"You wanted to see me?" I asked as I peered through the barely cracked door.
"Yes, come in here and shut the door behind you." Mr Jackson said.
I did as I was told, and then walked up to his desk. My 16 year old body trembled in fear as I stared at the man barely 4 feet away from me. He was so big and strong, and I looked up to him so much.
I had always been a chubby kid, I had glasses and was fairly smart. I had plenty of friends at school, but I always felt like I was missing something in my life. Until I met Mr. Jackson.
My father had left at an early age, and all my life I'd been craving attention from older men. Not _s_e_x_ual. Just attention. Good or bad. And Mr. Jackson was willing to give me plenty of it.
Mr Jackson was about 55 years old, had a full brown beard and glasses. He was quite chubby, and his chest hair always poked out of his collar. His forearms were covered in dense hair, and the rest of his body probably was as well. I was completely smooth, and body hair kind of intrigued me. I'd probably never have a substantial amount.
Anyway. Mr Jackson was not only a teacher at my school, but, he also lived 2 houses down from me. My mom was never home because we worked 2 jobs (sometimes 3), and she had made arrangements with him. If I ever needed anything, I could go to him. Over the years, I'd spent a lot of time at his house, just watching tv or hanging out. His wife had passed away only 5 years earlier, and he enjoyed the company. After one incident in which I backtalked Mr. Jackson in his home, the issue of punishment came up between him and my mother. She decided that it would be alright with her if he punished me (she never had the time, anyway). He agreed, and said that I was like a son to him. This was an emotional thing for me, having never really known my dad. My mom and Mr Jackson both agreed that spanking would be the most appropriate (and easiest) punishment for my misbehaviors. I didn't like the idea of it, but, I didn't really get much of a say, and if a spanking or two is what I had to deal with to keep a father figure in my life, well, it was worth it.
School had just gotten over for the day, and during the last period I had recieved a note from the office. The small yellow piece of paper simply said, "Please see me after school." and was signed Mr. Jackson.
"What did you want to see me about?" I wondered
"I was made aware earlier this afternoon, that you skipped Gym class twice this week, and today you conveniently forgot your gym clothes and had to sit out all period..." he stated
"Oh. That." I groaned, "I hate that class, I'm not very good at sports."
"That doesn't matter. You should go anyway, and try your best." he told me.
"i guess so.." I nodded.
"Well, skipping classes isn't something I can tolerate. I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you when we get home." he continued, "and you know what your mother and I decided, don't you?"
"That you can.. spank me." I whispered, looking down.
"Yes, and that's what I intend on doing." he said, "Shall we head home now to get this over with?"
He got up from his desk and grabbed his brief case. As he walked past me, he put his hand on my back and we walked out to the car together like that. I knew this would be almost as hard on him as it would be on me.
The drive home was uneventful, we made small talk, and I told him about our cool science field trip we were planning, but in the back of my head, I knew I'd soon be in an uncomfortable situation.
As we pulled into the drive way he told me how it was to go down.
"Go inside, and go to the office. I'll get more comfortable and then head in to take care of your spankin'" he said.
"Yes sir." I said, as I got out of the car.
I headed into the house, and went through the door immediately to the right. It was his office. There was a leather couch, and a desk, and some chairs, and a bunch of papers that I didn't really pay much attention to.
I decided to sit on the couch (it's really comfy) and wait.
It didn't take long before the door opened again and Mr. Jackson stepped in. He had changed into his "lounging" clothes as he always did after school. He was barefoot, and wore only a white t-shirt and a pair of loose fitting shorts. The only thing out of the ordinary was what was in his hand. A hairbrush.
"Are you gonna spank me with that?" I asked, my eyes widening.
"Just for part of it, so you can feel it." he stated, "Most of it will be with my hand."
"Oh.. " was the only thing that I could think to say.
"Well, I guess we'll use that chair over there." he motioned to the straight backed wooden chair in the corner, and went over there to sit down, "Come over here."
I did as i was told, and stood next to him.
"I guess I should take your pants down, that's how my dad did it." he told me, and began tugging at my pants.
I quickly unbuttoned them, and lowered them myself, revealing my boxer shorts.
"Those too, son." he motioned towards the shorts.
I was embarrassed yet excited. I'd never been nude in front of him before, and now I was about to be completely bared. I lowered the shorts and stepped out of my shoes, pants and underwear all at once. I pushed them away with my feet and stood and faced him.
"Good boy, I'm glad you're not fighting me on this." he said, "Now, over my lap you go."
And over his lap I went. My bare buns completely exposed for my spanking. My penis was pressed between his hairy thighs, and my hands gripped his bare ankles. I was ready for this. I needed it. I wanted my new father figure to spank my naked rear.
Spank! The first one landed on my left check.
SPANK! The next landed on the right.
He alternated back and forth.
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Soon my butt was on fire. He was spanking hard. No warm up. Then he began to spank more randomly. No longer was he just alternating cheeks.
"Owwwww! It hurts!" i cryed.
"Good! It's a spanking. It's supposed to." he laughed.
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I reached back to try to cover my butt, but he just pinned my wrist. I was bucking up and down on his lap, and the friction was beginning to cause my penis to harden.
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"Please! I can't, stop! Please! I can't take it." as tears began to fall.
"It's almost over." as he slapped up and down my naked butt crack.
He stopped, but only for a moment. Long enough for him to grab something.
"Oh no! Not the brush! Please!" I begged.
"Just a little, so you'll know what to expect NEXT TIME." he told me, "Because if I have to do this again, this will feel like a tickling, understand me?"
"Yes sir! I understand!" I groaned
And then he began to spank my now very sore hiney with the brush. It was the most intense feeling in the world. Completely helplessness.
WHAP! ooooooh! Whap! ow!!!!! Whap! please! WHAP! WHAP! oh! no! Whap! aggh Whap uuuuhn. no! WHap Whap Whap Whap Whap Whap Whap! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah pleaseeeeeeeee!
And he continued smacking my nude buttocks with the brush, and I continued grinding my penis against his hairy thighs. Soon a very familiar feeling swept through my body. I was going to cum.
"Stop! Please! I can't stop it! Please, I'm gonna..." as he slammed the brush against my buns, jet after jet of cum blasted from my erection, and splashed all over his thighs, and bare feet.
"Oh god! I'm so sorry! I couldn't help it!" I cried, my 16 year old cheeks covered in tears.
"It's ok.. it's ok honey." he said, stopping the spanking, "It's not your fault."
He rubbed my back and buns.. and I lay across his knees until I had stopped crying. When he stood me up, my belly was smeared with semen, and his hairy thighs were matted with it.
"Could you run in and get a towel?" he asked, trying not to smile.
I did, and we cleaned up. I even wiped the cum off of his bare feet for him.
"Next time I'll have to remember to put a towel over my lap." he chuckled.
I was embarrassed, yet I felt more love from him than I'd ever felt from anyone.
"And if you're anything like I was when I was 16, there WILL be a next time" he laughed, smacking my red butt and handing me my underpants.