At the age of 17 I finally decided that for some reason, I was turned on by the thought of being spanked on my bare bottom by other men. Naturally I thought I couldn't do much about it except fantasize and play with myself, which I did and had been doing for as long as I could remember. One day in class our teacher Mr. Severn, had his back turned to the board, and I made a farting sound. He was a stern man, and you didn't fool around in his class. He asked who did that, and natually no one claimed responsibility for it. He said fine, and the whole class would be punished for it. He gave us all three extra chapters of work that night to be done for the next morning.
All through the day I felt bad about what I had done. I actually was looking for a paddling instead of the work. I made up my mind that I was going to try with this guy. I went to his house, knowing that he lived alone, and knocked on the door. He answered the door and I knew there was no turning back now. I said the I was the one who made the noise in class that day, and I should be the one punished. He agree, but said since he had already made the whole class do the extra work, he didn't know what he could do. I finally worked up my nerve and said" You could spank me." He looked shocked for a second and replied, " Yes I could couldn't I. Come with me into the den." We went into his den, and he asked me how I wanted to be spanked. "I guess the only way is over your knees on my bare bottom." With that he broke into a wide smile. "I have a better idea. Take off all of your clothes and come over here and bend over my knees. I've been wanting to spank one of you little brats my entire career. I think a good bare naked spanking will be just what you need." I took off my clothes and with that Mr. Severn pulled me over his lap and began spanking me very hard and very fast. At first I thought this was a bad idea, as it hurt very bad, but the more he spanked me the more I wanted to be spanked. As the spanking went on, I tried to imagine what I looked like, bare naked and over his knees. I knew my bottom had to be very red and hot. I started to give him what I thought he was after. I started kicking and crying, and beggin him to stop, all the while knowing he wasn't going to stop until he felt like it. "Please, please Mr. Severn, don't spank me anymore. It hurts so bad Mr. Severn. Please stop. I'll be good." He continued to spank me again and again. All of his anger over the years was coming out in that one spanking of mine.
After about 30 minutes he stopped. He made me lay over his knees while he lectured me occasionally giving me three or four smacks for emphasis. I didn't know what to feel. I had finally gotten my spanking and didn't know what to do next. It hurt so much, yet when I got up, I almost wanted to go back over his knees again. I was standing naked in front of him, rubbin my bottom, I looked at him and pleaded "Please Mr. Severn, don't tell anyone that you gave me a spanking. I don't want anyone to know that you had me over your knees." The truth of the matter was that I really somehow wanted everyone to know that I got spanked by him, but was afraid of gettin him into trouble. He said he would make a deal with me. "I won't tell anyone about this spanking but you have to come back and let me spank you again. I really liked doing this, and I know that you liked it too. Do we have a deal?" " You bet we do Mr. Severn, only one thing, how about putting me over your knees and spanking me about 50 more times, just to seal the deal? I replied. And he did.