I was working for Mr. Zimmerman after school and on Saturdays to make some extra money. He owned a store in town and it was fairly easy money. He was in his 60's and was a large man with grey hair and calloused hands. I didn't see much of him during the day, as he stayed in the office and I was at the counter. I was in High School and it was my first job. I remember a funny feeling that would come over me whenever he would reprimand me for something. I was upset, but somehow excited. I remember the time he really chewed me out for something and I went home that night, and for the first time, I fantasized about being spanked by him. I masturbated to the thought of Mr. Zimmerman having me over his knees and spanking me until I cried.

I tried to forget these feelings continued to work there, until one day when I was stupid enough to take some money from the register. A few days later I did it again. A week after that, Mr. Zimmerman called me into his office after work. He told me he knew money was missing and knew it was me taking it. I was terrified. He said he was going to call the police and have me arrested. I begged him not to and said I would pay back the money and would do anything he wanted. He got up and left the office for a few minutes. He came back with a bag from the store and sat down again. Looking at me he told me he wouldn't call the police, but I needed to be punished, and he was going to do it. If I agreed, I would be left go without a police record. I agreed to his terms. He pushed back in his chair and reached into the bag pulling out a huge hairbrush from the store. He told me he was going to spank me until he felt I had been punished enough. I was stunned and scared, but!

also excited somehow. I was told to pull down my pants and underpants and bend over his knees. I did as instructed and was upside down staring at the floor when he started spanking me with the hairbrush. The first crack took my breath away. The second and third came so fast, I didn't have a chance to react. Mr. Zimmerman was giving me the spanking of my life. I was crying within 10 cracks and he kept spanking me for all he was worth. He spanked me 50 times with the brush, and made me stand up. He then ordered me to strip entirely. Standing naked next to him, I sobbed and rubbed my ass. He ordered me over his desk. As I lay there he took off his belt and gave me 15 stripes with the leather. This was more than I ever bargained for in my dreams, yet somehow I wanted it. After the 15 he again ordered me across his lap. This was what I had dreamt about. Mr. Zimmerman proceeded to administer a bare bottom over the knees spanking, with his hand to my already sore bottom. Each smack was fire on my ass. He spanked me non stop for 20 minutes. I lost track of the number of spanks, but it was many. When it was over I had to stand in the corner naked for 30 minutes.

From that time on, Mr. Zimmerman would spank me for anything he felt I did wrong. Never like that, but my bare bottom was alway over his knees. He loved to spank me I'm sure, but he never knew how much I loved to be spanked by him also.