Neighbourly Punishment
My neighbour Angie had fallen and broke
something that caused her to go into the hospital. Being old and frail,
she could not take care of herself and went into a convelesant home after the
hospital. Her house stood empty for a long time and I was curious as to
what was inside. I devised a plan to break into her home just to look
around.
One evening I executed my plan, and broke into her house. I never expected
anyone to show up and was not worried about it in the least. I was
downstairs looking around when I heard someone come into the house upstairs.
I was terrified of being caught and tried to hide. Her son Stanley had
come to check on the house and was coming down the steps. There was
nothing I could do but stand there and wait to be caught.
When Stanley saw me and saw what I had done to get in, he was clearly upset.
Yelling and screaming, he grabbed me by the arm, twisted me around and started
spanking me on my shorts standing up. I knew I had done wrong and took my
punishment without trying to escape. Quite frankly the smacks from Stanley
had started to excite me. I wondered what it would be like to have him
spank my bare bottom. As mad as he was, I knew it would hurt like hell,
but I wanted to be over his knees.
He took me upstairs after about 10 cracks and told me he was calling the police.
I started to beg and plead and asked him to punish me himself. I told him
I would accept anything he thought was right. He told me to stand still
and went upstairs. He returned with an old wooden hairbrush. He then
told me to remove my clothes. I stripped naked and stood in front of him
waiting for my spanking to begin. He took me into the living room, pausing
to bring with us a dining room chair. Sitting down he pulled me over his
knees and started my spanking. " Joe ", he said, "If you
want other people property so much, I'll give it to you. Here is my
Mother's hairbrush. You can have it. In fact, I'm going to give it
to you again, and again." With that he started spanking me with the
hairbrush. He spanked me again, and again, as he said he would.
Counting the smacks in order to take my mind off of the pain, I got to 115 and
quit, as I was crying and yelling and begging for mercy.!
Stanley was not giving any. He spanked me into submission. My
ass was on fire. It actually couldn't stand when he was done.
He told me I was lucky. The next time, he would call the cops too.