Getting in the Mood


by Bakerboy <Bakerboy17@hotmail.com>

The first time I had my butt beat by some one other than my Dad was when I was 13 years old after Woody and I got into this heated argument about which of Fathers gave the worst spankings. To prove the point, we each took our turn across the others lap to get a spanking, simulating what each others old man did, to compare. In the comparison...I think I made my point that my Dad's spankings were something you didn't forget very soon.

I'll never forget Woody's eyes when I brought out my Dads paddle. The only time they got bigger was the first time that paddle made contact with his little butt. After the spanking, Woody admitted that the paddle was worse than the bare hand his dad used, by far!.

Any way, I discovered that day that it was exciting to be across Woody's knees and getting a paddling from him on my bare ass. To make a long story short, I found myself on the receiving end of that paddle frequently for mouthing of to Woody. Occasionally, he would get the treatment in return, but for the most part, I was the one spanked! After we learned what to do with the things between our legs, the spankings became a prelude to _s_e_x_ and further cemented my need to receive spankings on a regular basis.

Woody was always eager to accommodate my need and wouldn't hesitate to pull me over his lap to feel the business end of that paddle. The only problem came when he moved to the other side of town and we only saw each other once a month. Up till he moved, I was getting a spanking from him at least once a week, sometimes twice. One time, I think I got a spanking every day for six straight days. Now, he was gone and I was in need!

Obviously, you just don't walk up to one of your school buddies and say "Hey, how about coming over to my place after school and give me a spanking?" Maybe you could, but, not me. I'm a lot more reserved about the whole process than that and never had the nerve to just come out and ask someone from school to do it. _s_e_x_ would have been bad enough to ask about, let alone the spankings. So, I didn't get much in the way of action after Woody moved. That is until I met Tommy!.

Tommy was sixteen, like me, and he was beautiful! Tall, blonde, great build, and from what I saw in the boys showers after gym class, he was hung rather nicely as well. I made up my mind to seduce him after I accidently saw him with one of those embarrassing unpredictable hard ons tenting out his jeans (he was sixteen, after all!). I don't think he knew I saw it because he was working very hard to keep it hidden from every one, but I did.

One day, I just happened to see him at a school party and discovered through conversation that he had car trouble that day and didn't have a ride home. So, I just happened to be in the right place at the right time and asked him if he wanted me to give him a ride home. He accepted readily, which surprised me a little bit since we really didn't know each other very well. Later, on the way home I suggested that we stop for a pizza and I got to know him a lot better.

Some how, in conversation, I was able to convey to him that I occasionally did things with other guys when the opportunity arose. I really don't remember the conversation, but I did it gently, so that he would know I played, without making it obvious. I didn't want it to back fire on me if he wasn't game for it. He was, and asked me after we were back in the car if I would "do it" with him. I gave him the best blow job I could right there in the front seat of my car.

Now, I was his first and he went through all the guilt stuff we all do, and I began to think he and I would be a one night thing until that Saturday night we he called. This time he wanted to do a lot more than what we did in my car and asked if I could come over to his house to "play". With Woody gone, I was always in the mood, and eagerly said I would.

When I got to his house, I discovered that his parents would be gone all evening and that he wanted to experiment with "_f_u_c_k_ing me". Like I said, I liked having _s_e_x_ and I was certainly willing to let him have his way with me. But, I also was in the mood to get a spanking, like Woody used to give me, and I wanted him to do it. The question was how to get him to do it.

When he first suggested that he wanted to top me, I played a little hesitant, and said that I wasn't sure I wanted to do that. He persisted, of course, and kept trying to talk me into it. I kept giving him a very weak no and he finally asked me why I didn't want to do "it".

I explained to him that the first time I ever did "it" started from me getting a bare assed spanking from a baby sitter. After the first time, whenever the baby sitter was there, I'd do something wrong and end up with him giving me a spanking. Afterwards, he'd _f_u_c_k_ me. I went on to explain that the only time I ever got in the mood to do "it" was after I got spanked. Since I didn't think I was really in the mood for a spanking, I thought it was a good idea to just do something else.

I could tell by his reaction that he was even more interested in doing "it" after he heard my story. Yet, he said "OK," and agreed that we would just do something else. We headed for his bed room.

After we got to his room, he said he needed to get something and would be right back. While he was gone, I hurried to take my clothes off so I'd be naked when he walked back into the room. I sensed that tonight would be something very special and I wanted to be ready for it.

Suddenly, he stepped into the room and I saw that he was holding a paddle in his right hand.

"What do you think your going to do with that?" I asked, feigning concern.

"I'm going to give you a spanking and then I'm going to _f_u_c_k_ your butt," he said bluntly, before making his way to the bed. Sitting down, he said, "There is no point in arguing about it, You're going to get it and that's all there is to it"

"I don't think you understand, Tommy," I told him. "I not talking about a few taps on the butt, it has to be a real spanking, or it will just make me mad."

"Oh, it will be real enough," he said.

"Wait a minute," I said. "Have you ever spanked anyone before?"

"No," he replied.

"Then what makes you think you can do it now?" I asked.

"Look," he began. "I've been spanked more than once and I think I know what is expected. Beside's, this paddle will certainly do a lot more than just piss you off."

With that, he said, "Now, Come here!" Grabbing my arm, he gave one sure tug and I landed across his knees. My bare ass pointed to the ceiling making a perfect target for the business end of that paddle.

"I said I didn't want to do this, Tommy!" I blurted out, trying to struggle off his lap and away from that paddle.

"To bad!" he said, and then sent that paddle crashing down onto my outstretched little butt.

SLAP!

"Ouch!" I yelled. "Stop it Tommy!"

SLAP! WHACK! SLAP! WHOMP!

He wielded that paddle like an expert. I felt my butt explode in burning pain as he increased the tempo and power behind the swats. With in a few moments tears welled in my eyes and my legs flayed in the air as I squirmed from the onslaught of that paddle. Before long I was crying in earnest, Tommy wasn't playing around, he meant business and that's exactly what I got.

From the on, Tommy spanked me as a warm up to _s_e_x_. I had found a replacement for Woody and wouldn't stop seeing him until I went off for college several years later. He even spanked Woody one time, when he was over to visit me. But, he never let me spank him.


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