The temperature had fallen down into the 40s, and the wind was getting stronger and stronger. I shivered - my coat wasn't keeping me very warm. I couldn't wait to get home, to warm up. Plus, I had a lot of homework to do. So, I was cold, and in a hurry to get home from soccer practice, but I had to stop a moment to take a whiz. I decided to pee on the big, wooden fence that was around the construction site. There was nobody around, and it was a Saturday so I figured there wouldn't be any construction workers at the site.
"Hey! You! What the hell are you doing?"
The voice came from out of nowhere, and startled me badly, just as I finished my whiz.
I zipped up my jeans, and got ready to run. But I turned around and found myself face to face with a tall, angry, construction worker. Uh oh! He faced me, staring down. It was so cold I could see his breath.
"Uh," I stuttered, "I was just leaving."
"Uh huh," the man said." "After taking a piss on my fence! I'm the foreman, this is my site, and what you just did is an act of vandalism!"
"Vandalism," I was shocked. "No, I was just.....just...." I couldn't speak.
"Yep," the foreman nodded. "Vandalism. Guess I have to call the cops."
"Aw, c'mon, we don't need to do that. Do we?" I was still shocked.
"Yep, gotta call the cops," the foreman said. "What will your dad do when he finds out?" he asked me.
"Oh, ah," I stuttered. "Dad will ground me, yell at me."
"Ground you?" the foreman yelled. "Is that all?"
"Well," I said, "He might cut my allowance for a week."
"Is that all?" the foreman asked. "He won't spank you?"
"No!" I said. "Dad doesn't believe in that."
"What? How old are you?"
I told him I was fourteen. He asked if I'd ever been spanked, and I shook my head. Never been spanked.
"Well," the foreman looked at me. "Maybe I won't call the cops. But you need to be punished for this. Maybe I should spank you. What do you think?"
What could I say? I had no idea what a spanking would be like, and I had no idea how hard the foreman would spank me. But it was that or the cops.
So, the man led me inside the construction site, and he sat down on an empty, overturned crate. He had me stand at his right side. I had no idea what to do, but lucky for me he didn't mind giving me orders.
"Take down your jeans," he told me. Oh boy - I was afraid of that.
Still cold, still shivering (but now from fear, as well), I slid down my tight jeans. Then I waited for the next order.
"And take down your underwear," he said, looking at me. I had really been afraid of that. My first ever spanking, and it would be on my bare bottom. But what else could I do? I slid down my underwear, blushing a little. I'd never been shy before about a man seeing me naked, but this was different. Next, the man helped me to get across his knee. I felt really strange, as well as scared. I was facing the ground, I could feel his left hand resting on my back, and the wind was really cold as it hit my naked butt. So this is a spanking, I told myself. The man's right hand was on my bottom, and then he raised it in the air.
"I want you to take this like a man," he told me. "Try to fight me, or cry a lot, and I'll just give you more swats. Okay?" I nodded.
It felt strange, laying across his lap like that, but in a way it felt good, too.
The man started spanking me. The first two swats were hard, but didn't hurt much. The third stung a little. The fourth actually hurt, and I had to fight the urge to put my hand over my butt for protection. Then - spank! The fifth swat really hurt, and my bottom was still stinging afterward. The sixth hurt worse, and I really wanted to ask the man how many more were left. When I knew the next swat was coming, I couldn't help it - I squirmed around on his lap, trying to avoid the blow in some way.
"Two extra for that one," he said.
To do something with my hands, I grabbed on to his legs. The eighth spank really hurt, and my butt was on fire. I bit my lip, wondering how many more. Spank! Number nine, as the construction foreman's hand shot down to spank my naked butt. I squirmed a little, rubbing on his jeans. Spank!
I had left soccer practice just wanting to get home and do some homework. I had no idea the day would turn out like this! Getting my first spanking - bare bottom - from a total stranger, outside in the cold, my butt turning red. Well, I had always wondered what a spanking was like. Now I knew.
The man gave me two more spanks, both very sharp, on my naked butt. Then he told me it was over, and I had taken it well. He rubbed my bottom a bit, to cool the fire, then helped me stand up. Before I could do anything, he grabbed my underwear and slid them up. Then he raised my jeans, and led me out of the construction site.