Acceptance of Fate


by Philipscottmalachy (Click for Author's Home Page)<Malachy32@attbi.com>

Previous story, 'Submission' can be found under author named 'Philip' as I accidentally ended up archiving it in another's file. That in itself put me again on the receiving end of John's batting arm, but that is another story.

It has been already six months since I first encountered John's leather paddle on that hot Summer day and true to his word, John punishes me at his own will with or without warning. They are no longer private affairs between John and me which has undoubteldy given John a desired affect on my words and behaviors. It is impossible to get used to knowing that at any given time, in any given company and in any given situation I may very well find myself pants around my ankles on the receiving end of one of John's disciplines. And certainly he seems not bothered by it. For as he says, "An ass is an ass, nothing that nobody's ever seen before....we all got one and you're mine."

As far as the rest of me goes that is my dilemma and keeping myself covered with my hands allows John yet another advantage of having full reign on my ass. It is my decision then in semi public places to decide when sheer pain overcomes modesty and I fling my hands back in futile attempt to stop the swings. Besides usually if we are out someplace I'm marched off to a bathroom made to stand against a stall door or blank wall or to the car where he puts me bent over the opened trunk so at least its a little more private and I'm always allowed to cover myself if I wish...and I do in the beginning anyway. Amazingly, the people who do sometimes encounter us just stare and walk on by pretending not to notice.

I suppose it is because of my slight frame and build and denuded of all body hair that I am taken as little more than a wayward 13-14 year old being disciplined properly. I've heard a lot of snickering and seen pointing fingers in peripheal tear filled vision and even have heard a few congratulate John in course of my spankings.

The humiliations of being without body hair and disciplined in public as well a privately at home, that are according to John necessary to help me overcome my defiant nature and swelled ego, began shortly after I had wrecked his car. John has a big formal dinner party every Summer over the Fourth at the house where a bunch of rich snobs all walk around sipping champayne half starved because the _d_a_m_n_ed hor doerves aren't enough to keep a bird alive. Dinner is hardly more, believe me.

Little did I know that I would be the entertainment of remaining guests towards the end of the evening. I had been good all evening too which really sucked. But rules were rules and by the Fourth I knew that my choices were to stay with John and allow myself the discipline whether it be warranted or not in the beautifully comfortable life he leads or hit the bricks and return to a life that has been penniless in its bounty for me.

It was John who perhaps had one too many coctails and decided to show his 'boy' to his friends. I had been forbidden to drink and therefore suffered the experience miserably sober.

Shortly after dinner John gave me the signal which I had become accustomed that it was time for my bath. It is required that I shower every morning and take a bath soaking every evening. Sometimes John uses this time to ensure that no hair remains anywhere on me and I know that he is 'in the mood' if I am recipient of being thoroughly cleaned out as well. Most of the time though I do this alone and then retire into my T shirt and shorts. On that particualr evening in fact I was anxious to do so actually as penguin suits are a real cumbersome pain in the ass!

In my absence I'm sure while standing around the bar John must have spouted off about my submission and dared then to test my acceptance of fate. For when I returned there was the paddle laying on the bar in the presence of not only John but about 5 others, one of which a woman!

"Get over here Scott", John over exaggerated for the amusement of company.

I played along never dreaming then in a million years that he'd actually order my shorts down as was his directive privately. I just figured that he'd land me a couple on the rear in joking fashion, I'd have myself a nightcap and that would be all. So I played right into his hand and proceeded over to where he was standing immediately.

Once there he said, "You know the routine....lets go" and grabbed my T shirt up and off of me. True panic then took over as I plainly saw the all too familiar motion that I was to pull down my own shorts, lace my fingers above my head and ask him to discipline me as I had by then been trained for our encounters.

"Don't ask me to do this John", I said still in my shorts with plea in my voice and knowing that John is not the kind of person that negotiates. This is especially true when it comes to punishing me for some wrong that I did or merely for his own pleasure. Any and all resistance from me just makes my fate worse as he is true to his word that he is far more severe if I resist him.

"Pull down your shorts Scott", he hissed barely above a whisper but threatening enough to send shrills up my spine and put my stomach in knots. It was embarrassing enough knowing that these people now knew that John spanks me, but to have to endure one right here in front of them was almost more than I could bare and I started to cry.

"Do it or I will Scott, you know that." And with total humiliated tears in my eyes I turned around with my back to his audience, the bar and him and dropped my shorts knowing that there were still marks from yesterday's disciplining session but figuring its better than allowing these people see my denuded dick and balls.

"Hmmmm....stubborn to the core, that'll cost you ten extra. You turn around and face me!" And with that I felt his firm hand on my shoulder spinning me around.

Quickly I shielded what was left of my manhood from prying eyes and trying best I could to ignore the snickering, no doubt my face was well blushing.

"Oh, I see...Scott's a little shy folks", he said to his friends whom had all taken advantage of every possible vantage point within 5'. I refused then to move my hands.

"Please discipline me John", I said though knowing that not doing so would be a costly mistake, and being only too aware that this was no joke, he was seriously going to spank me in front of these people.

John leaned me at a pretty strong angle against the bar with my upper arms then being the contact with it so that my hands could remain shielding my dignity. "Spread your legs!" WHACK! "Wider!" WHACK! and so the paddling began. Finally not being able to take anymore and no longer at all concerned that my boyish looking dick would be seen I sprank backward from that bar, hands grabbing and pulling at my pained flesh, stumbling around clenching my butt cheeks and actually protruding my penis further by doing so in plain sight of everyone. My only objctive was to somehow stop the searing pain!

"Now you owe us 20 more Scott for moving out of position. Hmmm...I'll cut you a break though and allow you to ask these people to administer them to you..no doubt they'll probably be less severe. Lets see, each gets five, but you can choose in what order."

"Oowwweeee...._f_u_c_k_!" I yelled still wrapped in my own pain and anguish as I continued my pain dance of sort.

"Yeah, and for that, we'll let our guests decide what implement they want to use on your ass!...Now get choosing who is to be first!......MOVE!"

I walked over to a small older man that looked the least muscular of the bunch and hands again in front of my privates, head down mumbled the ordered request. He was standing also near the bar, turned me sideways, put his own hand over mine covering myself and delivered five sharp blows with his hand to the center of my ass. Upon the last one he kept his batting hand on my ass and whistled, "Sure is warm back here." Embarrassing, but definitely survivable and I was able to regain some composure throughout his assault.

The next dude I knew wouldn't be so easy. While in the clutches of the first man this dude removed that spinny rod thing that is used to open and close the blinds and had every intention on using it! I had never been swatted with anything like that before and was clueless at low badly it hurt. He didn't aim for my ass but rather he expertly laid the first three on the back of my upper thighs. The pain was excrutiating and even worsened because when I bucked in anguish again no longer modest in the least, the last two landed haphazardly. One on the side of my thigh and the other right across the tip of my dick and the front of my thighs as well. I did more than yelp and squeal with that pain and landed in a ball on the floor.

After a quick agonizing respite at everyone's feet as they giggled and congratulated the gentleman, as I am since forced to refer to him, for his ability to deliver his message thoroughly to "boys with foul mouths" I was ordered on my feet by John. I did so, pleading that I had had enough, still crying, hiccupping and trying to catch my breath.

So I decided smartly that although incredibly embarrassing I would allow the woman next. Surely she couldn't have in her that kind of strength. Well...yeh and no. Upon my mumbled request while trying to regain composure and hide at least from her my nudity she reached into her purse and pulled out a vent brush. Obviously an expensive one for it had long metal pronges instead of plastic ones, and she bade me over her lap, the position of a child. At least for an instant though my dick felt really good in the folds of her cotton flowing skirt and I felt comfortable thinking that at least all that was in view was my ass and yeah, everyone does have one of those. Then it began...deep prickling pain that I only found out afterwards actually pierced my flesh. When she was done I just laid over her lap sobbing as she barked, "Get up....get up or I'll give you more!" It did take two more quick ones to spring me to my feet and again my vanity was gone as again instinct directed my hands back to my burning ass.

The fourth guy stammered apologies and excuses as to why he just couldn't spank me all the while he played with and fondled my hairless dick and balls while I stood there clenching my ass in my hands. It was humiliating standing there with a boner for everyone to watch but better than enduring another spanking and finally had to ask, "Please, I am getting over excited", at which point my body did compuslively spasm and it was too late to stop the ejection all over his suit and tie where he was sitting in a chair in front of me.

At that point or very soon after the first eruption I don't remember, the lady who had just spanked me with what I think was a wig brush threw her drink in my face as the last guy to have turn at my flesh barked, "You ignorant Son of a bitch!", while grabbing loose his belt.

Before I knew it I was where I began leaning straddled against the bar. Only this time my hands were clasped on its edge, my dick was still hard, throbbing and oozing and I was only faintly crying and praying for it to just end soon.

He kicked my legs apart as wide as they would go, had me competely stretched to the point where my balls were viewable from the back as well as the front and just started pummeling me already bruised and battered to the point of a prickling bleeding butt. He gave me more than five and I figured that he'd decided to take the other guys turn and stop at ten. He didn't. I counted 27 before I collapsed still standing my head in my arms on top of the bar, completely just giving myself over to the pain. At some point my dick did shrivvel back up and actually I pissed all over the front of the bar and could feel it creeping across the floor past my own feet.

He didn't spank me. He strapped me all over my back, butt, my legs and even upswung a few nailing me in the nuts. And all the while he cursed me saying stuff that I don't even remember I was in so much agonizing pain.

Finally it was John who called that man off of me and then ordered me to apologize to him and his guests and thank them for spanking me. To have to first apologize and then thank these people who had not only beared witness to my humiliation of an intoxicated John, but actually take part in it as perhaps entertaining was infuriating! Yet by that point in my agonizing pain and total nudity, I figured, screw it, what's the difference? They saw me naked, exposed, in pain and even wanked off. I had already accepted my fate.

And for John I knew that now that I had done so, yet another rule was set....anywhere, anytime.


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