In 1964 I was living in a small town in Illinois. My parents were in Florida for a few weeks setting up a business and finding a house so we could move. I was two months from finishing the eleventh grade. Being seventeen, they felt comfortable leaving me alone because my grandparents lived nearby if I needed anything.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 T-shirt and sneakers, I was walking down a gravel road that bordered on woods behind the houses in our 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 ten 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 involuntarily shaking in fear and I felt an adrenaline surge. That’s when I experienced an explosive and mind-shattering orgasm. My whole body was shuddering and I could barely contain myself for crying out. My ordeal wasn’t over. They were still there 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 bahis siteleri 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 that 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 easily escape if someone saw me and came out. I would then lie 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 risk of discovery.Usually, within three or four 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 more intense. It was 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 canlı bahis siteleri really getting into my fear play, when someone grabbed my arm and yanked me to my feet. The adrenaline rush felt the first time was nothing compared to this time. I felt like I was going to pass out but then was hit with the full flight response but I could not escape the iron grip on my arm. I got caught by Mr. Harris, a neighbor who knew who I was. He yelled at me, “What the fuck are doing?” When I struggled to get away, he gave me a couple of 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 said, “That’s pretty fucked up, I think I need to call the police.” 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 the police station with no pants on and the total humiliation for my grandparents to be called to pick me up when I was naked below the waist.He eventually relented saying that if I agreed, he would give me a break and personally administer punishment for my totally inappropriate behavior. He told me I was going to get the worse spanking of my life. Then I said canlı bahis something I came to regret. I told him my parents didn’t spank me. He said, “Well then you are long overdue, and I’m going to make up for their mistake.’ Mr. Harris then added, “Here’s the deal. You will not fight me and will cooperate fully with your punishment. If you resist I’ll stop and call the cops. It’s your choice.” I accepted his terms. I didn’t realize until much later that his offer to not call the police was likely based not on compassion for my plight but motivated much more by the two slaps that he administered to my bare butt in his backyard. Later in life, I realized when Mr. Harris was presented with the unique opportunity of catching a teenage boy in his yard with no pants on he wanted to spank me. This was likely an opportunity too good to pass up.Secretly, I found the prospect exciting. A few months earlier, in gym class, I noticed that my best friend, who was the same age, 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. I found this fascinating and sexually arousing. I started having fantasies about going through the same experience. I asked Mr. Harris if anyone else was in the house. He told me he was divorced and lived alone.At seventeen, I was five-feet-six-inches and weighed all of one-hundred-and-ten-pounds. In contrast, Mr. Harris was probably in his forties and was a muscular guy who towered over me and outweighed me by a hundred pounds or more. He then took me down to his basement where he had a woodworking shop. To my dismay, I scanned the room and saw stacks of boards, any of which could be employed as a paddle.