Mischief Spanking
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When we were around 14, we played baseball in
a field near some houses. As luck would have it, one day we broke a window
in the house of Mr. Beachy. He was an old widower, and was thought to be
somewhat slow. As you would imagine, everyone ran away except for me.
For some reason I didn't and waited to see what was going to happen. Mr.
Beachy came out of the house with the ball in his hand. He was visibly
angry and told me so. He said if I wanted the ball back I would have to
come into his house. To this day, I'm not sure why, but I followed him
into his house. Once inside, Mr. Beachy grabbed me by the ear and took me
into his living room. He showed me the window and told me I was going to pay for
it. Of course I had no money and told him so. He then told me I and
all my friends needed to be punished. For some reason this excited me.
I agreed with him, and asked him what he thought was a fair punishment. I
looked around the room and knew immediately, what he was going to say.
Strewn around the coffee table were spanking magazines. Men spanking other
men were in pictures all over the room. I had never known other people had been
doing what I had only fantasized about, but now I wanted to be over his knees,
while he spanked my bare bottom.
Mr. Beachy told me he thought a good old fashioned spanking would be fair.
Of course I agreed and he took me upstairs to his bedroom. Once inside he
shut the door and told me to remove my jeans. I took off my shoes and
jeans, removing my socks at the same time. He sat down on the bed and
picked up a hairbrush from the bed table. Making me stand next to him, he
pulled my underpants down to my ankles and pulled me over his lap. He
started to spank me with the hairbrush. I could not believe what was
happening. This was all of my fantasies coming true. I was getting a
spanking on my bare bottom, by another man. I also couldn't believe how
much it hurt. He was a short, stocky man and was using that brush on my
backside for all it was worth. I'm sure he was living his fantasy also,
and was getting his moneys worth. After about 10 minutes and plenty of
begging, the spanking stopped. He picked me off of his lap and noticed my
hard on. He told me if I was enjoying this !
so much, he would spank me some more. With that he sat down in a chair and
ordered me to remove my shirt. Now quite naked, Mr. Beachy pulled me over
his knees. I expected the brush, but was surprised that he used his hand.
My spanking continued for a long, long time. I had done something wrong
and had my bare bottom spanked for it. I was very sore, but very happy.
He told me I had to tell my buddies about my spanking, and they were to come to
his house for their punishments. If they did not come, he would find me
and spank me for all of them. I never told one of them what happened, and
went to his house myself every night for 9 day. One day for every boy who
was playing. I told him they would not come, and true to his word, he
spanked me every night for 9 nights. He only used his hand, but I was
naked for each spanking. He also spanked me in every room of his house
each different night.
After the 9th night, I admitted to him how I enjoyed my spankings even though
they were extremely painful. He admitted to me how much he loved spanking
me. I would go to Mr. Beachy's house quite a bit from that time on until I
was 19 and left for school. My spankings were alway on my bare bottom, and
over his knees. We used paddles and brushes and belts, and I alway knew
when I got the urge, Mr. Beachy was ready to spank me.