I found myself in the middle of Mr. Matusko's garden one night around 9:30 tying to decide what to do. I finally realized that I would get excited at the idea of being spanked by another male, preferrably an adult male. Mr. Matusko filled the bill. He lived alone and was around 64 or so. I liked him, but lately found myself in my room, masturbating at the thought of being over his knees, while receiving a good spanking from him. My plan was to only mess up part of his garden, and then masturbate at home, fantasizing about being spanked for my deed. I did the deed and ran home. The next day, I saw him outside looking at what I had done. I was so excited, I went up to him. He was madder than I had ever seen anyone. He said whoever did this needed to have their ass warmed. "What would you do if you knew who did this?" I asked him. "I'd beat their ass until they couldn't sit down." he replied. With this I ran home and masturbated again.
While sitting at home that evening, again, dreaming about being spanked by him, I started wondering why not go confess and see if I could get a real spanking? I wondered if I had the courage to go through with it. I was scared to death and excited to the point of not breathing as I walked up to his back door. Here I was, about to ask a man for a spanking. I wanted to run away but he answered the door before I could. "What can I do for you" he asked. "I don't know Mr. Matusko, but I wanted you to know that I was the one who destroyed your garden." He looked at me with flashing eyes, and told me to come into his kitchen. "Why ?" was his only question. I couldn't very well answer so I said nothing. "What do you think I should do with you?" he asked. "I guess I deserve a spanking." I heard myself say. "You can bet you do Joe, and you're going to get one now."
I knew how I wanted this spanking to go, so when I went to his house, I wore as little as possible. I had on shorts and a tee shirt and sandels. I took off my sandels when I came into the house, so all I had on was the shorts and shirt. He grabbed my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles. Without any underwear on, I was now bare from the waist down. He pulled me over his knees and my shorts fell to the floor. "Joe, I'm going to give you the spanking of your life. I'm going to make sure, you never think of doing anything like this again." With that my spanking started. I was surprised by the strenth he had, and how much the smacks hurt. Again and again, his hand came down on my bare bottom. I started to cry and wriggle on his lap. He held me down and spanked me harder and faster. At about 50 cracks he stopped and told me to get up. I was a little surprised, as I thought he was madder than that. He told me to get upstairs, and followed me up. In his bedroom, he sat down on his bed, and told me to remove my shirt. When I did, he pulled me back over his lap, and picked up a hairbrush from the nightstand by the bed. He then started another spanking. The pain from the hairbrush was unbielevable. I was screaming within two or three smacks. He ignored me and continued to spank me. After what seemed like forever, he stopped and started to rub my bottom and I laid over his lap and cried.
I got up after a while and we went downstairs and I dressed. He told me that it was over between us, and we were friends again. As I grew up, I spent alot of time at his house, much of it over his knees and naked. We both knew what I liked.