I was bored. It was only a week into summer vacation and I'd already run out of things to do. Of course, it didn't help that my best friends, DJ and Scotty, had gone to Disney World with their parents. If they were here, we could at least hang out together. To make things worse, it was also my birthday and I was feeling a little bummed that both my parents had to work and I was alone. Since I'd officially turned thirteen this year, my Dad figured I could take care of myself and didn't hire a baby sitter to keep an eye on me.
Feeling sorry for myself, I turned the TV on and was busy watching a Three Stooges movie when I heard some banging noises outside that captured my attention. Getting up and peeking out the window to investigate, I saw the neighbor boy, Cole, working on his car. For some reason, I'd always had this admiration for Cole, even though he was a real horses ass to me most of the time.
Cole was seventeen and had his own car, which in my book, made him really cool. He spent most of his free time playing sports and it showed. His six foot frame was packed with muscles that he liked to show off by wearing tight jeans and muscle shirts. For some odd reason, I was fascinated by his body, especially the lump that was always visible in the front of his pants. It was huge!
Now I didn't really know much about _s_e_x_. Oh sure, I knew all about the pleasures your right hand could give you, I'd learned about that from the kids at school. But, anything more than that was a total mystery to me. My fascination with the front of Cole's pants worried me a little bit because I was sure it wasn't supposed to interest me, but it did. The thing that scared me the most was when Cole's bulge would invade my thoughts while giving myself a hand job late at night.
This morning however, Cole was out front wearing nothing but a pair of tight jeans, leaving his rippled torso exposed. For the longest time I just watched him putter around under the hood of his car and predictably, the thing between my legs quickly came to life. Finally, I decided to get a closer look and went outside to talk with him. The long white T-shirt I was wearing would conceal any evidence of my interest from Cole.
"Hi Cole," I said, poking my head under the hood of his car. "What-cha doing?"
"Hey punk," he said, looking up at me. "Just changing some spark plugs."
"Mind if I watch?" I asked.
"What's the matter kid," he said, reaching for a wrench. "Nothing else to do?"
"Nah," I explained. "DJ and Scott are in Florida with their parents."
"Bummer," Cole said, sounding sympathetic. "What's new in your life?"
"Not much," I answered. "It is my birthday though."
"Oh yeah," he said. "That's cool, how old are you?"
"Thirteen."
"The big thirteen, huh?" Cole said with a wide toothy grin. "A real teenager."
"Yep," I proudly announced.
"Had your spanking yet?" Cole asked, giving me this funny look.
Surprised and not certain I'd heard him correctly, I said, "my what?"
"Your birthday spanking," he explained. "You know, one to grow on and a pinch to grow an inch." Turning a little pink around the ears, I said, "Nah. My parents don't believe in spanking."
"Well, you aren't officially a teenager until you've had your spanking," Cole said, putting his tools down. "So, I guess I'll have to do it myself."
Blankly looking back at him, I said, "what?"
Before I knew what happened, he had me pinned across the fender of his car and a VERY hard swat landed on the seat of my jeans.
SMACK!
"One!" Cole loudly announced.
A sharp burning sensation instantly shot from my butt to my brain. "Hey!" I protested. "What are you doing?"
WHACK!
"Two!" He continued the count. "I'm giving you you're birthday spanking."
WHAP!
"Three!"
SMACK!
"Four!"
The first swat had taken me by surprise, but now each blow was really starting to burn and I started trying to wriggle away from him. Cole just held me tighter and started giggling. "What's the matter," he said. "Can't take a little spanking?"
Partly in embarrassment with what Cole was doing to me, I also started laughing and said, "stop that!"
The two of us must have made quite a scene for the neighbors, with me draped over the fender of his car having my ass swatted for everyone to see. True, the swats did hurt, but they weren't that bad. If anything, having Cole swat my butt was rather exciting and my _c_o_c_k_ swelled again. Thankfully, I was still wearing my long T-shirt and Cole wouldn't know I'd gotten turned on by the spanking.
I was too busy trying wiggle away from him and laughing that I wasn't keeping count. Suddenly, in a very loud voice, he said, "AND ONE TO GROW ON!" He put all his strength into that last swat and my ass exploded in pain.
"Ahhhhhh!" I howled, standing up as he immediately let go of my neck. "You didn't have to do it that hard!" Rubbing my butt with both hands, I just stood there looking at him laughing at me. The pain quickly subsided and I couldn't help but flash Cole this wide toothy grin. "That really hurt!" I added, trying not to sound like a pouting little boy.
"You think that hurt," Cole said while trying to stifle his giggling. "You ought to try getting spanked for real."
I'd never been spanked before and had no idea of what a "real" spanking was. But for some odd reason the idea of getting one was very intriguing, especially if it was from Cole. The swats he'd given me hadn't hurt that much and I really liked having his hand on my butt. Some how, being totally under his control and having to submit to what ever he wanted to do was exciting.
Smiling, I laughed nervously and said, "if that wasn't a real spanking, what is?"
Still smiling, Cole said, "Keep trying my patience and I'll show you."
Something snapped in my brain and I instantly decided to call his bluff. Breaking into another fit of laughter, I said, "you couldn't show anybody, asshole! Besides, you spank like a girl!"
There was no doubt in my mind that I'd really pushed Cole's buttons with that last comment and if he was really going to do anything it was going to be now. Laughing like a school girl, I took off running as fast as I could. Just like I'd thought, Cole was right on my heels and I suddenly felt his hand clamp down on the back of my neck. We were both laughing hysterically as he jerked me to a stop.
"I'll show you who spanks like a girl," he said, pushing towards his house. "Now you're going to find out what a real spanking is all about."
"Come on Cole!" I half screamed, still giggling. "I was just joking around. Let me go!"
"No way brat," he said with a stern tone. "You asked for it and you're going to get it."
He still held me firmly by the neck as he opened the door with his free hand. With one push, I found my self standing in the middle of his living room awaiting my first ever spanking. Calling his bluff suddenly didn't seem like such a good idea and I started getting cold feet.
"Come on Cole," I whined. "I'm to old for this. Just let me go, OK?"
"No way punk," he said with a wide grin. "I'm going to beat your ass for real. No one calls me an asshole and gets away with it."
"Please," I begged. "I didn't mean anything by it. I won't call you that ever again."
"Oh I know you won't," he said, breaking into a new round of laughter. "After I teach you some manners, you won't be calling anyone names."
Without saying another word, he practically drug me down the hall and into his bedroom. I started pleading with him again to let me go as I watched him turn and slowly lock the door.
"You might as well stop trying to get out of this, it won't do you any good," he said, sitting down on the edge of his bed. "Are you going to call me names again?"
Laughing nervously, I answered in a very sarcastic tone, "No! I already told you that, remember?"
"Listen punk," he said firmly. "I was planning on giving you a break this time and only use my hand, since it's your first spanking. But, keep up with that smart ass attitude and I'll use my hair brush to really blister your butt."
Just as I was starting to say something in my defense, Cole reached out and grabbed the top of my jeans and unsnapped the button. "Hey!" I hollered. "What are you doing?"
Smiling up at me, he said, "I'm going to spank you, not the seat of your pants."
Before I could protest, he had my jeans unzipped and down around my ankles. With one quick movement, my underwear slid down and my VERY excited _c_o_c_k_ bounced wildly from side to side.
Cole just giggled at my predicament and said, "I'll bet it won't be like that when I'm done."
Mortified, I just stood there trying to hide my erection with both hands. I hadn't suspected that he'd take my pants down and now my secret was known. All sorts of thoughts about how Cole would react to my interest in him flooded my brain. What would he think?
Suddenly, my world turned topsey-turvey and I found my self draped over his knees staring at the floor. Cole's right hand rested lightly on my exposed backside and his left held me firmly around the shoulders. I'd actually wanted him to do this a few minutes ago, now I was scared and pleaded for him to let me up.
"Please, Cole," I whined. "I was just joking around."
"I don't care," he said. "Nobody calls me names and gets away with it. Besides, I've been wanting to do this for a long time."
Squirming and wiggling, I tried to break his hold, and yelled, "come on! Let me up!"
Cole just tightened his grasp and laughed. "You're not going anywhere," he said. "Not till you've learned who's the boss around here."
Just then, I realized something was poking into my side and knew instantly that his _c_o_c_k_ was as hard as mine. His obvious excitement triggered something in my mind and I suddenly felt my balls starting to churn. Gasping for air, I lost it and my seed started spurting out onto the floor below me.
Cole raised his hand and quickly slammed it down onto my exposed backside. This time, he put his strength into the blow and a sharp burning pain shot through my body.
The evidence of Cole's excitement jabbing into my ribs did something to me. Somewhere, deep down, I realized that I would willingly submit to whatever he had planned for me. It seemed almost natural for Cole to spank me. It was as if I'd been destined for this moment and I instantly decided to take my punishment stoically, without fighting him.
I tried to just lay there and not show any reaction to the pain that was shooting through my body, but it was just to intense. Arching my back, I howled each time his hand made contact with my now VERY sensitive skin. He wasn't holding anything back and for the first time in my life I was getting a real spanking.
From the first swat I was occupied with coping with the pain and couldn't tell you how many times he'd actually hit me, or how long the spanking lasted. But when he finally stopped, it was all I could do to just lay there and cry like a five-year old. By the time he helped me to my feet, my face was covered with tears and snot in testament to my ordeal.
"That," he said with a high pitched giggle. "Was a real spanking."
Just as he'd guessed, my _c_o_c_k_ was now soft and had almost retracted into my body. There was no evidence, other than the little pool of white sticky fluid on the floor between his feet, that I'd ever been excited.
Wrapping both of his strong arms around me, he gave me a bear hug and calmly said, "You took that like a man. I'm really proud of you."
Something in what he said touched me and I broke down. Burying my head into his shoulder, I let it go and started sobbing. For the longest time, I just let myself cry it out on his shoulder. I felt safe in his arms and the only thing that mattered at that moment was making him proud of me. It was as if his approval was the most important thing in my life.
Once I stopped crying, he let me up and gave me a wide toothy grin. "Well," he said. "Now that you know what a real spanking is, I guess I'll use the hair brush next time."
"NEXT TIME?" I gasped, letting my mouth drop open. "You're going to do this again?"
He started laughing. "Absolutely," he said. "When ever you want, OK?"
"I won't want to do this again," I insisted.
Again he started laughing. "Maybe," he said. "But if you do, I'll be here."
Later, after I got home, I just laid on the couch rubbing my sore butt and feeling sorry for myself. My thoughts drifted back to the spanking and I could almost feel Cole's hand on my skin. The spanking had hurt like the devil, but now, in the after glow, I almost wished that I was still over his knee feeling his hard _c_o_c_k_ poke into my ribs. "Yes," I thought. "There would be a next time."