About 2 weeks after my spanking from the truck driver, I was getting ready to leave Texas. I was also getting extremely anxious for another spanking. I wanted to see if I could manage to get punished again, before leaving this great state.
Walking along a back road, I ran across an old run down house trailer. It was so run down, I didn't think anyone lived there. I went up to it, to investigate. I knocked at the door and no one answered, so I turned the door knob. It was unlocked and it opened. Pushing it open, I yelled out "Hello?" No one answered, so I went inside. The place was a mess, but I could tell someone actually did live there. I started to worry now, as I moved for the door. Before I could get out, the door opened and in walked a very old man. He had a cane and was filthy. I guessed he was about 75 or older. He was a big man, with a leathery face, and knarled hands. He was surprised as I was to see me."What the hell are you doing in my home?" he screamed, raising the cane. I backed off, and told him it was a mistake. I didn't think anyone lived there. He was really pissed, and said I was trespassing, and trying to burglerize the place. I kept trying to tell him it was not so, but he was insane with rage. I finally thought that I might be able to use this predicament to get this old guy to spank me. Now I was excited, but worried that as mad as he was, he might go too far. I also thought, as old as he was, he probably couldn't spank me harder than the truck driver did , so I went for it.
Gathering my courage, I started to apologize for breaking into his home. I said I was sorry, and started to beg him not to tell the police. I begged him, "Please, Mr., couldn't you punish me yourself?" "I'll do anything you say." "What am I supposed to do to you?" he asked. "Spank me." I answered. "I'll take off my pants, and bend over your knees. You can spank me as long and as hard as you want to." He looked at me for a few minutes, and grabbed me by the ear. "Take off your pants." he commanded.
As I was taking off my pants, he went into another room. While I waited, I decided to get this good, and took off everything I had on. This spanking was going to be naked. He came back into the living room with a huge hairbrush, and told me to get a kitchen chair. I brought one in and he sat down. " Bend over son, I'm going to spank your ass good." As I bent over his knees, I was thinking how I basically asked this man to spank me. I couldn't blame anyone else, I was here because I wanted to be. Before he started, I asked him his name. I wanted to be able to yell it out as he administered the punishment. He said it was Roy.
Roy now started to spank me. He was much stronger than I thought, and he spanked me hard. I was kicking and crying from the start. He spanked me again and again. Counting the smacks I was at 68 when he stopped. Turning my head to see what was going on, I looked into the face of another man standing in the doorway. It was a guy delivering meals on wheels. Roy told Pete, (his name) what I had confessed to, and why I was being spanked. He then asked Pete if he would like a turn on my ass. I was in heaven. Pete put me across his lap, and proceeded to spank me with the brush and his hand. When Pete was done, he stood me in the corner and told Roy it was the most fun he's had in 20 years.
Pete left, and Roy brought me to the kitchen where he made me bend over his table. He removed his belt and used it to spank me some more. He finishe and asked if I had had enough. I said yes, and started to get dressed. He told me to get out of his house now, or he would start again. I got out with my clothes in my hands and went into the front of his yard. We were in the sticks, so his nearest neighbor was miles away. I stood in his yard, naked and yelling at him. I was masturbating and telling him how much I loved the spanking he just gave me. I knew he couln't catch me, so I wasn't worried. When I came, I yelled at him to watch and said I would never forget him. And I won't.