After graduation, I decided to travel the country by hitchhiking before starting work. I wanted to see how many states I could get spanked in while I was still free to experiment. I love being spanked, and this sounded exciting.
While travelling through Texas, I was picked up by a long haul trucker. He was a nice enough guy, around 45 with a pot belly and long beard. He had Harley tatoos on his biceps, was overweight, and as I climbed into the cab, I knew this was the guy I wanted to be spanked by in Texas. I'm a small slim guy, smooth, and look much younger than the 23 that I was at the time.
We drove along making small talk, as my mind raced with ways to get this man to spank me. I kept looking at him, imagining me being over those massive thighs, while he used those stubby fingered hands to spank me hard.
Swinging from the mirror was a medallian. I asked him what it was. He told me his Mother had given that to him years before, and had now passed away. I knew now what I was going to do to get my spanking.
A few hours later we stopped at a diner for dinner. I told Frank, ( his name ) that I forgot something in the truck and went back. I took the medal off the mirror and stuffed it into my backpack. We ate and got back into the truck and started driving. I fell asleep as we drove, and was woke up by Frank, standing beside me. He had noticed the medal missing and stopped the truck by the side of the road. He went around to my side of the cab, and opened the door. He now had me by the arms and was shaking me awake. He was livid. " What the hell did you do with the medal?" he screamed. At first I lied. "I don't know what you are talking aboout." I said. He pulled me from the truck and took me back to the trailer. Opening one of the doors he pushed me inside. He was almost empty, only having some empty wooded spools in the trailer. "Tell me where it is or I'll beat your ass raw" he yelled. It was too late to back out now. I hoped I was about to get my first spanking in Texas. When I didn't answer, he pushed me over one of the spools. He almose ripped my shorts off of me trying to get them down to my ankles. As I lay over the spool, he took off his belt. I turned around to look at him as he doubled over the belt. Seconds later Frank was beating my bare ass with it. He hit me around 10 times with the belt, and asked again where the medal was. I told him in my backpack, and he stopped and went to look. He came back in a few minutes. I hadn't gotten up yet, as I still wanted to be spanked. He stood me up, and sat down on the spool pulling me over his knees. This was what I needed. I was about to get spanked on my bare bottom, over this mans knees, along side of the road, in the back of a trailer as cars sped by. Frank wasted no time in beginning my spanking. He spanked me long and hard. His hand felt like a paddle, and he yelled and screamed at me the whole time he was spanking me.
When he was finished, he almost threw me out of the trailer. I still had my pants around my ankles when I hit the ground. He told me if he ever caught me again, he would do more than just spank me. He was going to leave me there, but I begged him not to. I apologized for stealing from him, and thanked him for spanking me. I asked for a ride to the next town. He looked at me for a minute, and told me I could ride to the next town, but then I had to go. Sitting next to him, was the hardest thing I had to do, as my ass was on fire, and I wanted to masturbate to the thought of my first Texas spanking.
I managed to get myself spanked one more time before I left Texas, but thats another story.