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ST: Camp Tails - Part 02 (mmfb, spank, sex, public)
The following story is fiction. It contains scenes of teen sex,
domination, spanking and shaving. If such subjects are
offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child)
please leave now. It is recommended that you start with Part 1
which has a full introduction.
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Camp Tails - 02
By
Y. Lee Coyote
September 13, 1999
Hi Lee,
You won't believe what a stupid shithead Joel is.
On Monday, the first day of school, Joel had gym the third
period. It standard here for everyone to have to strip down in
the locker room and then go to the gym for getting a height and
weight check. I can tell you that it was really weird to be in a
school class with everyone but the teach in just their birthday
suits. If I hadn't been to camp I would have had a lot of
trouble with it.
Well, everyone saw that Joel had lost his bush and he became the
center of attention. Ralph (that is Eric's brother) was ready
and watching very closely to see what would happen. At first
Joel was razzed for being hairless. He deserved it for he was
excessively fond of doing that to the less developed guys and
they were getting back at him. Then he lied and claimed that he
had lost a bet and that was the forfeit. Ralph did not think
anyone believed him but neither did he talk about what he knew.
The gym class is split up use the facilities more efficiently.
Joel's group got what he most feared -- swimming for the first
half term. That means that he will be naked the whole gym period
as we swim bare assed. (The school board does not want filtered
pee in the pool.) No way to hide his now hairless pubes.
Tom
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
September 14, 1999
Hi Lee,
By Tuesday morning, there was talk about him all over the school.
You can just imagine how embarrassed he was. (Or should I say
em-barr-pubed?) There were lots of rumors being floated about
what had really happed. Joel is lousy liar.
Late in the afternoon I was at my locker. In my school the
lockers are in rooms (much like for gym) rather than lining the
halls as you see in some movies. Joel stormed into my aisle
which was otherwise empty yelling:
"HOW COULD YOU TELL THAT YOU SHAVED ME?"
"What's the problem?" I asked innocently. And Mr. Loud Mouth
repeats with more detail even louder than the first time:
"HOW COULD YOU TELL THAT YOU SHAVED MY PUBES?"
I was pissed at him (so what else is new) and gave him a piece of
my mind:
"I didn't tell anyone that I shaved your stupid pubes under dad's
orders after he spanked you while you were still crying and with
Eric watching. And as a favor to ME, not you, ME, Eric promised
not to tell either. I even got Ralph to promise on the one
condition that you personally invite him to next Sunday's shaving
by tomorrow noon. But guess what you just did?" He put on his
stupid face; the one that is frayed at the edges from excessive
use. "Have you noticed how quiet it is in here now? At least
twenty dudes must heard you, you yourself, say what happened.
You even yelled twice to be certain that they did. See you at
dinner Mr. Loud Mouth." I slammed my locker shut and walked out
as the laughter rang through the room.
At dinner Loud Mouth was strangely quiet. After dinner he wanted
to talk. He actually _asked_ me for advice. Did I really think
he spilled the beans in the locker room? Will Eric and Ralph
keep their promises to be keep mum about this?
It depends on who heard you making that public proclamation.
You'll find that out in a couple of days. Eric will be silent --
for me -- as long as Ralph is or it becomes public knowledge. I
think that you should invite Ralph nicely, real nicely, to be
here on Sunday. My brother was really squirming and I loved it.
I would say I had him by the short hairs except that he no longer
has any. I got saved by the bell, for Eric called just then to
talk about our homework. Baldy just sat there pouting. I was
using the speaker phone and he suddenly jumped up and yelled to
Eric, asking for Ralph.
As expected, Ralph did not make it easy for him. "What do you
want shit face?"
He had to ignore the insult so he asks: "Tom tells me you and
Eric won't talk if you're here on Sunday?"
"Talk about what?"
Ralph was making him suffer. "How I lost ... my ... pubes."
"What's happening on Sunday that would be of interest to us,
Baldy?"
This was so painful for me that I passed him a note telling him
he had to say it all to satisfy Ralph and he did. "Ralph, please
come over Sunday morning to watch Tom shave my pubes in return
for not talking about it."
"It will be my pleasure, Baldy." laughed Ralph. Eric was laughing
in the background.
Joel ran out to talk a walk. I almost felt sorry for him, but
not quite for he deserved it all. Eric got back on after I told
them Joel has split and asked if he could come too. "Sure,
you're my buddy and we can hang afterwards."
Tom
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
September 19, 1999
Hi Lee,
Right after breakfast on Sunday, dad goes to the garage to back
the car out since he and mom are going out. Although it is
usually a chore left for Joel or me, he takes the garbage out
with him. Three minutes later he back is in the house bellowing
for Joel. The garbage can was full because Joel had not taken it
out for the Saturday morning pickup -- this has long been a
spankable omission. From the top of the stairs, I could hear dad
shredding Joel at the bottom. The pussy boy lamely mumbling:
"Sorry dad; I forgot." did not cut it one little bit. Dad's next
line was ambrosia to my ears:
"Ask your brother to spank you when he shaves you this morning.
Understand?"
"Yes, dad." Joel whispered shamefaced.
"And have him take a picture to prove how red your bottom gets."
"Yes, dad." moaned Joel as mom and dad left. He just sat there
on the steps with his head in his hands realizing that things had
gone from terrible to even worse.
A little later he came upstairs with Eric and Ralph looking very
unhappy but apparently resigned to his fate. "Tom, can we get
this over with?"
"If you want something, just ask." I said gently. I wondered how
long it would take him to realize that I was wanting for him to
do _exactly_ what dad said he had do. But he never does things
the easy way.
"Please...."
"If you want something, just say it, Joel?"
"Please ... please...." Why was he embarrassing himself with
beating about the bush. Everyone knew what was going to happen.
He's such a coward.
"What do you want, Joel?"
"Please ... do what dad said."
"Dad tell us to do a million things; which one did you have in
mind, Joel."
"Please shave my crotch and spank me. Also, take a picture to
prove to dad how red it was."
Finally he managed to say it. Ralph and Eric having a great time
at his expense. "Why does dad want you spanked _this_ time,
Joel."
"Because I forgot to take out garbage yesterday, Tom."
Now I understood the meaning of "A coward dies a thousand times;
a brave man but once." This was too painful so I told him to
strip and went for the shaving stuff myself. I hoped that he
would do it but he was still in his briefs when I returned.
Unbelievable that he would subject himself to this. I sat down
on his bed and called him over. I pulled him over my lap and
twisted his right arm behind his back so that he would stay put
as a naughty little boy should. As I yanked down his briefs,
Eric snapped his first picture. Joel did not realize that Eric
had his camera not mine. He howled and I was glad that I had his
arm twisted. "Why are you getting spanked, _BOY_?".
"Because I forgot to take out the garbage." he whined like a
little baby. I raised my hand and brought it down as hard as I
could on his right check. SLAP! He yelled in pain as Eric took
another picture. This was going to be fun. Certainly my cock
thought so as it stretched along my leg. For years Joel had
bashed me and now I was getting even with the extra pleasure of
having to do it as dad's proxy and with an audience. SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! My hand crashed down on his butt, no, his little
boy's bottom turning it red. I went for the extra sensitive
crease at the bottom where the leg starts. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! And it got to him. Both Eric and Ralph were beaming and
had huge boners. I shifted to the center and gave him a rapid
series and he started to beg me to stop. A few more and the
promises started. And, of course, the water works had opened up
also. He was blubbering like a sissy boy; a broken baby. I
spanked him a bit more to be sure that he would really remember
this first spanking from me.
While he was still feeling broken I got him off of my lap and
onto the towel I had put on the bed. His lower legs were over
the side and I held his hands by his head. Ralph picked up the
shaving cream and squirted it over the stubble that had grown
since last week when I shaved him. Somehow he realized that it
was Ralph and not me that was going to shave him and he tried to
object. "BE STILL, BOY." I commanded, "Dad put me in charge and
this is Ralph's price for silence." He was not in any state to
resist.
Ralph was having a ball playing with Joel's package. I'm sure
that he was pleased that Joel got hard on so that it could be
captured on film while covered with the shaving cream. Of
course, he did not forget what he came for and carefully removed
the ugly stubble leaving Joel's crotch as smooth as a baby's ass.
Ralph suddenly dashed to the bathroom and to get something.
After he wiped Joel off with a towel, he powered him: "A little
tacky-wacky ba-ba pow-dee, for snook-ems." I think Ralph would
have diapered him if he had one. Joel just bawled some more.
Ralph and Eric both split claiming to have things to do. I
picked up my own camera and took a couple pictures of Joel's red
bottom for dad. I couldn't believe what a cowardly wimp my
brother was. What made it worse, is that he loved to dish it out
but could not take it. I'm sure that is the reason they left. I
wish that I did not have to babysit Joel like he was seven rather
than seventeen.
Joel just cuddled up with himself and kept crying. I went up to
the attic and rummaged around until I found it -- mom's a real
pack rat -- and brought it back for Joel. He took his old Teddy
Bear and hugged it tightly. I took another picture for dad.
As I looked at my wimp of a brother, I suddenly imaged how Ralph
and Eric would have done it.
+++++
Ralph would just bound into the room and address Eric like he had
just kissed his ass. "Hey shitface, I shaved myself in the
shower this morning so it's time to spank me for forgetting the
friggin garbage yesterday. Let's get this over, I got things to
do today." Then he would hand Eric his leather belt, drop his
pants and bend over.
Eric would be up to the task and give his brother the eighteen
strokes they has previously agreed was the right number. If Eric
gave him a wimpy one Ralph would not count it and complain that
it was not worth counting, stop being a pussy and do the job
right.
+++++
Joel cried himself to sleep as I did homework. Then I logged on
and found an e-mail from Eric suggesting I look at a great new
web site. The first part of the URL was one of the 'get your own
free web page' and the last was "Baby_joey". I did not like this
and suspected what I would find. Unfortunately, it was full of
the pictures that Eric took this morning. There was a special
button with my "Tom: click here!" so I did. Ralph and Eric had
put in a note that they were not going tell anyone else as long
as Joel is a good boy. If he bothers anyone, particularly the
little kids, then the URL will be posted all over school. I
guess that this will have to wait.
I just hoped that mom and dad get home before Joel wakes up. I
don't know how to handle a baby.
Our folks decided that he was ok enough to go to school in the
morning. I'll send you a report next week.
Tom
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
September 21--23, 1
Hi Lee,
Joel been so passive that the how and why he lost his pubes is no
longer the topic of the day. I'm told that there are quite a few
visitors to the third period gym to try to get a peek at the
hairless wonder but he is surviving.
Today he brought home a test he failed and I spanked him real
hard. I slowly stripped him down to his birthday suit. He hated
that I did it but so I gave him the choice of asking dad or doing
as I told him. He knew that dad would probably ground him and
tell me to spank him also. This was easier that the first time.
I knew where his most sensitive spots were and could concentrate
on them (not that I neglected the rest). Of course, he got a
long lecture that he must apply himself to his schoolwork as I
continued to pound his ass.
I also told him that I expected him to put in more time with his
studies and thus less with his friends. It really amazing how
much his hearing has improved since I've been pounding his butt
although his memory is still poor. An example, on Thursday he
was talking with his friends and I called him to take the early
bus and he just sassed me by telling me to fuck off so I told him
(with his friends listening): "If you're not on the early bus
you're going to get it, Joel." I'll bet his friends were
wondering exactly what I meant that made him change his mind and
why I would threaten with out adding something like 'from dad'.
On the bus I told him that next time I'll be more explicit so
that there be no doubt that he was going to get his butt beat OTK
like a little boy. He got the necessary horrified expression and
really gave it to him. And the time after that, it will be clear
who is going to do the spanking too. "Understand?"
"Yes, Tom," he said sadly now knowing that I was going to
exercise my power over him even at school.
Last Sunday, my hand hurt after pounding his bottom, so I made a
short strap from an old leather belt. It is very effective and
easy to use. Quickly, I got him crying and promising and then to
out of control bawling. He'll remember this spanking for some
time.
Tom
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
September 24, 1999
Hi Lee,
On Friday, dad got a call from school and went to see the
Principal and the swimming instructor. He told mon and me (since
I'm in charge of Joel now) the story. It turns out that the
school was worried about Joel's missing pubes. The principal
said that happens every once in a while but it is not usual for
it to happen to a boy several weeks in a row. They also had
heard that Joel claimed to have lost a bet and rumors that his
brother had done it. Whichever is true, they felt some parental
guidance was called for. Dad agreed but for very difference
reasons. He was pissed that Joel had lied to his classmates and
made a two-fold request. First, he wanted Joel to apologize to
the class and second to get the standard punishment of a spanking
BUT in front of those that he lied to in class. The principal
loved the idea but, alas, said that none of the teachers could do
it nor could dad do it in the class. They did agree to having
another student from the class or me doing it.
I thought about having Ralph do it as the class representative to
avoid the possibility that the class might not trust me to do a
proper job. But Ralph's parents never spank him so he probably
does not know how and he might just beat Joel black and blue.
Tom
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
September 26, 1999
Hi Lee,
Maybe there is hope for my brother after all. This Sunday, he
got the shaving stuff and then asked me to please shave him. Of
course, I obliged as loving brothers should help each other.
Then I gave him the news of what was going to happen in swim
class. You are going to speak to your class and tell them: (1)
you apologize for lying, (2) you lost your pubes as a punishment
for being a bully, and (3) ask me for a spanking for lying. He
turned while as a sheet. I also told him that dad had been to
the school and it was all arranged. You better write it all out
before so that you don't make a fool of yourself in front of your
class.
On the school bus, Monday morning Joel asked me if I was going to
make him cry and I asked him if it would be a proper and honest
spanking if I did not. He almost cried right there as he said he
understood. I also told him that if he cried too soon he'll get
extra for faking so he had better resist for I don't want to be
known as "the Crybaby's brother".
I was very anxious all morning also. I would be the only student
with clothes on in the class. I wondered how many of the guy in
the class would get a woodie watching and how many would have
cute butts needing a spanking. I guess that I'm really into this
spanking thing. Just in case Joel managed to resist my hand, I
carried the little strap in my pocket. I want Joel to learn that
when ever he goes over my lap that I have the power to break him
and will.
Vice-principal C. O. Peters (affectionately know as The Cop)
who's in charge of discipline showed up to watch for official
reasons. (Actually since I heard Joel complain about him, I
suspected that he was going to enjoy this for personal reasons.)
The swim coach told the class that Joel had asked to make an
announcement. Understandably, he stumbled through everything
even though he had written it all out at home. The class went
from just amazed to total disbelieve when he asked for his
spanking. There was the expected laughter when they realized
that it was me going to do the job but Ralph assured them that I
could do the job properly.
I took my seat and Joel lay down across my lap. He was a little
braver than I expected. I looked at the pack of bare-assed 16-17
year olds in front of me and could see that most had semi-hard-
ons and a few were already all the way up. I raised my hand and
started. The tiled room really made for an good echo which made
everything sound louder.
+SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK!+
"You must not lie again, Joel." I lectured.
+SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK!+
I made sure that I covered his butt fully and got the most
sensitive spots several times. Joel was torn between being
macho, i.e., not crying and giving in, i.e., crying and I could
feel his tenseness as I continued with another round. I was
confident which it would be.
+SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK!+
"You must be honest with your classmates."
+SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK!+
He was yielding as the pain got to him and started to sob softy.
I confess that I wanted to show off and was pleased that I would
not need the strap. I gave him another two rounds -- one slowly
and one fast and that broke him completely as was absolutely
necessary. Mr. Loud Mouth was now Ms. Water Works. Everyone in
the class had a major hard-on and even The Cop. I got a standing
ovation. Everyone in the class looked like they needed to jerk
off. Later, I heard that they got send to the showers a little
early that day and they used the extra time for a circle jerk.
I asked the class not to tease him as he had a very hard time
with this. I put Joel in the corner for about ten minutes and
then took him to the showers. As he dressed I told him that he
had a choice. He could go home now get certainly be razzed as a
crybaby by everyone tomorrow and forever after or tough it out
and be in his next class like a man.
When he asked me what he should do, I told him carry on and don't
make any comments about this. As Moses said to the Israelites:
"Be strong and resolute" (Deuteronomy 31:1). Joel, you are going
to have to do this sometime. Then I added that if he cut class
today, he would get strapped and grounded. I thought that this
would be an extra incentive.
Most of the guys in the class found me within a couple of days
and congratulated me on a job well done. That made for talk
about me for HS juniors and seniors rarely talk to a lowly
freshmen like myself. It surely increased my stature in my own
class. I wondered what going to happen when the whole story got
out.
By the time I saw him at the end of the day he was able to hold
his head up. There was lots of talking about us (How did I learn
to spank so well so young?) but he was pretty much left alone.
When we got on the bus Ralph got behind him, patted his butt and
told him that "you did pretty well considering". We all had a
good laugh at that; even Joel.
What neither of us knew is that Thursday morn we would be famous
celebrities in our small universe. The school paper came out and
there was a full write up about that most memorable swim class.
It seems one dude in that class was a sports reporter for the
paper and since it was public knowledge the advisor did not
censor it.
Tom
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
September 29-30, 1999
Hi Lee,
Once the story was in the paper the rumors stopped and so did the
gossip as there was nothing left to talk about. I got some
unexpected bonuses out of this.
Richy was the first of the dudes in the swim class who sort me
out because he wanted his butt spanked. After he swore me to
secrecy he told me that his dad used to spank him whenever his
grades started to slip but he was away for three months and could
I help him, please. I went over to his house after school on
Wednesday when his mom was out. I decided to act like a very
strict father and instructed him that he should call me 'dad'. I
had him go to his room and that I would be up in a few minutes
the check on this week's reports. "Yes, father." he said and
dashed up stairs. This was going to be fun. Great fun.
I went up to his room, entered without knocking and declared.
"Time for your weekly grade check, son." I sat down on the chair
in the middle of the room (after moving the hairbrush) and looked
at the batch of papers he handed me. They were terrible. The
best was a 78 and some under 60; certainly not acceptable work.
"These are a disgrace! You should be ashamed of yourself." I
had trouble believing things were really this bad.
"Yes, father. I'm very ashamed." he said with his head hanging.
"Take off your shoes and come here, boy." indicating the spot in
front of me. I stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it off
of him and yanked it out of his pants. I opened his belt, pulled
it free and dropped it. He gasped when I undid his jeans and let
them fall to his knees. "Step out of them, boy," I ordered
sharply, and the sox too.
Now this seventeen year old youth was standing in front of me in
just his briefs. He was three years older, taller, heaver and
certainly stronger but totally submissive. His cock was half
hard and mine stretched as far as it ever got inside my jeans.
Fortunately, I was sitting so that it was not bent. I lowered
his briefs and enjoyed the view a minute before pulling him
across my lap. I let his cock dangle between my legs and had his
creamy white butt in the perfect position. I gave him a hard
SPANK. "Why are you being spanked, boy."
"Because I did badly in school, father."
+SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK! SPANK!+
I covered his entire butt with these hard spanks. I'm sure he
did not expect that particularly the few in the bottom crease
that really stings. "What are you going to do about it, boy?"
+SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK!+
He started to cry. "I [sob] will [sob] study [sob] harder, [sob]
father." [sob] Promise. [sob]
I picked up the hairbrush he had prepared and brought it down on
his tenderized red butt with a loud +WHACK!+ I liked that sound
and repeated this several times.
+WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!+
He completely lost it then and went into a state of uncontrolled
crying. I gave him a few more to remember this by and I got a
surprise. He had orgasm; shooting his load right on the floor.
I gave him a few more spanks and he was limp like an over cooked
piece of spaghetti although his cock started to get hard again.
"Please [sob] no [sob] more [sob] father. [sob] I'll [sob] do
[sob] better. [sob] I [sob] promise." [sob] I stood him up and
he was still crying. "I'll study [sob] hard, father, I [sob]
promise." he repeated. I opened my own jeans and with my briefs
pulled them down letting my rock hard tool spring free. I pushed
him down to his knees and shoved my rampant cock at his mouth.
He did not need to be told and started to suck like he was a
starving baby at his mommy's teat for his milk. I soon satisfied
his hunger with my hot cream which he eagerly took. He continued
to lick and nuzzle at my equipment as I petted his head.
We rested for a while and then I dressed after a quick shower.
"Your grades better be better next week, boy, or you'll get
spanked again."
"Yes, father, I understand. I'll do my very best."
I walked home on clouds thinking about doing this again. This
was really the first time that spanking had gotten so sexual for
me. I could not get the image of Ricky's glowing red butt out of
my mind. I already knew what my new wet dream was going to be.
On Thursday, I wondered if he really had grade problems.
Tom
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
October 1, 1999
Hi Lee,
The second bonus happened on Friday. Betty is a nice girl (15)
in several of my classes and after she read the school paper
report about my spanking my brother asked if I could help her
with her little brother. She had, with great difficulty been
able to convince her parents that she could care for brother,
Carl, 11, and herself while they were away for a couple of weeks
with just the regular housekeeper in the usual three times a
week. Of course, she had backup resources including exiling her
brother to their uncle's but she did not want to do that.
Carl had earned a spanking and even admitted it but refused to
accept it from his sister. As he put it: "No girl is going to
spank me. No way!" He refused to accept that his sister being
in charge allowed such an action. He had accepted other
punishments and recognized that his dad would probably do it when
he got home.
After supper I went to her house and I had a talk with the
obstinate young man. He did not contradict her report one bit.
He also was quite willing to be spanked by the most famous
spanker in the high school even though I would certainly spank
harder than his sister.
He stood in front of me; so small and so brave. I told him that
he was to be quiet except to answer my questions, preferably with
a 'yes, Tom' or 'no, Tom'. Also, if he gave me any lip or tried
to run away, I would give him ten with my belt. He looked at my
waist and saw that I was wearing a heavy leather belt.
"Understand, boy?"
"Yes, Tom."
I started to remove his shirt and he immediately began to
objected that his sister was present. "Do you want the strap,
boy? I asked threateningly as I could.
"No, Tom."
He was appropriately fearful and stood still after that. "Remove
your sneakers, boy? I ordered and he did so promptly. I opened
his jeans and pulled them down. I just picked up each foot and
pulled them off. I could see in eyes that he was dreading what
was next but he dared not resist me. Very quietly he whispered:
"Please, Tom, don't take my briefs off, please?"
"Betty, Carl does not want me to remove his briefs will you
please do it for us." Carl tried to do it himself but I grabbed
his hands as his big sister took them down as he blushed all
over. He did not like it when she went to his side to lift his
feet and got a close up of his privates. "Do you need help
getting over my lap, boy?"
With a loud and indignant, "NO!" he immediately laid in the
proper position over my lap. He had started to change and to
accept the inevitable. I held him in place and rubbed his little
bottom. He relaxed a little and I slapped him right in the
middle of each cheek. His bottom was so much smaller and softer
than my brother's I noted. "Carl, you have been a very bad boy."
and spanked him some so that his bottom was quickly turned red.
"You are getting _this_ spanking because you did not honor your
word. You said that you'll be good and accepted that your sister
was in charge. Well, that includes her spanking your bare little
bottom, young man." SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK! "Understand?"
He was sobbing but he managed to squeak: "Yes, Tom."
I gave him a few more so that he slipped into the crying and
promising stage and then he broke into bawling as I completed the
spanking easily. I held him for a few minutes and then let his
sister comfort him. He cried a lot and was no longer concerned
that he was naked in his sister's arms. Apparently his concern
about that had significantly changed at least for the moment.
When he stopped crying, he wanted to get dressed but I stopped
him from doing that and sat him on my lap and explained what was
going to happen. He was going to get another chance to be a man
and kept his word if he wanted it or we would take him over to
his uncle right away.
"What do I have to do, Tom?" he asked with all the machismo that
a crying eleven year can muster.
"You're to apologize to Betty for causing her all this trouble
and you're going to ask her politely to give you the spanking you
already agreed that you were due." He was nodding, glad to have
another chance but I continued. "You're also going to insist
that her spanking really hurts like a proper spanking should --
like it does from your daddy or from me. If it does not hurt you
are going to tell her and she will do it harder or use something
like a hairbrush. You not going to be satisfied with a sissy
spanking and you will be the judge of that."
He did not know what to make of this. He was being put in charge
of his own spanking and being made honor bound to be sure it was
a proper spanking. Boys take honor very seriously.
"Carl, there one other thing. You're not grounded or prohibited
from playing with any of your toys but you're not allowed to get
dressed tonight AND until you get that other spanking no matter
what."
"You mean it up to me to decide when and if it is hard enough and
everything?"
"Absolutely. You can do it here and now or with Betty privately
later. You can put it off until tomorrow or even Sunday if you
want but you can't get dressed until you get it. It's your
responsibility and you decide when and how." Even until Monday
night if you want to go to school naked, I kidded.
"I'll be right back." he said as he jumped off my lap and ran out
of the room. And he was back with a hairbrush.
He stood in front of his sister. "Betty, I've been a jerk. I'm
sorry. Please forgive me. Please give the spanking I'm due now
and make it _really_ hurt." Then he turned to me, "Tom show her
how to do it right, please." He handed her the hairbrush and
laid across her lap. No sissy spanking for this macho boy.
Betty put down the hairbrush and started with her hand. She
raised it and brought it down hard on the already tenderized
bottom of her kid brother. He howled! I think that he started
to develop a new respect for his big sister at that very instant.
She went back and forth over the target and Carl began to sob. I
pointed her to the crease and she tried a spank right there. The
reaction was immediate and she went from left to right and back,
Carl really was crying. She gave him a few more hard ones all
over and then back to the crease. This broke him just as I had a
little earlier.
She held him for a long time as he cried. Eventually, he was
able to talk and told Betty that she spanks real well. "The
tennis coach tells me that I have the hardest serve he has ever
seen." she explained.
He turned to me and with a bit of little pride in this voice,
said: "My sister spanks real good, Tom. I did not have to tell
her a thing."
"Carl, it is your bedtime. Please shower, brush your teeth and
get into bed." With a new respect for Betty he did just as he
was told without a word. A few minutes later we went to say
goodnight. Betty pulled back the covers so she could put some
Sportscreme on a very sore little boy's red butt. He was naked
as he had been told to be. He longer felt that he had to hide
his body from her. Then they kissed her good night with a big
hug and told her he was really sorry and that he loved her. He
shook hands with me.
I got to know Betty a lot better before I went home. On the way
home I wondered if spanking a girl would be different than a guy.
Last week was pretty quiet considering but this week ended with a
real bang
Tom (hoping to lose it soon)
** Continued in Part 3 ***
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