Another exciting day at the spanker factory

 

On Tuesday December 7^th it was time to join the busy Christmas party of the 2kings spanking community, covid or no covid. It took place at The Hatch in New Cross.

I arrived a little late and found all participants engaged in the usual opening ritual. Our wonderful host Mike still found me a place in the magic circle so I could join in the work on the production line.

The gentlemen had in fact seated themselves in two large such circles, while some 20 or so females, skimpily dressed in Santa red, but with protruding bare bottoms, were being passed forward on a human conveyor belt. This belt consisted of men’s knees locked together in solidarity as the ladies were passed along like a slowly unwrapping parcel, with each gentleman giving each passing female bottom a solid 3-minute workout of well-aimed rubbings and swats. The circles were held together so tightly that each lady was being spanked on her bare bum by one gent, while the next (or sometimes next two) engaged her in conversation, so that each lady experienced social interaction at each end of her anatomy at once. By the time I had arrived each of the bottoms had already turned from white to red.

I surveyed the menu of ladies’ names which Mike had supplied and mentally checked them off as their protruding globes were presented to me across my knee in an easily removable pantie shaped wrapper. All you had to do was remove the wrapper and work on bouncy raw material beneath. The gentlemen behaved with the customary English reserve as these curvaceous trophies were passed on to them, some tapping away gently on the soft surface presented to them and others treating these surfaces as an anvil for their hammer blows. Each lady however seemed cheerful enough as she underwent this ordeal, occasionally adding to the fun by stretching forward from her prone position and touching or smacking the lady ahead of her on the conveyor belt in some indiscrete place.

After nearly three quarters of an hour of this highly productive labour, our overseer, Sally, called a halt and announced that she was retiring after some 20 years of supervising Mike’s parties to be a dutiful and caring grandmother to a child being born in January. We all cheered our congratulations, but still with some regret.For Sally had been an earth mother and protector to all those ladies, whether compliant or wayward, standing up for them against tricky or aggressive clients and running all the events with a rod of iron. She too was responsible for supplying a tasty and generous cold buffet at each venue.

Sally then announced a stripping artiste called Lola to give us an erotic performance in which she engaged closely with her largely male audience, while the ladies cheered from the side-lines. One hitherto quiet gentleman dressed in a blue Christmas jumper was simply ecstatic with joy when he was asked to sit on a chair while Lola cavorted on and around him smearing his face with some whipped cream which she had applied to her breasts. She them proceeded to impose her writhing body, dressed entirely in her birth suit, onto the front circle of willing gentlemen as she touched them, mounted them, and otherwise drew their attention to her cavorting presence. When she got to me, she took my glasses and rubbed them against the innermost reaches of her crotch, before placing them back gently on my face.

After that the ammunition was placed on the side tables, consisting of canes, floggers, straps, belts and paddles of all shapes, colours and sizes and Sally told us to enjoy free play. It is always a good thing to prepare for this by seeking a hook up with various ladies while they are still approachable in the magic circle, as later they disappear with whoever claims them first. I was lucky to start with the beautiful curvaceous and bubbly Peaches, suitably dressed with a black tulle around the waist of her one piece Santa outfit. She readily agreed to lay herself across my lap for a spanking as she had escaped me earlier by reaching me on the conveyor belt just when action had stopped. Mostly, if I have the time, I prefer to produce a varied programme on girl’s bottoms, beginning with caressing and lighter taps, then increasing the tempo, until I rain down an absolute wall of spanks, which I then follow with slower harder strokes, interspersed again with gentle rubbings. I feel that ladies prefer this to a monotonous pounding of indistinguishable strokes, each like the other, regardless of whether they are harder or softer. After that I produced my usual Midland Bank (shows my age!) cheque book cover and proceed to slap Peaches’ derriere with measured slaps which she seemed to find very amusing. I am always cheered by how much ladies seem to enjoy this harmless little toy which only stimulates the nerve ends but delivers a healthy smacking sound. Then, as is usual, we switched and for the first of many times that afternoon, as I was able to lay myself expectantly across a female lap and present my bare bottom for correction by a beautiful lady. Peaches initially approached my nether regions with a gentle caressing series of strokes to put me at my ease and then began landing harder ones. Then she completed the task with a paddle I had produced. After some minutes I thanked her with a lovely cuddle, and with my behind reddened somewhat, and went on the lookout for more game.

Gentle Emma was absolutely charming as well, both in allowing me to spank her by hand and by cheque book, and then setting me afire by circling my rear cushions with the tips of her fingernails as she prepared to administer another cascade of loving smacks varying in size and intensity. Equally generous was the lovely Melissa as she ended her duet with a female colleague on another gentleman stretched across their laps and concentrated on me, administering both by hand and with a paddle. After my first 20 swats I asked her for a further 20, as the endorphins released by this series of spankings increased my bottom’s craving for more stimulation.

Then Jess, with beautiful ringlets in her hair, took care of me, joining in the Christmas spirit both by giving and receiving. After undergoing the usual OTK across her lap, I stood up to kneel on a chair, and told her to administer the next paddle strokes with a proper swing. Sure enough, I felt that now. By the time it came to Donna, there was no foreplay. She cut to the chase at once and even began her hand spanking with sustained hard strokes, which shook me at first, but which eventually my body absorbed with satisfaction. At one moment she was joined by another lady who asked if it was OK to assail me with a thin stingy strap. I assured her it was OK as I reminded her that I had two buttocks, so one each per lady to harvest.

Sugar too joined in the attack on my behind, but only flittingly as she was somewhat distracted by her participation in a relay of canings which she appeared to be giving and receiving along with her female friends, as well as some willing gentlemen. In the end she was bent over naked, creating a most enticing picture, as other girls took turns to cane her on her Renoiresque posterior.

My piece de resistance however was to find Kim, a true and beautiful lady, with years of experience. I encouraged her to display her superb flogging techniques on my body, as I had experienced them before at similar parties. I took off my shirt and she began with my back, starting again with gentle strokes as the cat o’nine tails slithered caressingly over my back and my shoulders. Then her strokes got harder and more consistent, as I visualized my back turning reddish. After some minutes of this assault, she told me to drop my trousers and pants, but continue in my bent down position. I remained totally naked in this pose with just my trousers around my ankles as the cat began its slow survey of my body, and especially of my buttocks. I could feel each individual stripe as the flogger covered my skin in a leisurely inspection, as if it was drawing a map of my body to measure where the later harder strokes would fall. Then the harder strokes began on my bum, my thighs, by back, my shoulders, as the intensity grew and the strokes began to concentrate more consistently, but not exclusively, on my behind. Soon the strokes appeared to be everywhere but, though my back still received a series of strokes ranging from softer to less soft, Kim just let rip over my buttocks, time and again, and again. Blows, which at the beginning of the evening might have been unbearable, were now absorbed through the pain, and my body, and especially my buttocks were craving for more. I was hoping that Kim would never stop. But in the end all good things must end and I gave this generous lady a big big hug.

Then slowly, I prepared to leave the party, satisfied that nothing could better such an all over flogging. I observed the revellers at the party, revisited both Peaches and Melissa for a few more friendly exchanges, made by goodbyes and walked out, awash with endorphins and glowing with Christmas good will, into the rainy street.

Now that was what I would call a party! Thank you, Mike and Sally. Thank you girls, one and all.