For those of you who liked my story, Better Late Than Never, I should tell you that it was a true account of my first spanking. I was never spanked as a child although all of my friends were and somehow I figured I was missing out on something. All I know is that when I witnessed my first spanking at the age of nine or so, I just had to have one of my own, it was a turn-on for me before I even knew what a turn-on was. Here is the account of the spanking that started me on my quest which almost became an obsession in my life, getting my ass tanned.
I used to hang around with Mike, a kid about 11 years old which made him two years older than me. His home was on the edge of town and a short walk through the woods led to a river which was the perfect spot for skinny dipping, a treat he introduced me to fairly quickly. At first the idea of having no clothes on in front of someone else made me a bit uneasy for although I had two brothers and a sister in my family you even used the bathroom to change into your pajamas at night and your clothes in the morning and bare skin just wasn't seen. Mike, on the other hand, was free and easy about nudity and as soon as the water was warm enough would strip down naked on the bank of the river for a swim. I'll have to say that I feel at even that young age I think I was gay for when I saw him in the buff swimming my penis would be very erect although I didn't know why. With him just starting puberty he was better endowed than me and even had a little hair above his _c_o_c_k_ which he explained to me as being a factor of just being older than me, I would soon grow and have hair of my own. Never having seen an adult male naked in my life I accepted Mike's word on the subject.
It was the middle of the summer and I have always been an early riser and rode my bike to Mike's house and waited for him up in the loft of the small barn near his house. Once he got ready he would come out and holler for me and we'd go and play. I was thinking about all the stuff we would do that day when I heard the screen door on the house slam shut. This wasn't normal, Mike was always quiet about leaving. I looked out the window and saw Mike coming across the yard but two things weren't right, he was only wearing his underpants, and his father had him by the arm and was dragging him along, protesting all the way, into the barn.
This looked to be interesting so I scooted over to a knothole in the floor of the loft which I knew would give me a view of the bottom floor of the barn. Without any fanfare Mike's dad pulled a chair from the wall and set it in the middle of the barn's floor and took Mike across his knee. I had a great view of his upturned bottom over his dad's lap, still covered by his underwear. Wasting no time Mike's dad began to spank his bottom right over the underwear. For a long time all you heard was the sounds of Mike's father's hand whacking his bottom and the howls and wails of pain Mike was putting out. I felt like I had to pee in good shape and felt my _c_o_c_k_ sticking out stiff and straight but certainly couldn't right now. As the spanking progressed a dark streak formed in the middle of Mike's underpants and as it continued the streak got bigger and larger. Finally the spanking ended and Mike's dad set him on his feet and told him that next time he was really going to get a spanking! Dad climbed into his car and left for work.
As soon as the car left the driveway I was down the ladder and found Mike rubbing his bottom and crying a little bit. I asked him if I could do anything for him and he asked me to get his shorts from the clothesline. I fetched them and followed Mike as he went down to the river, still needing to pee badly, and studying the streak in his pants. Reaching the river Mike pulled down his underpants and I saw the brown streak was where he had messed himself during the spanking and I also saw where it wasn't brown his whole bottom was bright red! As he waded into the river to clean up I dropped my pants and tried to pee but just couldn't do it even though every time my _c_o_c_k_ got that stiff I needed to pee bad. Deciding that the cool river water might help my state, I waded into the river but Mike soon stepped out and walked up and down the banking to dry off giving me first a view of his red hot rump and then his erect penis. Finally deciding that I wasn't going to pee right away, I got out of the river and asked Mike why he got spanked that hard.
He had been indulging in a bad habit of his, smoking, and was caught by his father. He would normally take a seat in the upstairs bathroom which nobody else used and do his potty chores and have a smoke at the same time. He had already peed and had lit his butt but hadn't gotten the other opening emptied as yet when his father walked into the room. The other bathroom was in use and Dad had to go really bad so he decided to use the upstairs toilet for a change. To say he was upset would be putting it mildly and he yanked the butt out of Mike's mouth and tossed it between his legs into the toilet and the pulled him off of it and dragged him to the barn to tan his ass for him. Mike had pulled his shorts up so he didn't trip and as his dad didn't take them down and the pain and force of the hard whacks on his backside had started a flow and it continued throughout the rest of the spanking. I never did get to pee that day until Mike had gotten dressed and the stiffness of my young _c_o_c_k_ subsided. I realized that I wanted a spanking for somehow I was wishing it was my bum that was all red and hot and not Mike's
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