At 16 I found out a few things about myself. One was that I loved to be spanked by older men, bare and OTK. Another, was that I could get spanked pretty easily if I was smart and planned well enough. I lived in a small blue collar town, where corporal punishment was used in the school and in the home. I was lucky enough to get myself spanked by one man for soaping his windows, and by another for destroying his garden. I found that getting spanked for some misdeed, made the punishment much more exciting, as you never knew how hard or long the spanking would be.
One of the men in town that I wanted to be spanked by, was Mr. Barta. He scared the life out of me for as long as I could remember. He was a loud mouth ruffian, with tatoos on his arms from the service. He scared me to look at him, and I trembled with anticipation of having him spank me.
One evening, I walked past his house to make sure he was home. The lights were on, and I saw him watching TV in the living room. I ran around to the back of his house, and snuck up to his garage. Trying the door, I found it open, and went inside. I wasn't sure what to do now, but thought I would flatten his tires. I had to do something bad, to earn my punishment. I had two done on one side, and was crouching down on the other side, when the door opened and in walked Mr. Barta. Getting caught was not part of the plan. He immediately saw me and what I had done, and charged at me like a bull. I was scared to death. He dragged me into his house with me begging him to let me go. I wanted no part of this anymore.
I started to beg him not to call the police. He looked me in the eye, and told me not to worry about that. " I'm going to teach you a lesson myself, you little bastard." he yelled. " When I'm done with you, you won't be sitting for a month." All of a sudden it hit me. He was going to spank me. I didn't even have to try to talk him into it. Mr. Barta was going to give me a good old fashioned spanking right there.
He sat down in a kitchen chair, and told me to pull down my pants. I immediately pulled my pants down to my ankles, along with my underwear. He pulled me across his lap, and started to spank me. I now knew that I was correct to be afraid of him. The spanking that Mr. Barta administered to my bare bottom, was unbeivably hard. I laid over his knees, feeling every crack on my ass, and knowing it was what I asked for. After about 50 smacks he stood me up and told me to step out of my pants, and remove my shoes. He then made me bend over his table and stood behind me. I turned to see him taking off his belt, and knew I was really in for it. He doubled over the belt and placing his left hand on my back, started to spank me with it. This was even more painful than the OTK spanking. I kicked and screamed and begged him to stop using the belt on me. "Mr. Barta please, please, don't use the belt anymore, I can't take it." I cried. He stopped at 25 and I laid over the table sobbing my heart out.
When I was done, I stood to see him sitting in the same chair. " Joseph, take off your shirt, and come over to me. I want you to bend over my knees and get another spanking. You are far from being punished enough for what you did." Completely naked, I put myself across his knees, knowing I was about to receive the spanking of a lifetime. George started spanking my already blistered bottom again. I cried and yelled and begged him to stop, knowing he would ignore me, and he did. He didn't stop for a long, long time. Even though it was unbelievably painful, it was what I wanted. That spanking cured me of wanting one for about 3 months. I then knew that Mr. Barta, had to spank me again.