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It's my 10 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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It's my 10 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

#10 year tumblrversary #tumblr milestone

Mr Bennett (not his real name) was an older guy I met while going to college. I met him at the church that I went to. I was at the supermarket and he was in front of me at the deli counter. He followed me through the store and asked me if I wanted to go for coffee. I said that I needed to put my cold stuff away, but would meet with him later in the morning.

We met for coffee and he asked me if I was ever spanked as a child. I told him about how I was raised with the paddle. He said “You need to go over my knee for a good, hard spanking. I looked at him and said “Just a spanking? Nothing else?” He said “I just want to spank you, that’s all.” I agreed and off we went to his place.

Once inside his house, he ordered me to drop my shorts and get over his knee. He sat down on the couch and he made me stand in front of him for a sermon about my behavior. He pulled down my underwear and pulled me over his knee. He wasn’t gentle when spanking me, which was a good thing. At first, I was just lying over his knee taking it. Eventually, my toes were curling as my ass started to redden. Soon my legs started to kick. I was starting to cry out and begging for him to stop. He kept slapping my ass real hard. I was surprised that he had so much energy and that his hand wasn’t really sore. He soon reduced me to tears. After what seemed like a 10 minute spanking, he ordered me to get up. I was going to pull up my shorts, but he said that he was not done with me. “Go stand in the corner with your hands above your head.”

I stood there crying and whimpering for 20 minutes. He finally came over and grabbed me by the back of the neck and led me back to his couch. He sat down and pulled me over his knee in the other direction, so he could work my ass over with his left hand. As sore as I was, it took just a few slaps to get me crying again. He slapped my ass roughly once a second. He slowed down the pace to admonish me about how bad I was. I was begging and bucking pretty good. He just kept on spanking me. Finally, after another 5 minutes of slapping my ass, he told me to get up and get dressed. He let me calm down for a while, but I am sure that my eyes told the whole story of my spanking. I eventually left.

While I was in college, I visited him once a month for a good spanking. I came to love his hands. They knew what every bad boy needs desperately.

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There are lots of young men out there that an older man to be direct with them like in this story! Repost if you agree.