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From: John D Stories <johndstories@gmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} The Spanking Paddle-Off (BDSM, FDom, Short Story)
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Date: Sun, 15 Sep 2013 06:10:04 -0400
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Last month I submitted a couple of stories to Alison Tyler; neither were 
accepted and this one was similar to what else she had received, but it 
seemed silly to leave it on my hard drive so it is here for everyone to 
enjoy! This is also available on website at 
http://www.johndstories.co.uk/short-story-the-spanking-paddle-off/ with 
all my stories

I bellowed in agony, my rump burning with white-hot pain from where my 
young neighbour had struck it mercilessly with her foot-long wooden 
paddle. I struggled pointlessly, wishing away the searing pain from my 
muscles as I tried not to focus on the streaks of suffering striped 
across my sensitive buttocks. My wrists and ankles were fastened to 
their spanking bench, one of two that occupied the room, with the black 
leather sticking to my naked skin as I was restrained for the "challenge."

"Two," she cried, and giggled as she watched my wife strike the lesbian 
partner of my tormentor with another wooden paddle. I stared into my 
competitor's eyes; they were awash with steely determination and focus 
as the sting of the paddle echoed around the second bedroom, adapted 
fantastically into an intimidating BDSM playroom.

I closed my eyes and waited for the next assault on my exposed and 
upturned bottom, wondering why I agreed to this ridiculous scenario 
after the dinner party; but I was a man, and I would not surrender to a 
woman. Even as my abused flesh was in further peril, my sexist 
competitiveness was foolishly unyielding. She may have been sexy, 
stripped half-naked so my wife could issue a paddling, but she was no 
match for the superior will of a man.

I clenched my buttocks, feeling the rush of air across my sensitive skin 
as the paddle was brought down angrily on my bruised flesh. I yelled, 
crying out in agony, and straining my bonds as I fought to get free. I 
clenched my fists, mumbling threats and profanities into the leather 
bench and glanced over to my wife.

"Give in?" She asked, but I shook my head; I would not surrender. She 
giggled, and swung the paddle against the exposed bottom of my rival. 
The painful thud and agonising cry, coupled with her tearful eyes, made 
me smile involuntary. I would not lose.

The next strike was harder than all the others: the evil tormentor 
ramming the paddle against my rear as if she was trying to hit a home 
run. I screamed, stretching my bonds so that they dug into my wrists. My 
bottom glowed angrily, excruciatingly painful streaks were layered onto 
my burning skin. I sniffed and begged for mercy, rudely squealing 
gibberish as my wife revelled in my discomfort.

"Give in?" She asked. Her taunting expression and gleeful smirk 
sharpened my resolve.

"No," I yelled, tensing my buttocks with determination. I watched as my 
wife slashed the paddle against my rival's arse, causing a small rivulet 
of tears to stream down her face. I took a deep breath; I would not 
surrender.

I didn't; not on the next hit or the hit afterwards, but as my neighbour 
smashed the paddle repeatedly against my fiery flesh with ever 
increasing delight at my discomfort. I heard her giggle and taunt, 
savouring the bruising to my vulnerable buttocks that she was causing 
with such gusto. They wanted me to despair and resign; they all did, but 
I blocked out their taunts and focused. Focused on ignoring out the 
pain, focused on watching my rival suffer, focused on the stickiness of 
the leather seat and the tightness of my bindings. Focusing on anything 
other than surrendering to three women.

She coughed and took a step back, steadying herself for another vicious 
hit with the paddle. I heard her grunt as she moved her arm and the 
floorboard creak as she shifted her weight, smacking the paddle with 
unwelcome force onto my exposed skin. I gripped the leather bench and 
tensed my buttocks but it made no good.

The smack filled the room, the sound of agony and torment bringing 
smiles to the faces of the two women I could see. I yelled, splitseconds 
after the deafening crash on my skin set light to my buttocks and sent a 
painful surge of agony through my rump. "I give in," I cried, desperate 
to stop the torment, and my wife shook her head. I knew what she wanted 
to say, but she just reached for the bindings on my rival with a wicked 
grin. "Now untie me," I told them, but there was no movement.

"Never challenge me to a paddle off," my competitor cried as she shook 
her hands free from the untied rope. She reached for the small table and 
picked up a small chocolate. "Especially not for the last Rolo," she 
giggled as she took the paddle from my wife. "They are my favourite. 
Now, I have to claim my prize as the victor," she added before adding 
the disputed chocolate to her mouth.

"Let me go," I begged, but the bondage held me tightly in place, 
awaiting the first smack of my arse from my young lesbian neighbour.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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