It was one week after my 14th birthday. I was spending the weekend with my sister and her new husband Ron. She was sixteen years older than me, and she was more like a second mom to me than a sister. She had to work all day that Saturday, and I was left home with Ron. I asked him if I could go out with Stephen, one of my friends from school who lived nearby. He said it was okay.
The next time Ron saw me was when he opened the front door and saw a police officer standing there with me.
"Is this your boy?" the officer asked.
"He's my brother-in-law," Ron told him. "Anything wrong?"
"We found him and another boy trespassing into the house that theyre building up the road. They threw some rocks and broke some windows," the officer explained to Ron. "I don't think any charges are going to be brought up against him, but you might want to make sure that he knows the seriousness of what he's done."
"Okay, I will officer," Ron replied. "Thank you."
Ron waited until the officer was gone and then shut the door. He then turned to me.
"What the hell were you thinking?" he asked loudly.
"God Ron, don't have a cow," I told him.
"Andy, you were brought home by a cop!" he yelled. "You expect me to just act like nothing happened?"
"It's no big deal," I told him.
"If I was ever brought home by a cop when I was your age for doing what you did my dad would have whipped the skin right off my ass!" he said with a loud voice. "Maybe if your dad were still alive he'd beat some sense into you!"
"Don't you ever bring my dad up again!" I yelled.
"I won't have to," he replied. "Because I'm going to blister your little ass myself."
He grabbed me and dragged me off into the living room. I was quite surprised at first and then struggled to get free, but he was a weight-lifter, and I was a 90-pound, wimpy, 14-year-old. He held me tightly in front of him with his arm over my shoulder and down across my chest. With his other hand his fingers unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them open.
"What are you doing?" I yelled with mortification as I tried to break loose.
"I'm dropping your drawers for this so I can spank your bare ass!" he firmly replied as he held me tighter and began to yank my jeans down with his free hand.
He then grabbed my underpants in front by the waistband and began to slide them down. He knuckles brushed over my privates as he did so. My pants and undies now rested at my feet, and I was fully exposed.
"If you keep fighting me you're gonna get a lot worse Andrew," he sternly warned.
He then sat down on the couch with me in front of him. He now got a good look at my little _d_i_c_k_ and balls that had just started growing a few hairs. He placed his hands firmly on my hips and guided me down across his lap. God, I had never felt so embarrassed in my entire life. He had on a pair of cut-off sweats and my _d_i_c_k_ was resting right on his bare knee. He had me stretched out completely - my knees supported by the couch as well as my upper frame. My genitals and stomach rested upon his knees.
"Are you comfortable?" he asked. "Now's the time to let me know if you're not because you're going to be in this position for quite awhile."
I didn't say a word, and he took that as me being okay where I was. Holding me down tightly he placed his large hand on my little, bare bottom. He rubbed for awhile, knowing that the anticipation I felt drove me crazy. Suddenly, his fingers glided down inside my sweaty butt-crack. His fingertip rubbed over my asshole.
"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled.
"So, how does it feel to be bare-bottomed over my knees like a little boy?" he asked. "Act like a little boy and that's how you get treated."
He rubbed my butt all over, and then the spanking finally began. He raised his large hand and brought it down with all his might upon my bare bottom. I gasped as his hand hit my butt. His large hand fell across my butt again and I felt tears welding in my eyes. Suddenly he began to spank rapid-fire, over and over, and immediately I was howling and kicking. It felt like a hot iron placed against my ass. He must have spanked me continueously for five minutes, over and over non-stop. By that time I was screaming so hard I was beginning to lose my voice. He stopped for a moment and I suddenly felt his arm wrap around my waist and his hand around my _d_i_c_k_ and balls. He began to firmly fondle them and as he did so he resumed spanking me. I continued to kick and scream and his hand kept its place around my _d_i_c_k_. Finally he stopped spanking me.
"It's okay baby, it's all over now," he said in a comforting voice and gently fondled my _d_i_c_k_ and nuts. I felt a slimy finger slide up my anus, and he began to massage my prostate. God I felt so nervous, but I couldn't hold back because it made me very excited. A few short minutes later I began to spurt my very first load of cum right into his hand. "Good boy!" he said proudly, squeezing every last drop out of the tip of my penis.
After cleaning me up, Ron rubbed some soothing lotion on my bruised bottom. I had learned that he really knew how to give a good spanking, and I never gave him another reason to do so again. To this day, this incident is only known to he and I.