Philadelphia M4M Spanking Party
I was never told why or how the invite to this Philadelphia M4M Spanking Party email invite ever found me but I got one. I was a horny 19 single skinny white boy who enjoyed living off campus in his small one bedroom apartment off campus. I kept mostly to myself unless I was meeting people I hardly knew to have sex. When I wasn't on campus or working at the video store, I was naked in my apartment jerking off to porn, having private chat about sex, trying to meet people for sex and letting strangers gaze upon me naked sticking things into my ass or even my penis on my computer cam. I wasn't interested in dating anyone and my sexual appetites we're insatiable. I enjoyed variety and my sexual standards were fairly low. I was up for meeting anyone. So when I got this email for Philadelphia, I was intrigued and confused since I lived several states away.
It only took me a few hours after receiving the email and looking at Spanking videos that I emailed back to find out more. Surprisingly, I was written back the next day. The email directed me to another person who was organizing the event. I emailed the person with a picture of me fully clothed and a nude picture. I was to include my preferences as to being a spanker or the spankee. I was definitely one who wanted to be spanked. I included my experience.....which was minimal. The idea of being bent over one's legs and being spanked at my age was quite arousing. I was easily turned on as I wrote back. I included my sexual history and added my home phone number. I was contacted a few days later.
He said his name was Andy. We talked about my willingness to travel and possibly being one of a select few to stay at Andy's house for the weekend event. He went on to describe how these events typically went. Being one who liked being spanked and a possible new member of their group, I had to meet with a current member face to face before the actual address of Andy's house would be given. I informed Andy that I lived a few states away. He told me that they had people coming from all over and it wasn't that uncommon. I agreed to meet the member face to face and was given a phone number. I called it that evening after I got off work.
It was just after 11pm on a Wednesday night when I called the number. I spoke with an older man named Matt. He seemed nice on the phone as we talked. He had been forwarded my pictures and information. Then we discussed about meeting face to face. I was figuring it would be sometime over the weekend and I'd probably have to drive some distance to meet him. I was shocked to discover that Matt only lived about 40 miles away just northeast of where I was. Matt insisted that I meet home as soon as possible. I told him I'd shower, shave....my body, and clean out my pipes with an enema. Matt suggested that I take lots of pain relievers before leaving so they would be effective once I got here. I wasn't expecting anything too rough since what Matt described as a small taste of what being spanked was like. After hanging up, I jumped into the shower excitedly and began shaving my light blonde pubic hair around my privates and the little hairs on my chest, I didn't have to shave my legs hair and there wasn't much of it anyway on my milky white skin. I dried off and gave myself an enema. I laid on the floor, inserted the tip deeply and squeezed the contents into my ass. It felt cool as the liquid entered. I laid there a few minutes naked on top of my towel as the feeling to expunge the contents increased. I held it in as long as I could and rushed to the toilet to relieve myself. Once finished, I took a few ibuprofen and slipped on my short jean cutoffs, a tight fitting white t-shirt, some socks and my tennis shoes. I was on the road just after midnight. I drove with speed to Matt's house.
I pulled up around 1:12 am, I had taken a few wrong turns but eventually made it. His house had one small light on over the front door to his very modest house. I put my wallet under the driver's seat and got out. I put my keys in a magnetic box and placed it under the back wheel well on the driver's side and then went to the door. Just as I was about to knock, Matt opened the front door. He stood there for a moment in silence. It was cool out and shiver went down my spine as he looked me over with his hungry dark eyes. He stood almost a foot over me and he looked much older than I expected with his grey/white beard that hung down by several inches. His belly stuck out from his t-shirt. He opened the screen door and peered around me to see if there was anyone around. His hands were big and thick. They looked strong and could easily break my hand if he wanted to in a hand shake. Then he asked me if I was the police. I found it to be an odd question and it took me a moment to respond no. He then asked me to take my clothes off before coming in. Even though it was cool outside, I was stiff as a board and my tiny pecker stood up straight as I slipped out of jean shorts first. I took my shirt off next then stepped out of my shoes and socks. He had me turn around for him and then I was invited inside. His place was a hoarders dream. Boxes and things stacked up to the ceiling and only a tiny path that led through his living room to the messy smelly kitchen and one down a small hallway to the bedroom. He had me leave my clothes outside and I followed him. I gingerly stepped on the flat crusty carpet. Matt stepped on things and you could hear them crack under his massive weight. I guessed he out weighed me daily by two times or more. I was just this skinny 115lb 5'10" 19 year old and here was a man who was 250lbs, 6'5" guessing late 50's or early 60's who was about to punish me with his meaty paws into submission. He sat down on the edge of bed and it squeaked loudly under the strain. He motioned me over. I scooted over as my cock bounced upwards. He didn't even seem to notice how erect I was as he pulled me over his knees. He smelled badly but that was an afterthought when he began massaging my firm smooth ass with his abrasive meaty hand. Matt told me he liked my firm tight hard ass and with that he slammed on me. The force was shockingly hard. I yelped loudly and my eyes began watering. It hurt and that was just the first strike. I jerked up and was forced back into position. Matt told me to relax but it was hard. My butt was puckering up as I braced for the second strike. SWAP!! The sound was muffled in the junk packed bedroom. I reached back to block the third blow. Even with a partial block, the heft of his hand hurt my ass. I was crying and a whimper slipped out. Matt was put off and told me to stand up. I stood up and crossed my legs as I gently rubbed my left swollen buttock. He asked me if I was done. My hard cock had cowardly retreated and I covered my tiny package with my right hand in front of him. Matt saw my plight and seemed to not care. He flatly explained this is nothing to what some Spanking/whipping parties are like. He told me I needed to be toughened up. Matt then gave an ultimatum, either get myself over his knees or get the fuck out of here. I was scared and felt like a failure. I really wanted this and knew if I was going to go through with this I needed to get my naked body over this man's knees and take it. I leaned over and held one leg of bedframe tightly. The spanks went on and on. No matter how much it hurt, no matter how many tears fell,no matter how many cries I let out.......I stayed bent over Matt's knees. When he finished bruising my left ass cheek into a dark purplish color (he showed me with a mirror as I was still over his knees). He had me switch sides. The pain was excruciating but not as bad as the first butt cheek. Matt slammed his hand down harder, it felt, on my right butt cheek. Then a turning point.....
My body seemingly went numb. My body moved and jerked from his strikes but the pain level was no longer increasing. My adrenaline had been beaten out of me. My two dark purplish buttocks we're throbbing in a sensation that no longer affected me. I had expended all my tears till none were left. My mind was shut off and I no longer cared about another hard spank. I stopped tensing up and went limp. Matt could sense this and that was when he stopped. He gently massaged my ass. I'm sure it he was trying to be nice but it made no difference to me. He stood me up and I plopped over face first into his stinky bed. My legs were very shaky and the blood rush to my head made made me dizzy. I felt queasy and tried as quickly as I could to traverse the slender path out of the bedroom and through the living room out the front door. I guess at the speed I moved it surprised even Matt. He lumbered after me just to watch me puke in his front yard. I heaved and heaved until I was completely emptied. I was on my knees bent over hurling. Matt watched me for a moment then went back inside. His screen door crashed back closed. I clumsily made my way to the front door and grabbed my clothes expecting it was over. Matt came back with a bag full of ice and told me I better sit on this for my trek home. The drive home was horrific. I barely could put any force on the accelerator or break. It got so bad that I stopped at a rest stop. I moved into my back seat and fell asleep naked with the bag of ice on my ass.
As if that wasn't bad enough. I awoke to the sun coming up and a loud tapping on my window......
It only took me a few hours after receiving the email and looking at Spanking videos that I emailed back to find out more. Surprisingly, I was written back the next day. The email directed me to another person who was organizing the event. I emailed the person with a picture of me fully clothed and a nude picture. I was to include my preferences as to being a spanker or the spankee. I was definitely one who wanted to be spanked. I included my experience.....which was minimal. The idea of being bent over one's legs and being spanked at my age was quite arousing. I was easily turned on as I wrote back. I included my sexual history and added my home phone number. I was contacted a few days later.
He said his name was Andy. We talked about my willingness to travel and possibly being one of a select few to stay at Andy's house for the weekend event. He went on to describe how these events typically went. Being one who liked being spanked and a possible new member of their group, I had to meet with a current member face to face before the actual address of Andy's house would be given. I informed Andy that I lived a few states away. He told me that they had people coming from all over and it wasn't that uncommon. I agreed to meet the member face to face and was given a phone number. I called it that evening after I got off work.
It was just after 11pm on a Wednesday night when I called the number. I spoke with an older man named Matt. He seemed nice on the phone as we talked. He had been forwarded my pictures and information. Then we discussed about meeting face to face. I was figuring it would be sometime over the weekend and I'd probably have to drive some distance to meet him. I was shocked to discover that Matt only lived about 40 miles away just northeast of where I was. Matt insisted that I meet home as soon as possible. I told him I'd shower, shave....my body, and clean out my pipes with an enema. Matt suggested that I take lots of pain relievers before leaving so they would be effective once I got here. I wasn't expecting anything too rough since what Matt described as a small taste of what being spanked was like. After hanging up, I jumped into the shower excitedly and began shaving my light blonde pubic hair around my privates and the little hairs on my chest, I didn't have to shave my legs hair and there wasn't much of it anyway on my milky white skin. I dried off and gave myself an enema. I laid on the floor, inserted the tip deeply and squeezed the contents into my ass. It felt cool as the liquid entered. I laid there a few minutes naked on top of my towel as the feeling to expunge the contents increased. I held it in as long as I could and rushed to the toilet to relieve myself. Once finished, I took a few ibuprofen and slipped on my short jean cutoffs, a tight fitting white t-shirt, some socks and my tennis shoes. I was on the road just after midnight. I drove with speed to Matt's house.
I pulled up around 1:12 am, I had taken a few wrong turns but eventually made it. His house had one small light on over the front door to his very modest house. I put my wallet under the driver's seat and got out. I put my keys in a magnetic box and placed it under the back wheel well on the driver's side and then went to the door. Just as I was about to knock, Matt opened the front door. He stood there for a moment in silence. It was cool out and shiver went down my spine as he looked me over with his hungry dark eyes. He stood almost a foot over me and he looked much older than I expected with his grey/white beard that hung down by several inches. His belly stuck out from his t-shirt. He opened the screen door and peered around me to see if there was anyone around. His hands were big and thick. They looked strong and could easily break my hand if he wanted to in a hand shake. Then he asked me if I was the police. I found it to be an odd question and it took me a moment to respond no. He then asked me to take my clothes off before coming in. Even though it was cool outside, I was stiff as a board and my tiny pecker stood up straight as I slipped out of jean shorts first. I took my shirt off next then stepped out of my shoes and socks. He had me turn around for him and then I was invited inside. His place was a hoarders dream. Boxes and things stacked up to the ceiling and only a tiny path that led through his living room to the messy smelly kitchen and one down a small hallway to the bedroom. He had me leave my clothes outside and I followed him. I gingerly stepped on the flat crusty carpet. Matt stepped on things and you could hear them crack under his massive weight. I guessed he out weighed me daily by two times or more. I was just this skinny 115lb 5'10" 19 year old and here was a man who was 250lbs, 6'5" guessing late 50's or early 60's who was about to punish me with his meaty paws into submission. He sat down on the edge of bed and it squeaked loudly under the strain. He motioned me over. I scooted over as my cock bounced upwards. He didn't even seem to notice how erect I was as he pulled me over his knees. He smelled badly but that was an afterthought when he began massaging my firm smooth ass with his abrasive meaty hand. Matt told me he liked my firm tight hard ass and with that he slammed on me. The force was shockingly hard. I yelped loudly and my eyes began watering. It hurt and that was just the first strike. I jerked up and was forced back into position. Matt told me to relax but it was hard. My butt was puckering up as I braced for the second strike. SWAP!! The sound was muffled in the junk packed bedroom. I reached back to block the third blow. Even with a partial block, the heft of his hand hurt my ass. I was crying and a whimper slipped out. Matt was put off and told me to stand up. I stood up and crossed my legs as I gently rubbed my left swollen buttock. He asked me if I was done. My hard cock had cowardly retreated and I covered my tiny package with my right hand in front of him. Matt saw my plight and seemed to not care. He flatly explained this is nothing to what some Spanking/whipping parties are like. He told me I needed to be toughened up. Matt then gave an ultimatum, either get myself over his knees or get the fuck out of here. I was scared and felt like a failure. I really wanted this and knew if I was going to go through with this I needed to get my naked body over this man's knees and take it. I leaned over and held one leg of bedframe tightly. The spanks went on and on. No matter how much it hurt, no matter how many tears fell,no matter how many cries I let out.......I stayed bent over Matt's knees. When he finished bruising my left ass cheek into a dark purplish color (he showed me with a mirror as I was still over his knees). He had me switch sides. The pain was excruciating but not as bad as the first butt cheek. Matt slammed his hand down harder, it felt, on my right butt cheek. Then a turning point.....
My body seemingly went numb. My body moved and jerked from his strikes but the pain level was no longer increasing. My adrenaline had been beaten out of me. My two dark purplish buttocks we're throbbing in a sensation that no longer affected me. I had expended all my tears till none were left. My mind was shut off and I no longer cared about another hard spank. I stopped tensing up and went limp. Matt could sense this and that was when he stopped. He gently massaged my ass. I'm sure it he was trying to be nice but it made no difference to me. He stood me up and I plopped over face first into his stinky bed. My legs were very shaky and the blood rush to my head made made me dizzy. I felt queasy and tried as quickly as I could to traverse the slender path out of the bedroom and through the living room out the front door. I guess at the speed I moved it surprised even Matt. He lumbered after me just to watch me puke in his front yard. I heaved and heaved until I was completely emptied. I was on my knees bent over hurling. Matt watched me for a moment then went back inside. His screen door crashed back closed. I clumsily made my way to the front door and grabbed my clothes expecting it was over. Matt came back with a bag full of ice and told me I better sit on this for my trek home. The drive home was horrific. I barely could put any force on the accelerator or break. It got so bad that I stopped at a rest stop. I moved into my back seat and fell asleep naked with the bag of ice on my ass.
As if that wasn't bad enough. I awoke to the sun coming up and a loud tapping on my window......
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