I had an interesting experiance in college. I was spanked by my landlord. I had always had a fascination with spanking but not certain why. Being straight, spanked by a male was especially wild.

It all started when for the hundredth time I had to be warned about the noise level. See, I rented a basement apartment from a family my first year in college. I had to agree to obey the house rules just like everyone else. They had two teenage boys.

I had heard what I thought was spankings going on upstairs but I thought for certain the boys were too old. I thought it was mostly my active imagination.

One day, Mr. Wilson came downstairs early in the morning to complain about the noise level of the night before. I had a couple of friends over and I guess we were too loud too late.

After explaining how I disturbed them, he told me I had two choices. Either move out at the end of the month or agree to be treated like one of the family. He told me that rules are no good without the ability to enforce them. I wasnt exactly sure what that meant but I told him I wanted to stay. Rooms at that price range were impossible. I figured I'd have to do some chores or something evertime I broke the rules. Then the bomb dropped.

"When you get home from school today, I am going to give you a spanking for last night", he said. Then he left.

I was nervous. I had to go to classes but my mind was on what he said. I was scared and also held some thought that he was bluffing or it was just a figure of speech. At the same time, I knew that I needed firm discipline like I got at home. There I got spanked when needed with the last one being about a year and a half ago. They HURT! but I felt releif afterwards knowing I was punished for my misdeeds.

When I got home, Mr. Wilson came down. he asked me if I was still certain I wanted to stay. I didnt think I had a choice anymore so the question threw me. I told him I did want to stay.

He left for a moment and returned with a wooden paddle made out of a 1x4 about a foot long. I was told to follow him to my room. There I was told to pull down my pants and underwear and lay over his lap. I was scared and nervous but I complied. I then felt the first SMACK. More SMACKS followed. i got about 20-25 firm fast ones. I cried a bit. I was told to get up and pull up my pants. He told me he hoped to never have to do that again. Unfortunatly, he did a few more times.

I am straight but that memory is strong for me. It was not _s_e_x_ual at all. I still sometimes think I still need that 'fatherly' discipline.