This story is completely true, it happened to me thius very morning and it just goes to show that spankings can happen at the most unexpected times!
I was sitting at my computer this morning reading some new stories on MMSA Stories spanking site. I was naked and my _c_o_c_k_ was hard and I was stoking myself as I read. I was halfway through a very hot story when the door bell rang.
'_s_h_i_t_!' I said. I searched the room quickly for my dressing gown and put it on. It is only a thin cotton robe and my hard-on was clearly visible through it. I hurried to the door, hoping that my _c_o_c_k_ would go down as I approached, but no such luck.
I opened the door and there stood the postman. he greeted me cheerfully and handed me a letter which he said needed signing for. He handed me a board and a pen and I turned into profile to lean on the wall to sign my name. As I turned back I realised that he was looking at my crotch. Involuntarily I looked down and my _c_o_c_k_ was still hard and obvious through the thin cloth. I looked back up at him and he smiled.
'Look,' I said, 'Do you want a coffee?' He smiled again and said,
'Sure, I'm in no hurry this morning.' I lead him into the house and went into the kitchen to make some coffee, forgetting that the computer was on and it was showing a spanking story.
'You're into spanking, are you?' he called from the office. I turned round quickly and almost ran from the kitchen. He was standing in front of the PC reading the story which I had been reading myself moments before. My _c_o_c_k_ was still hard, and walking down the hall had loosened the belt of my robe. My _c_o_c_k_ was now pointing out of my dressing gown straight at the postman!
'I see you do,' he said, 'Are you top or bottom?' Flustered it took me a moment to speak.
'Bottom,' I said.
'Well, I think that you should be punished for answering the door with an erection, don't you?'
'Yes, sir,' I answered, and before I had realised what was happening he had removed my robe, sat down and put me, naked, across his knee. He began to spank me, slowly at first but building up in both intensity and speed.
It wasn't long before I was bucking and wrtithing over his knee as the blows rained down on my bare arse. He spanked me in silence, th only noise being his hard hand on my butt and my groans, squeals and begging.
The spanking seemed to go on for ever. After a while he reached under me with his free hand and held me still by my erect _c_o_c_k_. Then the spanking continued.
Eventually I was pleading with him to stop and tears began running down my face. I felt as if I had been over his lap all morning. Without a word he let go of my _c_o_c_k_, gave me five really hard last spanks on each cheek, pushed me off his lap, stood up, rearranged his trousers (which had a big bulge in the front) and left.
I stood there for a few minutes, crying and rubbing my red arse. I looked at the clock - he had been spanking me for three-quarters of an hour, no wonder I was sore.
I hope I get a parcel tomorrow!