Growing up, I had fantasized many times about being spanked. At 14, I had not had any luck in living my fantasy yet. We lived near an old man who lived alone, and as far back as I can remember, all the neighborhood kids thought was crazy. We antagonized him every chance we got. Crazy old man Beachy terrorized all of us.
One day I got brave, and thought it would be funny to soap his windows. While I was on the dark side of his house, he came up behind me, and grabbed me by the neck. I was so scared, I managed to pull away from him and run out of his reach. For some reason I stopped and just looked at him. I was scared to death. He stood looking at me, and told me get inside his house. I don't know why, but I followed him inside. I was shaking I was so scared. He took me into his living room and sat down in a chair. Looking around the room, I saw spanking magazines on the coffee table. Men spanking men were in pictures in front of me. I was shocked to see that people actually did what I had fantasized about.
Mike scolded me for a while, telling me how bad I was for doing what I had to his windows, and for all the times we made fun of him. He said I needed to be punished and wanted to know what I thought was a fair punishment. I wasn't about to pass up this opportunity, and told him I thought he should spank me. He smiled and told me to pull down my pants and underpants and to bend over his knees. Trembling, I bared my bottom and slowly lowered myself over his knees. I was finally going to get my first spanking, and on my bare bottom at that. Mike pulled my tee shirt up and placed his left hand on my back to hold me down. He then started to spank me hard and fast.
The first three smacks took my breath away. After that each crack brought me to a new awareness of pain and ecstacy. I remember thinking that I couldn't believe that I was really getting a spanking. Mike spanked me about 30 or 40 times I guess and then stood me up. I was flushed and my bottom was sore and red. He asked me if I thought I had been punished enough. I said no and wanted more. He stood up and told me to remove all of my clothes and he would be back. I stripped naked and waited a few minutes until he returned. When he did, he had a large wood hairbrush in his hand. He took me by the arm and lead me into the kitchen where he sat down and again told me to bend over his knees. Again, I laid over his lap anticipating what was surely going to be a very painful spanking. Mike started to use the hairbrush to spank me this time, and It did not take long, before I was sobbing and promising never to be bad again. I guess he didn't believe me, because he used that hairbrush to spank me 100 times before he stopped.
After the spanking, he told me I was lucky that he had not used the strap on me and the next time he would. He then lead me into the living room and made me bend over the arm of his sofa. He took off his belt and used it to "finish me off" as he put it.
I left his house sore and excited. I ran home to masturbate looking at my red ass in the mirror. I went to Mike's house very often after that. He would find many reasons to spank me and I found many spankings at his house.