Never Too Old For A Spanking

I've actually gotten 2 disciplinary spankings since I moved out from my parents' house when I was 18. The 1st one was 3 1/2 years ago. and the other was a little over 2 years ago. I told my neighbor about it, who I didn't know at the time I met him was into spanking. We ended up at his place one night and had a long talk, and I mentioned that my mom had spanked me when I was growing up and I wished I had someone who would spank me now. He told me if I ever felt like I needed that, to call him and he would be glad to give me the spankings I needed.

I had called him on the phone one night, asking was he gonna be around the next day. I told him I felt like I needed a good spanking, and explained the reason why. I also told him I felt like he should take me over his knee and spank my bare bottom with his hand. He told me to come to his house the next day about 1230, and we would talk then. I slept pretty well that night, considering I knew what was in store for me the next day. I went over to my neighbor's house the next day, and he let me in. He told me to sit on the couch, then gave me a lecture about my bad habit. He asked me, "Do you feel like you should be spanked for that?" Of course I said yes, because I felt like I could still benefit from a spanking, even at my age. "Come here and get over my knee, I'm going to spank you." I walked over and stood next to him, and he told me to get my pants down. After I bared my bottom and lay over his knee, he took his hand and rested it on my bottom, telling me I wouldn't be late anymore when he got through with me. He proceeded to give me a thorough handspanking on my bare bottom. It hurt a lot and my bottom was sore for a good hour afterwards. After my spanking he hugged me and told me he hoped he wouldn't have to spank me for a while. I left his house and went back to my place, right next door. I went to my bedroom, laid down on my bed, and had a good cry, all the while rubbing my sore bottom.

My 2nd disciplinary spanking came about a year and a half later. I had spent way too much on my credit card for probably the last 6 months, and had tried everything I knew how to do to break that habit. Well I finally admitted to myself that I needed a spanking, because spankings seemed to be the only thing that worked. I discussed this with my neighbor, and he agreed to give me a spanking. Later that morning, after I had gotten back from running a couple of errands, I met him at his place. He let me in, told me to sit down on the couch, and asked what I had done this time. I told him about my spending habits, and running up my credit card bill again. He agreed that I needed a spanking, but didn't think his hand would do the job, so he tells me he's going to use his paddle. He went over to the hall closet, opened it, reached in, and brought out his paddle. It was about 16 inches long, 4 inches wide, and about 1/2 to 3/4 inch thick. I started to get nervous, since I hadn't been spanked with a paddle since college, when my boyfriend decided to test his frat paddle on my bottom!! Either way, I had a feeling that I was gonna be sore. Sure enough, the next words I hear are "stand up" followed by being told to come over to his desk. Once over there, he says "I want you to bend over and put your hands on the desk." I did as instructed, bending over and resting my forearms on the desk. I felt the paddle being placed on my bottom, and could hear the rustling noise against the seat of my jeans before being told I was gonna get 5 licks. Next thing I know, SPANK!!!! The first swat landed on my denim clad bottom and not only made a loud noise, but set my bottom on fire!! About 5 seconds later, SPANK!!!!! I got another hard swat. Five or so seconds later, SPANK!!!!! I screamed after the 3rd lick landed, and almost started to cry. Another 5 seconds passed before SPANK!!!!! the 4th lick lands. I had tears in my eyes then and knew I still had 1 swat to go. Another 5 seconds passed before SSSSPPPPAAANKKK!!!! The fifth and final swat landed and it was the hardest swat of all. I stood up, my hands flew to my spanked bottom, and I rubbed furiously while crying like a 2 year old.

My neighbor puts his paddle back in its place and then turns to me. He says something about me not spending that much money again anytime soon, and if he has to spank me for that  again, its gonna be worse. Then he tells me I can go.

I wish he still lived next to me, but unfortunately had to move when he got transferred with his job. He had worked at home before, but wasn't gonna be able to do that at his new location. I almost asked him to spank me one last time for everything he didn't know that I had done, but knew how hard he spanked!!!