Hi,
Well, I walked in the door and the first think I heard as the door clicked shut behind me was his booming voice coming out of the kitchen.
"That you, Mike?"
"Yea, just me," I replied like I always do. I probably have said those words a couple of hundreds of times when I walked into his place and I walked in a lot! I went over every Saturday for sure, but I also went over anytime during the week when he phoned me or any time I felt I should. We met when I was sixteen and had finally figured out most of what I wanted in my life. I know some guys like me have to search, but I didnt. He found me in an underage bar and invited me home. I went and Ive been going there ever since and Ive been getting it too!
Petes a big man. When he grabs for my _c_o_c_k_, well, let me tell you I know Ive been grabbed! But Im also smart enough to stand still cause hes got a hand big enough that if he decides to slap my ass with it, it covers both my buns and it REALLY hurts! Before I met him I used to fantasize what it would feel like to be pulled over a big mans knees and spanked. I dont fantasize no more! Ever since that first night in that bar, Pete dont ask or say things pretty like. Pete tells me what to do and I do it or else I get what Pete calls an "ass slapping." I hear him bellowing out "You need an ass slapping, boy?" Hell, no, I dont. I dont ever need that! Easier to just do what he tells me though, so I do!
That first night I was in a real tight pair of Levis that I knew showed my equipment and ass real well. They were like old and tight and had a few strategic holes and if you had seen me in them back then youd know I was looking cause I was. I always got attention when I went out at night in them. When youre sixteen and blond and cute Ill admit it, like then you know your being looked at and you want it from em. Now if I wear them out and get looked at I get slapped. That what I was needing back then even if I didnt completely understand it. But I like guys and gals looking at me and dreaming and so I get slapped a lot. Doesnt matter. I like it that way. Then when he gets me back to his place he takes them down and I really get my ass slapped. It didnt start out that way that first night. But it did turn out that way now.
Anyway, that night I sad down on a barstool between two of them but he was the first to turn and look me over. He asked me a couple of questions. Like, was I looking for something that night and I nodded yea. Then I remember his asking me if I knew what kind of a bar it was and I said yea, I knew. Then he asked me if Id ever gone home with a man before and cause I didnt want to say no, I just said yea. The bar was kind a dark I remember and I remember his pulling me to him in front of his bar stood and his feeling me up and all. He didnt ask anything. He just assumed. I like that. He felt me, _c_o_c_k_ and ass, and then he took my chin in his hand and told me we were leaving. He go up and started walking out toward the back door. I followed and remember how hot I felt cause I knew every eye in that bar was watching me go with him. He didnt ask, he told me we were going in his pick up truck and when he opened the door for me on my side he pushed me up inside with his hand on my ass helping me along. I felt hot and scared at the same time while he walked around to his side and hiked his big body up in the seat beside me. I remember his looking over at me before he reached in front of me and locked my door from the inside and then he yanked me closer by my belt, unbuckled it, and pulled open my buttoned fly before I really had time to notice it. A minute later my _c_o_c_k_ and balls were in his hand and he seemed pleased. Sure I hadnt objected. It happened to fast and I was too scared too. Pete really is a BIG man and Im the opposite. "Youre going to learn to be a good boy tonight," I remember his looking over and smiling in just the dim light from the bar and the other cars and trucks pulling in the parking lot around us. I also remember saying, "Yes, Sir." That part just seemed to come naturally.
He drove me back into the hills and neither one of us said a word during the trip either. His place is on a forested ridge over looking the lights of the valley. I didnt see any other lights on around that place, but then again I cant say I was looking too much either. It was dark in those pines when he pulled me down from my side of the cab. My Levis were still open and my _c_o_c_k_ was still out for him. Hed had his hands on me for most of the ride up there. He at least buttoned my top button of my Levis before he pulled me by the arm and yanked me toward and then inside his garage. When hed slammed shut the old wooden door down and it was only after that that he flicked the switch and a dim yellow light dangling from a single chord lit the garage slightly. I remember the couple of old wooden chairs and his workbench in there but other than that just tons of scarp and stuff piled everywhere and hanging from the ceiling rafters as well. He still didnt say anything, but there was no question in my mind he was in charge of things anyway. Pete not a man of many words and I dont think that will ever change. But that night, he just pulled me over to those chairs and after he sat his huge frame down on one, he didnt waste any time. He pulled me over his knees and spanked the hell out of me. It was bad enough while my Levis were on, but it didnt take him long to pull them down and my shorts as well. He didnt believe in any warm up that night and he still doesnt believe in any today. He just spanked my ass and although I tried my best not to break down while he was doing it to me, I did. I just started crying. I couldnt help it! But my crying just seemed to make him spank me more. He didnt let up at all. He kept it up. I got it long and hard until he finally pulled me into his arms and led me into his place while I was still trying to get my tears to stop! I hobbled along while he pulled me beside him without any concern that my Levis were making it impossible for me to wal! k normally! Again, he didnt care. When I tried to tell him that, he slapped my face and at that point I just wishes I hadnt worn my tightest pair that night in the bar. Ive no memories of being dragged through the kitchen, living room, or into his bedroom, but I do remember his telling me to get all my clothes off right away cause when I was too slow he slapped me again! I remember it so well cause I started crying all over again even before he threw me down on the bed.
Pete never asked. He tells. So Ive learned the hard way over the years that when he says something I do it. How he really knew what I needed in my life back then when I was sixteen, I still dont know but when he spanked me that first night in his garage, I realized I was his. I wanted a big guy in my life and, yea, I found one.
Pete doesnt ever talk about spanking me. He talked about my "ass slappings." They can be anything from his suddenly jerking my sweats and boxers down to pulling me down over his knees and taking his time and really laying into my ass. I get em from him a lot! I take them too cause when he really wants to punish me, hes got an awesome hairbrush that I hope I never have to feel again in my whole life! It really hurts! I got it only three times for what he said was "serious disobedience" and Ive never cried so much in my whole life! So Im careful to listen to him. I have to! So youll appreciate that I was listening really carefully when I walked in there last night!
"Get your ass in here," his big voice boomed out from the kitchen almost before I had managed to get the front door shut behind me. I stumbled toward the kitchen but found my path blocked by his huge German Shepherd that pounced happily all over me. Pushing him aside as best I could, I did my best to get in there as quickly as possible, but between taking off my coat and the _d_a_m_n_ed dog.
"Now" Pete blared out again, "or do I need to take the switch to you?"
"Im coming! Im coming," I yelled out and hurried the best I could. Pete did not sound happy.
Going through the kitchen door almost immediately, I saw him sitting there. He looked up with that big toothless grin on his face that Ive come to both love and fear but he didnt seem happy. He looked me over from head to foot and then up again, "I got me some ass to slap right now. Get it bare and get it over right here! Now!" He was patting his thigh where he wanted my ass to be for sure. There was no missing his meaning. I was facing a major spanking.
Jeez, I knew I hadnt done anything wrong but I also knew better that to argue. I kicked off my shoes and began to do a quick strip for him while I was at the same time pushing the dog aside as much as possible. Pete is not someone you put things off with.
I could tell from his point of view I was moving too slowly on what I knew was going to happen. He wanted my ass and he wanted it right now. But I mean like I could only get out of my _d_a_m_n_ed clothes so fast no matter how hard I tried and then there was his dog! Pete always wants me in just my socks and tee-shirt and so thats what I was stripping to as far as humanly possible! I mean I got a good _c_o_c_k_ that sometimes gets his interest but not this time. He kept patting his thigh and I knew for sure it was only my ass he was wanting.
When I got my shoes off and my legs kicked out of my jeans and boxers, as soon as I got within his grabbing distance he reached up and yanked me down across his knees really really forcefully. It happened so suddenly I was caught off guard but it was only a moment or two before I knew I was staring at his god-awful, green and white linoleum floor! His hand slapped my ass sooooo hard a moment later that I didnt have time to think or say anything. It hurt soooo much I could hear myself scream out in spite of myself. _d_a_m_n_! It hurt and it was quickly followed up by another and another and another and he just kept hitting me! Im not the quiet time and Im not the stoic or lay still and take it type either! It hurt, but he kept spanking me anyway! He spanked me soooo fast and soooo hard I just screamed and cried and begged my head off. It wasnt like most time I was at his place. This time he really let loose and my ass really got it!
It seemed like he spanked me forever! No question it sure felt like he did, but then he just pushed me off his knees and I ended up on the floor crying. He left me there and walked out of his kitchen. I came home. My ass is sooooo red and bruised now I cant describe it!
Still I DO recognize I need someone older for this part of my life. I cant deny the realization I have that I know I need and want Pete around, but I also know I need someone else who is going to mentor and help me with decisions and things as well as just being a good friend in addition to the good discipline Im seeking.
And my dads been on the phone at night. Yea, all I need is for him to come up again but he is. He wants me to do a couple of things I dont want for my future, but he is my dad. I also do not think he should be spanking me anymore at my age, but he and my mom and even our pastor think it is their Biblical responsibility to bring me "up right." What the hell is the meaning of "up right?" Ever think about that?
Anyway, I guess you could say my lifes a bit tense right now! I dont know what else to tell you right now. My lifes not easy. Pete is in my life, but I need more. His spankings are great, but I cant relate to him outside that house and he only wants me around when hes going to spank me. OK, yea, thats a lot!
Sorry, I just needed to talk and am hoping for some advice like too!
Kev