A Spanking in a Singapore Theatre

A Spanking in a Singapore Theatre

Some say the Singapore Theatres on the Bay look like giant durians. Some think they are elegant designs of modern architecture. To me they have always looked like a woman with her legs spread out. Or the butt cheeks of a giant. So it was with this in mind that I went to the first contemporary dance performance at the Theatre that night. Or rather, I sneaked inside. I was surprised it went undetected, but there were so many people that none of the security noticed. The lights dimmed, the stage curtains were drawn, and on came the first dancers. I was particularly struck by the one male dancer, among all the girls, muscular and leaping in the air. He spun my head around at the same time. I couldn’t believe my eyes. This being my first time to see a dance performance here, I didn’t expect my heart would start beating so fast simply by watching a muscular man, with nothing on but a leather drape tied over his hips, sweating and moving on stage.

The performance ended. I watched in silence as the audience filed out, leaving only me there. “The Singapore Theatre is now closed,” yelled the security guard clearing up the seats. “Please make your way out.” But I didn’t want to. I was still digesting the whole night. The guard looked at me. “Wait, you are the one that went in without a ticket! We saw you on camera, but everyone was too busy to chase after you!” Oops. I think it’s about time I started running. Suddenly I felt a hand land on my shoulder. “Are you alright?” I looked over my head and was shocked to see the male dancer behind me. “Yea.. yes, you.. oh. I loved your performance. Sorry. I’m just going..” The guard started walking towards me. I stumbled up. “Why thank you. Would you like to come backstage?” What was this invitation? He turned to look at the guard. “She’s with me,” he said. So I went with him, my heart nearly leaping out of my chest.

 

Theatre Singapore Night Time
Night Time Theatre Singapore

 

It was dark backstage at Bondage at the Singapore Theatre on The Bay. All the female dancers have gone home. “So, you were naughty tonight. Sneaking around inside the theatre and all,” he said. I couldn’t tell in the dark what his expression was. “Yes, sorry, it’s just… you were so spectacular,” I replied. “Was I? I’ve always liked to meet my fans. You are a beautiful one,” he said, moving closer. Our lips touched. I felt the warmth of his hand moving down my back, into my jeans. I felt them unbuckle. Soon after we were on the floor, backstage in the dark. I felt his sweaty body and I moved my hand to untie his leather cloth. He let out a breath. He started licking my breasts and I exclaimed in surprise. I felt his dick with my hand and a few minutes later it was inside me, I couldn’t believe the feeling or how amazing it all felt.

That’s how our relationship started. Slowly we fell in love. Every night after his performance, I would come to the Singapore Theatres on the Bay, go backstage and wait for him to finish. Tonight I stumbled upon the props cupboard while waiting. Lots of costumes, masks, and… what’s that? It was a paddle. My heart leaped out a bit. I’ve always had a fantasy about spanking. Could it be that he’s into it too? That night, I asked him, shyly at first, “Do you think..” “Yes?” “Well.. it’s just that.. if I was being a naughty girl again, would you spank me?” He looked at me with his deep, green eyes. “Why.. yes, of course. Go to the next room and wait for me to come.” I went there and waited anxiously.

Finally he appeared, holding the paddle. He sat down on the chair. “Here darling, over my knees please.” He moved his hand up and down my back, down my skirt, slowly lifting it up and removing my panties. He stroked my butt, with his soft hands, and asked me, “have you been a naughty girl?” “Yes,” I replied. “Very naughty.” He squeezed my skin, suddenly lifting up his hand and landing on my bottom with a loud smack. Then came the second. He spanked me more and more, stroking my hair in between. “I love you so much bad girl,” he said. He spanked me on one cheek and then the other, it got so fast that I started to cry out in ecstatic pain. He didn’t stop. He kept spanking my left cheek, my right one, and every smack echoed through the room.

As it got faster and faster, he touched my already sore bottom with his soft, warm hands. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered, stroking my hair. Then he picked up the paddle. He lifted it up and it landed on my right cheek and I cried out. I didn’t expect it to hurt so much. But it felt so good. Then my left cheek. My right again. After a few I wasn’t sure if I could take it. But it wasn’t over yet, apparently. I could feel his dick rising up against my tummy. My breathing was fast, I was sweaty and my chest pounding lying on top of his muscular legs. He put the paddle down on my left cheek. I rejoiced in his warm smell, his soft skin and weirdly in the sensation of the pain, the rhythm in which the smacks touched my skin, resounding in the dim lighted room.

He stroked both of my butt cheeks again. “Very peachy now darling,” he said, “there is just one more thing..” he reached down to my side and opened a drawer. He took out a strap.

I’ve never seen a real one. He stroked my butt cheeks once more, gave me a kiss on the back of my head. Then he took the strap and it hit me on the bottom with a loud smack. He spanked me a few more times with it. I moved my back up and down trying hard to breathe. He spanked me and after what seemed like eternity, he slowed down. He put down the strap, and gave me a final smack with his hand. Then, squeezing and massaging my bottom, he kissed both of the cheeks and took out a jar of massage oil from the drawer. He rubbed it on my red bottom, my back and up my neck, kissing them each time. I was gasping for breath by this point, overwhelmed with the experience. I could feel his dick is completely up and hard. I laid there and felt the softness of his hand touching my body. I loved him so much.

 

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