Here is the conclusion of the story by our friend Joey. You can catch Part 1 here if you missed it. Enjoy!
Spanked By Ms. Margaret
When I approached Ms. Margaret, her face was flush with anticipation as she grabbed my arm. All the privacy cubicles were taken. It was a very busy night. So, she took me to the saddle that had just been occupied for the very severe spanking I had just witnessed. Oh no, I would be on display for the whole room. My anxiety overcame any sense of modesty and I nodded OK. There was no way I could wait another minute. My heart was already thumping in my chest.
Ms M: “Well. What are you waiting for drop those pants young man.”
Me: “Oui Madame”
Her hand gently pushed me to the saddle and I bent over it. Now the saddle is a real western saddle and actually is comfortable to lie over. But, it forced me to really stretch my legs so that my bottom was taught and in the ideal spanking position.
Ms M bent down and whispered the safe words to me. And she reminded me that grabbing her ankle was a sign for her to lighten up.
I felt her hands lower the back of my shorts so that my bottom was bare and I could feel the coolness of the AC on my bottom.
At the bar, which was five feet away, I noticed that Mr. TR and Elle were sitting on stools and watching. At least my friend Elle was near for moral support. But, why was she smiling and her eyes gleaming with anticipation?
Ms M was dressed all in black and had a wrap around skirt that she removed to reveal her beautiful legs in black leggings. Her red hair framed her face and her eyes sparkled in anticipation of the spanking. She picked up a double strap, the same one she had used earlier in the spanking I just witnessed.
Deep breath. I am so toast!!!
Ms M: ”You will thank me and count each stroke in French.”
Me: “Oui Madame.”
The first stroke came quickly and really stung.
Me: “Un. Merci beaucoup.”
The hard strokes continued on and on and on. And, each stroke landed in the same spot each and every time.
Me: “Quarante-Cinq. Merci beaucoup.”
Ms M: “I want you to count and ask me for another.”
Me: “Un. Merci beaucoup. Puis-Je avoir une autre s’il vous plait.”
Mr. TR and Elle were both smiling and enjoying the spanking. Had Elle turned to the dark side?
There was now a continuous burn as the strokes followed quickly as soon as I counted.
My ability to use the proper wording and keep the count encouraged Ms M to strike harder. But, I was feeling confident at this point. My confidence would be dashed in a few minutes.
Me: “Quarante-sept. Merci beaucoup. Puis-Je avoir une autre s’il vous plait.”
Ms M: “Now I want you to count and tell me that you love me.”
I had guessed that I had received about 91 strokes and my bottom was on fire. Ms M bent down and whispered in my ear: “Are you OK?” I nodded yes.
Hard stroke in same spot.
Me: “Un. Je vous aime Madame M”
Me: “Quarante -sept. Je vous aime Madame M”
Mr TR and Elle are speaking to each other and Mr. TR asks Ms M to stop for a second.
Mr TR: “Joey is using the familiar form of the phrase and that is disrespectful. I think he should start over again.”
Ms M: “For your disrespect, you must start over and this time be respectful.”
So, now the strokes were up to about 139.
Hard stoke. My mind was totally blank except for the pain of the strokes. I did not know how to say it correctly so I made something up.
Me: “Blah, Blah, Blah in French.
After about another 35 hard strokes, I was stopped again.
Elle: “That is not the right expression.”
Ms M: “Joey!!!!”
Hard stroke after hard stroke rained down on my bottom.
So why is it that tops think that spanking someone helps them improve their memory? None of my bottom friends understand this concept and it did not work this night either.
Me: Said pathetically. “I do not know how to say it Ms M.”
Ms M: “Ok. Forget the counting.”
Good news. No more counting. Bad news. The strokes came faster.
I thought hold on, just hold on, it cannot be long now.
I could hear the echoes from the strokes as they continued. And, they were all in the same spot.
At this point I had received more than 200 strokes. The burn and pain seemed to increase with each stroke and the strokes were relentless. At my limit, I touched Ms M’s ankle and the spanking ended.
She lifted my shorts and helped me stand. I put on my pants and latched my belt.
Ms M gave me a big hug and I thanked her for the experience.
I walked back to where Elle was sitting and thanked her in a sarcastic way for her help. We both laughed. My bottom was hot and really sore. I was thinking that this was a great way to end the weekend.
Ten minutes later, Ms. M and Mr. TR rounded up me and five lovely ladies who were part of the group that I joined during the weekend. It was time for our punishment. “Oh No. Not now.”
Yes now. And, it was a real punishment spanking.
But, if you want to read how my weekend ended, I am going to refer you to the blog post by Rayne Bailey in the Blog “Mischief Managed.” In Chapter Three of her account of the weekend, she tells the story of the punishment. It was published on June 29, 2011. I am the “lucky” gentleman in the story. (You can read that here.)
The spanking may seem harsh to some readers, but for me it was the experience I had craved for many, many months. Thank you Ms. Margaret for making my fantasy a reality. And, thanks to Mr. TR and Elle for being a part of the scene.
And of course, a special thanks to my friend Lea for publishing my account in her blog.
Thank you Joey for sharing it with us!