Date: Fri, 8 Dec 2017 01:01:09 +0000 From: John Mack Subject: Sixty years ago - my first spanking Sixty years ago - my first spanking I joined the sea scouts when I was about nine. I never much took to it, but enjoyed learning to handle our yacht. And, of course, I enjoyed the surf life-saving lessons. They were a great opportunity to see our teachers and other guys naked in the changeroom and showers. By the time I was fifteen, and regularly jerking off with my cousin, Geoff, I had begun to think about having fun with other guys, but nothing seemed to be possible with any of the guys in the troop. However, there was one strange experience. That year, which was probably my last as a sea scout, Lance, one of the leaders, taught us navigation. There were six or seven of us taking the class in a room separate from where the rest of the guys trained. It was boring, but I was good at it. Each evening at the end of the class Lance would have the guy who made the most mistakes come out in front of everyone, untuck his shirt and t-shirt from his shorts and bend over his knee. Lance made a great fuss of pulling the guy's shirt up and then pulling the waist of his shorts up so they were tight over his ass cheeks. He then usually gave the guy six of the best with his hand, three on each cheek. Once or twice, if someone had really screwed-up, they were given six of the best on each cheek. For some reason I did not understand, watching the weekly spanking excited me. I enjoyed seeing the guys bent over with their shorts tight over their butts, and then watching them take their punishment. When we were dismissed I could hardly wait to get home and into my bedroom to give myself a good wank while I thought about the guy's butt. I suppose part of the excitement was the chance that I might be spanked too. My father had never spanked me, but the sight of the guys taking their punishment did something to me. Never thinking to deliberately screw-up so I might be spanked I continued being the best in the class throughout the course. I just enjoyed watching the other guys taking their spanking. On the last night of the course when we had been given our certificates, Lance announced that he had a special treat for us. He then said that as I had been such a good student and never been spanked, that as a treat for everyone I was going to be spanked. I think my dick was instantly hard and I was hoping that it was not too obvious in my shorts. As I stood in front of Lance and untucked my shirt I was glad of its length as it helped hide the embarrassing bulge in the front of my shorts. But I had not thought about lying across Lance's knee. He must have been able to feel my stiffy. Lance moved me around so I was bent over his legs before he pulled my shirt up and then pulled at the waistband of my shorts and my jockey y-front briefs I wore under them, so they were tight over my ass. He then rubbed his hand over my ass cheeks, teasing me, and making my dick even more excited. Whack! Ouch. Whack!! Whack!!! Whack!!!! Whack!!!!! Whack!!!!!! When Lance stopped he rubbed his hand over my ass cheeks again, and told the guys they could go home now. I eagerly stood up and began tucking my shirt back into my shorts. `Hey son. What do you think you are doing? Who told you to tuck your shirt in?' `Well, sir, I thought I could go home too.' `No, son, I have not finsihed with you. Untuck your shirt and drop your shorts.' `What?!' `You heard me, drop your shorts.' `But...' `Go on son, drop your shorts. If you don't I'll make you drop your undies too and I'll spank you bare ass. Drop them, now.' Horrified at the thought of a bare ass spanking and the thought that Lance would see my stiffy, I nervously untucked my shirt, unzipped and dropped my shorts. `Go on son, across my knee.' Bending over Lance's knee I realized that he must have been able to feel my stiffy through my undies. Once again, Lance pulled my shirt up, exposing my white cotton clad bum. My shorts were down around my ankles, sort of hobbling me. `Let's get these undies tight', and Lance pulled at the waistband so my undies were tight over my boy buns. He rubbed his hand over my ass cheeks, saying, `I am going to enjoy this.' And, he began to spank me. I squirmed and squealed, but he warned me that if I did not hold still he would make me drop my undies and he would do me bare ass! I am sure he could feel my stiffy especially when I wriggled on his knee. He gave me another six whacks, and finished, saying `I bet your bum is red now. I should take a look.' But he did nothing more, except to tell me to get up, and make myself tidy and get out. I went home through the park, my dick hard in my shorts, looking forward to wanking myself while thinking about what had just happened. As I walked home the desire to get a hand on myself was great. Finally I gave in and went to a bench in a secluded part of the park where there was little possibility of anyone seeing me. Why I was worried I did not know, as there was no-one else in sight. On the bench I undid my zip and slipped my hand into my y-fronts. A few strokes and it was all over, a gush of hot jizz in my undies. Zip up, and make my way home. But that night all I could think of was the spanking and the feel of my stinging ass cheeks. I wanked myself a couple of times before I fell asleep. I never told anyone about my spanking and I wondered how far Lance would have gone. Would he have made me drop my undies and spanked me bare ass? Would I have had to expose my stiffy? What would have happened then? I suppose Lance enjoyed punishing the guys, and enjoyed taking it a bit further with me, but I wonder how far he would have gone and how fearful he would have been about taking it any further. Lance was the first guy to give me a spanking, but not the last. It awaked a strange desire I did not understand and it was several years before I had the opportunity to explore the pleasure I could get from being spanked. I wonder if Lance even understood what he was doing, or how much pleasure he gave me, and how he opened-up new sexual experiences for me. icarusjohn@hotmail.com