"You asked for it, now you're going to get it" came the voice from above.
A shiver went through my body and not just from the cold, either. Most of it was from anticipation of my very first spanking I'd ever gotten in my life. The man was correct, I'd asked for it and now I was going to get it and there wasn't much I could do about it.
I felt the man's hand push my shirt up farther onto my back to more fully expose my bottom for his attention. I didn't feel that it needed much more exposure for all I was wearing was my shirt and a pair of socks, all other clothing having been removed. My bum was in a lovely position for the attention soon to be paid to it, I was across the man's lap and it was all nicely rounded and pointing toward the ceiling. He ran his hand over my naked bottom as if to gauge his distance and with a sudden move the first swat landed. Right in the middle and square across both cheeks, mashing my crack flat. "This isn't so bad," I thought and then the second blow landed just above the first and my bottom began to light on fire.
With a series of quick, hard, swats he stitched a row right up the middle of my rump, from the top of my crack to the back of my legs and the pain was beginning to grow and I started to jerk around trying to escape the stinging on my bottom. I couldn't move very much because he had me firmly anchored in two spots--his left arm across my back and my very erect penis captivated between his thighs. Having achieved the color he wanted in the middle of my bum he proceeded to make the rest of it match, swatting both of my cheeks down to the side as far as he could reach and including the backs and sides of my thighs down about halfway to my knees. I noticed that the spot where my bum joined my legs was very sensitive and I jumped every time a blow fell on that area and he seemed to realize what was going on and paid a lot of attention to it. I was making a racket by this time but it didn't bother the man, a spanking I'd asked for and a spanking I was going to get!
For the next ten minutes he concentrated on improving the general tone of my entire rear-end, slapping it all to a fiery red color and temperature and the pain was becoming quite intense. Squirming around and complaining did no good, he just tightened his grip on the two points of contact he had and continued with the punishment. Finallly after twenty minutes he figured I had what I asked for and let me get up and I stood there, penis still very errect, and rubbed my sore bottom.
This was the first spanking I got from this man but by no means the last, about once a week I would be back in the same position getting my bottom reddened again graduating after a couple of weeks to a thick leather belt which stung much more than his hand and prolonged the spanking for quite a while.
I guess I should mention that my first spanking was at the age of 26. the first but by no means the last.