this is a true story and I am not sure how long it is going to be so I will just type now and worry about it later. it may be long winded and boring in some parts, but that is why they make page down keys :)~
I am a male, in my late 20's, and have love spanking since I can remember, mostly I love to get it, but love to see others get spanked also, and esp. love to see the boys spanked by adults, lucky me I have 2 neighbor boys who parents believe in spanking 150 %, but that is another story ( maybe) this is about me.....
I lived in farm country well not big farm but not a town either, so I had a dirt bike, that I drove around, nothing big just a 80cc, but for a 11 year old it was great. I was allowed to take it into my neighbors woods, he owned almost 550 acres, and I would be gone for hours, being a only kid and both parents worked no one cared or noticed. when I first got the bike I stayed close to were I could see the houses, but as kids are, I got braver, then one day I came across a old house and barn in the woods, it must have been about 50 years since some one lived in it. and like a good boy, I knocked on the door, but no one answered, I think I would have died if some one did, I opened the door, and as it almost fell off I got scared, _d_a_m_n_ could have been snakes and spiders in here, I got back on my bike and drove home, when I got home I asked my neighbor about the house and he told me that he was never back that far so it might be there and if I was going to go and explore to be careful. I said I started too, but got scared of the thought of snakes and spiders in it, he laughed and patted my butt, saying I was cute. I loved it when he patted my butt, he did it alot more then anyone I knew, he even said it was a cute bubble butt once, I guess now adays he would be in jail for patting a butt, ( a true shame in todays society). he then came out with a can of raid for spiders and wasps, a ax for snakes and a air horn to scare away animals, or if I was to get hurt just blow it over and over, and then he gave me a pistol I think a 22 cal. not sure with a box of shells, he tought me how to shoot when I was 7, I was happy and soon on my way with a patt on the butt again......
I got back to the house and it was the same, a bit more lighted, now that the sun shifted and was shining threw the trees, as I walked in I honked the horn, birds flew up and scared me badly, I wet myself. I had no choice but to take off my pants now, and as I laid them over the bike to dry I took off my shirt also, I now had only my briefs ( wet) and shoes and socks, I love that feeling, still do today,( not wet though) I walked back in to the house, and looked around, what a site I must have been, a 11 year on dressed in his underwear, caring a can of raid, and a gun in his hands, the ghost in the house must have been laughing, as I eased through the house it was eerie, some furniture was left, a couch, table, in the kitchen was a old stove and ice box ( refridgetor back then) a chair, I eased up the steps watching to make sure that I didn't fall through, I found a old broom so I was knocking down cob webs as I went up the steps, and honking the horn, I got to the first room and the door was locked, I got scared was someone here and hiding? I knocked loud on the door, nothing, I put my ear to it all quite, I would come back. the next room was unlocked it was a bedroom, still had a old bed in it and a dresser, I opened the drawers all empty but for a newspaper a drawer, I pulled it out, wow it was dated July 18, 1940 it was over 40 years old, it was brown but still readable ( I still have it) I went to the other rooms all open and empty, I then went back to the locked room, tried again, still locked ( good thing, if it was unlocked I may have wet myself again). then I remember the ax on my bike I had, I ran down the stairs and got it and back up to the door, I paused for a minute, what could be behind it, gold and money I thought, and with 3 big chops the door came unlocked, I slowly open the door and peeked in. it was a bedroom, furnished, a boys bed, dresser, clothes and sheets on the bed, I open the drawers his clothes still in them, I looked on the small nightstand, there was a photo, on it was a mom and dad with a son, he looked young maybe 8, ( I still have that also) I got a eerie feeling, what happen, why would a room be left this way and the house be empty. I left and went back and sat on the step of the porch, then I remember the paper I had, I got it and started going through it, then I found it, the boy was in it, he was 8, his name Samuel, he and his dad died from a cold ( wow a cold killed people back then). the mother must have moved out and left his room that way, I went back into his room, I started to empty the drawers, it was strange feeling his clothes, then in the bottom drawer I found a hairbrush and a belt, a razor strop I know now, I shook as I held it, Samuel got spanked with these I bet, I started to get excited, I rubbed them and held them, I could see him over his dads knee, I wondered if he was naked or dressed, what was used most on him the brush or strop, did he have a flat butt or bubble butt, did he cry, kick and squirm alot, or did he just lay there and take it. how many days had passed, scence he was spanked before he died, and why was he spanked ???? I then took the head of the brush and rubbed it on my butt, it felt strong, I was only spanked by hand, and then not to often, I had to feel it, I looked in the dusty mirror at the site, the brush covered almost all my one cheeck, it must have covered samuals whole butt I thought, I then rose the brush up and closed my eyes and brought it down hard on my butt, I jumped and yelled, I will never forget how much that hurt, I had tears in my eyes, and that was just one swat, but I was hard. I laid the brush on the bed and pulled my underwear down and looked in the mirror, a dark red spot covered my cheeck, I rubbed it, then looked at my hard hairless cut _d_i_c_k_, it was throbbing, I started to rub it, then something told me spank me somemore, I took the strop and raised high and brought it down, that hurt bad also, but not on my butt, I missed and hit my thighs, I put that back on the dresser, and waited for the throbbing in my legs to go away, I then took the brush and laid over the bed, and swatted my butt 2 times hard, I then turned over and started rubbing my hard _d_i_c_k_, I was not shooting yet, but it felt great, I had a great orgasm. I put the brush and paddle back into the dresser. I then walked over to the nightstand and opened the drawer, in it was a pair of plastic pants, wow Samuel was a bed wetter also, I rubbed them and thinking I wonder if they fit, as I took off my underwear I slid them up, they hugged my middle snug, like a nice pair of undies, only plastic, they felt great, as I rubbed my butt threw them, I bet he got spanked wearing them alot, wow I was hard again. those felt great, I took my underwear and placed them on the dresser and started to walk down the steps, the plastic underwear crinkled as I walked, not sure if they did that because they was old or just the way they sounded. as I walked outside I got abit more excited, what if someone was watching me, a 11 year old walking around in plastic underwear, I then said hey I wonder how the brush feels on these, as I ran back up the stairs, I took the brush and swatted my butt 2 more times, wow, those burned alot more with the plastic undies on ( later in life I found out, that they hold in water which makes the sting more powerful). I walked back down the stairs rubbing my butt with my erection poking up against the plastic ( another great feeling).