When I was eleven, I still had a babysitter. I resented it terribly, I felt so ashamed. I thought I was too old for a sitter. I would get revenge by making it really difficult for her to get me to bed I would play my music, watch videos, anything. She would tell me to shut it down and put out the light, and I would, and as soon as she left, I would start all over.
One night, it was a Saturday, the sitter, Della, had had enough. She sat with me and gave me a long lecture, and then said I would be very sorry if I did not do as she said. She did not scare me. Nobody forced me to do anything. As soon as she left, I cut loose again.
Della came in. I must say that she was, I think, 16. I was lying on the bed, and she sat down on it, and patted the bed next to her. I sat beside her, ready for another tedious lecture.
“I warned you,” she said. She looked pretty nervous, trembling. Then she seemed to pull herself together. She parted her legs, and patted her left knee.
“Come on,” she said, ” over my knee.”
“What for?”
“Get over my knee!” And she pulled me across her knee, and I felt her right leg trap my legs. And then I felt my bottom being bared. I remember just freezing. This was terrifying. I had never felt corporal discipline before, but, I just knew that was what was coming.
There was a loud smacking sound, and i felt her hand sting my bottom. I remember gasping, and going rigid. Then she gave me my first ever spanking. The smacks sounded so loud, and i heard myself begin to cry out. In a very short time, I was writhing and jerking, trying to get away from the pain.
It did not last long, and she stood me up facing her. I remember her eyes were glistening, and she was breathing heavily. I stood clutching my sore, and very red bottom.
She giggled, staring. I followed her eyes, and saw that I was erect. At almost the same moment, I felt it. Big time. My p**** was aching.
She told me to get dressed, that is, pull my pajama bottom up. I pulled it most of the way, but i could not bear to touch my p****. I stood, helpless.
I don’t think she understood my condition, or at least the extent of it. Because she sighed, reached out, meaning to push my p**** against me as she drew up the bottoms.
I ejaculated, howling.
Della stood there, wide-eyed, as my s**** pulsed into her palm. She looked at her hand.
“Ewwww! that is disgusting!” she said.
I was too embarrassed to tell anyone what had happened that night.