spanked or be spanked / or switch

I had a friend once who loved to be spanked. And she liked an audience to witness her embarrassment . I would have her strip naked in front of the guys while I went to get the paddle. I found that a lightweight paddle worked the best on her.

She would be on the floor on all fours while I paddled her. Each smack was unexpected, and she would jerk with surprise. It didn't take long for the moisture to start forming at the entrance to her labia.

Soon it was obvious to everyone that she was turned on as her labia were glistening with arousal. When both buttocks were cherry red, as only a good spanking can make them, I would let the two or three guys there have a whack at her. That only added to her humiliation. And to complete her humiliation, I wouldn't let her get dressed afterwards, but would make her stay naked until the party was over. And it didn't last long after that.

She said the most embarrassing time was when she had talk to the other guys while naked, with her juices running down both legs. And there was nothing she could do about it. I wouldn't let her take a break and clean herself. Everyone there realized that humiliation caused a strong arousal response in her.

It didn't take me long to send everyone home, or to bed, if they were spending the night, and to reap my rewards from her humiliation. She would attack me like a woman possessed, seeking her release.

Eventually, she met a guy who would give her what I wouldn't, fell in love and got married. Don't know how much she told him about her past with me and our friends, but I suspect it wasn't very much. I have found that the majority of women only tell as much as they want their partners to know. They leave out the best parts, and for a very good reason.





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When I told this story, I was so wrapped up in the image of her being naked on all fours in front of those guys and being spanked (which is the topic of this thread), that I left out some important details. She would wear a dog collar attached to a leash that I would hold and guide her around the room with. I would invite the guys to reach down and fondle her small hanging breasts. This was humiliating to her as well as arousing–to be felt up by everyone there and to have no control over who fondled her.

I knew about her past sexual history and would ask her intensely personal questions in front of the guy or guys. This is information all females want to keep to themselves. To share it in public is humiliating. After each answer, I would smack her with the paddle. Her slut answers got two smacks or more.

Are you a virgin? No.
Smack.
How old were you when you first got fucked? 18.
Smack.
Where were you? In my college dorm room.
Smack.
When was it? The first week or so of my first semester.
Smack.
By the end of your first semester, how many guys had you fucked? I don't know. Too many to keep track of; Maybe 10 or 15.
Smack, Smack.
Today, how many guys in total have you had sex with? Way too many to keep track of, but I estimate well over 100.
Smack, Smack.
Have you ever had two guys in the same bed at the same time? Yes, but only a time or two. Well, maybe 3 or 4 times.
Smack, Smack.
Have you ever had sex for money? Yes, but only at the end of the month when I needed rent money after I moved off campus.
Smack, Smack, Smack.
Were those the only times you did it for money? Well, maybe every now and then but only when I wanted a nice bottle of wine.
Smack, Smack, Smack.

Being felt up while having to answer those intensley personal questions was so arousing to her, I was afraid she would cum right there on the floor while on all fours. While that, too, would have been humiliating for her, I didn't want anything to take the edge off of sex with me after the show was over.

Some may think I was too hard on her and delved too much into her personal life. But she never had to consent to having her breasts fondled, nor did she have to answer those questions. All it would have taken was for her to say no to the fondling or refuse to answer those questions the first time we did this and that would have been the end of it. But she enjoyed both of those, and more than willingly went along with it.

In fact, what I consider to be the two most personal pieces of information, she told me about after we did the leash thing the first time. She wanted me to ask her about doing it for rent money and for a bottle of wine, as that was so humiliating for her. It was never my idea to publicize the fact that she had prostituted herself in college and graduate school.

Plus, and a huge contributing factor is that she is a California Girl. They are just different.

 

Yes, she was a slut. Not anymore, though. Not since she got married, unfortunately, she says.

I have been in touch with her since yesterday.

She sent me a picture of her on her bed (with stuffed bears) in her dorm room at the beginning of her first semester. I asked her if that was the bed where she sucked her first cock and lost her virginity.
• Yes, the first time I sucked cock and got fucked was amid the Care Bears (look closely at the bedding if you haven't already). I think I told you that the first time I sucked cock was on a first date with a guy (white slightly overweight guy, but cute, with curly black hair and fair skin) and shortly after he left my dorm room, another guy (white dude, tall, thinning hair, eyeglasses, also cute) showed up unnanounced and I ended up sucking his cock. So two guys in one night, and my first time with the first guy. That was my start to Sluthood. Oh and I don't remember the guys complaining about my lack of experience sucking cock.
• The following summer, away from college, I started freaking out that I contracted the AIDS virus because of my promiscuity. I showed no symptoms, but I was freaked out because of my slutty ways. Got tested in West Hollywood (no other testing facilities near by) and was negative. Last time I got tested I was in my late 30s. Negative.

I asked her how long after the first night she sucked cock was it before she got fucked and lost her virginity and how long after her first one was her second time to get fucked.
• I would estimate within a week, two at the most. My second cock in my **** was probably within a week or less after that. I met a cute guy at one of the campus coffee shops or fast food restaurant. Gave him my number and he called me that evening, inviting me to his apt. It didn't take long before we started fucking and then hooked up one more time. By the second time I fucked him, I likely had fucked at least one or two other guys. It's been so long, I don't remember all the details. I do know that my first year of freshman year I was very active sexually, moreso than any other year. It seems like I was fucking and sucking guys left and right. I had quite the reputation among boys and girls in my dorm building.

So, yes, she was a slut before she got married. And her activities formed the basis for the questions I would ask her while she was on all fours.

 

Yes, she totally enjoyed herself. And she had absolutely no modesty as is evident from what she did.

I just thought of this: I wonder if I had told the guys to fuck her if she would have said no, or gone along with it and be further humiliated? That was the furthest thing from my mind as I wanted her to be really aroused when we went to my bedroom. If I had let the other guys have their way with her, she would probably had several orgasms with them, and I would have gotten her second best. I didn't want that.

 

Yes, this one really needed to be spanked, and she knew it.

I just asked her what she would have done if I had told the guys to fuck her when she was wearing the leash and on all fours. Here is her response.

"I thought about mentioning that to you but i didn’t want you to think i was more of a slut than what you already thought. I was hoping you would come up with it on your own. Yes, i would have let all of them fuck me. Even Jackson, as much as i disliked him. It would have been extra humiliating to let him between my legs. That would have set me off and I would have cum as soon as he entered me. What a sight my orgasm would have been as everyone knew i didn’t like Jackson. He knew it too, as he would pinch my nipples hard, just to hurt me, when he felt me up. But that was piling on more humiliation in addition to letting him feel me up. I was even more aroused when he pinched me hard. I groaned out loud, not from the pain but from the humiliation, and it was painful. The other guys would just tweak my nipples and be relatively gentle with them, but not Jackson. The more I think about it, the more I hated that bastard. But I would still have let him fuck me. And he would have been rough just to humiliate me further. And I would have had a huge orgasm.

While i would have liked for that to happen, its probably just as well that it didn’t. Those were our friends we saw socially, and it isn’t a good idea to have sex with one's friends. I did too much with them as it was. But in all honesty, in looking back on it, i wish i had mentioned it to you and let you make the decision. Those were fun days, and i miss them so much."

So now we know the rest of the story.