I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. Lying across his bed was my 10-year-old nephew Matthew, his pants and underwear down around his knees, and he was spanking himself as though he were some naughty, little boy. I watched secretly from the doorway of his bedroom while he gave himself a few swats. His buttocks had several pink handprints that were clearly visible.
"What are you doing?" I finally asked him with a stern voice.
He was obviously startled, thinking he was alone. "Nothing," he quickly replied, trying to pull his pants up.
"You leave them right where they are!" I demanded as I walked over to him and grabbed his hands and pulled him up.
"What are you doing?" he asked in a shocked voice.
"Since you seem to enjoy getting your little fanny spanked that's just what I'm going to do," I told him as I pulled him across my lap. I could immediately tell that he had an erection. He was so surprised that he didn't even attempt to resist.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
I spanked his bare buttocks methodically, once smack after another. "Ow, ow, ow!" he cried. "Please stop!"
"I thought you wanted to have your little fanny spanked Matthew," I said as I continued to smack his rear.
"No!" he howled. "Owwwww!"
Matthew's buttocks turned as red as a little boy's bottom could possibly turn. I had never spanked him before, and I knew that even his parents didn't resort to spanking. It was a very enjoyable experience for me. Unfortunately, it wasn't so enjoyable for him. His chubby buns danced beneath my hand with each swat the fell upon them. My hand was large enough to almost cover the entire area with each swat, so I knew that his bottom was equally sore all over. I had never seen him without his pants before, so I knew that this was as equally as embarrassing for him as the actual spanking was.
After fifty swats Matthew's entire bottom was crimson red. I lifted my sobbing nephew from my lap. One hand went to his bottom, trying to rub out the sting, and his other hand covered his erect penis. I grabbed his hand away from his hairless penis and smacked it. "Keep your hands at your sides!" I demanded.
"Don't you ever let me catch you doing anything like this ever again. Do you understand me?" I asked in a loud voice.
"Yes," he sobbed.
"Good!" I replied as I began to pull up his pants. "By the way, you can expect another spanking from me again this evening." Hearing this only made him cry harder.
I was suprised by Matthew's behavior, but I knew exactly what he was thinking. Just the previous day he had witnessed a friend of his receive a pants-down spanking at the hands of his mother. Of course never receiving one himself, Matthew was quite intrigued by the sight of this and wanted to see what the experience was like. I decided to give him a pants-down myself, hoping that would end his curiousity once and for all. And that weekend I decided I would give him so many spankings that his sore bottom would be a constant reminder of his interest.
I never thought about how nice boys bottoms were until I was spanking Matthew's. It was nice and round, smooth and very soft. Most people think that the bottom is a dirty area. I thought so too. But Matthew's bottom wasn't. It was really cute, and I couldn't stop thinking about the spankings I would be giving him over the next few days.
Matthew stayed in his room the rest of the day. I found a thick, wooden hairbrush on my sister's dresser and thought it would be a wonderful spanking implement. Matthew would not only feel my hand, but also the hairbrush against his bare behind later that evening.
At 8:00 that evening I decided it was time to give Matthew the spanking I had promised him. Walking upstairs I realized he was in the bathroom. He stood there looking in the long mirror, clad in only a thick, white cloth fastened at his waist by two pastel-colored diaper pins. I guess he had hoped that I had forgotten about a second spanking, but I of course had not. I felt the thick seat of his diaper.
"I suppose that diaper padding will come in handy if you plan on sitting down this evening," I joked.
He didn't find my comment very funny. "You're not gonna spank me again, are you?" he asked, nervously eyeing the hairbrush in my hand.
"Yes Matthew, I am going to spank you again," I told him, taking him by the hand.
"Can you spank me on my diaper?" he asked.
"Of course not!" I replied. "You wouldn't feel a thing, and I plan to leave your bottom as sore as I possibly can so that you remember it!"
I took him into his room and sat down on his bed. I unfastened the diaper pins and placed the diaper on the bed. He was totally naked now and I pulled him back across my lap for his second spanking of the day. I started right away, smacking his bare bottom repeatedly with my hand. After just three swats he was crying loudly and squirming. It was my intent to just warm him up with my hand and then spank him more severely with the hairbrush. He was still red from his earlier spanking, and obviously still sore. After thirty hand smacks his bottom was even a darker shade of red that it had been after the first spanking.
I suppose Matthew thought the spanking was over, but it was far from over. Taking the hairbrush in my hand I raised it above him and slammed it across his left butt-cheek. A dark red patch appeared, and I raised the brush again and slammed it across his right butt-cheek. He screamed and kicked as I spanked him as hard as I could. I had to hold him tightly to keep him on my lap. I could feel his little _c_o_c_k_ and balls rubbing against my knee as he squirmed.
Despite his screams I continued to spank him. Purple and blue bruises began to appear on both butt-cheeks. I knew his bottom was throbbing, and he would definately think twice before taking an interest in spanking again.
After spanking Matthew's bottom raw I lifted the screaming boy off my knees and lied him on his bed. His little penis was stiff once again. I rubbed lotion and powder on his bruised bottom and his _c_o_c_k_ and balls before pinning his diaper back on him. I found a pair of plastic pants and put them on over his diaper. The thick padding seemed to offer little comfort at all, and I decided to just leave him there in bed to get some sleep before his spankings the next day.