My last spanking had been weeks ago from Mr. Beachy, as he had gone to visit his sister in another town. I had been trying to get spanked by anyone I could with no sucess. I even tried to get paddled in school, but only got detention. Day after day, I wanted it more and more.
I was walking home one evening after playing ball with my friends, and went past George's house. If you remember from another story, George had spanked me in Mr. Beachy's house about a year ago. Nothing more happened since then with him. As I passed, he was on the front porch, and hollered for me to come over to him. As I got close, I smelled the whiskey on him, and knew I had an opportunity for a real good ass blistering.
He asked me what the hell I thought I was doing. I didn't know what he was talking about, and didn't care. I knew I shouldn't but, I got real smart with him and called him a dumb drunk. He grabbed me and took me into his house. The front door was not even fully closed behind us, before he had me across his knees in his living room. Quickly he gave me about 20 smacks on my jeans and let me up. He looked at me and smiled as he told me he was going to teach me a lesson in manners that I wouldn't forget.
Reaching to unbuckle his wide leather belt, he ordered me to remove my pants. I quickly did as told and stood bare from the waist down in front of him, with a raging hard on waiting for the belt. He didn't seem to notice my dick, and told me to bend over the arm of the sofa. George used the belt to give me 20 more cracks on my bare bottom, and stopped as I started to yell. He picked me up and removed my shirt, then bent me over his knees, and started spanking me with his hand. The more he spanked me the more names I called him. After about 100 smacks, he told me he was going to show me who was boss. He picked me up under his arm and carried me outside onto his porch. There he again put me over his lap and started a new spanking. He did this to embarrass me, but I loved it. I started to yell as loud as I could, and all the neighbor kids ran over to his porch to watch George spank me. I was loving this. There must have been ten or twelve kids there, all watching my bare bottom get spanked by this drunk. It was now out and all over town. George had spanked Joe bare naked, over his knees on the front porch. I wanted more, and got it at other times.