This happened just yesterday and my ass is still sore. Being 35 years old doesnt make one immune to a good spanking as I found out. I had started to leave the office when a client of mine pulled up in an old beat up pick up truck. Mr. Martin is about 70 and is your typical farmer. He and my grandfather had been good friends.
"I was just locking up what can I do for you?" I asked. It was after six o'clock and all my staff had gone home for the day. I walked over to the pickup truck as Mr. Martin was getting out.
"I want to talk with you for just a minute about some farm land of your grandfathers" he said. So I unlocked the office and went back inside to talk to him. Mr. Martin is one of these guys who once you start talking to you know you are going to be talking with a good hour. We went inside and I walked back to my desk with Mr. Marting following me. I pulled over a chair and I myself sat down on the corner of my desk.
We both looked at each other for a second and Mr. Martin let out a small laugh. "Didn't your grandpappy ever teach you about flys?" Mr Marting asked. I just looked at him and laughed back and said "yeah they are pesky little critters aren't they". I just played along I had no idea what he was talking about but after all he was 70 so I thought I would humor him. "No, No, I am talking about your fly" Mr. Martin said. I looked down and my fly was wide open. I quickly zipped it back up and just made a joke of it. But to Mr. Martin it was no joke. He looked at me and said " I remember your grandpappys motto about boys with thier flys down". Boy did I remember also. If my grandfather caught you with your zipper down you were bent over and spanked. My grandfather always taught us boys to check your zipper ever so often.
Yeah, I said. If he were here and I were alot younger I know where I would be, over his knee. "What makes you think your to old to be spanked?" Mr. Martin said. Once again I just played it off as a joke and laughed. But Mr. Martin wasnt laughing. "OH, come on now, we are both grown men here" I said. Lets get down to what you wanted to talk to me about I quickly changed the subject.
Not so fast sonny, Mr. Martin said. First we have to take care of this little matter. "What little matter?" I asked. This about your fly he said. "You were taught better I know and your grandpappy wouldnt approve of me just letting this go." Those words echoed in my ear. He stood up and and scooted the chair back away from the desk and sat back down. Then he patted his leg and said "Lets get to it"
I could not believe my eyes, he wanted to spank me. I just smiled and said "come on now your not serious?". He nodded and said that will be 10 more. "This is stupid, I am a grown man with kids" I mumbled to which he said "yes and your still going to get your ass spanked"
I walked over and locked the door to the office, I knew by now he was serious. I walked over to where he sat and said, "this wont work I am afraid I will hurt your legs, lets just forget it, I have learned my lesson."
Your right, came his reply. "Stand over by your desk and bend over." He sounded so much like my grandfather at that point. I walked over to the desk and bent over grabbing both sides with my hands. I stood there waiting for what I thought would be a hit but hey I thought to myself he is 70 he wont spank very hard. The next thing I heard was him undoing the belt he had on. "My God, he is going to use a belt", I thought to myself. He said this 10 is for not obeying me when I told you to get across my lap. The first swat hit and for a 70 year old he sure put some force behind it. CRACK< CRACK CRACK..10 in a row with no stopping. My ass was ablaze.
"Drop em" I heard him say. I turned my head to look at him and said "WHAT?" He didn't give me time to react he reached around my waist and started undoing my belt. I took my hands off the desk and told him I could do it, He hit the back of my head with his hand and told me to stay in place. He undid my belt and pants and slid them down over my legs to my ankles. Then came that sound again, CRACK< CRACK, I was jumping with every swat. This is for not listening to me the second time he said. By the end of it I had tears rolling down my face.
"OK" he said "We are done with those, now for the 10 for leaving your fly open" Not 10 more I thought. I braced myself for the next 10 but as I stood there nothing happened. "This is on the bare ass", he said and yanked my underwear down to the floor. I felt like a child standing there with my white ass for him to see. He layed the belt down beside me and started to spank me with his hand. The first hit landed and my ass was already burning but the flesh on flesh contact was different than the belt so it made it feel even more alive. After about 5 I was pleading for him to stop. I dont remember which number we had gotten to but I jumped up and spun around. I could not take anymore. I was jumping up and down and rubbing my ass.
"Seems your grandpappy was right after all" he said. That remark caught me off guard. I looked at him and said "what?". He laughed and pointed down at my peter which was sticking straight out and bouncing up and down. "Your grandpappy always told me that when he spanked you your pecker would get as hard as a rock, seems he was right". Now bend over for the rest. I was dumbfounded and didnt know what to say. I bent back over and he finished the spanking.
After he finished I started to pull my pants back up but he stopped me, He told me we would finish our conversation just like this. So here I sat for almost an hour talking to this guy with my pants around my ankles standing there, because I sure as hell coulnt sit. As Mr. Martin started to leave I had forgot about the door being locked. He walked on and I immediately ran to the bathroom to beat off. My dick was still hard. I was in the bathroom with my pants completly off standing there looking in the mirror whacking away when the door opened and in walked Mr. Martin.
"Don't you ever get tired of playing with that thing?" he asked. He just shook his head and said "Finish pounding your peter boy then come let me out of this door". He walked out and I finished up. As I was letting him out he said, " I will be by next week up at your house to teach you a lesson for playing with that thing" "And by the way make sure both your sons are there, I want them to learn what happens when you get caught playing with your peter."
So now not only is my ass sore, but I have to explain to my sons why they have to watch their old man get a spanking... This should be very interesting.