Spanked Into Submission

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Spanked Into Submission

Bad Bruce

It was spring break and a caravan of students from SW Texas State had just arrived at the beach on South Padre Island. Jane came with three roommates and two other cars that contained two couples each. Jane was the youngest, eighteen and a half, bright, sensitive and innocent. They’d hardly hit the beach when she spotted Bruce and was immediately attracted to him. Unlike the blue eyed, blond, boys she had known, Bruce was dark and swarthy, with thick eyebrows and expressive brown eyes. He had thick, wavy black hair, an athletic build, and a handsome face. Jane was blond, thin, petit, and attractive.

Bruce was with his best friend, Alex. Most locals avoided the spring break madness, but Alex was between relationships, and Bruce was constantly on the prowl. His friends called him Bad Bruce because of his love ‘em and leave ‘em dating style. Bruce is twenty-one and a college dropout who works as a mechanic and spends all his time (and money) on surfing, parasailing, hang gliding, and meeting women. He took vacation time to meet some students, ‘fresh meat’ to use his vernacular.

Bruce caught Jane’s glance and waited until she was alone. Alex had already paired up with her friend, Nancy. Bruce moved in for the attack and easily enthralled her with tales of his life in Corpus Christi. They rode on his motor scooter and ended up drinking and making out. She believed that Bruce loved her like no other, and they ended up having s*x in his apartment. When he dropped her off at her motel, he didn’t ask for her number; and, when she asked where they would meet tomorrow, he said, “I’ll see you when I see you.” He took off, leaving her stunned and feeling quite used. When she entered the motel, she was crying and told her friends how she had fallen for a rat. Nancy said Alex told her Bruce was heavily in debt, and she had an idea of how to teach him a lesson.

The next day, Nancy met Alex as planned and told him about Jane’s experience with Bruce. Alex was sympathetic and said this was typical of ‘Bad Bruce.’ Nancy said she wanted to talk to him, and Alex took her to the beach bar where Bruce was extolling his virtues to a couple of young women.

Nancy interrupted, introduced herself, and said, “You’ve been a bad boy with my friend, Jane.”

“I don’t know anyone named Jane.”

“The girl you laid yesterday.” With this, the two women slid off their stools and disappeared.

“Now look what you’ve done. Why don’t you mind your own business, Sweetie Pie?”

Alex said, “Nancy was my date yesterday, and Jane is her friend.”

“So where is this Jane? I don’t see her complaining.”

“No one’s complaining. I’m here to punish you,” Nancy said.

Bruce drew back. “You’re not one of those feminist karate experts, are you?”

“No, I’m here to propose that you submit to a public spanking on the beach tomorrow.”

Bruce leaned forward, wide-eyed and curious. “And why would I agree to that?”

“Two thousand dollars,” said Nancy, handing him a contract she had typed at the motel.

“And where would a student get two grand?”

“She’s got money,” Alex interjected. “Don’t you recognize her last name? Her family owns a chain of grocery stores.”

With that, Bruce read the contract in earnest. It stated he was to receive ten swats on his butt with a standard ping-pong paddle. He would be restrained and wear only a swimsuit. The spanking would take place in front of the beach bar at noon tomorrow. He could stop the spanking at any time but would then owe Nancy two thousand dollars. Bruce handed Alex the contract.

“What do you think?”

Alex read it and shrugged his shoulders. He liked the idea of seeing Bruce spanked in public.

“You need the bucks. So, the only question is whether it would be worth the embarrassment.”

Bruce smiled and said, “I’m not going to be embarrassed. This will enhance my reputation, letting the friend of a jilted lover gain satisfaction.” He turned to Nancy, “I’ll do it.”

One of the characteristics women found attractive in Bruce was that he was a risk taker. Therefore, it wasn’t surprising that he signed the contract without further thought. During the remainder of the day, Nancy’s friends spread the word that there would be a public spanking of Bad Boy Bruce at noon tomorrow in front of the beach bar.

Spanked Into Submission

Bruce arrived at noon sharp to see a sawhorse planted firmly in the sand in front of the bar and about seventy onlookers. Nancy had borrowed the sawhorse from a supply of barricades stored by beach maintenance. Bruce smiled as he allowed Nancy to tie his hands behind him and bowed to the crowd when they laughed, hooted, and then began chanting, “Bad boy, bad boy, bad boy Bruce. Bad boy, bad boy, bad boy Bruce.” With his hands tied behind him, his chest and slim waist were accented, and he looked handsome in a heroic sense. Nancy marched him to the sawhorse and bent him over it so that his feet were planted in the sand, his butt up in the air, and his head twelve inches above the sand. Bruce lost some of his swagger as Nancy tied his waist to the sawhorse, completely immobilizing him. Now he was a bad boy completely at the mercy of an offended female. Nancy pulled his canvas swimsuit out at the waist and discovered another swimsuit underneath. This was a bikini style nylon Speedo that Bruce figured would give some added protection.

Nancy pulled the heavier swimsuit down and off saying, “The contract says you are to wear only a swimsuit and a means one.” When he protested, she held the contract in front of his face. There was laughter from the crowd and a loud comment.

“Now we are getting down to the bare essentials.”

Bruce now felt exposed and was helpless to do anything about it. You rarely saw this style swimsuit except in competitive swimming anymore. Laughter from the crowd did not fit with his idea of an enhanced reputation as Bad Bruce.

Nancy then held up a ping-pong paddle and asked the crowd, “Who would like to take the first swat?” An ex-girl friend immediately stepped forward, and Bruce protested that Nancy was supposed to do the spanking. Nancy again held the contract in his face and pointed out the contract didn’t specify who would do the spanking. Bruce was silent and began to sweat. Rather than a bad boy, he was feeling more like a stupid boy. The young woman examined the paddle, turned it to the side with a rough surface, and held it under Bruce’s face.

“Tell me my name, and I’ll go easy on you.”

He couldn’t, made three guesses, and the woman got angrier at each attempt. She then tussled his hair, went back to his raised butt, and snapped the swimsuit.

“Are you ready?”

His response was to make another wrong guess. The woman then leapt straight up into the air and came down smashing the paddle across his butt with her full body weight adding to the follow-through. Bruce screamed in pain as the crowd roared its astonished approval. Sharp pain seared through his body, and Bruce tried to compose himself and hide his facial expression of agony. The crowd turned its focus of attention from the woman’s performance to Bruce’s public display of suffering. Many in the crowd gave a sympathetic, “Ooooou” and Bruce turned red with embarrassment. The woman came forward and pulled his head up by the hair so that he was looking straight out and admonished him.

“You could at least have enough respect to know the names of your conquests.” Bruce was silently shaking the tears from his eyes, and Nancy came forward, saying Bad Boy was going to learn even more respect than that. Onlookers, including many locals in street clothes, moved in to inspect Bruce’s scarlet butt and frayed Speedo. They began betting on how many swats he would be able to take. Bruce looked back to see himself being inspected and discussed. He was to be humiliated by angry women in front of friends and strangers alike. As he was dealing with these thoughts and feelings, he heard more bad news.

Nancy announced to the crowd, “The next swat will be administered at 12:30 p.m. and every half-hour thereafter.”

Bruce said, “You can’t do this to me. I agreed to be spanked ten times, meaning all at once.”

Nancy held out the contract again, saying, “Where does it say ten swats in a row?”

Bruce went into a rage, squirming against his bonds, trying to stand, trying to move the sawhorse, all to no avail. He stopped when he became aware of people staring at his enraged helplessness. “Alex, where are you?” Alex was standing behind him, not wanting to get involved.

“Alex, do something,” he said in a pleading tone.

“I can untie you, but then you would owe Nancy two grand.”

“The contract is invalid. Anyone would assume the swats would be all at once.”

“She tricked you. Out-smarted you.”

Bruce could only shake the sweat from his face, causing more black hair locks to fall down his sweaty forehead. Finally, the half-hour was up, and people drifted back from swimming or drinking.

A muscular woman stepped up, volunteering to take the next swat. She said she didn’t know Bruce, but she worked with abused women and would be happy to contribute to Bruce’s re-education. Nancy motioned ‘go ahead’ with a flick of her hand, and the woman pulled Bruce’s chin up and asked, “Well, Bad Boy, are you ready for another reminder of what happens when you mistreat women?”

Bruce closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, determined to minimize the public display of his suffering. This was wishful thinking, however. His butt was still red from the first blow and starting to burn from the sun. He had a dark complexion and a good tan from all of his outdoor activities but not on his butt. His butt was also damp with sweat and his Speedo, frayed and thin. The swat came and was every bit as hard as the first. It stung so bad he screamed out in agony, ending in a low moan and tears. The crowd cheered and jeered. Seeing a woman punishing a man in public and seeing him suffer resulted in their astonished, voyeuristic amusement. They eventually drifted away, except for some young women who were waiting on the sidelines. They decided to explore his body, reaching under to squeeze his large, wet n*****s and balls. Telling them to go away only made them laugh, and he tried to protest to Nancy, but she was at the bar with Alex and others discussing how to permanently correct Bruce’s attitude and behavior.

After the third swat by another vengeful female, Bruce began to wonder how much more he could take. He was now unabashedly moaning long after the swat, and the onlookers were mumbling things like, “He’ll never make it; he’s not even half-way there.” It was 1 p.m., the sun was beating down relentlessly; he was sweating profusely, and his butt felt like it was on fire. The last blow stung so bad he was glad to wait a half-hour before enduring another one. He was loath to admit publicly that he couldn’t take it and, of course, couldn’t pay off his bet with Nancy. Bruce lasted for two more swats (2 p.m.) and, after the fifth swat, began sobbing uncontrollably.

“Let me go. I can’t take anymore.”

There was laughing, clapping, and jeering. The woman had just had the man beaten into slobbering submission.

Bad Boy Stripped

Bruce tried to pull himself together as he, again, became aware of the crowd and told Nancy, “You tricked me,” as she unfastened his waist from the sawhorse and pulled him to his feet.

“You mistreated my friend, Jane, and now you are going to pay for it.”

“Untie my hands.”

“As soon as you pay up.”

“I don’t have it. I’ll have to owe you the money.”

“The contract calls for immediate p*****t,” Nancy said and, looking at the crowd, called out, “Tomorrow, at noon, there will be an auction at Bad Boy’s apartment.” She gave the address she had gotten from Alex. Nancy hadn’t expected Bruce to pay and would have been disappointed if he did. She looked forward to stripping him of his possessions as well as his self-respect.

Nancy marched Bruce to his motor scooter and made him give her the combination to his saddlebags. She retrieved his keys, wallet, and shoes. They then drove in her car to an ATM. With his password, she emptied his account of two hundred dollars.