe just because I'm not used to it - but I certainly preferred my one. Years ago when I first received it from Master Viv I used to really hate it. I inherited it when Master Viv died of Lung Cancer in '98 and now it's becoming one of my favourite implements. Especially as it's the only non-cane I am allowed on my butt 'till February.
A little later still we decided to play with the Floggers and Whips. We started with two dozen straight with the Heavy Flogger across my back. That was fine but it was followed by a dozen with my Short Cat which is very stingey and this was followed by a dozen with my Four-Tail whip. This thing is still very challenging but, since I'd been softening it with leather dressing, it was a tad more friendly (well, less hostile) than last time. Bob could see that I was struggling and stopped at stroke eight. I told him it was OK if it landed fairly high up (lying slightly - it's not "OK" anywhere really). So, he gave me the other four! Finally, he gave me twelve with my cane, and by then it was almost time to get changed and head for home.
Apart from playtime with Bob, the meeting was really frustrating for me. At the moment I daren't play with anyone I don't know 'cos by the time I've explained why I can't play hard, they've usually lost interest! And most guys are not into back-work, which is the only play I can take hard. So mucho thanks to Bob for that! Next week I plan to play with Master D, who knows me pretty well.
9th December 2002 Another quickie with Mac Skip this entry
It looks like Mondays are becoming a bit of a regular with Mac. Last session left some weals on my back which had lasted through to Saturday so we decided to take back-work a bit easy this time. We set a target of 250 strokes of the cane and we did that in sets of fifty, with a bit of a break between each set. I have to say I was really pleased when we got to the target - I was getting really jumpy by then.
We did do some back-work. A total of 100 strokes with my flogger, short cat and Horsewhip, including 10 strokes with my new four-tail whip. This is still a real stinger because the leather strands are square in section. I don't know how to "break in" a new whip without just using it so I just have to grin and bear it until the leather gets softer.
Finally, I was put on my bench face up so Mac could get at my tits with the little cock & tit whips and he also flogged my chest with my flogger and short cat. Then he gently did bastinado with the cane on the pubic area and even my cock - which instantly sprang to attention! Must experiment more with that kind of stuff.
Roll on February when Mac can screw me again and I can take heavy stuff on my butt! 3 pix from this session here.
7th December
2002 To 31 Club with Master D Skip this entry
Out of the blue, Master D from Kent emailed to ask about 31 Club. I agreed to go down and sign him in as a guest. He had a great time! Hooked up with Martin and spent the whole afternoon playing. As for me - I got about 100 strokes of the cane from Paul but the place was really too crowded for him to get a proper swing. Then I got a nice long flogging from John and he also played with my tits a little - just enough to get me hard. Later I found Robert and got a dozen cane from him - they felt really heavy, maybe I wasn't really in the mood for the cane today.
4th
December 2002 Short Session with Bob Skip this entry
Since I can only take the cane on my butt I made a date to see Bob as he's so accurate with the cane. He's also into back-work, which I can take OK, and he wanted to experiment with some tit-clamps. Actually our session was pretty short as I was really tired. But I got restrained using wrist cuffs to a frame on the wall and caned - about two dozen strokes. Then I got flogged with my heavy flogger and Bob's rubber equivalent, which stings much more. The I was turned round and had tit-clamps put on my tits and Bob hung a total of twenty ounces of weights from the clamps! It must be at least four years since I did that party trick -- which is why I couldn't cope for very long! And that - I'm afraid - was about it. I was suddenly hit by a wall of fatigue so we had to call it a day. Fun though!
2nd December
2002 50 Minutes with Mac Skip this entry
I did go down to 31 Club last Saturday (30th November) but I didn't feel at all well when I got there and I was a bit worried (in abject panic, actually) that something might have gone wrong with my recent surgery. So I left and went home after about half an hour. Real shame as I'd asked Bob to bring some toys for my back and he didn't get to use them on me. After I'd seen the doc and been put back on antibiotics, I emailed Bob and we're planning to play on Wednesday (4th).
I'm still taking things easily and safely as I don't want to run the risk of undoing the good that seems to have been done by my micro-surgery a month ago. So, It's still mostly back-work (floggers, whips etc) and low-impact implements like light and medium canes on the butt. (I am advised that "low impact" is all to do with the actual weight of the implement and thus the amount of energy that has to absorbed by the body. Canes hurt like hell 'cos the area of impact is small - the total energy they impart is actually very small, which is why they are safe for me - as long as I don't take a really heavy cane.)
Mac wanted me to be wearing only a tight white tee-shirt and leather wrist and ankle cuffs when he arrived. We started straight away with me tied to the stool for 100 strokes with the cane. The first fifty with a light cane (which really stings!) Click here for pic., and the next fifty with a medium weight cane. They were given in sets of ten and, as usual, I had to count the hundred strokes. Click here for pic.
Next, I was tied in a chair, facing the back of the chair for 170 strokes on my back. 25 with my heavy flogger, 25 with my short cat and then 25 with my new four-tail whip - which is still very new and stings like crazy 'cos it's not very flexible yet!. Click here for pic. Then I got 30 with my single-tail horsewhip. This is the most I've ever taken with this. OK they were not full force, but I was pleased with myself. Another 25 with the flogger and then 20 with the four-tail, which I found really difficult to take and then a final 20 with the horsewhip, the last five of which were delivered with some force. I'm glad I was allowed a short rest!
Finally, I was tied to the chair almost as one would sit normally so that Mac could work on my tits and chest. He used the flogger and my short cat but, as this was somewhat experimental, I don't think either of us was counting strokes. He also used a little cock whip on my tits and my cock though naturally he was being very gentle with the cock. It was that which got me really hard though. I'm not allowed to get fucked 'till February so we finished with Mac tossing me off and them himself - all over my chest. Isn't it amazing how much you can pack into fifty minutes?!
23rd November 2002 Nearly left 31 Club too soon! Skip this entry
Got the train down to 31 Club this afternoon hoping there'd be a few caners there and maybe a flogger or two. Wore the same shorts but added a vest under my trakkies. There were very few guys there and, astonishingly, not a cane in site! There was one flogger though. But after an hour of playtime in which I'd not found anyone to play with I changed back into my trakkies and prepared to leave. David asked why I was leaving so soon so I explained the total lack of the only implement I can safely take. He pointed to the floor under the barstool of the guy he'd been talking to, "This is Paul and he has two canes with him. It's his first visit to 31 Club."
Well the rest you can probably make up for yourself though maybe not the total of 144 strokes, mostly with the thicker cane of the two and all on naked butt. OK, they weren't what you might call full swing but I wasn't looking for that just yet. Paul was reading me so well, everything was just how I wanted it. He also used my short cat and heavy flogger on my back. Implements I suspect he'd no experience of but he was entirely accurate! By the time I stood up again a short queue had formed for him - a busy "first night"!
As I walked away the guy who had been carrying a short flogger around with him called me over saying he wanted to use it on me. Though short, I appreciated that this one might get nasty. It was a mixture of flat leather strips, flat rubber strips and, the nasty bit, round strands of both! Well, I took it OK and quite enjoyed it but I was aware that the round rubber strands were almost cutting so I kinda brought it to a halt early. When I got home I had a tasty but painful pattern of weals. Next time I play with him he's gonna have to use my floggers. I just don't get on with rubber unless it's in flat strands. But I do hope to play with him again sometime.
21st November
2002 SM Gays' C.P. Night Skip this entry
Having had minor surgery "down there" three weeks ago, I've been warned by sundry medical friends that it would not be OK yet to play though one said it would be OK to use a cane and, of course, floggers and stuff on my back. Anything heavy like a paddle or strap could dislodge any scar tissue from my op three weeks ago. Well I certainly don't want that! But I really wanted to go to SM Gays CP night and I knew Jack would be there. I also suspected someone would be demonstrating flogging so I promised myself I'd join in with that!
Jack had told me to be wearing "as
little as possible" in SM Gays.So, I wore only my very short, tight, very holey cut off
denims. (Click on the pic for large version.) Shoes & sox of course but no
top. Clipped to my belt was my short cat and a lightweight paddle and hooked
into my belt was a long medium weight cane. (The cane was a mistake - it kept
getting in the way all evening.) I had a top with me in case I got cold but I
didn't need it. But I got an attack of the "shakes" as I bought my first drink.
This is an after-effect of the anaesthetic, I'm told. Guys must have thought I
was either very cold or rather drunk - I couldn't control my hands well enough
to count my change! Wore off after a minute or two. I found Jack and we both
toured around the place greeting friends. I've been of the scene for a while and
it was really cheering to have so many guys welcoming me back! Thanks guys -
it's nice to have been missed! The holey shorts were a hit - guys were stroking
and patting my naked butt through the holes all evening!
Played with Jack three times but there wasn't really room for him to use the cane. He used it a bit but mostly the cat across my shoulders. Got me hard anyway - and warmed up for a proper flogging. So I sauntered over to the flogging demonstration where a guy was just being released from the restraints. I was asked if I'd been flogged before so I said I was pretty experienced. He said he'd only use his two heavy floggers, one leather and the other rubber. Wasn't too sure about the rubber one so we agreed a stop signal and I was restrained with my arms outstretched. Turned out to be one of, if not the, best floggings I've ever had! I was enjoying the rubber flogger just as much as the leather one and, not for the first time at SM Gays, I was "flying". We were both having fun but, since a small queue for beginning to form I gave the stop signal. I thanked him profusely and he thanked me, saying I was one of the easiest backs to read he'd seen. Apparently some of my muscles shake a bit when I'm not ready for the next hit - so he was able to pace his hits precisely as to how I was feeling at the time. Maybe this only works when I'm stretched and restrained. Whatever, it made for brilliant fun. And I left having been unable tio find Jack again and having not broken any of my medical injunctions!
September -
October - November 2002 Playing as usual Skip this entry
Now it looks like I've been idle since 19th August. This is not the case - I just haven't had the time (or, frankly, the inclination - this website has become something of a chore for me) to write things up. I've met with several new tops and it's all been great fun but I don't usually write up first sessions since they are usually a bit awkward. I will mention a session with two Tops in MK where I got spit-roasted for the first time ever and also finally overcame my usual sea-sickness when in a sling! Thanks for both guys.
I've also spent a week in the USA in Washington, frighteningly close to the sites of three of the sniper shootings. We went to New York and played in out hotel room forty floors up without the curtains closed - and, yes, it is possible some office worker was able to watch us. This, of course, adds greatly to the fun! Heavy session too - trying out several new implements bought that afternoon in "Leathermen". Back in Washington we played mostly at Jim's new place and I visited SigMa DC where I got a very long and sexy spanking from a guy called Peter. He had me tied down to a table/bench and gave me a very long hand-spanking, including spanking my butt-hole, which was so sexy! I was hard the whole time - about forty minutes. After that I played with Master D who I've played with twice before in DC. And I'm not going to report on this session either!
Right now I'm recovering from an operation to remove an obstruction in my bladder. As it turns out there were two obstructions but not in my bladder, in my urethra (piss-tube). The downside of this is that the first ten days were very sore indeed in places you don't want to be sore. The upside is I will still be able to shoot, which would not have been the case if the op was as planned. The catheter comes out tomorrow and I don't relish that prospect. (Yes, I know I'm into catheters but it feels different when it's there for medical reasons!) How long after that I need to wait before I can play again I need to ask. I suspect I can get right back to CP but maybe another couple of weeks before I can get fucked. By that time It'll have been six weeks. Sheer torture!
19th August
2002 Short session with Ken Skip this entry
My partner's Mum had died early on Sunday so I was not in the best of spirits this evening, but I'd let Ken down a couple of weeks ago so I decided to try and make the best of it. I decided, as it was a very warm evening, to wear white shorts and a white tee-shirt, white briefs too. I was very early arriving and Ken wasn't ready for me. But before long I was standing, bending over, just inside the front door, my shorts and briefs round my ankles, getting 24 hard hand spanks.
Up the stairs and then leaning against the side of the bath for twelve quite hard swats with a large wooden paddle. stings like crazy and made a lovely glow! Finally up to the bedroom for a long hand spanking over Ken's knees. Then to change into white see-thru kit for dinner.
After dinner it was back upstairs to the bedroom for another hand spanking and then I was out over Ken's caning horse and given twelve strokes with a cane before Ken fucked me. By now I was so horny it didn't take long at all before I came too.
If it seems heartless to leave my partner with his grief at home - it wasn't. He did his grieving last year when his Mum forgot who she (or anyone else she had known) was. Her death has been a great relief to him. We've been an item (though we don't live together) for almost 22 years and he knows I'd cancel anything and everything if he wanted me to be with him.
12th August 2002 Dick - long time - no see. Skip this entry
I'd not seen Dick (not his real name) for about two years or so - he used to frequent 31 Club and we'd usually play. Browsing on the 'net I spotted a photo I recognised so I sent him an instant message asking if we could get together. Well, tonight was free so I showered in a hurry, dragged on some white shorts and top and drove the half hour to Dick's place in London.
We started off with a very heavy hand spanking over Dicks knees, first on the shorts and then naked. I don't understand how some guys can spank that hard without hurting themselves! Then we graduated to each of his leather paddles in turn, starting with the smallest and lightest and building up. Twelve strokes with each of (I think) seven paddles. Then a break to chat and we worked through the paddles again and also one or two wooden ones that had appeared. Finally, after a short break Dick got out his canes and I got a dozen of each of three canes and then finally another dozen with the heaviest before Dick fucked me. Dick is a good name for him - he's a very big boy! Hope we can get together regularly from now on.
10th August 2002 New toy in 31 Club Skip this entry
I've recently acquired a new toy - a four-tailed whip, not a flogger. Nicely balanced handle and four fairly thin tails of leather. I needed to try it out and, knowing Bob would be at 31 Club this afternoon, I took it along. I was also in the mood for quite a heavy scene so I took my heavy Irish Priest's Strap too! I wore my see-thru camo under my trakkies, which didn't stay on long. Soon after playtime was announced I went downstairs to find Bob for my warm up. The shorts are so thin there';s really no point leaving them on so I didn't. Bob gave me twenty swats with his leather strap, each just a little harder than the one before - an ideal warm-up! To prove the warm-up had worked he then gave me twelve strokes with a long cane!
A brief rest and drink and chat and back downstairs to find another of my favourite Topmen, Max (or Max2 as he used to be called to distinguish him from Max who does the door). Again, I lost the shorts before getting over his knees for a really long and hard hand spanking followed by his use of a Borstal Strap and leather paddles. Although I was really enjoying it I was quite glad when he decided to stop.
Finally, after chatting with him upstairs, Bob and I went down again to try out my new whip. I stripped naked and stood against the central pillar. He started by giving me fifty heavy lashes with my flogger, which I really got into. I then got twenty with the new whip. It hurt like hell and, not being quite used to that sensation, I had to ask him to stop at twenty. He then decided to use my single-tail horsewhip but I could only take six. Then I asked him to use the Irish Priest Strap on my butt and he gave me twenty, followed by a final twenty with a cane. My back was not nicely striped and red and my butt was glowing too. I felt great - almost euphoric as I drove home aglow! Off to SMGays on Thursday evening.
1st August 2002
Caning in Oxford Skip this entry
I'd not seen Michael for ages, last time we played was two or even three years ago, when we played with Mac. I needed to be in Oxford on business so I contacted Michael to see if he was free. He was. It was a very hot day so I arrived, as instructed, wearing tight white shorts and tee. We chatted and watched videos for a while and then started play with a long hand-spanking on the shorts and then bare butt. That got me nicely warmed up so then I was put over a bench to try each of the implements we'd jointly put together. I got at least twenty with each of: Borstal Strap, Pittsburgh Paddle, Flogger, "Cat", Tawse, Spanking Paddle, Slapstick Paddle, several Canes and, finally a, Ferula. Interestingly, I was most enjoying the cane. Unusual for me, but it was making me hard.
After a break of about half an hour I was given another thorough caning before I got screwed. Well worth the long drive from home to Oxford!
27th July 2002
Quiet session at 31 Club? Skip this entry
Compared to last week when the Club was really busy, today was very quiet indeed. But that's no bad thing 'cos it means everyone who wants to play has enough room! I decided to wear some very tight, very thin white cotton shorts and a very tight white tee. The shorts offered no protection whatsoever! I got a warm-up with Alan's leather paddle on the shorts and then on to Bob for twenty with his leather strap on bare butt. I could tell I was going to enjoy this afternoon! A little later I found Bob again and stripped naked for 100 strokes on the back with my flogger plus more of the leather strap and some tawse and at least twenty of Bob's Dragon Cane. Then another fifty flogger!
After a fairly long break, during which Bob surfaced for a beer, we went back downstairs by which time a lot of people had left. I stripped naked again and was given another fifty with my flogger and some swats from the leather strap and another twenty with the cane. Finally, Bob gave me 20 lashes with my short horsewhip. That's a first for me - I've never been able to cope with more than a dozen in the past! I think this goes to show that when we have space to play, Tops can be more accurate so the sessions can be really hot. The lack of members present certainly didn't mean a quiet time for me.
20th July 2002 Busy time at 31 Club. Skip this entry
I'd arranged, via the 'net, to meet a guy from France, Leo, and sign him into 31 Club as a guest. I met Leo at the station OK and we walked to the Club to find almost no-one there! However, the place suddenly filled up about fifteen minutes before playtime was announced and they continued to pour in afterwards too. I was wearing some new lycra camo kit, shorts and vest, under my trakkies and, when I took the trakkies off, several guys said they liked the new kit.. Leo wanted to play and, as his host, I agreed to play with him. He pulled down my shorts and used a leather paddle and a rubber strip which really hurt too much for me, then he used a long leather "cat" on my back for quite along time, having pulled the vest up to my neck. Whether it was nerves from playing with a new top or whatever, I don't know but I wasn't having a good time so I asked to stop.
A little later I found Max2 propping up the wall and I asked him if he was looking for a victim. H was, so we found a space (no easy matter - the place was really crowded) and he started with a long hand spanking. The shorts are really stretchy so he could easily pull up the legs to get at naked butt. But soon he took them off and carried on with his leather paddle and then a wooden paddle. We had a long session and I was quite glad when he asked if I'd had enough. I had, for the time being.
I took a break and when I went back downstairs a guy I didn't know asked if I would play. I agreed and soon we found a space (people were beginning to leave by now) and he took my shorts off and started with a slow but very heavy hand spanking, with me leaning over one of the beer-barrel tables. Then he produced a thick leather belt and asked me how many I thought I should get. I said ten so he gave me ten. I stayed put so he gave me another ten and then yet another. This time I did stand up!
Finally I found John, who is an expert with whips and floggers. By now the crowd was really thinning out so we had little trouble finding a big enough space to play. I stripped off and leaned against a pillar and got a long flogging - which got me hard. He also used the flogger on my butt and I was just beginning to really fly when he called a halt because it was looking like the skin might break. Unsurprising - I'd taken several hundred assorted swats this afternoon. I drove home in that lovely, elated, buzzy frame of mind that happens after a really good session.
11th July
2002 Butt fun with Mac Skip this entry
This session was to be same format as last time but with punishment 100 swats with paddles. As it happened, I would not have been able to "practice" with the dildos just before the session so I did that the previous evening and took it very, very slowly - and had good fun! Mac told me to be wearing only a tight white tee and sox when he arrived. We started with a warm-up hand spanking with me leaning over my barstool. Mac noticed that this "resurrected" a few of the marks from last Saturdays session!
Then it was me crouching on the sofa, knees as wide apart as I could get them, for Mac to use my long black (used to be red, but I had to replace it) dildo. I was really surprised how smoothly it slid in until about half way when it began, of course, to hurt. Getting the rest in was a real challenge - but willy was standing to attention so we gradually continued until I could feel the balls of the dildo against my own. All the way in about ten minutes, much quicker than last night. Mac tried to screw me with it but that proved just too uncomfortable so he slowly took it out and we proceeded to the paddling.
I got 100 swats starting with 20 with my leather spanking paddle, a brief rest and twenty with my maple frat paddle. A brief rest the twenty with the spanking paddle and so on until all 100 swats had been given. Then Mac decided that I'd not had enough with the maple paddle so he gave me another twenty with that before he screwed me.
6th July 2002 Short session in Kent leaves an impression! Skip this entry
Went down to Kent to stay again with Adam and his partner. We only played the once and then only for a very short time. Nevertheless the session made it's mark - literally! Adam used a new toy of mine - a four-tail whip, which makes nice patterns. He also used my single-tail. He'd asked me to bring some canes down with me and he soon got the hang of those, leaving me with a stripey butt. See photo here.
1st July
2002 Hot session with Mac Skip this entry
This was one of those sessions set up entirely by text messaging on our mobile (cell) phones. I'd had to postpone a session we were due to have last Thursday at which my initial punishment was to be 100 strokes of a heavy cane. Now it was to be 120 strokes! As I'd not played with dildos since Mac's last visit on 11th February, he instructed me to start working up through them before he arrived. Well the two biggest were brand new and I'd promised that Mac would be the first to use them on me so I did work up through all the others and, by the time he arrived, as instructed, I had a "medium" dildo up my butt, held in place with a chain thong I dug out. Worked quite well. See toys list for details of the dildos.
After a very brief preliminary chat Mac said he wanted to use the new dildos first, before the caning. He started with the long red one (though it has, in fact, been replaced with an identical but black one!). I was amazed how smoothly it slipped in but soon it was "hitting the stops" and became very painful. We rested, and tried a bit more. Each time just a little more slipped in until it was all in but for the last inch. But I just wasn't able to get that it. Hardly surprising after five months no dildo play! Actually we were both pretty pleased. Next came the big black dildo, also a replacement for its predecessor which was beginning to break up. I didn't do so well with that one - only about half. But there was no way we were going to force the issue. We might have if it had only been a couple of weeks since I last used dildos.
Then it was time for the caning - which I had not been looking forward to! Mac had changed his mind to give me sets of twenty with the heavy cane followed by twenty with his three-tail tawse. I opted to start with the cane. I forgot to count the first one so we started again. I got a short rest after the first set of forty and then the second set, slightly harder. Even the first set hurt like hell though at one point willy was showing an interest! A short break and the third set given, I guess, full force. Willy showed an instant dislike for proceedings but I wasn't going to give up now and I could tell that my skin was OK so far. The last few with both cane and tawse were really hard to take. And then Mac decided I needed another twenty with the cane though the first few of these were not quite so hard. The last five were very hard indeed and it didn't take me long to stand up when he'd finished! Finally, I got a good screw during which willy woke up again, unfortunately only briefly. I do find very heavy scenes often end like this - I guess all the endophins rushing round prevent willy performing. Not that I'm complaining but it would be nice to return to the days I could both take a beating and cum!
15th June 2001 Fantastic session at The Club Skip this entry
31 Club was very quiet today 'cos so many guys were (I assume) watching the World Cup soccer. It only took me 38 minutes to drive there - a new record time! Since I arrived there very early I kept my track-suit on for a while - I had very thin white cotton shorts and tee-shirt underneath. Having spent some time chatting upstairs I came down again to find more people had arrived, including Bob. I stripped down to the white kit and then I was asked to do the "parish notices". Whether this was due to my public speaking style or my minimalist kit I don't know!
Anyway, downstairs Bob offered to warm me up and gave me twelve quite heavy strokes with his leather strap. I commented that this was a bit much for a "warm-up" so he asked me what would be OK. I suggested the same strip but starting off less heavily applied. I took the shorts off and assumed the position again and got a nice two dozen (24), each just a little harder than the previous one, ending up very heavy indeed, then twelve strokes of the cane. That's how to warm me up! A little later he asked me if I was ready for a flogging, which I was. I got naked and took up position against a pillar in the middle of the room. Someone was already being flogged on the opposite side of the pillar. Bob gave me 50 straight off and asked if I wanted the other 50. I agreed and he really laid the final twenty five on - just about at my limit, I think. Fortunately, no-one was blundering about so every stroke landed on target.
Finally, just before the close of play I volunteered for a session again, paddles & straps and finally my single-tail whip. I bent over a chair and Bob started with 1 dozen heavy swats with my Pittsburg paddle, then a dozen with my Borstal Strap and a dozen with my Heavy Irish Priest's Strap, then he asked me how I was doing. I told him "fine" so he gave me another dozen with the Priest's Strap followed by at least a dozen with a cane. He didn't pull any punches either - they really hurt. But by now I was well and truly "flying"! As a grand finale he gave me a dozen strokes with my single-tailed Horsewhip, a few of which were wrapping a bit. But I was having too much fun to break the rhythm, even when he decided to give me another twelve hard lashes! Those who have played with me know that it is very hard to get photos of any marks 'cos they start to fade almost immediately and are gone within half an hour or so. As a measure of how hard the session was - the photo was taken twenty five hours after the session and still shows some yellowish bruising on my back - and you can clearly see the few that went astray - my fault, not Bob's. Click here for the photo
20th May to 4th
June Sundry sessions with Bob and others Skip this entry
Every year for the past few years Bob has organised a holiday down in Cornwall with guys from 31 Club. This year there would have been six of us but three had to pull out at the last minute so we were only three. By the time Bob arrived I had been in the farmhouse with my partner for a week, mostly watching the rain come down but at least we were away from the stresses and strains of day-to-day living. Bob arrived the second Saturday and Alan (mostly bottom but wants to learn to Top more) arrived Sunday so we were four at that point. My partner does not play, nor does he understand it, so we chose not to play Sunday. My partner went home on the train on Monday so Monday evening was set for playtime. I had instructions to change into my very holey denim cut-offs, which would offer no protection at all. When we started to play I was astonished at how high my pain threshold had become. Was it the week of no play? Was it the lack of stress? I had not played for a whole month, in fact. Maybe it was that. Whatever, I took a dozen swats from Bob's leather strap with ease - normally I find it quite challenging. As the evening progressed I was able to take his Tawse and Borstal Strap (very similar to mine), also in sets of twelve. Finally he used my Pittsburg Paddle and then his very heavy three-tailed tawse - both of which were beginning to get to me! Alan got some too, in the breaks when I wasn't. Then we took a break for drinks and chat - which went on 'till past one in the morning. So it was back into the playroom for just twelve hard swats each (mine with the Borstal Strap) and then to bed.
Tuesday we didn't play and on Wednesday we planned to and I was told to wear white shorts and tee for dinner and then to strip naked before playtime, which, of course, I was happy to do. Play was much as Monday except that Alan was left to warm me up at the start of the session. We broke early and started to chat about Tony, who had been such a part of the Club, and these holidays, until his recent death from lung cancer. I'd not had an opportunity to grieve and I broke down to present the faintly ridiculous picture of me curled up in an armchair, naked, being consoled by Bob and Alan. After which we all agreed to postpone further play until the next day.
Thursday we played both before and after dinner. I was doing the meal (See Bass with Saffron Mash) so I wore my "chef shorts" (Tiny shots in black & white check!) and a tight white tee. Pre-dinner play was on the same lines as Monday evening and post-dinner consisted of a heavier repeat plus, at last, some work on my back and shoulders. Strangely, my pain threshold in that area had not increased much from normal and it was just as challenging as ever. I managed 50 strokes straight off, without break, from my flogger. A little later I even took 25 straight off with my single-tail horsewhip. That was a first for me! Previous best has been about thirteen before I've had to call a halt. Friday evening play was a repeat of Thursday except that I got quite a lot of the cane from Bob and also I became a willing victim to Alan to perfect his caning technique. Alan is going to make a very good Top and he's welcome to practice on me whenever he wishes! It's not often that I really enjoy being caned but on this occasion, willy was standing to attention immediately!
Saturday, last night, I was doing the cooking again since it was my 52.5 "birthday". (It's more fun celebrating a birthday in May than November so I make the May one my "official" birthday!) To cook I wore my chef shorts of course plus a small white apron which says "Houseboy" on the front! Once I'd finished cooking I took both off and remained naked for the rest of the evening. Sorry to be boring but that session was pretty much a repeat of the previous one.
The following Saturday I went to 31 Club, taking David from his home in West London. Bob was there and he warmed me up with twelve from his leather strap. Oddly, it hurt much more than it had in Cornwall. I then got a long left-handed spanking from D which I found surprisingly challenging. A little later I got a caning from Bob, a total of 24 strokes from 2 canes. This was followed by a flogging (50 strokes) from my heavy flogger. By that time David was needing to get home again so I collected my things and left.
Tuesday, Bob hosted another Club member, Dave, and myself at his home for lunch and CP. I arrived at about 13:00 and Dave was already naked face down on the bed waiting for his warm up! While Bob gave him 48 strokes from sundry implements I changed into tight white shorts and tee, as instructed. I then lay face down on the bed and received 12 with Bob's leather strap, 12 with his tawse, 12 with his heavy three-tail tawse and finally 12 with his Dragon cane! That was a warm-up?! I didn't get up so he went and fetched his Borstal strap and gave me twelve of that followed by another twelve with cane - not sure which one. Dave was given some more and then I got a repeat of what had gone before except that this time I was short-less.
After lunch Dave gave me a warm-up spanking over Bob's Punishment Bench and then Bob gave me a dozen each with his Borstal Strap, Cane, Tawse, Cane, large Frat Paddle, and Three-Tail Tawse. Then, after Dave has received similar, I was put up against the wall to receive a flogging. First 25 with my heavy flogger and than 25 with Bob's rubber flogger, which stings like hell and feels convincingly like it's fetching the skin off. I was very pleased I was able to take all 25 (just!). These were followed by my single-tail Horsewhip and I was only able to take a dozen. Dave tried some but didn't like either the rubber flogger or the single tail much. But then he's not used to back work. He took some with my single-tail across his butt - something I tried later but I didn't do as well as he did. Dave had to leave so Bob and I had a final session. Four dozen with various implements over the Punishment Bench. I would have liked to have finished of something really heavy but Bob is not yet that confident he can read me well enough. But we made huge progress together over the past two weeks or so. I'm looking forward to continuing to work together towards really pushing my limits!
20th April
2002 Chauffeur to 31 Club Skip this entry
The guy who usually does what I call "parish notices" at 31 Club has a new heart. No really - the transplant was done about a month ago and without it David would not be with us. He rang me last weekend to ask a favour and, of course, I said "Yes". He wanted me to collect him from Harefield Hospital (about half an hour from me) and drive him to 31 Club. No problem - provided his doctors were happy with him being out of their care for four hours. Leaving for the Club I bunged on an old pair of shorts made out of sawn off track pants and a singlet and then my track suit on top of that, not wanting to frighten any nurses. Not may people at the Club knew David was there and when his apparently disembodied voice (descending the stairs) started to make the usual announcements there were a few gasps, much applause, and few dry eyes in the house.
Once he'd announced playtime I went downstairs with Bob for a war-up twelve with his leather strap. Wow, it hurt - maybe I was still tender after Thursday's beatings. A little later I found Colin and got a very long hand spanking followed by an even longer one with his large, leather paddle. I think he was pulling punches 'cos I recall it being much more challenging than that. Anyway, drinks and socialise and then back to find Bob who worked through the toys I'd taken in. My Pittsburg Paddle, my Borstal Strap and finally my heavy flogger. I got ten of each on my butt and then forty of the flogger on my back. I did have my single-tail with me but I'm afraid I declined that - the last five with the flogger "broke through" my pain barrier - I don't recall what broke my concentration but that was me done for the afternoon.
I drove David to the Club again the following weekend but I didn't play at all - not in the mood.
18th April
2002 Bizarre Events at SM Gays Skip this entry
Now the only reason I describe events tonight as "Bizarre" is 'cos that's how the organisers promoted it! The only bizarre thing about the evening for me was why people should want such loud music being played while they are negotiating limits and explaining activities! At least the DJ was enjoying it. That said, it was a fun evening and I'd arranged to meet Jack there so I knew I'd get some action. I was wearing my see-thru camo shorts and tee-shirt, which is currently my favourite kit. Track-suit over for the drive there of course. Had a wander round and met Jack who reached down and greeted me by stroking my cock. Instant stiffy (and I thought willy was still on strike!). The place started to really fill up around ten but that didn't stop J making some space and he soon had guys forming a line to get some of his big leather paddle - including me. I took the shorts off 'cos I'm not sure how robust see-thru fabric is likely to be. Anyway, 50 swats later, each ten a bit harder than the last, I was beginning to feel like I'd had enough so I called a truce and promised to come back for the other 50.
A little later I got my leather spanking paddle from the cloakroom and Jack gave me a long session with that, which I was really enjoying. About half an hour later the place had started to empty again and there was more space to play - so we did. I got another fifty or so with my leather spanking paddle - shame we didn't have anything more challenging to hand. A little later still, just before leaving, Jack wanted to wank me off so, for the first time in my life (true!) I came off "in public". Which, unfortunately meant I didn't get round to returning to J for the other 50.
2nd April
2002 Second session with Ian Skip this entry
Having finished work far earlier than normal, I sent a text message to Ian's mobile phone to ask if he was free this evening. Very last minute thing! He was, so I threw a few bits of kit in a bag and legged it up to the station. Ian met me in London and we drove down to his place. He'd spent part of the morning purchasing toys including a narrow two-tailed leather paddle and a number of Rattan canes. After a drink and a chat I was put over a footstool and warmed up with his favourite leather paddle and also with the new two-tailed paddle which, although very light, certainly packs a sting. By this time I'd changed into my see-thru camo kit and put, as instructed, my track suit back on over it. It wasn't long before the track suit came off, soon followed by the shorts. Then Ian used his favourite leather paddle for a while and then his nine-tailed whip.
After a short break we decided to use Ian's bondage harness. This is a complicated affair which is beautifully made out of leather and the main body part lined with suede. It has two main panels, one from upper chest to the base of the cock and one from the upper back down to the small of the back. Straps over the shoulders and horizontal straps at upper chest, just below ribs and waist. It's the only harness I've met which fits me and it did feel horny when it was on and tightly buckled up. There were extra bits as well which somehow bound the legs and we decided to try this bit too. By the time Ian had finished I was face down on the carpet, pretty well unable to move. So I got a few more with his paddle and the two-tailed paddle.
After another break, during which we went to the pub for some beers and also had dinner, I was face down on the bed with a leg-spreader keeping my ankles apart. In this position I was given a thorough going over with just about everything in the armory, including several of the new canes. I was really getting into it and lifting my butt off the bed to meet the strokes. It was a real shame we were working to a deadline and, too soon, we had to stop so I could get a cab to the station.
25th March 2002 New Top Skip this entry
I met Ian via the internet and what struck me was that he was willing to schlep all the way out into the sticks just to meet me to see if we'd get on. Well we did, and we did have a short session at my place on the basis of which we decided to meet again today for the session proper at his place. I think we were both much more nervous than either was prepared to admit and the first bottle of wine vanished in very short order! The first session went pretty well and Ian used his favourite leather paddle which, as I told him later, I was beginning to find a bit boring. I like some variety in sessions. So, after almost 100 strokes with the paddle we took a break and Ian showed me some of his TT equipment. I enjoy Tit Torture but I don't seem to be able to get beyond the "fingers only" stage and Ian's stuff was way beyond that! So, some riding crops and a Rob of London cat were found and we had another long session using those. The cat didn't look up to much but it certainly felt fine and I was really beginning to enjoy myself. I was losing count but I guess I must have taken at least 100 with the cat and as many with the various crops. Then we took a break for some food and drinks.
Well - I am ashamed to admit it but that's about all I can remember. Both of us had far too much to drink by now though I know we did play again 'cos my tits were really hurting all next day at work! I've been in two minds whether to write this session up at all as I don't want to give any beginners out the the idea that it's OK to get drunk during sessions. Generally speaking, if you both have too much to drink then it's a BAD idea! That I came to no harm is, I think, due to more than 25 years on the scene now, leading to a very highly tuned "radar". Next time, we've agreed, we'll stay sober. Sober play is not just safer - it's invariably more fun too!.
23rd March
2002 Back to 31 Club Skip this entry
Since I had enjoyed Jack caning me last Wednesday and since I knew Bob was probably going to 31 Club, I went too, in the hopes I could really begin to get back into being caned. I wore my see-thru camo kit, which always goes down well at the Club. As it turned out, Bob was the only Top I've played with present, almost everyone was either a Bottom or a voyeur. Our first session consisted of a dozen hand-spanks followed my a dozen with his heavy strap, then a dozen with the Tawse - by which time my butt was beginning to glow I'm sure. He finished off with a dozen of each of two canes he was carrying and I was pleasantly surprised to find out I could accept them OK. (A month ago I could never have taken 24 straight off like that.)
After a break for chats and drink we went back downstairs. This time Bob told me to strip naked and to find my flogger and my single-tail horsewhip. He gave me 25 lashes straight off with the flogger and then gave me a dozen with the cane on my butt and finally a last 25 with the single-tail horsewhip. I think the plans were that we would repeat this and I was beginning to "fly" for the first time in a long time. But at that point someone interrupted the session to ask if he could borrow one of Bob's implements. Both Bob and I lost interest and I have to say I'm still seething at such crass behaviour. Onlookers should never interrupt a scene, especially when it is obviously "taking off". The delicate balance of emotional, physical and psychological work that has to be put in by both protagonists is just too easy to upset.
0th March 2002 Frustrating session for Jack!? Skip this entry
This session was arranged at fairly short notice since I happened to be on leave at home all week. Jack arrived at 11:00 and I had been told to be wearing skin tight shiny red shorts when I opened the front door. One day it'll be the postman who gets a fright! Very soon I was bent over getting my butt spanked with Jack's hand and my lighter paddles and then the shorts were off for a slightly heavier spanking. Brief break for coffee and for Jack to have a shower after his very long Journey up from the South Coast.
Jack returned from his shower and asked for a beer - a good sign (Jack is also a Watersports Top). We had another CP session, this time involving a total of 100 strokes with my Borstal Strap, Pittsburg Paddle, Spanking Paddle, Flogger and so on. Then off to the pub for lunch and to get some drinks on board.
Back from the pub, I was told to put on some tight jeans so I found a pair of faded black stretch Wranglers. Jack told me to lie face down on the floor and next thing I felt was his hot piss soaking into the butt of my jeans - wow that feels so good! Then he told me to turn over so he could piss over the front of the jeans and also over my chest. He told me to open my mouth and he pissed over my face and into my mouth though it was still too strong for me to drink any, though I did try. Then he got me to lean over my bar stool and he gave me twenty strokes with the cane over the wet jeans and then took them down for more with the Pittsburg Paddle. After a brief break for more drinks Jack asked me if I was ready for 100 with the cane and I agreed 'cos I was really enjoying it all so far. So - I was put back over the stool, naked and he worked me up hard before giving the first ten. Willy stayed hard and I was really getting into being caned for the first time in a very long time. He played with willy for a bit and gave me the second ten and so on. I was so turned on that I am afraid to report that I came off after forty though I did take another ten immediately afterwards. Some people have no self control! maybe 'cos it was so long since I'd had a caning that actually turned me on. Maybe in future Jack will need to adopt a more "hands off" approach. Once I have cum I am no use to anyone for an hour or so at least so the only thing we could do was call the session off two hours short of the time we'd allowed for. Apologies, of course, to Jack. We'll get it right next time. If you want to contact Jack via myself - e-mail me some details and I'll pass them on.
2nd March
2002 Good Time at The Club Skip this entry
I wasn't planning to go to the Club since I'd not been having a great time there recently (see previous entries). But when Colin rang in the morning to ask if I wanted a lift I changed my mind. I'm really glad I did! I had a great time though my lack of play was evident in a rather low pain threshold. It was a really sunny, though not warm, afternoon so I decided not to bother with a track suit over my Rugby kit. When we got to the Club we were quite late but very few people were there. Fortunately there was a last minute rush and lots of guys turned up soon after we got there. Colin had brought his new "slave" for his first visit to the Club. Bob was there too and I was pleased when M2 walked in very late. I must have been feeling frisky for a change!
Pretty well as soon as playtime was announced we all went down to play. I watched for a while as Bob dealt with someone and Colin dealt with someone while his slave was stood in a corner so we could all see his bruised butt. When Colin had finished with his first victim I volunteered to be his second and I was told to bend over the back of a chair, gripping the edges of the seat. He wanted me to keep the shorts on and I got twenty hard hand slaps followed by twenty strokes with a large leather paddle. Colin's new slave was allowed, even encouraged, to watch. Although my butt was more sensitive than I'd like, I was quite enjoying it except that my arms were rapidly going "dead" and I think we stopped before Colin was ready to. Slave was very impressed! Once my arms had recovered I found Bob and was soon over his knees, without my shorts, for a hand spanking and then a dozen with his leather strap and a promise of more later.
After a break and chat upstairs I went back down to find M2 who didn't seem to be playing much so I asked him is he was looking for victims. Well, that was my intention, but as I approached him he got the message and I didn't actually need to say anything. We found a space and I got over his knees, no shorts, and got a long hand spanking followed by a couple of dozen with a paddle and then with a rubber (I think) Ferula. Wow! That thing really hurts! Now normally when M2 beats me I get hard but it wasn't happening this time. But after such a long period of not really being in the mood for CP play, I was grateful that I felt like playing at all, let alone getting a stiffy!
Then I found Bob again and we found a space in the middle of the room where there is a pillar holding up the ceiling - ideal setting for a flogging. I stripped named and was given fifty very hard strokes with my heavy flogger across my back. At first I even started to get a stiffy! But as the stroked began to land on angry skin I lost that 'cos it was just so painful. But at least I knew this was going to be fifty and decided to do my best to take them all. Which I did, though the last ten or so had decidedly stopped being fun! (But they say "no pain - no gain" and if I am going to get back into CP play properly again I guess I have to go through some of these "walls" again.) The flogging was followed by some heavy swats with my Pittsburg paddle and, finally, six strokes of the cane. Wow, those really hurt and I stood up after number three only to be gently but firmly pushed back into position for the final three! Considering I didn't think I'd be in the mood to play - I was really pleased with myself. Of course, in the good old days I could have taken it all more easily, and maybe more of it. But I'm just so pleased that my CP S/M libido seems to be returning at last!
11th February
2002 Short session with Mac Skip this entry
Because we'd had to move this session much later in the day than we'd originally planned, we knew we were very short on time. As a way of saving time, I guess, I'd been told to be naked when Mac arrived and to be "wearing" my biggest butt-plug! Mac decided against any preliminary warm-up spanking but went straight for the big dildos and, after removing the butt-plug, he gradually pushed my long red dildo up my butt. I'm proud to report that I took it all - right up 'till by balls were resting against those on the dildo. And that's a really strange feeling! After the dildo was removed I was told to put my parachute round my balls and then I was tied over my bar stool and Mac used a variety of implements on my butt to get it glowing nicely. He hung four pounds of ball-weights from the parachute (see picture) and gave me some more strokes with the canes and then added another two pounds. After another dozen or so with the Tawse and canes, Mac removed the parachute and screwed me! I couldn't get hard (been happening a lot lately) but I enjoyed the session anyway. I've decided not to play for a while - need to let my libido come back to normal.
9th February 2002 With Bob at 31 Club Skip this entry
Bob e-mailed to let me know that he'd be at 31 Club today so I went down. Had a rotten drive into London which may be why I was in a fairly foul mood by the time I got there. Went downstairs soon after playtime was announced but no-one was doing very much - just standing around looking. Nevertheless I had a short session with Bob and got 12 hard strokes with his leather strap. A little later I met up with him again and got twenty strokes with my Tawse plus fifty lashes with my heavy flogger across my back. And that was enough for me! Hope I snap out of these doldrums soon!
2nd February 2002 Jim & Mac at the Club Skip this entry
Jim had flown over yesterday and I met up with him late in the afternoon. Worries about my health have meant that I've not really felt like playing at all for the past three weeks but I did intend to play a little at 31 Club this afternoon. I took a load of my toys to 31 and also some very holey denim cut-offs and an army tee-shirt to change into. I got changed as soon as we arrived and went downstairs to play as soon as playtime was announced. Jim was busy dealing with someone when I got into the play area but I didn't have to wait long before he was beating my butt with straps and my back with my heavy flogger. Not having played for a long time, my skin seemed to be pretty sensitive but it was good fun. A little later Mac arrived and I got a short beating from both Mac and Jim. As we were planning to go back to Mac's after Club to play, I decided I'd sort of save myself for that and didn't play again at the Club.
Back at Mac's place we got started pretty well straight away with Mac, then me, then Mac getting it from Jim, and so on. I also got some from Mac. Due to absolutely no-one's fault but my own, my heart wasn't in it and it wasn't getting me turned on as it normally would. I just hope I didn't spoil Jim & Mac's enjoyment of the session by being pretty unresponsive. Even when Mac screwed me at the end of the session, I didn't get hard! Worry is such a debilitating emotion, but when you are potentially seriously ill you can't help but do it! Hope I'm feeling more up for it when I play with Mac again next.
5th January 2001 First 31 Club of the year!
Since this was the first Club meeting of the year I decided I was going to make it something special. So I kept my clothes on! Well, that is I kept my fleece and track pants on until playtime had been announced. I think maybe some of the reason for losing the mood at recent Clubs is that I get into my shorts and top too soon and get cold. Under the warm clothes I wore a pair of tiny, tight, thin white cotton shorts and a tight white tee-shirt. My thinking seems to have been OK - by the time I did strip down to them, I was still feeling pretty frisky so I went downstairs to play with more enthusiasm than usual.
I'd arranged in advance that I would get a warm up from Bob and before very long I was over his knees getting my but hand spanked on the shorts. Soon I was stood up and positioned, naked, standing in front of a chair with my hands on the seat for a dozen swats with my Borstal Strap followed by a dozen with Bobs Tawse. These were followed by 25 strokes across my back with my Heavy Flogger and finally twelve strokes with each of two canes. Some warm-up - a hand spanking and 72 assorted strokes! The last 24 cane strokes were a real challenge even though I was aware they were not given at full force. Butt tingling, I got dressed and went upstairs for what I considered to be a well earned drink!
Refreshed, I went back downstairs to find Mike for a flogging. Soon I was naked and my wrists were in leather restraints tied to hooks in the low ceiling. I didn't count strokes but I guess it would have been around fifty, interspersed with swats on my butt with a wide, heavy two-tailed leather strap. I was thoroughly enjoying myself - and so was willy! However, the alcove we'd chosen was really freezing cold and I was getting too cold as well, so we had to stop long before our usual couple of hundred strokes. But it was great playing with Mike again and we agreed to hook up for a one-on-one at his place soon.
Upstairs again - mainly to warm up by the fire and to have a chat with Bob, then we decided to descend again to play one more time. This time I was stood against a wall, facing it and slightly leaning forward, my arms raised and my head resting on them against the wall. I was expecting Bob's usual two sets of twenty five with my Heavy Flogger. I got 100 straight off, no stopping! Bob was knackered! Sundry bystanders were impressed and so was I. I don't think I've ever taken 100 straight before. Well' I thought that was me done but a few minutes later Bob asked me if I wanted some more! Well of course I did so we found a space (very badly lit as it happened) and Bob told me I was going to get a dozen each with the two straps and six each with each cane, laid on hard. The straps were OK though in the bad light one of them wrapped occasionally. I coped with the canes better than I thought I was going to except for the bozos who blundered, or almost blundered into Bob's swing-back area. Twice. I have two very nasty weals at the top of my right thigh even today, four days later. No reflection on Bob, who is the most accurate guy with a cane that I know and who takes, justly, great pride in being so. But no-one can maintain any sort of accuracy when people keep blundering into them. I hate being marked and it has tainted the memory of what was otherwise a damn fine afternoon's fun.
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