In 1970 I was a junior in highschool and corporal punishment was still used. I had been acting up in Mr. Johnson's study hall, and found myself in front of the class, bent over his desk. He stood behind me and gave me three quick cracks with the paddle and made me go back to my desk. For some reason, I got excited about the paddling and got an erection. It hurt, but the thought of being spanked by this man in front of the class suddenly turned me on. In addition to the paddling, I was to stay after school for detention in his room.
After 3:00 I went to the study hall and Mr. Johnson told me to sit down and he started to do some paperwork. Around 4:30 I asked him if I could go home. He got up and came over to where I was sitting and asked if I thought I had learned how to behave. Now I had been sitting in this room for over an hour, fantasizing about being spanked by him on my bare bottom. I don't know why, but for some reason I said "Well, I would have remembered it more, if you had paddled my bare ass." He looked at me for a good 2 minutes as if he were trying to decide something and then said, " I think we can take care of that son." and pulled me from the chair. "Go up to my desk and drop your pants." Now I was worried. Had I gone too far?? I wasn't sure, but I wasn't about to pass up this oportunity. I went up to his desk and pulled my jeans and underwear down to my ankles. For some reason, I wanted this to be humiliating too, and wanted to be as bare as I could for this. I laid over his desk, and gave him a good target. As he stood behind me with the paddle, I was thinking that we were probably the only two people left in the school. Here I was pants down, and presenting my bare bottom to him for a paddling. Man I was scared and excited. The first crack nearly knocked me off the desk. Wham!! The second one brought tears to my eyes. CRACK!!! The third one started me crying. The pain was incredible, yet I realized I had a hugh erection. He came over to me and told me to stand up. I stood and rubbed my sore bottom, while crying and he saw my erection. "Do you think you learned to behave now, or do you need more discipline?" I had nothing to lose and said."I think I probably could use a good spanking sir." Again he looked at me for a while and then told me to step out of my jean, remove my shirt, and come over to his desk. I did as he instructed and was standing naked except for my socks next to him. I looked at him and realized that this man was old enough to be my grandfather, and I was about to bend over his knees, and get a bare assed spanking from him. The excitement was unbelievable and I thougt I would explode.
Ten, twenty, thirty, fourty. I counted the blows as his hand spanked my bare, sore bottom. " Are you going to behave now son, or do I have to spank you some more?" he asked. It was impossible to answer as I was crying so I shook my head. "NO??, you won't be good? Well I guess I have to teach you some manners." he said. With that he picked up the paddle and began to spank me with it. Now I really had something to cry about. He was spanking me with all he had, and I was kicking and bawling and begging him to stop. After about 50 smacks he stopped the spanking as I lay over his lap crying. "How was that son?" "Did I give you the spanking that you wanted?" After a few minutes I regained my composure and thanked him for what he had just given me. He looked at me and my erection and said he could see that I liked what had just happened. "Don't be embarassed son, you're not the first boy that wanted a bare bottom over the knee spanking, and you won't be the last." "Anytime you want the same, just act up in class again. I'll be sure to give it again." Good old Mr. Johnson was true to his word. I found myself bare bottomed, and over his knees, many times before I graduated, and even some after.