The Old Tannery

We decide to check out the tannery. The only reason we can get in is because there is no door. We walk around. It’s almost like time stood still. Leather and hides are scattered about. Various finished leather goods are stacked and hung in various places.

Eric notes a wooden railing separating two sections of the tannery. He says, “I have an idea!”

I’m listening, sure that it is going to involve sex with me in some way.

He picks up a leather strap, probably originally destined to be a belt. He gives it a good crack that reverberates inside the building. “Let’s take turns reliving our pioneer childhood and get spanked.”

Oookay, I’ll humor you. Actually, getting the chance to take a few swings at both of them would be kind of fun. I say, “I’m in.”

Eric volunteers to go first. He holds onto the railing and bends over. Lewis pops him a few times, causing him to yelp. Then it’s my turn and I don’t hold back. Eric exclaims, “Damn, Riley has got a strong wrist.” He turns to face us but we can both see he is rubbing his ass.

Lewis goes next. He is more of a wuss than Eric was, and I accidentally catch the back of his leg below his shorts. “Hey! That’s a little much.”

I shrug and say “Sorry, it was an accident.”

Then it’s my turn. I walk over and grab a hold of the railing and lean forward. As if they had planned it they each grab one of my wrists, take a spare strap with a buckle, and secure my wrists to the railing, tightening the straps and buckling them into place. “Hey guys, I’m sorry if I was too rough on you.”

Neither of them say a word. They each take a few swats at me. It stings but my eyes don’t even water.

Lewis says, “So we are going to make a deal with you. We are going to spank you some more, and if you can avoid flinching, we’ll release you. If you flinch, even once, you have to do something special to earn your freedom.”

Ah, I knew sex would factor into this somehow. I say, “Okay, fine. Let’s hurry up because these straps are getting uncomfortable.”

Eric chuckles and says “Good.”

Then Lewis comes up behind me, unbuckles my belt, undoes the fly of my jeans and tugs them down. I ask, “What are you doing?”

Eric says, “Oh, we forgot to mention the bare ass part. Whoops.”

Ugh. This may be a little more challenging. The first crack comes out of nowhere and it stings like hell when the strap hits my ass. I don’t flinch though. I ask “How many tries?”

Lewis says, “Ten each. That was my first one.”

My ass is already on fire. This is going to be challenging. The strikes come out of nowhere with no rhythm or predictibality.