About three weeks after my first spanking by Mr. Beachy, I knew I wanted more. I had been masturbating to the memory of that first spanking and was getting tired of fantasizing, when I knew I could get the real thing. Even though I wanted it, I was afraid, as it hurt more than I thought it would. I finally got up enough nerve and found myself back at Mr. Beachy's house knocking at his back door. I wasn't sure what to say, I only knew I had to be there.
Mr. Beachy answered the door after a few knocks. I stood there looking at him, and he at me, and finally asked if I could come in. He looked kind of embarrassed and asked me what I wanted. Shaking, I asked if he would give me another spanking. He looked shocked, and told me to wait there for a minute. He left the room and went into the living room. He came back in about 5 minutes and told me I was going to get a good old fashioned spanking, and that I was to strip to my underwear and leave my clothes by the door and wait again. I did as I was told and stood waiting and anticipating the second spanking of my life.
Mike came for me in a few minutes, and I saw the ping pong size paddle that he was carrying. I knew that was going to hurt. He took my arm, and walked me into the living room. Sitting in the living room was one of his drinking buddies that I did not know was there. They apparently were sitting around getting drunk, when I showed up. I only had on my underwear, and Mike was holding my arm, so running away was out of the question. This man, George, was going to watch as Mike gave me my second spanking. "What do you think George"? Mike asked, "This little bastard came to my door and asked me to spank him. What should I do?" George answered, " I guess you should pull down his pants, bend him over, and spank him into next week." Mike was clearly enjoying this, but I was embarrassed as hell about gettin spanked in front of this guy.
Mike, sat down in a straight back chair, pulled my pants down to my ankles and pulled me across his lap. My underpants immediately fell off, leaving me naked and over Mike's knees. George started laughing and yelled for Mike to begin the spanking. Mike started spanking me with that paddle. Immediately I began to cry, from the humiliation as well as the pain. Mike spanked me for quite a while. I laid over his knees and took the spanking as well as I could. When he was done, he told me to get up and handed me the paddle. He then told me to take it over to George and ask him to spank me, as I ruined his night by showing up.
I had thought I was done, but these instructions turned me on and I got an erection at the thought of George spanking me also. I took the paddle to George, and asked if he would please give me another spanking. He never answered, but pulled me over his knees and took the paddle and started spanking me again. By the time he was done, I thought I would never sit again.
I was told then to go get my clothes and bring them into the living room to get dressed. Before being allowed to dress, Mike bent me over and gave me a quick hand spanking to " finish me off" as he liked to put it.
This was my second spanking from Mr. Beachy. I had many more in the next few years and I will share them with you soon.