For a time, during our freshman year, Norman and I had been best friends in high school. Like most young friends, for a time we were inseparable, did a lot of things together, and even stayed overnight at each others houses. We lent each other all kinds of things, record albums, books, and stuff. Then, we had a falling our and were made at each other although I can't remember what we fought about. A couple of times I asked Norman, after we had broken up, for my records back and he kept promising to bring them but didn't. One night I went to his and knocked on the door. I think his parents were out of town and he was staying alone for a few days. Anyway, he didn't answer the door. I tried the door but it was locked. Then, for some reason, I thought, maybe I'll go in and get my records. I went around to the side of the house and was able to open a window and I climbed in. I had never done anything like this and it was sort of spooky. The house was dark and quiet, of course. I went down the hall to Norman's bedroom to find my records. It only took a few minutes to get them. Then I decided, partly for revenge, to take a few of his records. I picked a couple of the ones I knew he really liked, and put them with mine.
Then for some reason, I decided to take a couple of pair of his underwear. I had always sort of had the hots for him and liked to see him in his briefs. He really had a hot butt! I knew where he kept his shorts since I had slept in his room when we stayed overnight together so I opened his dresser and pulled out two clean but used pair of his shorts; not actually jockeys, as I recall, but Penny's brand. I put the shorts with the records. Just as I was picking up the records and shorts, the lights in the room came on and I froze. I looked at the door and it was Norman. He looked as surprised as I was for the first few seconds. Then he saw I had a pile of stuff and looked through it. He didn't say anything about my records but he looked up at me when he saw his records in the stack. He sort of smiled when he picked up his own undershorts. Then he put the stuff together and said we should go into the living room. I asked him why and he said he was going to call the police.
At this point, I tried talking him out of calling the police. He smiled his little smile and told me he had no choice. He thought it would be interesting when my parents found out and also thought I would have a hard time explaining to the police why I was stealing his shorts. I started to cry a little bit and begged Norman not to call the police. Then he asked me, "Well, what do you expect me to do, just forget you broke in and tried to steal my records and underwear?" I guess that was a reasonable question. I told him maybe we could work out a deal. He looked dubious, and shook his head. "I think I should just call the cops, unless..." I waited. Norman sat on the bed and smiled, "I have one proposal to make, take it or leave it." "What is it," I asked. Norman shook his head, "No, you just have to accept my proposal, without hearing it. But I'll tell you part of it. I won't call the cops and you can keep my undershorts. I'll even give you the pair I am wearing right now to sweeten the deal." I thought it over and agreed, wanting to get his shorts, without knowing what he had in mind.
Norman stood up. "Okay, take your pants down." I was surprised and asked why. "Because the first part of the deal is you're going to get a spanking for breaking in here. Now don't argue, just get your pants down!" I sat down on the bed and said I didn't know he had that in mind. Norman started to leave the room, "Okay, I'll go call the cops..." "wait, Norman, okay, okay." I took my shoes off, undid my jeans and slipped them off, dropping them on the floor, and standing there in just my socks and jockey shorts, waiting for Norman's next command. The first thing he did was unbuckle the belt he was wearing. I took a close look at it while he did this. It was a black leather belt like a dress belt, and it wasn't too wide or heavy. Norman pulled if off and held it in his right hand, without doubling it up. Then he told me to bend over the end of his bed which I did. Once I did that, he started whacking me with his belt, slashing me pretty good. It was landing all over my rump like a little whip, curling around my hip, and it really stung a lot more than I thought it would and I started hollering pretty good. Norman didn't seem to mind my hollering and just kept whipping away. After about thirty licks, he stopped and dropped the belt on the bed. "Well, I don't think you really learned anything from that, did you?" I told him that I had and it really hurt. He didn't seem persuaded and said that I hadn't cried. "Come with me" and he led me over to the closet. "I have another belt in here, help me find it."
"Why should I help you find it?" I asked. "So I can spank you with it" Norman said. This didn't make much sense to me but I didn't want him to call the police so I went over to the closet with him and we looked through his clothes. Unfortunately for me, I found a leather belt hanging on a coat hanger between some pants. It was a lot heavier than the one he had just licked me with. It was sort of brown, pretty wide, and pretty thick. I took it off of the hanger and handed it to Norman, I guess if I was smart I would have left it there. Any way, Norman took it and examined it, doubling it up and slapping it against his hand for effect. He nodded approvingly. "Okay, let's get back to work' he said. He told me to get back over the bed. I asked about his part of the deal, when was I going to get my stuff he promised. Norman thought for a second, and then sat on the bed, took off his shoes, pulled his pants off, and quickly slipped off the undershorts he was wearing. He handed them to me. They were really warm. "Okay, put them down until we're done." and he sat on the bed naked as a jaybird. "Come over here." I went over there and Norman pulled me across his lap. He spent a minute or so arranging me across his lap so I was in a good position for him to deliver his swats. Then, when I thought we were all done, he stuck his fingers in the tops of my shorts and pulled them down to my knees, so I was bare. So at this point, I was bent over his naked lap, with my sack resting just inside his right thigh. Norman took his left hand and put it in the small of my back and pushed down. I could feel his crotch right below by stomach and he was getting a little aroused by this, as was I. Quickly, though, Norman picked up the doubled up heavy belt and began spanking me fiercely with it. While the previous licking had stung, this hurt a lot more. After about six loud cracks, I was crying and begging him to stop. I was squirming around on his right thigh trying to get away but he had me pinned and kept spanking me good. Even though it really hurt, I was getting a real hard on and so was he. Anyway, despite that, Norman kept strapping me with his belt, one stroke after another on my bare ass WHACK WHACK, and he kept it up for maybe ten minutes, and I lost count of how many swats I got. It was too many, way more than forty Finally, Norman stopped with the belt and put it beside him on the bed. He asked me if I thought Ihad learned a lesson, and of course, I said, "yes, sir." So he left me there for a minute or two while he thought about what he was going to do. Then he said, "Get up and stand in the corner. In fifteen minutes, I am going to finish your spanking." I decided not to argue and went and stood in the corner, still naked. I could see when I got up that Norman had a big erection but he got some new shorts from his dresser and put them on, then slipping into his jeans and leaving the room. After a while, I heard him come into the room but he told me to keep my face in the corner. All of a sudden, I felt a sudden hard pain on my butt CRACK! I looked back and Norman had his belt in hand again, and he pulled me by my arm and sat on the bed, pulling me over his left leg and laying into me with his belt again. This time, I was kicking pretty wildly becauses it hurt so much but Norman kept whaling away and telling me to shut up or he would keep going. Finally, when he finally let me up, I was so sore I couldn't believe it. He handed me the belt and told me to put it away which I quickly did. Then I asked if my punishment was over, and Norman said yes. To my surprise, he asked if I wanted to watch some TV. So I said okay. After that we were friends again, although our friendship was a little different since that was not the last time that he punished me. One thing was for sure, it was the last time I tried to steal something from him