In the year between my junior and senior year in highschool, I got a job at the local family owned hardware store. My managers name was Ivan, and he was a small squat greasy man. The owner, Mr. Z. was bigger and older, about 62 or so and grey.<>
One day I was sent out to deliver merchandise to an area some distance from the shop. Ivan instructed me to be back by 5:00 as he has something to do and needed to lock up. As fate would have it I got lost and didn't return until after 6:00. When I pulled into the garage with the pickup, Ivan was waiting for me. He opened the door and pulled me out of the truck by my ear. He was screaming at me and told me he was going to teach me a lesson in punctuality. He dragged me to the back room and put me on the freight elevator to the second floor store room. He dragged me off the elevator and I saw an armless wooden chair in the center of the room. Under the chair was a small wooden paddle. I now knew what was going to happen to me. Ever since I was 12 years old, I fantasized about being bare naked and spanked over the knees by another man. Now I was about to be spanked. I couldn't believe how lucky I was.<>
He pulled me to the chair and quickly pulled down my shorts and underpants. The next thing I knew I was across his knees and he was spanking my bare bottom with his hand. The spanking was great, but I wanted to be naked. I wriggled off of his lap and he grabbed my tee shirt pullin it off. He yelled at me to get over his knees, or I would be fired. I kicked off my shoes, stepped out of my shorts, and quickly pulled off my socks. I was now naked and bent over his knees. I begged him not to fire me as he spanked me soundly.<>
After about 50 smacks I noticed we were not alone. Mr. Z. was standing over me asking why his delivery boy was naked and being spanked by the store manager. I guess Ivan got scared, and made up a story about me stealing from him. Mr. Z. was so mad he grabbed me by the arm and stood me up. He then sat down and put me across his knees and he started spanking me. I couldn't believe what was happening. After all those years of fantasizing, I was now getting a bare naked spanking by two men in the same day. The spanking hurt worse than I imagined and each smack sent pain down my bottom to my toes. It hurt so bad, that it felt so good. I know between the two of them I must have been spanked over 200 times. I started to cry and do the spankers dance while I was over Mr. Z's knees. I begged him to stop and he did. Just long enough to make me bend over the chair while he and Ivan took turns giving me 10 cracks each with the paddle.<>
After my spanking was over, I was asked if I still wanted to work for him. I said yes, as I would have worked for nothing if he would spank me. He gave me a raise, and told me that I would be spanked again anytime either he or Ivan thought I deserved it. They were true to their word, and for the next two years I was spanked at least once a week until I left for school.