Erotic Fiction - Straight Boy Spanked by an Older Man 

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"Straight Boy Spanked by an Older Man"  by Johnny Detention

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Billy likes girls. Everything about them. He loves to spank their bottoms. He loves the little curve of their inner thigh just below their ass if their lucky enough to have such a curve. Billy is a straight boy.  Spanking has been part of his sexual wiring as long as he can remember. He’s been lucky enough to spank many girls; Grown-up girls, teen-dreams, tiny girls, girls with bottoms wrapped-tight in well-worn blue denim, pro girls, and sweethearts with tiny skirts that lift all their own when a girl is put over a man’s knee.

Billy loves to spank. And Billy loves to be spanked as well. He likes the idea that he will be the adored one. He feels that his bottom, though now 30, is a nice tight sexy target that an admirer of such a bottom would be thrilled to punish. It makes him feel sexy and wanted, that he’s not just the mean-old-man who dishes-it-out to misbehaved-young-ones. He wants to hang-on to being a misbehaved-young-one himself as long as he can. 

Billy’s problem is that he could never be spanked by his submissive girls. That would ruin the beautiful balance. He has tried to meet women, aunt-types, that would want to punish a sexy young man’s ass, but has had no luck in doing so. There are plenty of professional dom aunties who would gladly spank his ass for a-couple-of-hundred dollars, but Billy would never pay to be spanked, and besides he tells himself, I want to spanked by someone who will be as thrilled to have my ass at their mercy, as I am with girl’s bottoms when I have them over my knee.

Billy was told to bend over to be paddled when he was a school boy. The last time he was paddled he was in the eighth grade. Around that time in his life, he was just discovering the cute little female butts that walked with a perfect little wiggle down the halls of his school. It was the days of hard-ons out-of-nowhere and history books raised slightly higher than how anyone would usually carry them to cover the bulge in his teenage blue-jeans. When he was spanked with that paddle it didn’t register as anything close to a turn-on. It hurt. It stung. He did his best to be a man and not have his eyes tear-up, but they always did. He was paddled throughout Junior High by an old-school, old-fashioned vice-principal who paddled Billy on a regular basis.

Once Billy realized, not more than a year after his eighth grade spankings, that spanking excited him a great deal, he would think about Mr. Rowe telling him to place his hands flat on the desk, to spread his legs out a little, and to arch his back a-bit so as to push out his behind into a ready to be spanked position. Billy re-lived each spanking, realizing Mr. Rowe loved to spank the boys and girls of Spartan Junior High. Billy was puzzled as to why this turned him on. He masturbated to these recollections all through high school. 

After much frustration at not getting a proper spanking on his tight 30 year old bottom, Billy started thinking about Mr. Rowe again. He had always felt it was taboo, now that he was grown-up, to be spanked by a man. Billy thought hard about Mr. Rowe, about how much Mr. Rowe must have loved his little bottom, to spank, to admire, to position in such a submissive upward inviting way. 

Billy saw an ad posted on the internet that read, “60 year old Daddy spanks slim-grown-up naughty boys”. Billy read this and his heartbeat kicked-up triple
time. He responded to the ad, but kept having to rewrite it because of misspellings and mistakes. He was rattled. He was excited. The man wrote back. He asked Billy to write back with a description of himself. Billy wrote back, 30 - 6 feet tall - 165 pounds, slim, - no sex please I’m straight. The man wrote back that he spanks straight-boys 
all-the-time. He wrote that Billy should stand on the corner of 14th Street and 5th Ave in front of an eyeglass store and that he would come by in his car and pick him up at 6:00. They can talk in the car - if everyone feels good about the meet, then the man would drive Billy to his office, which will be quiet at night, and there he will spank him
like a naughty school boy. Billy agreed. 

Billy gets in the car. The man is silver haired. He wears glasses, Billy thinks he looks like a professor who teaches business or some subject that might be useful in the world as-far-as making a living. The man appears less Mr. Normal when he looks Billy up-and-down at the little slut Billy finds himself being, and Billy is turned-on by it.

“You look great Billy. Just from my view of you from the car I can see you have a nice little ass. The kind I enjoy spanking. Also by the looks of you - and the fact that you got in a strange man’s car - I can see that you’re a bad young man and a boy who needs a good spanking. Am I right?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good.”

The man put the car, a black Lincoln Town Car, in gear and headed up 14th street.

“Are you wearing any underwear?”

“No Sir.”

“You are a bad one - show me you’re sincere about this. Unbutton your jeans and show me that you have no underwear on ..... go ahead, no one can see you in the car.”

Billy undid his pants and pulled them down a little revealing himself.
“Good. Very good. I’m gonna spank your little ass young man.”

“Yes sir.” 

The man pulls in an underground parking lot. Billy and the man get out. An attendant gets in the car and drives it away. They’re alone and silent in the elevator that’s traveling up to the 12th floor.  They reach 12. A bell rings. The door opens. They get out - Billy follows. Once inside the office they walk to a back office which Billy can see is obviously the man’s. It’s a plush office. There’s a leather couch and two matching chairs, a big desk and great looking art work all over the walls. On the desk is a picture of the man and his family. He notices Billy looking at it, “My wife and kids” he says. The man pulls a maple colored school-type paddle from the top drawer of a metal filing cabinet.

“Move to the front of the desk, BIlly. Stand about twelve inches away from it, then bend-over putting your palms on the desk.”

Billy knows the drill. He does what he is told. Billy arches his back pushing his bottom out to invite the paddle like Mr. Rowe always requested.

“That’s a very nice ass Billy - very nice ass. This is going to be an old-fashioned spanking son. I want you to count each swat and say Sir each time - Understand?” 

“Yes sir, I understand.”

Billy could hear the paddle moving through the air.

“Owe - one sir, --- two sir,”

“You’ve been needing this spanking - haven’t you son?”

“Ouch owe, three sir, yes sir.”

The man swats Billy’s bottom 20 times. Billy counts and says sir for each one. 
It hurts him. It stings. Billy thought he would have a hard-on during the spanking, but his cock, though feeling heavy in his pants hangs as limp as Billy's whole body is as he’s bent over and waiting for instructions. His ass is buzzing. Billy realizes he is swinging his hips a little from side-to- side. 

The man watches and admires Billy’s young tight bottom. 

“Stand up young man. I’m going to take your jeans down, put you over my knee and hand spank your bare bottom. Understand?” “Yes sir. I understand sir.”

Billy unbuttons his jeans. The man puts a chair in the middle of the big room. 
He rolls the sleeves up on his button-down shirt and sits. “Pull your pants down Billy ----- good, now get over my knee, --- good boy, --- your bottom is very red from the paddle --- don’t get uptight I’m going to rub your bottom a little --- mmmm it’s very warm. A believe a young needs guidance Billy. A spanking like this is good for a young man. You don’t have to count these. Rather, I want you to think hard about each spank - they’ll be slow and steady and hard. You’ll wince - most boys cry - it’s all right if you do. ----- OK - lets begin."

Billy walks out of the office building front entrance into the light-rainy night. The man gave him fifty dollars to go have some fun. Billy rubs his sore behind under his tight-jeans and heads toward a bar he sees to get a beer. His boots click. He’s very relaxed.

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