Real Spanking - Eric F. - Rollingwood, TX
"I only meant to skip one class that day, but I never showed up to school at all. And that's what got me into so much trouble.
I was smart. So I really didn't have to apply myself in my senior year of high school. There were more important things in life to be stressed out about than a perfect attendance record and a squeaky clean image. It was much more fun watching the next door neighbors move in - especially their muscular son who kept glancing at me a few seconds too long every time he'd emerge from that moving truck.
I know I saw him look at me and grab his crotch - plain as day. And he fuckin' winked at me when he did it! He went back to helping the crew unload the truck and I went back to sticking my hand in my pants! I had to see what this guy was packing and I had zero guilt about ditching school to do it!
I had the house to myself, so I set up shop in our backyard. I started out in a speedo, laying in a lounge chair by the pool. When I couldn't catch his attention, I moved to skinny dipping on a pool raft. I'm not sure he put two and two together because it seemed he was absolutely clueless - too focused to catch on. I was beginning to think he was straight, like that had ever stopped me before.
I propped myself up over the wall to watch him struggle to get a big box up into the house. But I was too focused on the way his sweaty nylon shorts rode up into his ass to recognize that someone had just pulled into our own garage.
I jumped back into the pool before just before my dad came through the garage door, strode onto the pool deck, and looked at me like I couldn't have been genetically related to him at all.
His gaze bore a whole right through me and he asked why I wasn't in school.
I told him it was an at home-study day.
He told me that wasn't what the new neighbors had called to complain about...
He lowered his hands to waist and unbuckled his belt. And that's when I knew there was no escape. I stared at him as he slowly went through the motions - folding the belt over into his right hand and rolling up his shirt sleeve with his left. He told me get my bare ass out of the pool!
The whole neighborhood could've heard what happened next - as he shoved me over the patio table and laid into my wet bare ass with his belt until I was sobbing apologies. The entire moving crew suddenly appeared on the neighbor's upstairs deck and watched the whole thing... every damn lick to my already welted ass.
The following day I officially met my studly new neighbor, James, in his front yard. He looked at me and asked me how my ass felt. Then he winked at me...
I told him to feel it for himself."