One summer when I was 14 years old, we spent our holidays at the beach in California. I liked it a lot, playing football at the beach with some other kids. The only thing I disliked when we played there was some guy who was around 50 years old - he was always complaining about us playing and running around there.
Needless to say that we didn't care about what he said, moreover he only caused us to make things worse for him - we purely accidantaly kicked the ball at him, we made sure that we always ran along the place where he was sunbathing, and once I even dumped a bucketful of water over his head because I thought it was funny and the others had encouraged me. Everybody except him laughed a lot and for sure he shouted at us, especially me, even louder.
It really was some kind of sport for us to annoy him, and we strongly believed that it was his own fault that we had it in for him. Now, why should I care about the opinion of some stranger lying around there at the beach and grumbling all day?
One evening, I learned why I should've cared. I was running around with the other kids again and later that evening my big brother Joey and I joined our parents who were sitting at the bar of the hotel and talking to someone - it was our "friend" from the beach.....
That guy was introduced to us as Mr. Draper, and our parents told him our names. He recognized both of us again. Now Joey wasn't too shocked as he hadn't really been involved in bothering that guy, but I felt terribly. I felt ashamed about the things I had done at the beach and I had a conscience so bad that I could've sunk through the ground right there. Did he know before that those were my parents? What did he tell them? Was I really in trouble?
- "Hi Joey, hi Randy, nice to meet you." He smiled at us and pretended not to know us. That was a load off my mind. I also managed a smile and we sat down at their table.
The atmosphere was a bit tense in my eyes that evening, but it looked as if he hadn't said anything. My parents also hadn't noticed anything so everything was fine. They had just met at the bar and chatted a bit. But I was wondering why Mr. Draper didn't squeal on me.
The next day, much to the surprise of the other kids, I proposed to stop bothering Mr. Draper and look for another victim. That evening, I met him in the hall of the hotel and just told him that I thought it was very fair of him not to tell my parents anything. Also, I promised not to ever annoy him again.
- "You know what, Randy? If my son behaved like that, he would get a spanking that he would never forget."
My heart sank down to the ground. It only comforted me that I knew that it was illegal for him to spank me.
- "Now, do your parents believe in spankings, Randy?"
- "Nope, they don't. They think there are other ways to educate kids."
- "I guessed so. Otherwise, you would never have behaved the way you did it over the last few days. I think that every kid should've at least once received a sound spanking from an adult."
The legal situation made me very confident: "But you know that you aren't allowed to spank other kids other than your own, don't you?"
- "Yes, Randy, I know. If you can deal with the feeling that you've got out of this very easily, then it's a pity and nothing you can be proud of."
- "You mean that I owe it to you to let you spank me in exchange for you not telling my parents?" I understood quickly.
- "Exactly. You can think about it - and if you're a good kid, my room is No. 227."
With that he left me standing there. This conversation had convinced me that after all, this guy was really cool. He left the decision to me if I thought I deserved a spanking - now that's defenitely fair. It was MY decision. If I thought that what I had done wasn't that bad, I could just leave it. And if I prefered getting spanked instead of dealing with a bad conscience, I could also do that. I didn't have to think about it too long to decide that I had to get spanked.
I knocked at his door about half an hour later. He grinned when he saw me standing there.
- "Come in. So, you see that you deserve a spanking?"
- "Yes, sir." I nodded.
- "I knew that you're a decent sort. The only thing I will tell your parents is that they can be proud of you", he smiled. I also managed a smile.
- "O. K., Randy. I will put you over my knee and give you a bare-butt spanking. I'll spank you with my hand. When I'm finished with you, your ass will be very sore and you will be crying. You will be reminded of this spanking the next few days whenever you sit down, and I swear you will be sleeping on your stomach tonight. Do you still want me to spank you?"
- "I don't think I'd sleep very well tonight without the spanking because of my bad conscience. I'm quite thankful that you didn't tell my parents, and therefore I think you should deal with me regarding that matter. I'm not quite keen on a sore butt, but although this sounds a bit weird I think that would also be an interesting experience."
- "... and a lesson you won't forget very soon. Come with me."
With that, we went to the room where there was the bed and he sat down there. "Do you maybe want to apologize for your behaviour before I start to spank you?" he asked.
- "I prefer apologizing afterwards. I think that an apology before the spanking isn't very honest. I don't want you to think that I'm only telling you I'm sorry in order to reduce the amount of the beats you're gonna give me. Just give me a spanking you think I do deserve, and I won't protest. My permission already shows you that I understand that I've misbehaved."
- "That's an interesting thought. And you're a very interesting kid", he said. I smiled again and then started to pull down my pants. I lay down across his lap and waited for the spanking to start.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! That guy must've been an experienced spanker.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I couldn't believe that only a few beats could light such a fire in my butt.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Now I understood why he was so sure to make me cry because of a spanking.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I uttered some sounds that made him notice that I was really in pain.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! This didn't impress him. It looked as if he really was used to making someone cry because of a spanking.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I didn't expect mercy anyway. I didn't deserve mercy. What I deserved was a spanking just like the one I was getting now.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! He didn't talk during the spanking. He just beat me steadily.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! He didn't have to talk. I knew why I was getting spanked, so there was no need for him to explain it or to lecture me.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Each beat was very hard and I was really sobbing by now.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! What made it bearable was that I fully understood why he was spanking me.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I think a spanking must be pure horror if you think that you don't deserve what's happening to you.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! That was at least a problem I didn't have.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! He took care to only hit the center of my butt. He explained that this was so that nobody would notice its redness the next day at the beach in my swimsuit.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! As I said, he was really fair.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
He went on and on with the spanking. I wondered if he was ever gonna stop. After what must've been a hundred beats I had finally survived it. I remained lying there and still sobbed.
- "It's over, Randy. You took your spanking very well. I enjoyed spanking you because you didn't protest and because you didn't kick your legs. I'm proud of you that you understood what I punished you for." Saying that, he put some lotion on my well-spanked ass. "You know, the main thing is the spanking itself. I don't want the marks to last longer than necessary."
It's hard to explain that you can have a lot of sympathy towards someone who has just spanked the living daylights out of you, but I liked that guy. It was just too fair that he didn't tell my parents and although the spanking had been very hard, I was convinced that I hadn't got more than I deserved. My bad conscience was gone and despite the stinging pain in my butt, I felt better now.
I got up from his lap and dressed again. Still in tears, I apologized for the things I had done the other day at the beach, just as I had said before the spanking. I emphasized that especially the thing with the bucketful of water had been something bad and that I had really earned myself the spanking. He again smiled at me: "I hope you've learned your lesson, Randy."
- "Yes, sir. Thank you."
- "And I hope nobody will ever again feel the need to tell you that you've really been missing a spanking."
- "I'll take care to never get into such a situation again." I promised.
We went on talking a bit and when I had fully recovered, I left his room. I had really learned my lesson and hoped to never ever behave again in a way that someone feels he has to tell me that I deserve a spanking. Howeverm if I should get myself in such a situation again, I would again give that person permission to spank my bottom the way I deserve it.