I had just turned twenty-three; a skinny, self-centered kid with a lot of hang-ups, when I met Allen. Basically, I was a brat who'd never really had to learn responsibility for anything. Allen was in his early forties, a big guy, about six-three and 190 lb., hard and muscular, but with a graceful, chiseled face. It was at a party, being given by my friend Randy. I was kind of out of it, and was keeping to myself when Allen came over to where I was sitting and sat down next to me. He looked me up and down, and smiled. Randy and I had been lovers, but it had cooled down and we were just friends, and I was sort of at loose ends, so I guess I responded to what amounted to a come on from this older guy. He chatted me up, but was pretty direct. Before long he was rubbing my crotch, tracing the outlines of my cock. I responded, and found a big rock hard dick coming on to me. One thing led to another and I ended up going home with him. On our way out he patted my butt, but there was some force in it. I could feel my butt flushing from the slap, even through my jeans. Hmmm, I thought, this could get real interesting. Even then I was very turned on by spanking, and Allen was exactly the big, forceful older man I fantasized about. He was all top, and very masculine, and he fucked me all night with that big dick. Even more exciting, though -- he seemed to respond to my fantasy by slapping my butt often and hard enough that it was red all over when we drifted off to sleep. But what I really wanted was a good, hard, discipline style spanking on my bare butt. In the morning I ventured to mention the issue. "I loved it when you spanked me while we were fucking, Allen. If you..." But he stopped me. He put his finger to his lips and looked at me in a knowing way. "Don't worry, boy, you'll be getting it. I know what you need. You're an open book to me." He had to get up and go to work that day, even though it was a Saturday. I gave him my phone number, and told him I really liked him and all that. He just grinned at me, then patted my butt with that firm smack of his. I told him I had to go back to my apartment to "take care of some shit." Just as he was about to kick me out (he was wearing only boxer shorts), he told me (didn't ask, told) to come by around 3:00 that afternoon. "I'll take care of you then, Brian. You and I both know you need it." With that, he put his leg on the coffee table and bent me, fully clothed, over his leg. With his huge open hand he smacked my butt, ten good hard smacks, which burned even through the jeans. "Just a taste, boy. You'll get the REAL spanking you need, like I guarantee you've never had before, later. Now get." I looked back at him as I rose to go, and his cock, fully erect and rock hard, were literally sticking out of his shorts. I was driven to distraction. I had had a couple of spanking encounters before, but this man seemed to know all my buttons, and he told me he was going to give me a REAL spanking! Today! I could hardly think of anything else, and it was all I could do not to whip it out and beat off right then and there. But my attention span was minimal. One thing led to another that morning. Randy wanted me to help him with his computer, and we went to lunch.... before I knew it it was 3:15. Oh shit, I thought. I made excuses to Randy (who looked at me like I was a total slut) and called Allen. It was 3:30. "Hello," he answered the phone. "Allen? Look, sorry I'm..." "Brian. I'm not interested in your excuses. I guess you wanted to be sure I had a good reason to spank you. And don't worry, I WILL spank you! Now get your ass over here, NOW." "Yes, sir... I..." "NOW." And he hung up. I went straight over to his apartment, about five minutes away. I had a mixed sense of dread, even fear, and intense excitement. But I knew I had to go through with this... it was after all what I had been dreaming about, and having long wet beat-off fantasies about, for years. The little hairs on my ass tingled, but my dick didn't get hard... I was kind of scared. Any real fear faded when Allen opened the door. He was dressed in cutoff jeans, no shirt, showing off his broad muscular shoulders and lightly tanned chest. He peered at me with a real mean look, but there was an element of play to it that somehow reassured me. It probably shouldn't have! "All right, Brian, you've messed up, you're a selfish brat, and you're going to get spanked. I'll take your pants down and spank you long and HARD-ON your bare ass with my hand; then if you need it I'll get out the paddle and spank you with that till I think you've learned your lesson. You ready for a real spanking, boy?" I looked at the floor for a second, then looked up at him and nodded with a tiny nod. "Yes, sir, I know I need it." "Good." He walked over to a bench on one side of the living room and sat down. He patted his lap and said, "Get over here, and get 'em down. NOW." I walked over and unbuttoned my jeans. He grabbed them and yanked them open and roughly pulled them down, underwear and all. My soft dick flopped around as he guided my skinny body across his broad lap. He grabbed my balls and pulled them out of the way, and positioned his huge right hand square across my young man's butt. There was a mirrored closet door on the wall, and I could see my ass and his big, muscular arm. He raised his arm, well above his head, and brought it down fast and hard. SMACK! I jerked from the force of it, and felt a wave of flame spread over my butt. "OWWW!" And again, SLAP!!-- my butt roared with the heat of it. Allen put his whole body into swinging his arm up and smacking down the flat of his hand like a stiff paddle across my butt. By the third smack I was keening with pain and my legs were jerking. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Ohhhhhh- Owwwww! OWWWWW!" "Hold still, boy, or I'll tie your legs. You're getting SPANKED, not played with. Just take it like a man." WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Ahhhhh! Ohhhhh! God, please! OHHHhhhh!" I couldn't believe how much it hurt. I had gotten a swat or two in school, which had hurt a lot, but this went on and on and hurt like hell! No spanking I'd gotten as a kid even came close. My butt flamed, and each slap was like an electric shock. I never thought a man's bare hand could do that. Gradually I became a little numb to it, so I was still reacting violently to each smack, but I could STAND it. He smacked and smacked, a steady, not fast, but very steady rhythm... and he covered my whole butt and the line where the cheeks meet the thighs, till I was fairly on fire with spanking. I continued to kick and thrash around, it hurt so much. Finally he practically threw me upright and said, "I told you I'd tie your legs if you didn't keep still.... I've only just started spanking you, and I can see you'll need some restraint, boy." He shoved me aside, firmly but not too roughly, and opened a drawer in the credenza and pulled out an old belt with extra holes all the way down. He put it around my legs just above the knee (he pulled my pants all the way off at the same time), and cinched it up tight. At the same time he took out a small, black painted wooden paddle and put it on top of the credenza. (Shit, not that, I thought-- but he had set it down; he wasn't through spanking me with his hand yet). He guided me back over his lap and WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! -- he laid into me again! My legs squirmed but couldn't move much, and it only intensified the feeling of helplessness and frustration. But the spanking went on and on! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I thought maybe it was over when he motioned me to stand up. I could only stumble to my feet, with my legs strapped together, but it was only a change of position. He put his leg on a little stool I hadn't even noticed and pushed me over one leg -- like he had that morning. But he didn't resume spanking me right away. Instead, he put his hand on my butt and massaged it lightly. Suddenly something sort of released in me, and I started getting a hard-on, even though my butt still burned. "You know Brian, I could tell right off you needed a good spanking. You are SUCH a brat. But I know how to take care of that. And you will learn, don't worry." Under different circumstances I would have found this remark incredibly arrogant and been pissed off, but he was right. I was being bratty on purpose, to provoke him, and I wanted this. Now I was hard as a rock, and, I could see in the mirror, so was he. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He spanked me hard, raising his arm above his head for each smack. I rocked, and almost collapsed on my feet, bent over his leg, but all I could do was moan in pain. And my hard-on stayed. Somehow he knew just the right pace to keep me hard while he was spanking me even harder with his huge hand. This went on for a long time, maybe twenty minutes of steady spanking. My butt was BRIGHT red all over, like I'd never seen anyone's ass before. It was hot! Then he stopped and stood me up. "OK. Enough playing with you, boy. You need some real punishment now. Get me that paddle." I wasn't really ready for that! I thought we were about done, and it would sort of fade into a pleasant interlude in bed. Nope. Wrong. Allen sometimes liked to spank just for fun, but he had a mission that day. He thought I needed punishment, and he was going to spank me till I cried. I wasn't exactly a teary eyed little twerp. I was a brat, but I thought I was pretty tough skinned. Well.... He took the paddle from me roughly and pushed me back into the same position. Then WHACK!! -- the first swat with that "little" paddle made me jerk violently and lose my footing. "AHHHHHH! Ohhh! Please, no!" But he just lifted the paddle again and swatted me just as hard again -- and again -- and again! Tears did come to my eyes, as I yelled in pain at each whack. Twelve hard swats had my butt purple and I was almost shaking from the pain. Surely this must be about over! But it wasn't. He stood me up again and sat back down, indicating for me to go over his knee again. Well, at least there would be no more stand up swats, I thought. But he started right away spanking me hard and fast with that paddle. My butt was already crimson, but he just kept at it till I was almost screaming, and jerking side to side and trying to kick. WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK-WHACK-WHACK-WHACK!! Then my yelling broke and became sobbing; high-pitched and pleading. Tears began to flow from my eyes... I couldn't control it. WHACK-WHACK-WHACK-WHACK!! WHACK-WHACK-WHACK-WHACK!! Finally, with one last, searingly hard smack, he stopped. I wracked with sobs and just lay there, crying and sobbing. He put the paddle down and caressed my back and shoulders till I stopped sobbing. "It's OK, Brian, you took a good spanking. It's over now." He lifted me in his arms and carried me into the bedroom and laid me down on the bed, then laid down beside me. "Just lie there awhile and rest, boy. It's the best thing." I actually fell asleep -- the release from having gone through that spanking was so intense it just drained away all my nervous energy and left me in a totally relaxed state. Later Allen woke me up and we had wild and ferocious sex; his thighs banging into my seared butt reminding me of the worst spanking I had ever even imagined. But it was indeed just what I had wanted, and it was so hot I was horny for days afterwards. Funny about that. But it was really true. Allen became sort of a mentor to me. He had occasion to spank for fun a few times, but never really spanked me for punishment like that afterwards. But he was dead on when he saw that was what I needed at the time, and we will always be closer for the experience.