I was still 15, and getting semi-regular spankings from Mr. Beachy which I loved, when one day I ran into the janitor at school, Mr. Snyder. Bob, was an older man in his 60's who had a small farm near where I lived. He worked in the school to make ends meet. Being young school kids, we made his life as miserable as we possibly could. On a dare one day, I knocked over a large trash container near the cafeteria. I thought no one saw me do it, but was wrong. As I rounded the corner of the hall, I ran smack into Mr. Snyder, who held me by the arm and told me to follow him, or go to the Principal's office. I chose to follow him.
He led me to the door to the boiler room, where he had a small office. As he closed the door behind us, I saw him lock it. This started to excite me and caused some fear, as I wasn't sure where this was going to end. The hallway leading to his office, was dark, dirty, and loud with the noise of the furnace and boilers. He took me into his office, and sat down on his desk. I stood next to him hoping I knew what was coming next.
He told me he was tired of us _d_a_m_n_ kids, and was going to make an example of me, even if it cost him his job. He said I had two seconds to lower my pants, or he would do it himself. I quickly pulled down my jeans and underwear to reveal my bare bottom. He grabbed my arm and pulled me across his knee and over his desk. Using only his hand, he started spanking me. He spanked me for what was some time, and when done, I was very hot and sore. I stood up and called him some choice names that I knew would take me back across his lap. Bob told me to remove my clothes and pulled a metal chair over and sat down. He picked up a ruler from his desk and waited. When I was naked he put me over his knees and started spanking me with the ruler. I had been spanked many times before, but this man was mad as hell, and wanted to punish me badly. I was kicking and screaming for relief. He was giving none, and spanked harder. I had never been spanked like that before. Every crack was fire on my ass. I thought he would never stop spanking me. When he finally stopped, I laid over his knees and sobbed. He picked me up and bent me over the back of the chair and stood behind me. I begged and pleaded for mercy as he pulled off his belt. Doubling it up, he started whipping me with the belt. At least 25 cracks landed on my already wasted bottom. He left the room after he was done, and told me to get dressed and leave. If I was still there when he got back, he promised to start all over again. Believe me, I was gone in minutes. I can honestly say, I never again did anything like that while in school. That punishment taught me a good lesson.