After a long day at work, I'm sitting wearily in front of my computer. I need relaxation, the thought of spanking relaxes and excites me. I start to click through various websites. At some point, I discover a German event site called Arsch Events, doesn’t sound original, rather cheap and vulgar. Nevertheless, I look at what there are for events, after all, I don't want to attend an event, just browse a bit. The following events are listed:
Spanking School
Spanking Court
Spanking Prison
Spanking Office
Spanking Casino
Spanking Court appeals to me the most, I'll click on the event for more info. Sounds pretty good, you can participate as accused as well as spectator. However, only two places are left for the accused. The accused can decide for which act he is accused, but not about the criminal judgment. Criminal judgment considers the following points: Seriousness of the offense, Experience and taboos listed in advance on the questionnaire.
No one is forced to show his bare bottom, blows with trousers one are just as possible as to the bare bottom. There are four punishers, two women (twenty-six and fifty-six years old) and two men (thirty-two and fifty-five years old). One can opt for a punisher before the event as to who will execute the punishment.
The event makes me more and more curious, I click through the reviews, which are pretty positive:
“Great event, I'll be back next time.”
“I was terrified before the even. In retrospect, I'm happy to have overcome my fear, it was a special experience.”
“Has far exceeded my fantasies.”
“It was fun to be there as a spectator.”
“Arsch events simply offer the best events.”
Should I participate? The event is only about fifty kilometers away from me. Actually, I could also participate as a spectator. No, if I participate then it must be as the accused. 50€ is payable up front and it wouldn't be a big loss if I change my mind and don‘t get the money back, always assuming they send me a ticket.
My event lands in the shopping cart, I click on the checkout box and pay for the event via Paypal.
“Arsch Events thanks you for your booking and asks you to complete the questionnaire that we just sent you by email. We wish you a lot of fun at your event.”
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Holy shit, 12 o'clock noon and I’m already opening my second beer. No, I'm not an alcoholic, just damned nervous. Today is the day, in a few hours the event starts. Until recently, I was still completely relaxed, but slowly I'm getting nervous, am I crazy? Paying for an event where I'm being beaten by a woman. In my imagination it turns me on, but what if it isn't so in reality? It could be that in reality it just feels fucking humiliating.
Maybe I should just stay home, would probably be the best. On the other hand, life is just a sequence of moments, what have I got to lose? If it sucks, my self-confidence just gets a little fall, life goes on anyway. I drink my beer and make my way to the event.
I park the car in front of a massive building. It actually looks a bit like a courthouse. There are currently about 20 vehicles in the parking lot, probably a few more vehicles will be added, because the event officially starts in 30 minutes. I go to the entrance and ring at the door. After a short while, an elderly red-haired woman in a judge's uniform opens the door.
“Yes, please?”
“I'm... uh... I'm... here for the event,” I stammer. What's wrong with me?
“Do you have an invitation?”
With slightly shaky hands, I offer my invitation.
“Fynn Hoffmann, I remember your questionnaire. Come in.” I follow her into the building.
“Incidentally, I'm Carmen. In the lobby, there is a champagne reception. You look pretty nervous, maybe a glass of champagne will help you relax a bit.”
“I'm indeed nervous,” I admit.
“That's understandable, many who attend for the first time are nervous. Mostly they are pretty happy afterwards to have dared.” Her words reassure me a bit.
“May I ask what function you have at the event?” I ask.
“I’m a judge and one of the punishers.”
“You look a bit like the television judge Barbara Salesch,” I joke.
Seconds later, her hand slaps on my butt. Although I’m clothed, I feel the blow.
“Ha ha, funny guy, in your position, I wouldn't be so naughty. Although I'm not your punisher, I'll give the verdict.”
“Sorry, it was a stupid joke,” I apologize sheepishly, since I don't want to mess with her. We enter the vestibule, there are already over twenty people. The people are in a good mood and they laugh a lot. On a table, several glasses of champagne are filled. I take a glass and empty it with a gulp, Carmen looks at me amused. The doorbell rings.
“Cassandra,” calls Carmen.
A black-clad young woman with long black hair comes up to us.
“Cassandra this is Fynn. I have to go to the door, maybe you can explain a few things to him if he has any questions.”
“Of course, no problem,” says Cassandra and nods. She reaches out to me, we shake hands.
“Hi, I'm Cassandra, I'm your punisher today,” she smiles at me.
“Ok, uh… could have been worse, I think,” I reply uncertainly.
“They always say that beforehand.”
“Always? You’re often involved in such events?”
“Yes, now is the fifth time as a punisher and at the school events, I was a teacher twice. It’s always very exciting, at least from a dominant‘s point of view.”
“Are you purely a top?”
“You ask a lot…”
“Is probably due to my nervousness, sorry,” I apologize.
“Is not bad, is actually pretty sweet that you are so interested in me. After answering your question, I may also ask you a bit. Deal?”
“Deal,” I agree.
“No, I'm not just a top, but before I let someone on my ass, it needs a lot of trust and I have topped them at least once. At the moment there is only one partner who can beat me, however, my revenge is usually not very nice.”
I open my mouth, want to say something but she shakes her head. “Now I'm off with questions. Do you have experience with spanking?”
“Well, a little bit, I tried both sides with my ex-girlfriend. Unfortunately, she did not really like it and just tried it for me. That's probably why the relationship failed.”
“Sorry to hear that,” Cassandra says with a compassionate voice.
Then the courtroom opens.
“So people, listen again,” calls Carmen. “For the newcomers and forgetful ones among you, here's the process again. The defendants take their places on the two front benches and are called one after the other. Following the execution of the sentence, the defendants may sit on the benches in the back rows or leave the courtroom. Please remember that you are all here voluntarily. If you feel it's not working anymore, you can stop at any time. You just have to say the safe word "Red", then you're safe. Begging is part of the game. Blabber such as 'It hurts so bad' or 'I'm sorry' will not stop the punishment. Are there any questions?”