Suburban Spanking Party Bondage
After taking a rare “day off” from Bondage Blog yesterday, today I am scrambling to catch up with some posts of interest. And one thing I notice right away is this post at Spanking Blog linking to Zille Defeu and her kinky magazine article about spanking parties in suburban 1970s California. Nobody who has read this thing appears to believe a word of it, but that never stopped me from avidly reading the Penthouse Letters when I was (ahem) a young man, so who cares? And there is bondage in it:
Blindfolded, I was led into the room, and placed over what transpired to be a specially built spanking “horse”. After the height had been adjusted and I was in position, my wrists and ankles were securely fixed, and a leather girdle placed across my middle. I knew that my bottom was sticking out, because my jeans felt very tight. Twenty strokes were given. It was interesting to appreciate that some liked to give the strokes one on top of another, others side by side, whilst others preferred to give one high and one low. The final effect was that my bottom was stinging like mad.
After a minute or so, the assembled members were asked whether they considered me suitable material for membership, and there was a great cry of “Yes”. I was then asked whether I wished to proceed to the full initiation. I must admit that I hesitated for a second or so, because my bottom was stinging so, but then I agreed. Immediately, I felt the level of the horse being lowered, which eased the strain on my jeans, now seemingly bursting at the seams. I felt what seemed to be female hands reaching for the zip of my jeans and pulling it down, followed by the pulling down of my jeans to my ankles.
Although the room was comfortably warm, the baring of the bottom seemed to allow some of the heat to dissipate. The horse was then re-adjusted upwards until everyone concerned was satisfied that I was once again bent over as tightly as was possible…
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