College Spanking By OTKFME@comcast.net


This happened to me while I was going to college.  I was in a
class with two sisters.  I would kid around with them a lot, and
one day they invited to their rented house that was next to the
campus.  Once inside, we talked about the class we were in and
also life in general.  After a little bit, they asked me if I
wanted to do something kinky with them.  Being a red blooded
American male, I said sure, and they had me take off my clothes.
They left the room to change into something more comfortable.

They really surprised me when they came out.  Both of them were
wearing leather outfits, and Jane, the oldest sister, had a pair
of handcuffs in her hands.  Immediately, she pulled my arms
behind me and handcuffed me. Then Jane said to me, "We don't like
how you treat the women in your life.  You act like women are
placed on earth for just your sexual gratification.  After today,
you should have a change in attitude."  Meanwhile, her sister
Joan had pulled a chair into the middle of the room.  Then Jane
grabbed a hold of my penis and led me over to the chair.  After
Jane sat down on the chair she said, "We are going to start you
out with an over the knee spanking.  Please bend over my lap."  I
was totally naked, handcuffed, so I had no choice but to bend
over her lap for a spanking.  Jane was now wearing an outfit that
her legs were bare, and she gripped my penis between her thighs
to hold me in place.  Then my spanking started.  She went from
cheek to cheek, and I could really feel my bottom heating up. 
Soon, my spanking was beginning to sting, so I started kicking my
feet.

"Stop kicking your feet, or else I'll have Joan hold them in
place," Jane told me.  I guess I kept kicking my legs, because
Joan came over to hold my legs down.  But not only did she hold
my legs down, but she also spread them apart.

"I like this view," Joan said, "I can really see you spank him
and I can see his penis and balls."

After I was spanked like this for a while, Jane said, "Now I want
you to stand up, and then bend over Joan's lap for a spanking." 
So I stood up, and soon Joan was seated in the chair and I was
bending over her lap.

"I've been wanting to spank you for a long time," Joan said to
me.

"He will probably want to kick his legs again, so I'll hold them
for you," Jane said.  So now my legs were spread apart and I was
being spanked some more.

Then after spanking me like this for a while, Joan said, "Clyde,
we don't think you have learned your lesson, yet.  Stand up and
follow us into our bedroom."

When I followed them into the bedroom, I noticed some paddles and
other stuff on top of their dresser. Jane said, "We want you to
lie face down on the bed, and then we are going to spank you
using these paddles."  So with my hands still cuffed behind my
back, I laid on the bed.  Then the two of them uncuffed me, and
tied my hands to each of the bedposts.  Then they spread my legs
and tied them to the bedposts.  This left me spread- eagled on
the bed, unable to move.

"This way, you can't kick your feet or move about," Jane said. 
Then with Jane on one side of me and Joan on the other side, they
started spanking me at the same time.  They used different
paddles on me, and soon my poor naked naughty bottom was really
feeling hot and was turning red.

"Do you promise to treat women with more respect?" Jane asked.

"Yes, I do," I replied.

"To prove this for us, we will release you, but then we want you
to stand over and walk over to the end of the bed.  Then bend
over it to receive six final strokes of the cane."

"Do I really have to?" I asked.  "Haven't you spanked me enough?
I have learned my lesson."

"Stop whining, or else you will get eight strokes of the cane,"
Jane said.  So they untied me, and then I went over to the end of
the bed and bent over it.  "Count the strokes out loud, and if
you stand up or forget to count, the stroke will be given again,"
Jane said.  I had never been caned before, but I had heard that
it was painful.  Then the first stroke hit me.  It felt like a
hundred bees stinging me in a straight line.  I stood up and
rubbed my poor bottom.

"I told you NOT to stand up," Jane said.  "So that stroke will be
given again.  Please bend over."  So I hesitated, but bent over
the bed again.

This time, after the stroke hit, I stayed bent over and said
"One!"

After I received three counted strokes from Jane, then Joan was
handed the cane and she gave me three more strokes.  Before my
last stroke, Joan said, "We want you to stay bent over the bed
after your last stroke so that we can examine your bottom."

After the last stroke landed, I stayed in position, and I felt
two airs of hands examining by bottom and feeling the seven welts
of the cane.  "I hope you will now treat women with more
respect," Jane said.  "You can now stand up and put on your
clothes.  If we catch you treating women with no respect, you can
expect another spanking."

My poor bottom hurt for about three days after the spanking from
them.  After my spanking, I did try to treat women with more
respect.  But I was invited over to Jane and Joan's house for
other times, and more spankings.  
