Mrs. Brockett, my babysitter had done it to me when I was twelve and had misbehaved. She had made me pull my pants down, bend over her big knees, and had spanked me. She had spanked me hard!

She had told my parents what I had done, and they approved of her punishment even though I complained that a babysitter should not be able to touch me!

But secretly, that night, alone in my room I jerked off thinking of her hand hitting my rubbery ass. Mrs. Brockett had no idea what genie she had let out of the bottle for as she had spanked me, I had hardened. As she had spanked me, I had imagined her fingers going where I fingered myself, where I pushed things up inside me. And then I had imagined she was a man, a man who would do what I desperately wanted.

My secret life was just that, secret. I would spank myself, I had made several paddles for this purpose. I dated, but not seriously. I went to college, got laid by a woman, but it all seemed so much less than what I really needed. I have never gotten very tall, 5'6" and was very slim. Being small was not a benefit in college.

When I graduated, I got a job at an advertising firm. I was 22 and acted as their gopher. I knew I was beginning at the bottom, but there was a chance for me to be promoted, learn the business. The head guy was a big, tough looking man in his early fifties. He looked strong, his hair was partially gray. He was nice to me, or so it seemed, but the stories of his temper ran through the office every day, so I was scared of him.

He called me into his office, I had never been in it before. It was a big, wide open office. He was on the phone and indicated I should wait. I looked around and immediately I saw two big paddles. Both had greek letters on them, and I realized they must be paddles from when this man was in college, fraternity paddles. I began to harden, just at the sight of them.

"Those were the days," he had come up behind me. "See those?" I nodded. "Well, if you were a pledge for our fraternity, those got laid against your ass and I mean hard. Hell, in front of the whole damned fraternity, and you better not make a noise except to say, "Thank you, Sir. May I have another." He stopped, laughed, "and I can tell you, they were always willing to ‘give you another.’”

"It's Jason, right?" I nodded. "Okay, look, I need some help, understand?" I nodded again. "I need you to attend a party with my wife tonight. I can't go." I had no idea what to say. "Oh, don't worry. It's not black tie or anything. It's a very casual fundraiser. All you really need to do is driver her there, and just hang around. Can you do it?"

I nodded. "Good," and with that he gave me the details. As I was leaving he stopped me. "Were you in a frat at college?" I shook my head. He sighed, "too bad. Was a