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The Great Red Spot
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Now that I can play heavy again after a period of post-op convalescence, I decided to "celebrate" in the US with Jim and some of his friends. You might think that 7464 miles is rather a long round trip to get beaten! I don't!
Despite getting up at half past six, I almost missed my flight! I was scheduled on United's mid-day flight from Heathrow to Dulles, Washington, DC, in a fairly rotten seat. Owing to traffic jams on the way to catch the tube to Heathrow, plus the fact that United were very short on check-in staff, I didn't get to the check-in desk until 11:15. I pushed my luck and asked for a window seat if possible. It worked - I got upgraded to Economy Plus - as I need the extra legroom!). The flight was OK and the sky over Canada was clear so I could watch the map go by for real as well as on screen in front of me. I played a few CDs on my new toy, a personal CD player bought for the trip. Flight was uneventful except that I left all my box of CDs on the plane - didn't even have an address label so, though United tried to be really helpful, I've lost eighteen of my favourite CDs!
Jim picked me up at the airport and, after more glacial traffic, we arrived at his place at about half four (half nine in the evening home-time). We were due to play with a Top I'd met before (but not played with) from SigMa DC, the S&M club in Washington. Ed had been highly recommended by several; guys I met at SigMa DC last October. With a little time to kill I took a shower to freshen up and also shaved quickly to tidy up my balls, butt and shaved pubic area. Ed rang to say he was on the way at seven and we were all three ensconced around Jim's dining table, eating and chatting by about eight , I'd changed out of my trakkies and into my see-thru camo tee and faded, tight, black rugger shorts.Over dinner I'd learned that Ed likes his Boys hairy! However, he does approve of shaved butts & balls.
We were ready to play by half past eight (01:00 home-time and I'd been up for nineteen hours, but I wasn't feeling tired). So - playtime downstairs started with Jim using a selection of straps on my shorts and then Ed had a go at me too. Soon the shorts were off, rapidly followed by the tee, leaving me naked. We played for about an hour but took plenty of short breaks to chat and so on. Also, Ed became concerned that my skin was very dry and might break so we gave it a good coating with Arnica* cream. For someone using implements that were entirely strange to him, Ed was remarkably accurate. In fact, unless I looked round to see, I couldn't tell who was hitting me! Only a couple of belt strokes landed awkwardly and caused me to complain - I always was a bossy bottom. During one break I began to feel really chilly and we weren't sure if I was getting tired or if it was sitting on a cold leather sofa. Maybe a bit of each. Anyway, after another short playtime we decided to call it a day and Jim took Ed back to the Metro station while I watched a naughty video. By now it was half three in the morning on my time (10:30 locally) and I still didn't feel particularly tired.
When Jim got back we chatted for a while and, just as we were going to bed, he asked me if I wanted a fuck. Silly question - of course I did. This was not my first fuck for three months but my second. It was the first post-beating fuck though, and I really wanted Jim to thrash my butt again but I didn't suggest it - I had another two day's play to go!
We'd made plans to go down to SigMa DC's "Spanking Party". I showered and shaved shortly before we left. I wore a pair of skin-tight, stretch, pale grey Wranglers and a tight black tee. No underwear. There's no room for me and underwear in those jeans! At SigMa I took off my shoes, jacket and sweatshirt so I was just in the jeans, sox and tee.
After the introductions - not many people there, it had snowed heavily - there was a demonstration of how to use wooden paddles (and one metal one!). I noted how expert (and good looking) the Top guy was and resolved to play with him later. Things got off to a bit of a slow start. Except Jim and I. He got me to stand against the net with my arms and legs spread wide. I got a few dozen with some straps and also some lashes on my back with one of his floggers and also with a shorter flogger/whip which was really stinging, even through the tee. But my arms were really aching badly and we tried to find a more comfortable position (without much success) to carry on playing with my jeans removed. We played for a while longer, mostly straps on my naked butt but my aching arms soon meant I needed a break. Could this be an effect of Jet-lag?
After a bit of a rest and a coffee and some nibbles (we'd not eaten since lunch) I went and found Ben (not his real name) to ask if he wanted to play. I was so glad when he said that he did, and even happier when he stripped down to just a pair of white shorts. He chose a selection of paddles from his collection and we went upstairs where he got me to stand against the web. He did not want to tie me to it - he likes first-time players to be free to move if necessary. He also prefers a standing or prone position for paddling (as I do) rather than any bent-over position which increases the risk of potential damage. So - he started to paddle my butt and, wow, he was good! I got quite hard almost straight away. Although he gave me around a hundred swats with the various paddles (including just two with the metal paddle!), he called a halt way before I wanted him to. On my right butt-cheek a large red area had appeared which everyone agreed was the skin about to break. I disagreed. I couldn't feel the spot at all - I wasn't aware of a specially sensitive area, nor could I feel any change in the skin when I stroked it. But, I suppose it made sense to avoid it for the rest of the night so we changed positions such that he could give me some really hard swats on my left cheek. He used two paddles and the second one was a real challenge! Lovely. When we finished we got a round of applause.
Finally, Jim and I played again briefly after coating the spot and the rest of my butt with Arnica cream* but I suddenly got hit by a wall of tiredness so we decided to call it a day. Jim had been playing with another couple of guys, one a novice, and seemed to have had fun with them. I was really pleased with how much I'd been able to take, even not taking into account my long break from the scene and the journey and all that. Bit worried by the "Great Red Spot" though. When we got home I took a look in a mirror - there it was, a little bigger than a silver dollar (or 50p piece) and very pink - almost as if every stroke that evening had landed just in the same small space. Very odd. Thinking of the possibility that it could be an allergic reaction, I smeared some anti-inflammatory cream on it as well as coating my butt with the usual Arnica* cream.
Today we'd planned to play with Den. He was due to arrive around eleven so I shaved and showered much earlier than I usually do. The shave bit is not just vanity - if a top spanks on stubble, it gets quite painful for him very soon, so it's vital that a bottom's butt needs to be freshly shaved. I wore the same kit as last night - the very tight Wranglers but this time with a white tee. Owing to the continued presence of the Great Red (now less angry looking) Spot we decided to play with back-work only for me and Den also beat Jim. I don't usually cope well with a Top also playing bottom in the same session but it seemed to work out OK and it was a way of giving me lots of breaks. After a short while it was decided to remove my jeans and check the fast vanishing spot. I had to put on my faded black shorts and then I got beaten on my butt by both Jim and Den before we went to lunch.
I wore the jeans out to lunch. Felt really quite vulnerable since they are so very tight and unfashionable and revealing. Perfect daywear for a bottom/slave.
Back home after lunch we carried on playing for another couple of hours. There seemed to be a tacit mutual decision to ignore the Great Red Spot and it was fun playing without such inhibitions. I got beaten by both Jim and Den and Jim got beaten by Den and a very good time was had by all. Towards the end of the session I was permanently hard and each stroke seemed to get me harder - it's great when that happens! Finally I was made to cum - I don't know who by - and it was such an intense one. Not had one like that for a very long time. Oh - and the spot had now vanished into the general pinkness that follows a good session, and it didn't come back.
As we were getting ready to go out for dinner I was hoping Jim and I were going to play again before going to bed. We were both too tired though. I'd have played if asked to or told to but we watched some telly and went to bed early. I needed to be at the airport for 07:45 the next morning!
*Arnica is both a homeopathic and herbal remedy and preventative for bruising. Recent studies have shown that Arnica taken as a homeopathic medicine probably has no benefit. However, used as a herbal preparation in a cream, gel or ointment, it really does prevent and even heal bruising in those people for whom it works - which is almost everyone I know, thankfully including me!