Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2018 03:21:47 +0000 (UTC) From: Nick Green Subject: Nicky's Spankings 3: Mr. Skinner Spanked by Mr Skinner (Note: This is a story about a sexual encounter between an adult and a young teen. It is strictly fiction and fantasy. Please comply with the laws where you live concerning such literature, and read it only if you can do so legally. If you are offended by this sort of material, please find other things that will not offend you. To help keep these wonderful stories, please take a moment and donate to Nifty Stories Archive Donation Mr Skinner was a crotchety old man who lived behind us on about 15 acres. He lived alone - I think his wife died years ago - and it seemed like he never had a nice word to say to anyone. His house was old and looked like it was falling apart - at least from the outside. Once in awhile, if I miss my bus or have to walk home from school, I cut across his land, as it's between the main road and our house. Saves me about 20 minutes. My dad says not to tresspass on other people's property so the few times I did cut across it, I made sure to stay low and out of sight from his windows. But after my late session with Coach Hall, I had missed the bus completely and had to hurry home before dad got there. I wasn't paying too much attention to what I was doing, as I turned directly onto his property from the road, not even trying to get behind trees or bushes. All of a sudden, I heard a yell from the house: "HEY! What are you doing on my property?!?" I froze, as the voice took me by surprise. It was also like a low growl practically. I turned and saw Mr. Skinner making his way off his back porch towards me. He had a cigar in one hand and pointed at me with the other. He was a tall guy too, with a white moustache and beard. Not a long beard, just a few inches long. He came up right to me with his hand on his hip and stared right at me. "What are you doing on my property, boy?" "I'm sorry, Mr. Skinner. My name is Nicky and I live right behind you." "I know that, boy. That's not what I asked you. I asked why are you doing on my property?" "I... was running late from school and missed my bus so I had to walk home and get there before my dad did. He expects me home when he gets there. So because it's getting late, I thought I'd take a little short cut across your property, that's all." "Did you think of asking permission? "Uh, no sir. I figured you'd just say no." "And if you thought that I'd say no, why did you try to cut across anyway?" "Well, because, I needed to get home as fast as I could." "So in other words, rules don't apply when you're running late, is that it? Is that what you're trying to tell me?" I didn't answer. I just stared at the ground. The aroma of his cigar was in the air and it smelled good and for some reason, I felt a stirring in my pants.The more I inhaled the smoke, the more my dick started to twitch. "I know your father," Mr. Skinner said. "I plan on giving him a piece of my mind, as apparently, he doesn't know how to keep his son in line." I was terrified! "Please, Mr. Skinner, don't tell my dad. He'll just get mad and punish me!" "You should be punished! Don't you think that's the risk you take when you break the rules?" I just hung my head down. Trembling, I softly I replied, "Yes sir. I deserve to be punished." Mr Skinner snorted a little, took a long drag from his cigar and blew it above my head. My face was just above his belt and I could swear, I saw movement in his pants. "I'll give you a choice, boy. Either I tell your dad and you face the consequences at home, or I punish you myself, right here, right now. What's it going to be? I knew what to expect with dad, so I figured my chances were better with Mr. Skinner. But I started thinking about being spanked by Coach Hall an hour ago and how good it felt. Could I be lucky enough to get spanked twice in one day and could my poor little butt take another one? I looked up and asked, "What...what.. what kind of punishment, Mr. Skinner?" There must've been something in my voice that he picked up on because he just grabbed me by the collar and led me back to his back porch and up the short flight of stairs. I saw a small sofa to the right; old, green-ish brown, broken-in, musty smell.. just a nasty-looking couch that's obviously been sitting out there all year long. He sat down, put his cigar in his mouth and slapped his hands on his knees. "Get over my knee, boy." I hesitated; was he really going to spank me right here on his porch outside, where anyone could see us? He must've read my mind. "No one can see us, boy. Those trees back there block out all the view from your house. And the nearest neighbor is half mile to our left. And even if someone could see us, wouldn't make a difference. You'd still get spanked right here." With that he grabbed my arm and pulled me across his knee. While not built like Coach Hall, he was stronger than he looked and had no trouble putting me in the exact spot he wanted. My butt was raised over his right knee with his left hand across my shoulder. "I'm going to teach you a lesson, boy. You're going to learn that you can't break the rules just because it suits you. While he was talking, he had his hand on my butt, rubbing it around. I was still sore from Coach Hall but the rubbing felt good. I moved my butt slightly; if he knew I liked it, maybe he won't spank me as hard. Wishful thinking. He immediately slapped my butt hard with his hand. I yelped - I didn't expect it to be so hard so fast. He spanked the other cheek hard, then the other. Back and forth until I was squirming on his lap. His left arm kept me in place so other than squirming, I really couldn't move. I heard him snicker and said, "I'm not wasting my time with unnecessary clothes." With that reached down and pulled my t-shirt off my back. The warm air swooshed across my bare skin. Then he reached under me and undid my jeans, and pulled them down around my legs. I still had my underwear on but knew they wouldn't protect me for long. He started rubbing my butt again, grabbing at my flesh. He pulled my underwear up between my cheeks, giving me a wedgie and lifting my butt slightly into the air. Then he let out a whistle. "Woohee, your butt is already red! I didn't spank you that much, boy. What's going on here?" "Um... no, I, uh...was sitting down too long...." "Bullshit!" he roared and started spanking me hard again and again and again. I was sobbing quickly, so I came clean and told him about Coach Hall. He made me tell him the whole story, all the while he rubbing my butt. Repeating the story outloud - to a near stranger - was embarassing but also got me a little excited. He could tell I was getting hard over his knee and I felt his finger creep under my briefs and linger between my crack. I wasn't going to tell him the part where Coach put his finger in me and start jerked me off, but with his finger pressing up against my boi hole, I couldn't help but squirm. My breathing got harder and I felt myself pushing into his lap. Didn't take long before I felt Mr. Skinner's hard cock rise up against my cock. I moved my butt in rhythm with his finger. I heard him breathing harder too as his large, unwashed finger found my hole and slowly started pushing it's way inside of me. All the while, the aroma of his cigar filled the porch. I took a deep breath and felt very lightheaded. And horny. But despite how much I wanted his finger inside of me, I was too dry - I need something wet to help it go easier. "Please, Mr. Skinner... it hurts. It's too...dry..." I said, hesitantly. He stopped, pulled my underwear down to my thighs, spread both cheeks with his hands and hocked up a big loogie and let it fall right between my cheeks. It landed right where he aimed and I felt a warm, sticky wetness back there. "Is this better, boy?" He rubbed the spit around my hole and plunged his finger into me. I was surprised how easy he slid into me but I guess I was still loose from Coach Hall. I started moaning and moving my hips. He finger fucked me for what felt like hours, even though it was only a few minutes. He wrapped his left arm around my waist, just above my butt and leaned over as he worked his finger in and out of me. I could feel the smoke from his cigar on my butt, making them even hotter. He spit a few more times on my butt and I felt it drip down to my hole. Some dripped towards my balls and he rubbed them roughly, making me squirm even more. Then he resumed spanking my already sore butt. He'd spit more on my cheeks and spank that spot. I was starting to cry and plead and beg him to stop but he wasn't having any of it. >From one cheek to another, he covered every inch of my ass. I was sure it was a dark crimson by now. I was squiring like crazy, tears coming out of my eyes, sniffling like a little baby. Then he pulled my underwear off all the way and I was completely naked outdoors. He pushed my legs apart and kept them open by moving his right leg in between mine, and spanked the inside of my thighs. I was really crying now but my cock stayed hard the whole time. And the sound of the spanking echoed through the air. I was very glad he didn't have any neighbors. Finally, he stopped so I could catch my breath. His left hand moved to my waist and I felt him just stared at my red butt. He took a few more puffs of his cigar while holding me in that position and blew the smoke over my head. Again, I inhaled deeply and he knew the effect it had on me. He rested his hand in between my butt cheeks, pressing down on my hole. He stood me and told me to leave my hands by my side. I was a bit wobbly, trying to keep my balance. I just stood there, naked on his porch and he looked at me with a squinty, disgusting look. Then without saying a word, he stood up and walked into the house. "Don't you move, boy!" he said. So I stayed put, afraid to move. My dick started softening a little but my butt was still sore. He came in out in a few minutes, carrying a plastic funnel. He grabbed my arm and pulled me down the stairs onto the grass. "Get on your knees, boy. Head down, ass up. NOW!" I did as he said, putting my arms under my head. He knelt down behind me, opened my cheeks and hocked another spitball on my asshole. Then another. He spread it in and out with his finger and I started getting hard again. Then he slowly inserted the funnel into my hole. It wasn't big so it slide right in but I had no idea what he planned to do. Once he was satisified that it would stay in place, he stook up and I heard him undo his belt and his zipper. I didn't dare turn my head to see what was going on. Within a few seconds, I felt a stream of piss first hit my butt then he aimed lower and got my balls soaked. Then he aimed into the funnel -- he was pissing in my ass! The sensation of the warm liquid filling me up was incredible. And nasty! This was piss, not water! I heard him chuckle the whole time. He really was a nasty man and getting off on humiliating me like I was a dog. But boy, he had a lot of piss! I felt the same kind of pressure when Coach Hall gave me an enema but this felt so...so... different. Almost tingly... He finally finished up and took the funnel out but made me stay in that position for a few minutes. Then he picked up his belt, doubled it over in his hand, and whipped me. Not hard, but still enough to start me crying again. Every time he struck me, a little pee came out of my hole. "Keep that piss in, goddammit!" I clenched as hard as I could during the whipping until he stood me up, turned me around and walked me further into the backyard. He told me to squat like a little bitch. I did so, holding onto his leg for support. He hadn't zipped up, so his hard, moistened-tip cock was inches from my head. "Alright boy, pee on the grass for me. Just like a dog. I couldn't believe what I was about to do but I couldn't hold it in any longer. It felt good to get all that piss out of me. I left a big puddle on the grass. He rubbed my head: "Good boy, good boy." I felt my face turn as red as my butt. He grabbed my hand to pull me up and led me back up to the porch. He pointed to the corner and said "Go face the corner, boy." I did so, rubbing my sore cheeks and in between my sobs, I said, "Please Mr. Skinner, I learned my lesson. I won't ever come on your property again. Please, no more spanking...." He just snorted. "No, I don't believe you've learned your lesson, boy. And judging how hard your little pecker is, you're enjoying this too, right? Don't lie to me! And keep facing the wall!" I turned my head, paused. "... Yes sir... part of me likes it. I know that's wrong, but..." "It ain't wrong, boy. Your body knows what it likes. And I'm going to give it something else to enjoy. TURN THE FUCK AROUND AND FACE THE WALL, BOY!!" With that, I heard the sound of his pants falling to the ground and him stepping out of them. I wanted to look but he had his hand on my head, keeping it against the wall. Not hard, but I couldn't move and I heard him remove the rest of his clothes. He came up right behind me, wrapped his arms around my body, one hand on my balls, the other on my cock, and started grinding into my sore ass. The rubbing against my sore, hurting butt was making me start to shed soft tears, but soon the pleasure started overriding the pain. I stuck my ass out to him, so he could press his cock up against my hole. Up and down my crack he slide his cock. It didn't feel large but his balls were huge! The were slapping up against me every time he thrusted. My body wasn't under my control anymore and it just moved as it desired. It was all I could do keep standing up; my legs were getting week from excitement. Then I felt a lot of wetness all over my back and butt, covering it completely and dripping down my legs. I thought he had shot his load but he just whispered in my ear, "That's my precum, boy. It's nice and wet and sticky and I always have a lot of it! But it's nothing compared to how much cum I'm going to shoot!" He rubbed his cock all over his precum then before I knew it, he grabbed me tight, lifted me off the ground, and pushed his hard cock right up against my hole. I was scared - I've never had a dick up my ass before. But I was also in heat and instinctively, started pushing out when I felt him push into me -- I really wanted to feel him inside of me. And I guess, between his and Coach's fingering, they must've stretched it real good. I felt him slide into me but there was only a little discomfort. His precum was very slippery. He slowly started pulling out, then pushed back in. I couldn't believe how good it felt, being in his strong arms, unable to move, impaled on his cock. I just moaned and groaned, arching my back for a better angle to my magic button. He knew exactly where it was, rubbing over it with every stroke. I couldn't stand it; my cock had never been harder and I was glad he was holding me up, because there's no way I could stand through this. Then without removing his cock from inside of me, he lifted me up completely, carried me back to the sofa and bent me over the arm rest. I was able to stretch my hands out for support and he just pounded away at me. I felt him reach under and stroke by cock a few times; he also tugged on my balls, making me shriek. I just heard him chuckle. All throughout this, he never dropped his cigar. With my butt in a completely helpless position, he slapped it again. I remembered Mr. Roberts doing this with his finger in me, but that couldn't compare to being fucked and spanked at the same time. It didn't take long before I started sobbing again. I think he got off on hearing my tears. He would spread my butt cheeks wide as he fucked me, like he was splitting me in two. After a few minutes, he leaned over, grabbed me under my arms and lifted me up. He brought me to the other side of the couch, laying me on my back. He knelt down on the floor, grabbed my legs and spread them apart and continued pounding my poor hole. I was crying but in ecstacy, eyes closed shut, trying to make sense of the feelings my body was going through. His cigar smoke seemed to hover of my face the whole time... I couldn't describe the effect it had on me, almost like it relaxed me even more. I felt him grab my legs tighter, tense up and grunt like a mule. "I'm gonna breed ya, boy! I'm gonna make your daddy a grandpa!" Then a stream of cum - so hot my body jerked - shot inside my ass. Then another. And another. And another. He was right - he had a lot of cum. There was so much inside of me, it felt like I had just gotten a hot enema. Every time he pulled out, I felt the cum start dripping out, down my cheeks. But he never withdrew completely and pushed it back in till his balls slapped my ass again. Mr. Skinner was panting like a racehorse; I was afraid he was going to have a heart attack or something. But he just stayed put until he poured every drop of his cum into my ass, before slowly pulling out. His cum started gushing out of me but he quickly put two fingers in me to hold it in place. My cock was still hard and I felt like bursting. "Not so fast, boy. You're going to keep my cum inside of you, to remind you of what happened today. I just nodded my head. "Yes sir...," I whispered. Then I swear, I thought he started to grin slightly when he said, "You're a very naughty boy but damn, you're a hot piece of ass. There's a lot of things I could to your butt -- and I will, if I catch you on my property again. But since you took your punishment like a big boy, I guess you deserve a little relief yourself. Grab that little boy dick and play with it." So while his two fingers were deep inside my ass, rubbing my sweet spot with all his cum squishing inside, I grabbed my cock and slowly started rubbing it up and down. He leaned over and let loose another huge loogie and watched it fall right on the tip of my dick. It practically covered my whole thing and if I wasn't so horny, I'd have been disgusted. But then he used his other hand to start rubbing my balls so I forgot about the loogie and used my two hands to jerk off. It didn't take long -- I felt him reach deeper with his fingers and that sent me over the edge. I started spraying my cum all over my tummy; it wasn't much because I had just cum while over Coach Hall's lap earlier - but I was still proud how much shot out. Mr Skinner's grunt sorta sounded like an approval. I didn't have much time to catch my breath. Mr. Skinner made me stand up and pulled his fingers out, but told me not to let any cum drip out yet. He placed a little bucket under me and told me to squat over it, like I did before. My legs were so weak, I had to hold onto his strong thigh again. After an agonizing minute, he gave me permission to expel all the cum and I heard it splash into the bucket. There was a lot more than I thought and I felt very empty when it was all done. I was still holding onto him with both arms wrapped around his leg. He told me to stand up, took the bucket and poured it over the porch railing. Then he told me to get dressed and get the hell off his porch. He punctuated this was another slap to my ass and said he I'd be getting worse if he caught me on his property again. I couldn't imagine anything worse than what he already put me through but part of me was very intrigued and curious, so maybe I'll have to take that chance one day.