When I was an 18 year old freshman in college I met a 42 year old man who showed plainly that he was interested. He liked them young and he liked them chubby. I came right out and asked him if he wanted to fuck me and he said yes. He took me to his house and by the time he got the door closed I was getting naked. It was 1977 and chubby boys who wanted to be buttfucked weren't easy to find in a rural area and I was a chubby boy who wanted to be buttfucked, so we started doing it regularly. Not long after that I saw my first spanking porn. Next time I went to Ted's house I took the porn with me and showed it to him.

"You like this stuff?"

"Yes."

"So, do you want me to spank your bare butt?"

"OH, HELL YES!"

Right over his knee. After all, I'd already started calling him Uncle Ted. And it turned out my new uncle liked beating by fat ass as much as I loved having him beat me. He was perfect for the job, 6'5: with enormous hands to match my wide butt cheeks. And he wasn't afraid to whack me hard. I told him every detail of how I got spanked growing up and that he was the first man who spanked me. (My boy cousins didn't count.) Through four years of college he beat my bare ass at least twice a week. More when he decided I needed a real punishment spanking for being such a wussy fat nerd. Uncle Ted gave me my first paddling and my first whipping. He also matched my wanting it to be as humiliating as possible. For one thing, Uncle Ted's house was in the country so if he wanted to haul me naked out to the garage for a whipping it was no problem. Spank me naked on the steps of his front porch. No problem. Make me walk around outside naked. No problem. I loved it. He even took me for naked rides and way out in the country made me run naked down the road for a couple miles while he followed in the car. Uncle Ted was a wild dream come true and I was his willing and enthusiastic naked chubby obedient butt boy.