A Painful Lesson from Mr. Harris

In 1965 I was eighteen years old and had just graduated from high school and would be attending a college in the fall.  I told my parents I wanted to move in with my friend Clark who is already attending our community college.  My parents had no problem with this arrangement and felt that it was a good idea for me to start gradually transitioning to independent living, but also assured me that they didn't work out I could return home.

It was during this time of freedom that I came up with the brilliant idea that it would be fun to walk around the neighborhood after dark wearing only a sweatshirt, athletic socks, sneakers, and no pants. 

I was walking down a gravel road that bordered on woods behind the houses in the neighborhood. I heard the sound of a car and saw its headlights turning onto the road behind me. I dropped face down behind some bushes on the side of the road facing away from the car, waiting for it to drive past. Then two very scary things happened. It stopped about 10 feet behind me. 

That's when I heard a man walking up to the car and the two men started talking about their pending fishing trip. I could see that the headlights were shining through the bushes. I didn't know if I was visible, but they were so close I didn't dare move a muscle.

My panic level was off the scale. I was shaking in fear and I felt an adrenaline surge. That's when I experienced an explosive and mind-shattering orgasm.  My whole body was shuttering and I could barely contain myself from crying out. But the ordeal wasn't over. 

They went on talking. I was still shaking in fear while my cock continued to pulsate, pumping out the last bit of semen onto the ground beneath me. There I was, still in peril of being caught, lying in a puddle of warm cum still feeling the effects of the orgasm. 

Finally, their conversation ended and the car drove off. I remained there for several minutes trying to process what had transpired. I also knew I wanted to experience the feeling and excitement again and again. I went out again the next night.

I saw a house with a porch light on in the backyard. No one had fences and being a sprinter on the track team I knew I could probably escape if someone saw me and came out. I would then lay face down on the grass in the area illuminated by the porch light. I would face away from the house so I would not know whether or not anyone in the house was looking out into the backyard.

Back then no one had a/c so windows were open and I could often hear people talking. While doing so I would immediately start experiencing strong feelings of fear and anxiety. The risk of being seen and being caught was exciting. I knew full well the longer I remained there the greater the risk of discovery. Usually, within few minutes the tension became so intense that I would spontaneously ejaculate.

I forced myself to remain in position until my orgasm was completed and then would make a quick exit from the yard. After a period of escalating exposure play, I found that my spontaneous ejaculations were becoming increasingly intense. 

 My fear play had become addictive and I began taking greater risks which caused me to feel even more fear. Eventually, my luck ran out. 

I was face down in a backyard really getting into my fear play when someone grabbed my arm and yanked me to my feet. The adrenaline rush I felt the first was nothing compared to this time. I felt like I was going to pass out but then was hit with a full flight response but I could not escape the iron grip on my arm. 

I got caught by Mr. Harris, a man who knew who I was. Even worse, Mr. Harris worked at the sheriff’s office and knew my parents. 

He yelled at me, "What the fuck are doing?" When I struggled to get away, he gave me several very hard slaps on my bare butt and pulled me into his house. I was terrified.

There I was in his kitchen and he was still holding my arm, my butt was stinging from the slaps and my cock was still hard.  He said, " I want to know what you were doing." 

All I could say was, " I don't know. 

He said, "Bullshit, do you think I'm stupid? I know what you were doing but I want to hear it from you. Start talking." Seeing no other option, I told him the truth. He shook his head and said, "That's pretty fucked up, I think I need to take you to jail and call your parents.” I was terrified at this prospect and tearfully pleaded with him not to do this. 

All I could think about was how horrible it would be to be taken to jail with no pants on and the total humiliation for my parents to be called to pick me up when I was naked below the waist. 

I pleaded with Mr. Harris. I kept telling him I was sorry and I was just having some fun. Mr. Harris told me behavior has consequences and there was a price to pay for misbehavior. He told me I needed to learn a lesson I wouldn’t forget.

He eventually relented. Mr. Harris said, "I don't want to see you end up with a criminal record nor do I want to compromise your relationship with your parents.  You're legally an adult, but you did something very childish.  So, I'm going to leave it up to you.  You can go to jail or you can consent to a get punishment from me."

I asked what he meant by punishment. Mr. Harris told me if I agreed I would get the worst spanking of my life. 

In an attempt to avoid being spanked I told him my parents never spanked me other than a couple of quick slaps on the seat of my pants when I was little. He said, "Well then you are long overdue, and I'm going to make up for their mistake." 

Mr. Harris went on, "Here's the deal. Once you consent you will not fight me and will cooperate fully with your punishment. It will be painful and it will also include sexual humiliation. You are free to stop it at any time. Just say I want to go to jail and it ends. It's your choice.” Reluctantly I accepted his terms. 

Mr. Harris said, "Since you are consenting let's make it official."  He wrote out an agreement that as an adult I was consenting to corporal punishment and sexual humiliation.  I signed the document.

I didn't realize until several years later that his offer to have me arrested was likely based not so much on compassion for my plight, but motivated by the slaps he had administered to my bare butt in his backyard and the prospect of giving me even more.

Mr. Harris was presented with the unique opportunity of catching a teenage boy in his yard nude below the waist. The opportunity to spank me was too good for him to pass up. Back then I was relieved I would not have to face my parents. Later I was thankful I was able to avoid having a criminal record that would follow me for the rest of my life.

While the prospect of being spanked by Mr. Harris was frightening secretly, I also found the prospect exciting. 

A few months earlier, in gym class, I noticed that my best friend, who was also eighteen, had a seriously bruised butt. I asked him what happened and he told me he had got caught shoplifting and when he got home his father made him take off his pants and paddled his bare butt while his mother watched. 

He told me how embarrassed he was because he got an erection in front of his mother. I found this fascinating and curiously arousing. I started having fantasies about going through the same experience. 

Mr. Harris was a bachelor I figured he would be in no hurry to finish. It ws going to be a long night for me. 

Not fully grown I was only 5'5" and weighed all of 110 pounds.  In contrast, Mr. Harris was probably in his 40s and was a big muscular guy who towered over me and outweighed me by a hundred pounds or more. 

He followed me down the steps to his basement probably savoring his red handprints on my butt, knowing there would be many more to come. 

He had had a woodworking shop in his basement. To my dismay, I scanned the room and saw stacks of boards, a literal “trip to the woodshed.”

Mr. Harris sat down on a wooden bench and had me stand in front of him. He pulled me forward making me straddle his left knee and then pulled me over and situated me in such a way that my head and shoulders were facing behind him.

He held me down with his left arm. Using his right leg, he spread my legs wide apart completely exposing my genitals to his view. I was overwhelmed by feelings of humiliation, vulnerability, helplessness, and fear.

Like almost every other 18-year-old I saw myself as a grown-up. I would soon be on my way to college. But over Mr. Harris’ knee all, I was nothing more than a naughty little boy. Despite myself, I whimpered, “I don’t want to be spanked.”

Asking, “Do you want to go to jail?’ shut me up.

He then proceeded to launch into a lengthy lecture about how inappropriate my behavior was and all the time while doing this he was rubbing my butt with his hand. This caused my recently developed spanking fantasies to emerge full-blown, punctuated by an erection. 

My state of arousal did not go unnoticed by Mr. Harris remarked,``It seems like you like the idea of being spanked." 

I said, “No, I don’t.”

Mr. Harris laughed, "Your mouth says no but your little dick says yes." He told me spankings should never be hurried and he slowly started to spank my young bare butt. He was a man who spent his entire life working with his hands which were as hard as the wood that he worked with.

 While I was in this humiliating position reality set in. I'm not a little boy. But I'm being spanked like one. My recent spanking fantasies were fun but being spanked for real by Mr. Harris hurt like Hell. My butt was stinging and burning. But at the same time, I was beginning to feel an intense level of sexual arousal, not unlike what I experienced when engaging in exposure play. 

When he said spankings should not be rushed, he meant it. He would slap my butt, then rub it, slap and rub, again and again. Right cheek, left cheek, up and down, a slow methodical pattern, leaving me gasping in pain.

Mr. Harris stopped spanking for a while but kept rubbing and squeezing my now burning butt cheeks. He said, "We're getting some nice color and heat on that little butt.”

He then reached down and put his hand on the head of my cock and that's when I realized there was a prodigious amount of pre-cum dripping out of me. He put his hand back on my butt and spread my cheeks apart and rubbed my own pre-cum on my anus. I was shocked and my body stiffened and shuddered at his touch. An involuntary moan came out of my mouth.

Mr. Harris resumed his lecture and the spanking. This time he told me that because what I had been doing was illegal, I could be sent to prison. He said, "Being a nice-looking, small white young boy, prison is not a place you want to be." He then asked me, "Do you know what I'm talking about?" 

Having seen movies about prison I said, “Yeah, guys get beat up.” Mr. Harris laughed and I couldn’t understand what was funny about someone getting beat up. He said I clearly needed some education on the correctional system.

The spanking went on and on which soon reduced me to uncontrollable crying like a little boy. Given the slow and methodical pace coupled with my stinging, burning butt it was more than I could handle. 

I lost total control, pleading, “Please I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”

My pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears. I was getting no sympathy from Mr. Harris.  By this time, I had quit struggling and I was lying limply over his lap, quietly sobbing. There was nothing in my world except the spanking. I thought it would never end.

Much to my relief he suddenly stopped. He pulled me up and made me stand before him. I immediately grabbed my butt and started rubbing, it because it hurt so bad. I noticed I had an erection. 

Mr. Harris ordered me to put my hands on my head. He reached out and took my cock in his hand and said, "I knew you like getting spanked,” to which I had no reply. He said, ‘Stay right where you are and I don’t want to hear a word out of your mouth.”

He made me maintain eye contact which was terribly uncomfortable given that I was still erect. He didn’t say a word. My butt hurt so bad that I was involuntarily wiggling it around, causing my cock and balls to bounce around. This went on for a good 5 minutes or more, but it seemed like an eternity. At least my spanking was over.

Then put his hand on my arm and said, "Okay it's paddle time." I felt my heart drop when he said those words, and when I started to plead with him, he reminded me of our deal and the consequences of resistance. My mind was reeling in panic. After what I had been through, I couldn’t stand a paddling too but I had no option.

He led me over to his workbench and made me bend over it while he searched through his supply of boards to find a suitable implement. He came back with one and told me that it was fairly lightweight so it wouldn't cause serious bruises but it would sting and burn beyond belief. That wasn't much consolation to me. 

He told me I would be getting ten swats and he expected me to cooperate fully. He also said, “If you get out of position I’ll start over.”

Mr. Harris rubbed the board against my butt and then took it away. Then without warning a swat landed on my butt that sounded like a gunshot. I let out a scream, kicked my legs, and thrashed. I was immediately reduced to tears. 

After about 30 seconds, when I'd settled down a bit, a second swat landed which was even more intense than the first. This evoked even more strident screams on my part and more thrashing about. On the third swat I jumped up a grabbed my butt, whimpering, “No more please, I can’t take it.”

Mr. Harris said, “Well now we start over unless you want to go to jail.”

Bending back over back over was probably the hardest thing I ever voluntarily had to do. I was shaking, I realized that I had ten more to go, What, if I couldn’t handle it and got up again?

He then fired off three very hard swats in about 3 seconds, This, sent me over the edge into pure hysteria. I was blubbering in pain. The sting was horrible but it dissipated rather quickly. In contrast, the burning became only became worse and didn’t abate. My butt was on fire. Again, I got out of position, I was now back to facing the original ten.

Perhaps it was because my butt was becoming numb or because Mr. Harris lightened up, or both but the remaining swats while still quite painful did not seem quite as bad. I made it through, it was over or so I thought.

Mr. Harris told me to stay right where I was and went into a bathroom that was in the basement. He emerged a minute later and set a bottle of hand lotion on the workbench. I thought he was going to put it on my butt to ease the pain. I was wrong.

He said, “When I said prison wasn’t a place a young boy like you would want to be I wasn’t talking about getting beat up. Yes, that can happen but mainly you would have cocks in your mouth and up your butt every day. That is exactly want’s to going to happen now. You are going to suck my cock and then take it in your butt.”

I had read about such acts but had never done either one. I found that I was frightened and curious about what it would be like at the same time.

Mr. Harris handed me the document I had signed earlier and on it, there was an addendum that said I was also consenting to oral anal sex.  He informed me that I was in no way compelled to agree and reminded me that all I had to do was say, "I want to go to jail" and the punishment session would end.

I quickly concluded that after all, I had endured I wasn’t about to go to jail and have to face my parents. Besides by now, I was more curious than frightened. I signed the document again.

Mr. Harris lubed up his fingers and inserted one up my butt working it in and out. He said, “You’re really tight, it’s going to take some time to loosen you up.” Then he inserted a second finger. I couldn’t believe he was doing that to me. I was embarrassed. . But it was a pleasant change from the paddle. What Mr. Harris was doing felt good.  I'd stopped crying and I started moaning, the sensation was so intense. I wondered what his cock would feel like.

I was told to stand up and face Mr. Harris.  My dick was sticking straight out and was wet with pre-cum.  He rubbed the head and I almost felt like my legs were going to collapse.  

He then told me to get on my knees.  He pulled his cock out and it was already hard.  He instructed me to take it into my mouth.  I thought it would taste bad but it didn't, only a little salty.  It felt strange in my mouth. While he was very hard the skin was soft. I didn’t like sucking his cock but I did as I was told.

After a while, he pulled me up and bent me over the worktable.  I felt the head of his cock pressing against my anus.  He said, "It might hurt a bit at first but I'm going to go slow. 

The pressure increased and I felt it slip by my sphincter.  I said, "It hurts please take it out, it's too big."  He pulled it out and then gently put it back in.  He repeated this process until the pain abated.  

When he finally pushed it to the full length I briefly convulsed, my head jerked up, my eyes went wide in my mouth opened saying, "Oh God!"  I couldn't believe how good it felt.  It was as if I were in another world.  

I lost track of time and place.  I could feel my balls tightening and the approaching orgasm.  I explosively ejaculated, crying out and shuttering at the same time.  Mr. Harris continued to fuck me and the sensation was even more intense.  

Finally, I felt his body stiffen, his cock pulsate inside me when his orgasm occurred.  He remained in me for a period of time and pulled me upright.  When I turned to face him I realized I had semen dripping out of me, front and rear.  After cleaning both of us up he went back upstairs to his kitchen.  

My butt was very sore and burning and I was very confused, Mr. Harris asked if I learned anything. I said, “Yes, don’t go outside bare.”  

He said, "Please do not go running around outside with no pants on.  It's a really stupid thing to do and it can get you into big trouble. I’m not talking just about the law. You could easily end up being kidnapped, raped, or even murdered if the wrong man catches you."  

I was quiet and Mr. Harris remarked, “You have something on your mind, sit down and tell me.”

I said, “I can’t sit down, my butt hurts too much.” He just nodded and smiled.

It was difficult but I asked, “I don’t understand. When you were in me it felt good. I liked it. Does that mean I’m queer?”

Mr.Harris, smiled warmly, “ No, that doesn’t mean you’re a homosexual. Your body was simply responding to a pleasurable sensation caused by a sexual act.

Do you have a girlfriend?” I nodded yes. “Does she play with your penis and if so does it make you hard? Again,  I nodded yes. “When I touched your penis it made you hard. It’s the same principle.” 

I hesitated and asked, “Are you a homosexual? You wanted me to suck your cock and you fucked me.”

Mr. Harris said,’ It’s a little complicated. I like women but the idea of sexually using a young man like yourself has a certain appeal. The appeal is sexual domination and power. Do you understand?” I shook my head no.

” I work in a jail. It happens there and in prisons. Throughout history, conquered warriors were often sexually used by the victors. Male slaves were sometimes sexually used by their owners. It’s all about domination, humiliation, and who is in control.”

Still confused, “I didn’t have it let you do it. Does that mean I wanted you to fuck me?”

Mr.Harris laughed, “I don’t know maybe you were curious. I think most men at one time or another wonder what it would be like to get butt fucked. I know I did.’

“You also need to remember that submitting sexually is often a way to avoid worse things from happening. In prison, a man submits and avoids getting beat up. Those ancient warriors probably had a choice, submission or execution.” 

“In your case, you chose punishment and sexual submission over having a criminal record involving a sexual crime and the shame of having your parents learn of sexual play. I think it was a wise choice and so much better if you happened to enjoy it.”

I asked,” Did you like spanking me, sucking your dick, and fucking me?”

His answer was simple and straightforward, “Yes I enjoyed every minute of it.’

The last question I asked was, “What if I wanted you to fuck me again. Would you?”

Mr. Harris sat back and pondered his response. He said, “As appealing as that would be the answer is no. I don’t think that would be a wise thing to do for either of us. Now go home. You are young and have plenty of time to decide where your sexual interests lie.”

I considered his words. I did learn one thing from my evening with Mr. Harris.  I enjoyed being spanked and sexually used by a dominant man.