I haven't been able to stop thinking about the whupping I received from Ferguson, or Anthony, I guess I can call him. I love submitting to him. Each time I go to his place for a belting, he's prepared some new surprise for me. I get hard with the anticipation every time we plan a meet up. The scene at my warehouse was no different.
Some background... I had been compelled for the past several months to find a friend who would give my ass a good hiding. Growing up, my uncle, my mom's brother, would tan my ass regularly. For no reason most of the time. Maybe I came home later from school than he expected. I got the belt. Maybe I didn't wash his truck just like he wanted it. I got the belt.
All I heard was, "Jacob, in the shop," my uncle would bellow. My mom and I moved in with my uncle after my parents split up. I was eighteen going on nineteen at the time. You'd think I was too old for a spanking. But my uncle was a big intimidating man, and he ruled the house with an iron fist and a heavy belt. My uncle tinkered with all kinds of things... old TVs and radios, any old kitchen appliance, he sometimes also reupholstered furniture. So his shop was filled with all kinds of tools, straps, tables with vices attached, and other junk. When he ordered me to "get in the shop," I knew he meant business.
In the shop, uncle would order me, "Get those pants down, boy!" I'd loosen my belt and shove my pants down past my knees.
"Turn around now and lean over the work table," uncle would bark. I would hear him approaching from behind and hear him remove a strap from a hook on the wall. He'd haul back and swat me a couple of times with the strap across my butt. The swats were usually pretty light in the beginning, but I always knew they would hurt later. Then uncle would grab my underwear, my tighty whities, and R-I-P, he'd split my underwear in half, leaving them to hang by the waistband from my hips exposing my ass.
Then the lashing would really begin. It hurt like hell. He never counted the swats, it was more about how much time he spent spanking me. Ten minutes, twenty, and how much damage he could do during that time. As he spanked me, he'd be preaching at me, "Next time I tell you to wash the truck, I want it done right." Or "I've never seen a lazier boy. I expect more from you. You need to be taught a lesson," and stuff like that. At the end of the spanking, while I was sobbing, my ass smarting like hell, he would come up behind me and finger my hole. He never used any lube or anything, just massage a bit around my hole then shove! Finger in hole. That made the pain from the belting even worse.
After each whupping, uncle would simply walk out of the shed, leaving me there to dry my tears and pull myself back together. I'd go back to my room and lie on my stomach because my ass was so sore. My mom would often slip into my room quietly, without saying a word, and leave a bottle of lotion on my dresser. Later, before going to sleep, I would massage the lotion into my butt cheeks. It would help ease the pain a little, but I always felt the burn throughout the next day at school. It was a challenge to be able to sit at my desk and pay attention without squirming, shifting from cheek to cheek in my chair when I got uncomfortable.
After I grew up, went to college, got married, and had my own kids, I still never forgot the whuppings my uncle gave me. As an adult, I often fantasized about getting a strapping from a man. It was a compulsion I couldn't shake. I had this yearning to be dominated and humiliated. I can't explain it. I was beginning to think I'd never get to satisfy that itch.
I was built pretty well. The years I had spent playing soccer in junior high and high school had given me strong quads and a firm butt. I was at the gym at least three times a week, mostly working out on the elipticals, but also lifting weights to form muscular arms, shoulders, and pecs. I'm pretty hairy, but I keep my pubes shaved, as well as my cock and balls. As a Hispanic man, I have a nice caramel-colored skin. I think I'm not bad looking. I often catch people at the gym eyeing me, women and men.
Then I met Anthony. Anthony was HOT! He was a good-looking man, mid-forties, close cropped brown hair, blue eyes, about 5' 10" and maybe 180, nicely muscled. I often ran into him at the gym. One day I spotted him in the showers. That's when I discovered he also had an awesome dick, at least 7 and a half inches, maybe more.
That day I had intentionally left my shower curtain open. Anthony was in a shower stall across the corridor diagonally opposite from mine. His shower curtain was open slightly, just enough for me to see his back, ass, and legs. And if he turned his back to the shower, I could catch a glimpse of his dick. I couldn't tell if he could see me or not. But it didn't matter, I decided to give him a show anyway. So as I soaped up, I turned full front to the shower door, soaped up my cock and balls really well, then turned and lathered my ass, pulling my cheeks apart exposing my hole. If Anthony was watching--of course, at this point I didn't know his name yet--he got a show. One of the best shows I could give.
Later, in the locker room as I was getting dressed, I caught Anthony staring at me. So I walked over and introduced myself. Long story short, we exchanged numbers, and for the past year, I've been going to his house to hook up. Anthony is a great lover. A good kisser. And he pounds my ass like a motherfucker. He also gives good blowjobs. He loves toying with my foreskin with his lips--pulling it, sucking it, while stretching my balls down. We meet up about every two weeks or so, early mornings, before I go out to a job site to meet my crew. I own a small construction company. We lay flooring, tile, things like that.
I finally got up the courage to ask Anthony to spank me. I told him the story of my uncle and how I wanted to feel dominated and humiliated. To my surprise he was game. Though he was tentative at first, he soon got into it. I think my submitting to him gets him horny. He spanks me with his hand over his knee at first, then switches to using a wooden spoon. The spoon hurts like hell. Then he has me get on all fours on his bed, sometimes he has me wear a blindfolded, and he lays on the lashes with a belt, forty or fifty. In between sets of ten or twenty lashes, he takes a breather and has me turn around to face him and I suck his cock.
He strokes the back of my head and tells me, "That's a good boy. Yeah, suck my cock." Then after the final lashes, he asks, "Want me to fuck you?" Of course I always say yes. Then Anthony penetrates me with his awesome cock. His thrusts start off slow and gentle, but then he speeds it up and his thrusts get a little rougher. He likes to reach under me and stroke my cock while he fucks me. "You like this? You like daddy's cock in your ass?" he says. Sometimes he finishes in my ass, sometimes he pulls out and shoots his cum on my face. After fucking we make out, sometimes we take a little nap, then hit the shower. I get dressed and head out to my job site, my crew none the wiser.
I've grown to love my spank and fuck sessions with Anthony. I relish his awesome cock. It's the perfect length and thickness. As I suck him, I imagine his cock pounding my ass. When Anthony is spanking me, I'm thrown back to my teen years living with my uncle. I have the same feeling of humiliation, being forced to submit to another man's domination, taking orders and answering 'Yes sir,' and counting out the lashes of the belt. Anthony plays the dom role well. And the fucking... well, with my ass cheeks burning, the fucking sends me over the moon. I stay hard the rest of the day while working. I love feeling my ass burning as I'm out giving orders to my crew.
After several spanking meet ups, I thought it might be fun to ask Anthony to meet me at my warehouse. I keep a couple of old vehicles there and have a desk there where I do the paperwork for my construction jobs. The place is a mess--full of old tires, tools, discarded exhaust pipes, boxes of left over tile and flooring. I really oughtta clean it up. I share the place with another guy. But he's rarely there.
So one Saturday afternoon, while I was in the warehouse finishing up some paperwork. I got the urge for a spanking. I sent Anthony a text, "Are you free today? Want to meet me at my warehouse and spank me?"
A moment later, Anthony responded, "Is it safe? No one's going to walk in on us are they? Like your wife?"
"Yeah it's safe," I answered. "Only one other guy has a key and he's never here. And no, my wife won't be coming around. She hates the place."
I've been married for twenty-two years. My wife was so occupied with our young grandchildren, she didn't pay any attention to what I was up to. We still have sex, though not very often, and I love her. But she can't give me everything that I need. I asked her to spank me once, but she was totally weirded out, refused, and told me she never wanted to hear about that from me again. And that's the way we left it. We pretty much live separate lives, though I'm always there to fix things, help around the house, all the normal things of married life.
"How do you see it playing out?" Anthony asked.
"Lean me over the hood or the tailgate of my truck, yank my shorts down, and spank me with your hand or belt. After that I can suck you off or you can fuck me," I replied, eager with anticipation. Just writing this text got my cock to start stiffening.
"What time?" Anthony asked.
