At the bar was this bartender Keith. He was a good looking White gentleman. He was definitely a Daddy type with salt and pepper hair, nice strong shoulders and biceps. He had somewhat of an intimidating presence with his size, and his stare was intense especially with people he was not familiar with. But he became one of my favorite bartenders, even if it was at a price; a price I didn't mind paying.
It was my 33rd birthday. The bar was well attended with hot guys which was even better.
As usual most of the guys had their own social circles in the bar. I never was a big bar person. My main motivation for going to the bars was to cruise. Outside of that, I didn't go out much.
Not having my own social circle, I figured I wouldn't stay long. I pulled up a chair and made my request. He starts off jokingly harassing me about how young I looked.
"What are you doing in here!"
"Getting a drink," I replied.
"Hold up! Let me see your I.D!"
"What! Are you shitting me?" Keith yelled.
"No Sir! I'm not! And by the way where's my free drink?"
"I'll give you your free drink! Get your ass over here!"
He walks from behind to the edge of the bar where the last chair is. He motions me to him and pats his knee as to communicate for me to sit. I walk over to him with a big grin because this guy is hot. I'm slightly embarrassment from all the attention.
Keith yells out for everyone's attention.
"Today is...."
"Mark," I interrupt.
"Mark's Birthday. He thinks he deserves a free drink!"
There's Laughter in the crowd.
"You're gonna get your Birthday drink, but you're still gonna have to pay for it." Keith says mischievously.
"Today Mark is 33!"
The crowd cheers. He turns to me and begins to pull my pants down.
"What the hell are you doing!"
He bends me over his knee and he begins to smack my bare ass right there in the bar for all to see.
"1!" the crowd shouts.
Smack
"2" again jeering and laughing.
At this time I'm smiling along while wincing with each strike.
This was my first time ever being spanked in public and I must say being over this guy's knee with his strong arms holding and spanking me got me excited. By the 33rd strike, my butt was burning. Even as dark as my skin is there was a red hand print on each cheek.
He pulled me up with my butt still exposed, and whispered in my ear, "You liked that didn't you?"
"It was alright." I shrugged with a slight grin.
"I know you did. I felt you getting hard when your dick was on my knee," He said with a smile.
Now I'm even more embarrassed.
Keeping my ass toward the crowd, he slightly tugged on my pants to see my cock.
"You're still hard." he said then he gave a quick yank on my dick and pulled my pants up.
I kid you not. If that man would have bent me over the bar and fucked the hell out of me in front of everybody I would have let him do it.
"Happy Birthday!" he said with a smile and offered me my drink of choice.
For about a month I would go in every Thursday night when he was working for a public spanking. We never had sex because of his committed relationship but he made me hot enough with his spank sessions.
Shortly after, he moved out of town with his partner. I often think back to those times. It has been quite some time since I've been spanked, even longer in front of everyone in a bar. But with the right Daddy and the right chemistry I would bend over and take the discipline in a heartbeat.
