great time, can tell you that."

And then his phone rang.

The party was fine, it all worked out. His wife was in her late 40's, pretty, but old. She had big, fake tits that she showed off, though her legs and ass were very fine. But all I could think of was her husband, with a paddle in his hand spanking my naked ass.

He called me in the next day, right at 5:00. "Everything go okay?" I nodded. "Well, my wife didn't think so." He glared at me. "In fact, she told me you tried to feel her tits, is that true?" I denied it, but it was clear he didn't believe me. "She said you tried to grope her at the party, and in the car. Now, what the hell is that all about?"

I had no idea what to say. He had stood, come over to me. He was huge, big, threatening. "Look," he said menacingly, you had better tell me the truth or your ass is out of this place, understand?" I denied it again, but he was having none of it. He grabbed my arm, and I was scared as hell. I felt like peeing I was so scared.

"Look, you little shit. You have two choices right now. One, I fire your punk ass." He stopped, and I begged him not to. I really did need the job. "Or two, those paddles get used on your punk ass."

For a moment I had no idea what he was talking about, but then he had one of the paddles in his hand. "Understand?" And I did. And I almost fainted. Not from fear, oh no, but from desire. My face got flushed, and I felt faint. My knees went rubbery. I know I almost fell, but he caught me. And in the same motion he yanked my pants down, I was wearing no underwear. "Ah, you like to go natural, eh?"

I was still standing, he was holding me up. I wriggled, he thought I was trying to tear away, and WHAP, he hit my ass. I yelped, I couldn't help myself. He laughed, and WHAP, he hit me again. He forced me over his couch, my naked ass sticking in the air, and he went at me. He hit me five more times, hard as hell. Then he stopped. I turned around. He was standing about three feet from me, looking at my, what I am sure, was bright red ass.

"Okay, you've had your punishment. No more of that shit, okay?" I said nothing. I just stood and turned around. I was bone hard. He stared at my cock. I had very little, almost no hair on my crotch. My testicles were drawn up against the base of my shaft. My penis was not big, on the small side actually, probably 5 inches or so.

"You didn’t try to fondle my wife's tits, did you?" He said with dawning understanding. I shook my head. "She lied, didn't she?" I nodded. He seemed at a loss for words, his anger had gone.

"But," he began, then stopped, then started again, "but you didn't mind the paddle, did you." I shook my