As I mentioned previously, I gave a lot of hand spankings at GASP. Here’s a story of two of them.

I was minding my own business, walking down the hallway of the 8th floor, another spanker a few feet behind me, minding his own business. I passed a couple of women, women who apparently the other spanker knew, because he stopped and asked them what they were up to. One of them said “looking for someone to spank us.”

I was close enough to them that it wasn’t weird for me to stop and join the conversation, and after some light flirting on the part of the women I said something to the effect of “well, there are two of you, and two of us, so if you’re interested…”

There was a bit of hemming and hawing, but after about a minute the women decided that yes, they wanted us to spank them.

We went into the hospitality suite, which was, to put it mildly, hopping. All the play spaces were taken. But there were plenty of chairs in the area, so I took one and the other spanker took the other, and I asked the women who wanted to get spanked by whom. I got the one with the longer hair first. and she went over my lap. I asked permission to lift her skirt, and received it, so up went that garment and I spanked her fairly firmly on the seat of her panties for a few minutes. Not super-hard or anything; I was just warming her up. Meanwhile, the other spanker warmed up the woman with the shorter hair and then went for the implements.

Eventually we swapped, and the other spanker went to town on the longer-haired woman, eventually ending with a bath brush spanking — one of the most feared implements by bottoms everywhere. While I was spanking the shorter-haired woman over my knee — who took down her pants without me asking, and who was wearing a thong so I was basically spanking her bare bottom — there was some good-natured joking back and forth, including my spankee complaining that the other spankee had been mean to her so she deserved what she was getting.

Well, we couldn’t have that. I spanked her harder, and eventually the other spanker tossed over a leather slapper. It landed in front of the shorter-haired woman, who refused to give it to me until I threatened her (in-scene and consensually). I didn’t care for the implement so I only swatted her with it a few times before going back to my hand. We wrapped up this way: when she decided she’d had enough, I offered her ten more hard swats — her choice. She said yes, and received her swats, and then we hugged.

I didn’t talk to either woman the rest of the weekend, except to answer a question the shorter-haired woman had the next day, but I feel confident in saying that they enjoyed their scene with us.

(The ensuing photo is not either of the women we spanked.)