This story, understood to be true, was forwarded to me by an English friend of mine who is both a railway enthusiast and a lover of getting his arse spanked ... enjoy!
It all started when I decided to take a trip from Moscow to Vladivostok aboard the Trans-Siberian railway. The first part of the journey from Moscow to Irkutsk, although very exciting from a touristic point of view, was totally uneventful as far as sex was concerned although I had not really expected to have sex at all during my Russian railway journey, let alone get spanked! I travelled in one of the two-person spainy-vagen first class compartments which miraculously I managed to have all to myself except for a short time between Ekaterinberg and Novosbirsk when I was joined by an elderly bespectacled bureaucrat who spoke no English and was totally uninterested in any type of conversation or communication with me. I was really pleased to see the back of him when he got off the train at Novosbirsk without even so much as a goodbye.
After breaking my journey at Irkutsk, I re-boarded a train for Vladivostok. This time first class was full and I had been allocated a berth in a second class kupe four-person compartment. Things got off to a bad start on boarding the train when I got screamed at unintelligibly in Russian by the fattest, ugliest provodnitsa (sleeping car attendant), who looked like some sort of soviet-era relic, that I had the misfortune to encounter during the whole trip. What I did to upset her I have absolutely no idea. I eventually found my compartment, with no help whatsoever from the provodnitsa who just glared at me like I was something the cat had dragged in, and found it occupied by three young Russian soldiers. These guys were really friendly, although only one of them spoke any English. They said I could have any bunk that I wanted, offered me a drink of vodka and joked with me about the ugly provodnitsa saying that they would like to cover her ugly face with a pillow and fuck her hard. Later, as the train set off towards Ulan Ude, the four of us had dinner, and lots more vodka, together in the restaurant car before returning to the compartment for the night.
We all sat on the two lower bunks, drinking yet more vodka, smoking cigarettes (officially prohibited in the compartments) and playing cards. It was a very easy game and I soon caught on how to play. The guys wanted to make the game a little more exciting by playing for something, but not money. The idea was that whoever lost a hand would remove one item of clothing. I would add that I had no reason to think that any of these soldiers was gay. Two of them had said that they have girlfriends and the one who spoke English told me that he was married and had shown me a photograph of his wife and two young daughters. We were all pretty drunk by this time, especially me, and all of us were in good spirits, laughing and joking. I was really beginning to enjoy the journey and had completely put my experience with the provodnitsa out of my mind.
The guy who spoke English was named Nikolai, the same Christian name as the last Tzar of Russia, as he told me many times. The other two were named Alexei and Dmitri. All three were in their early 20's, tall, broad shouldered and very good looking. Nikolai and Dmitri were from Perm while Alexi was from some unpronounceable place that I had never heard of which I think is somewhere near St Petersburg.
The first argument started over the fact that we were not all wearing identical amounts of clothing. Shoes and socks had been removed first, no problem there, but then Dmitri had had to take off his shirt and was wearing a tee-shirt underneath while Nikolai, who was next to have to take his shirt off, was wearing nothing underneath. For my part, I could hardly take my eyes off his strong, muscular hair covered chest and well developed pecs. However, Nikolai claimed that Dmitri was cheating and insisted that he should immediately remove his tee-shirt. This led to quite a heated argument in Russian with no helpful translation from Nikolai. Somehow the argument was settled. Dmitri kept his tee-shirt on. We played another hand and I lost. I wasn't wearing a shirt but a pullover with a tee-shirt underneath. To avoid any problems, I pulled both pullover and tee-shirt off together which passed without comment from the others.
Nikolai lost the next hand but refused to take anything off. The argument started up again. I was asked my opinion and suggested that the best thing would be for Dmitri to take off his tee-shirt and Nikolai to remove his trousers. That seemed fair to me. Dmitri protested at first but then pulled off his tee-shirt. Nikolai then stood up, standing right in front of me - the compartments are quite narrow - and started to unbuckle his wide heavy leather belt. He dropped his trousers and stepped out of them. He was wearing dark blue briefs with an enormous bulge, the weight of which caused the waistband of his underpants to sag at the centre and expose his thick black pubic bush. His bulge was literally only inches from my face and I could smell his masculine crotch.
Nikolai sat back down and Alexei started to deal the cards. At this point there was a knock on the door of the compartment. It was the provodnitsa. Dmitri responded without opening the door and Nikolai started to translate what the provodnitsa was saying. We were making too much noise. The other passengers were complaining. We must be silent immediately or she would call the Malitia. Dmitri managed to placate her and she went away.
'Fucking stupid bitch' Nikolai told me.
The threat of the Malitia being called however had an effect. The guys clearly did not want that to happen. Alexei, who was still fully clothed except for his shoes and socks, decided to take a walk along the corridor and tip the provodnitsa. Dmitri said that he would go with him as he needed to use the lavatory and started to put his tee-shirt back on. After getting both me and Nikolai to contribute quite generously to the tip, Alexei and Dmitri left the compartment leaving me and Nikolai alone. Nikolai made no attempt to dress but instead started to deal the cards, just two hands. We played and I lost so down came my trousers leaving me wearing just my white Y-front underpants.
The others still had not returned. Nikolai suggested that they had probably gone to the restaurant car to get another bottle of vodka and had stayed there where they could talk loudly, safe from the provodnitsa. He asked me if I wanted to get dressed and join them but also said that he didn't want to. I had really had more than enough to drink so I told him no, I was happy to stay in the compartment. I suspected that, if the others had bought another bottle of vodka, they had done so with the tip money and suggested this to Nikolai. Immediately his attitude changed. He and his friends were not thieves. They did not need my money to buy vodka. They were not poor. They had enough money of their own and did not need money from western foreigners.
I was taken back by his attitude. I had never meant to imply anything bad. I tried to explain that to Nikolai but he wouldn't listen. Instead he told me that I has insulted him and his friends and that I must be punished.
'Punished?'
'Yes you must be punished.' he told me, standing up. 'I will spank you'
He looked down at me with the trace of a smile on his face.
'You like, no?' he asked.
In truth, yes, But how could he have known or guessed that. I hadn't said anything about being gay or about my love of getting my arse spanked. But somehow he knew ...
I didn't answer.
'Stand up' he ordered.
'But the provodnitsa' I protested. 'They will hear in the next compartment and complain to the provodnitsa'.
I could see Nikolai's cock start to harden inside his briefs, getting bigger and bigger.
'Over my knee' Nikolai then ordered, sitting down on the opposite bunk. I did as I was told and he began to hand spank me across the material of my underpants covered buttocks, gently at first then getting harder and harder. I could feel the hardness of his penis against me as he spanked me good and hard. I started to yelp.
'Not so hard' I told him.
He laughed.
'Take it like a man not like a pussy' he told me, grasping the waistband of my underpants in his fist and roughly pulling them down to my knees before slapping me hard across the bare skin of my arse.
This went on for quite a while, Eventually, I had had enough and started to struggle but he held my arm behind my back and continued to whack my arse with his hand as hard as he could. I was sure that the sound of my being spanked could be heard throughout the train but no angry provodnitsa turned up to save me from my punishment.
At last he stopped and told me to stand up. I did do and started to rub my arse with my hands. My buttocks felt that they were on fire. But he was not done with me yet.
'Now you get strap' he told me, standing up, picking up his trousers and starting to pull his thick heavy leather belt out of them.
'God no!' I told him, looking at the weight and thickness of the belt and pulling up my y-fronts.
'Yes' he said, looking into my eyes. 'I know you want. I know you need'.
I was made to bend over the small table under the window. I was given six across my underpants, six with my underpants lowered to my knees followed by twelve with my underpants off. It hurt like hell and I was made to count out the strokes. It must have been the hardest belting that I have ever taken in my entire life and it left my arse bright red and hurting unimaginably. There were actually tears in my eyes when I was finally allowed to pull my underpants back on. But I would not have missed the experience for the world .....
So that is the story of how I got a spanking on a Russian railway train on the Trans-Siberian railway between Irkutsk and Ulan Ude. By the time the others returned, myself and Nikolai were both in our bunks pretending to be asleep. At least I was pretending to be asleep; my arse was hurting so much actual sleep was impossible.
