Christopher was my neighbour when I was 16. He was almost exactly ten years younger than me and ever since he moved in I had longed to take the very mischevious 6 year old across my lap with his pants down and spank that naughty little bottom of his.
Christopher was a very cute boy with bright blue eyes and brown hair. He had a bottom that was absolutely perfect. Nice and round, soft and smooth. I had seen it before, when I had been visiting his parents and he was in the bath.
My afternoon routine was to catch the bus from my high school and get off outside the primary school where Christopher attended and walk the rest of the way with him, his mother and some other neighbourhood kids and their parents. One afternoon, Christophers mother asked me whether I would be able to look after Christopher for a few hours after school the next day. Of course I agreed and the next morning she gave me the spare keys to her house.
All day I could not stop thinking about her instructions. They echoed through my head, exciting me at the prospect that I would probably get my wish that afternoon.
"Give him a bath as soon as you get home. There's some mince out for dinner and if he misbehaves, pull his pants down and spank his bottom."
I agonised that last five minutes of school. Watching the second hand of my watch as it seemed to go slower and slower. I swear I even saw it go backwards at one stage. Finally the bell rang and I made my way over to the bus stop. The bus arrived dead on time and I sat down close to the door.
Ten minutes later the bus pulled up outside the primary school. I got off an waited at the gate. There was still about 5 minutes to go before the kids got out. I heard the bell rang and moments later I saw Christopher bounding across the grass towards me. We walked home, Christopher regailing me on his day at school.
I opened the door to Christophers house and we went inside. Christopher went straight for the TV.
"Only fifteen minutes. Then it's bath time." I said.
"Okay." Came the chirpy reply.
I went into the bathroom and turned on the taps and let the bath start to fill up. After squirting some bubble bath into the water I waled into the loungeroom where Christopher was sitting, watching TV. The show he was watching had finished and it was now just ad breaks on every channel.
"Okay, go into the bathroom and get undressed."
"Can I have fifteen more minutes?"
"No, the bath's almost full. Come on."
Begrugingly, Christopher followed me into the bathroom and began undressing. He took off his school shirt first and I admired how his shorts hugged his little bottom. With one swift movement, he pulled his pants down and stepped out of them. I left him alone for a few minutes while he used the toilet and came back in when I heard it flush.
Christopher climed into the tub and I began washing him. He got up on his hands and knees and I washed his back and bottom, the first time I ever touched it. It was soft, although it had a firmness about it, smooth and supple. I rubbed the soap into his crack and then ran my fingers up and down, gliding over his little pink anus until it was squeaky clean.
I got Christopher out of the bath after about ten minutes and wrapped a towel around him and led him into his room to get his pyjamas on. I dried him off and then picked up the bottle of talc from his dresser.
"Bend over so I can powder your bottom."
Christopher bent over and stuck his bottom out. I patted some powder into his crack and rubbed it in a bit. I hellped him into his pyjama pants, pulling them up to his waist. He was starting to grow out of them and they hugged his bottom tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination. I buttoned up his shirt and let him go back into the loungeroom.
It was when I was in the kitchen preparing to cook dinner when Christopher came in.
"Can I have a chocolate?"
"No, dinner will be ready ina bout ten minutes."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?" He said, impatiently.
"Christopher, I said no."
"You dumb _f_u_c_k_!"
I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Had this six year old just called me a dumb _f_u_c_k_? I took it as my que, and without saying another word I grabbed him by the arm and led him into his bedroom.
"I do not appreciate that kind of language, especially from naughty little boys."
I sat on his bed and lifted him over my lap. Christopher knew what was coming and he began struggling and crying. I had no sympathy and pulled his pyjama pants down to his knees. I raised my right knee, forcing his cute little bottom slightly skyward, just enough to stop him from clenching.
Holding him down with my left hand I began smacking his bottom. I wa surprised at how his pert little butt reacted. If I smacked it in the middle, there was a pronounced bounce. If I smacked it on his tender sit spot, it sent a ripple through his cheeks. At first I spanked him relatively softly, just enough to sting. Gradually I increased the velocity. Christopher tried to kick and strugle, but I had him too tight and his pyjama pants acted like shackles arounf his knees. I had landed about thirty hard smacks, covering as much of his bottom as I could. Christopher was crying loudly, begging me to stop, but as his bottom was only pink, I knew he could take more because I had once seen his bottom after his mother had spanked him and it was bright red.
My hand was sore so I reached for the hairbrush on his nightstand that I knew was not used for brushing hair. I raised it high and brought it down hard, stinging his bottom with a loud whack. Christopher yelped as I landed repeating blows to his naughty little bum, landing the hardest smacks on his tender sit spot where his bottom meets his thigh. I watched in awe as a very pronounced ripple travelled through his cheeks.
Placing the hairbrush on the bed next to me, I resumed spanking him with my hand again, landing about fifteen of my best and hardest on his hot little rump.
After I was satisfied that his bottom was red enough, I stopped and placed my hand gently on his bottom. It was hot and had lost some its suppleness. Christopher was crying as I soothingly rubbed and stroked his bottom until the crying had stopped and his little bum was once again tender and smooth, although still very red and hot.
"Okay, that'll do." I said softly as I patted his bottom.
Christopher stood up and I pulled his pants back up. I grabbed a tissue and wiped the tears from his face.
"Okay, you stay in here and think about things for a while. I'll call you when dinner's ready."
Christopher sat on his bed and I left him alone. As I cooked dinner, I couldn't help but think forward to the next time I would get to have his perfect little bottom over my lap, my hand stinging his cheeks, bouncing back and rippling through his bottom.
I had just administered my first disciplinary spanking, and I liked it.