Group Spanking Game

February 29, 2008 – 10:00 am

There are six of us and a dozen of them. They are all young, naive,
innocent, staring at the ground, up into the night sky; anything but
look directly at us. They are beautiful, wide-eyed and nervous, their
slim bodies obvious in their tight jeans and T-shirts. One of the girls
licks her lips as she watches me.

With a grin at the guys I open the trunk and pull out six wooden
paddles, large and heavy. The eyes of the girls grow to saucer-size and
they look at each other with apprehension as I pass the paddles to my

“Off with the shirts, girls,” I say calmly as my men line up beside
me, each of us holding our paddle upright in front of us like a deadly

The nudity does not really bother them–it’s what the nudity portends
that makes them nervous. One by one each slips off their top and soon
the twelve girls are standing hands on their hips, naked from the waist
up. Twenty-four perfectly pert breasts exposed before me, trembling
slightly against the night chill, the nipples sharp and erect. Six guys
holding paddles attempt to discretely adjust their too-tight jeans.

Then it begins. Slowly at first, and then with panicked speed, the
girls begin to run across the wet grass, their bare feet slipping and
sliding awkwardly. The men close in. I focus on a petite blonde with a
terrific round ass and I rush at her, catching her butt with a loud
wallop from my paddle. She squeals loudly but her cries are immediately
drowned out by the thunderous blows of paddles throughout the park.

Suddenly it is sweet chaos. Half-naked girls are running everywhere,
guys with huge paddles smacking bottoms right and left. The girls are
wearing thick Levis so there isn’t much pain, really, but every blow
stings and there’s a humiliating rudeness at getting your butt spanked.

Then I called out “Halt!” and everyone freezes. The tall blonde with
frizzled hair and huge bobbing breasts I’d been chasing tries to stop
but takes a step, and then a smaller one. She stops, her face slowly
raising to mine, her eyes frightened. I grin and nod and all hope flees
from her face. She is doomed and knows it.

“Grab your ankles.”

She obeys immediately, bending over and keeping her legs straight in
the process. Without much preamble I wallop her ass hard with the
paddle, again and again, steadily and without pausing. She whimpers and
moans occasionally, the air hissing through her clenched teeth a couple
times as the paddle finally penetrates her thick jeans.

“Seven… eight… nine… _ten_!” screams the crowd as I spank the
blonde, the girls in high-pitched voices filled with alarm, the guys
with laughter and lust.

It is done and the chase continues until one of the guys calls a halt
and selects a victim for punishment. He selects a short girl with
dark-hair and a plump ass that has eluded my paddle all night. He spanks
her hard, though, and she’s yelping by the third blow. I enjoy it
immensely, watching her squirm and struggle to stay in position, legs
straight and hands gripping her ankles.

Again and again this happens until each guy has called a freeze once.
Then I order everyone to regroup back at the car. The paddles are put
away and I pass out narrow riding crops. “Off with the jeans, girls.”

There are groans and cries of dismay at this order, but everyone
Twelve girls in skimpy panties stand before us. I wave and the game
begins again, and this time the strokes are felt. The running now is
real, the terror no longer feigned, the cries earnest.

Again we each call a pause and select a pretty girl to taste
individual discipline while everyone else counts out loud. The girl selected
inevitably is in tears by the time the lashing is over, her pale bottom
glowing with red lines visible through her thin panties.

When each of us has punished our slut and we are panting with exertion
from the awkwardness of running with our cocks so stiff in our pants, I
call the final time out and collect the girls’ underwear.

Totally naked they stand shivering in the cool breeze. They aren’t
really cold but frightened, and they have good reason. For now I put
away the riding crops and pass out thick strips of leather. One girl
begins to cry just seeing the instruments of torture.

We do not waste much time but immediately begin our chase, catching a
few of the girls off-guard, their yelps at the stinging slaps of the
leather warning the others to run for their lives. The girls run
frantically, but they cannot escape. There is no where to go; the park
is too small.

One girl slips on the grass and slides a yard or two on her chest. A
belt lashes her bottom half-a-dozen times before she manages to get back
on her feet.
The stillness of the night is broken by cries of pain and the terrible
lashing of leather against flesh. It is exhilarating, forbidden,
dangerous. I am ecstatic.

Then the girls begin their attack. They come at us in pairs, one girl
sacrificing her bottom to the lash while the other takes care of
removing our pants. When our cocks are free the girls switch roles, the
whipped girl eagerly swallowing the cock whole while the other offers
her bottom for punishment.

It is too much for me. A warm wet tongue glides over my shaft and hot
lips grip it tightly. In front of me kneels a gorgeous youngster with
wide hips and well-reddened ass. Her cheeks are scarlet with welts and
her bare thighs are also striped. Her spread legs hide nothing from me
and I can see her slit dripping with juices as she wiggles her hind end
at me, eager for me to finish what I’ve started.

With a groan I pull myself away from the girl mouthing me, my hands
rudely squeezing her naked breasts as I push her aside. Without a pause
I thrust myself between the legs of the kneeling girl, enjoying the hot
feel of her ass against my belly.

She weeps at my punishment, my heavy strokes thrusting through her as
though I mean to tear her in two. My manhood bursts as I climax and from
then on the night is a hazy dream, a fog of pleasant memories and
astonishing daring and resourcefulness. The girls are monsters who will
not let me rest but make me ride them again and again and yet again,
never satisfied.

I am exhausted when it is over. All of us are half-dead. The park is
littered with the sprawled bodies of naked men and women, the orgy of
orgasmic bliss accomplished.

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