"Jasen, get down from there. You could fall and get hurt, sweetie."
"Leave me ALONE! You never let me do what I want!"
At the noise a young man looked up from his book. A petite young woman was addressing a small boy, who had apparently been trying to climb the netting surrounding the mall's indoor ice rink. This incident immediately drew Chris' attention, and not just because the miscreant in question was an attractive young fellow. Chris had been sitting in the mall for a couple hours, reading and watching the Sunday crowd go by. He termed himself a "people-watcher"; he enjoyed watching people, their interactions with each other. Chris was particularly interested in watching childrens' interactions with each other and their parents: boasting, exploring, questioning, and fighting, there were myriad fascinating dynamics to observe. It would be interesting in seeing how this young mother would handle another dynamic- rebellion.
"Jasen, please get down..."
Unconcerned
with his mother's entreaties, the boy resumed his monkey act on the
netting.
"Jasen, get down now! Please!"
As the young man continued
to ignore her pleas, she reached up and grabbed the boy by shoulders,
pulling him with some difficulty back to the floor. Jasen turned to
his mother and shoved her away.
"I'm fine! You can't make me!"
As Jasen turned to begin reclimbing the ropes, his mom again grabbed
him firmly by the arm. The child, angry at being thwarted, suddenly
turned and tried to yank away from his mother. When she wouldn't let
go, he started flailing wildly at her in an attempt to get loose.
The beset mother shrank back and did her best to fend off the youngster's
wild attacks while maintaining her grip on the boy.
Several mall patrons stopped to watch this spectacle- Chris made himself more useful. Jumping up from his chair, the man pocketed his book and rushed over to assist the struggling woman. As Jasen raised his free hand to balance himself for an anticipated kick, Chris grabbed his wrist. The boy may have been surprised by this unwelcome interference, but he recovered quickly. Spinning around, he finally freed himself from his mother's hand and launched a furious kick at the large man behind him, which bounced off of the man's shin.
"Let go of me!!!" the boy screamed,
pulling back his foot to kick his captor again.
Chris countered
this attack by pulling Jasen's captive hand high above his head, turning
the attempted kick into a flailing for balance as the boy was pulled
to his tiptoes.
"Enough, kiddo!" Chris told the youngster firmly.
As the child continued trying to fight, Chris grabbed the boy's
chin and turned Jasen to look up at him.
"Enough!" Chris ordered,
moving his face to within inches of the child's and staring down into
the boy's brown eyes. While the defiance and anger lingered in Jasen's
eyes, he ceased his struggling.
"Are you ok, ma'am? It looked like
you needed some help."
"Yes, yes- thank you. He can be such a
handful these days since h..." the frazzled woman began, until her
son broke in.
"Make him let me go, momma!" Jasen said, pulling
illustratively at the arm which was still holding his hand above his
head.
"Don't interrupt your mother. Sit down." Chris said, releasing
the boy's arm and gesturing to a chair. Jasen looked accusingly at
his mother, but he sat.
"I'm sorry for taking over like that,
Mrs...?"
"I'm... it's Mrs. Fields. Amy Fields."
"Amy, I'm
Chris Thomas," he said, extending his hand. "As I was saying, sorry
to take over the situation like that."
"Pleased to meet you, Chris,"
Amy said as she shook the proffered hand. "Actually, I'd like to thank
you for helping out. Ever since my husband- his father- passed, Jasen
has been..."Amy trailed off, suddenly sounding close to tears.
"It's
ok, I understand. I am truly sorry for your loss." Chris said. No
wonder the little fellow was acting out, if his father was gone.
There
was an uncomfortable silence, and then Chris said, "Well, it was nice
to meet you Mrs. Fields. If there is nothing else I can do, I guess
I'll be going now, since things seem to have calmed down."
As he
turned to walk away, Mrs. Fields spoke up.
"Chris, can I ask you
something? I wouldn't ask you if I had someone else- we haven't been
here that long. I know it's a lot to ask, and I understand if you
say no..." As Chris said nothing, Amy continued a little more calmly.
"I'm been having a lot of trouble with Jasen recently. Don't get me
wrong, Jasen is a good kid, but he's been acting up for weeks now.
I know he is still struggling- we all are- but his behavior has been
getting worse and worse. What he really needs is a spanking. I can't
do it- it's a job for a man, and even if I wanted to I'm too small
to handle him, as I guess you've seen," Amy said, with a little nervous
laugh. "I know it's a lot to ask of a person I just met, but you stepped
in and... would you feel comfortable disciplining him for me? If you
don't feel right doing it, I understand."
Chris didn't have to think
long about this. The thought of spanking children had occurred to
him more than once, but he never imagined that this fantasy would
be realized.
"Sure, I'll do it," he said, a touch too eagerly.
Taking a deep breath, Chris continued with less enthusiasm, "You should
be the one to tell him, I think."
"Jasen, come here," Amy said,
with a decisive voice quite unlike the appeasing tones she had taken
with the child earlier. After the sullen child shuffled over, she
continued. "Your behavior has been awful lately, and your conduct
today was completely unacceptable."
Amy paused a second to see
if Jasen would speak up, maybe offer an apology, but the child just
stood there staring at the ground and throwing an occasional baleful
glare Chris' way.
"Mr. Thomas here has agreed to spank you for
me."
That certainly had an effect.
"Huh? Momma, no! He can't spank
me, he's not my daddy! I'm sorry momma, I'll be good! Please!" The
sullen child was now gone, replaced by a wide-eyed, scared kid. Unconsciously,
the lad's hands were behind his back, clutching his pants- clad bottom.
Jasen's mother was undeterred.
"He can indeed spank you, he had
my permission. I know you miss your daddy, but that's no excuse for
your behavior- you have been asking for this for a long time now.
Introduce yourself to Mr. Fields please."
A distraught youngster
turned to face Chris, who had been silently watching the parental
exchange.
"Hi Mr. Fields, I'm Jasen," the child said from rote.
"Hi Jasen, I'm sorry we had to meet like this," Chris said, extending
his hand to the small child, who shook it woodenly.
"You can take
him to the rink's party room, I believe it's empty. I'm just going
to call home quickly and check on the babysitter, I'll be looking
for you."
"Ok, we'll be back in a few minutes. Jasen, let's go
take care of this. Can you show me where this room is?"
The boy nodded, and began plodding off. Chris looked to see if Amy had anything else to say; when she remained silent, he headed off after his unwilling guide.
This was a situation that Chris had never imagined coming to pass. He had daydreamed about something like this, but for it to actually happen was amazing- he felt as though he was walking in a dream. Not only did he have the chance to spank a child, who certainly needed it, but to spank such a cute little guy! Jasen looked back to make sure that Chris was still coming, and then returned his silent guiding through the crowd of children romping around the ice rink. Chris took the opportunity to study the boy more closely. Jasen was wearing a white shirt tucked into his beige pants. A green elastic belt, decorated with some indecipherable pattern, wrapped the boy's slim waist, and a pair of dirty white sneakers finished the ensemble. Well- trimmed sandy brown hair ended at a lightly tanned neck. That neck crinkled delightfully as the boy turned to look up at Chris, who had caught up with him. Placing his hand on Jasen's shoulder, the pair walked on in silence until Jasen slowed before a brightly colored door. A quick glance showed the room was empty, so Chris nudged the suddenly lead- footed boy inside and shut the door after them.
Jasen stood by the door where he had been placed as his imminent spanker retrieved a chair from a stack along the wall, and brought it to the center of the room. Placing the chair to face Jasen, Chris sat down and beckoned the slightly trembling fellow over to him. Gone was the anger and animosity, the boy now looked quite young and scared as he marched over to stand in front of the chair, just out of arm reach.
"Jasen,
before we get down to business, what do ya' say we talk for a minute?"
At a shrug from the child before him, Chris wrapped his arm around
Jasen and gently pulled him closer. The boy ended his study of his
shoes and looked up at the man seated before him.
"How old are
you, buddy?"
"...ayy..t
"Speak up Jasen; an old guy like me
can't hear so well."
A faint touch of a smile graced the boy's
face for an instant, as he quickly glanced at the youthful grown-up
sitting in front of him. "Eight. I'm eight," he said in a quiet treble.
"An eight year old guy like you is way too old to be throwing
temper tantrums! You know you can't be doing that, don't you?"
Jasen
nodded. He knew.
"Well Jasen, your mom tells me you are a good
kid, and I think maybe we could be friends when you're behaving. I
know that things must have been tough for you lately, but the misbehavior
I saw earlier isn't acceptable. Come here."
Chris, filled with a
jumble of feelings from excitement to regret, gestured for the youngster
to slide a little closer. When he began to unfasten Jasen's belt,
however, the small child pulled back.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"I'm taking your pants down, Jasen, for your spanking. When you
act like a little kid, you get spanked like one- on your bare behind."
Chris hooked the thoroughly disheartened child under the armpit
and pulled him close again. Jasen watched as his belt was removed,
and then as Chris unsnapped the boy's elastic backed pants. Unzipping
the pants, he slid them down Jasen's coltish legs.
"Step out of
them, please."
The young fellow started to step out of his pants, caught his sneaker in the leg, and fell forward into Chris. After resettling the chap on his feet, Chris removed the offending shoes one at a time while Jasen steadied himself with a hand on the grown-up's shoulder. Soon enough the shoes were removed and the pants placed off to the side. Clad in dirty socks and briefs almost covered by his shirt, Jasen looked distinctly vulnerable- nothing like the sassy little squirt who had been so _c_o_c_k_y not five minutes before. His newly revealed legs were marred in several places with the cuts and scrapes of youth, but by and large were beautifully tanned from slim ankles and bony knees to the soft thighs, which still evidenced a childish lack of muscle.
"Over you go, Jasen," Chris said, patting
his leg. The boy just stood there, staring at the waiting lap. Chris
extended his hand to the sniffling child, who backed away a couple
steps, still staring.
"C'mon buddy, buck up."
Sensing no sign of movement, the man leaned forward to grab Jasen's upper arm and pulled him towards the right side of the chair. Chris pushed the unresisting boy's back down with his right hand and guided him to lay across the man's thighs. Jasen's torso now rested across the lap, so Chris placed his hand inside the cleft of the boy's legs and pushed-lifted him into place. Now that everything was in position, he saw no need to rush the experience.
Leaving his right hand nestled above the boy's groin, the soon-to-be spanker raised the hem of Jasen's shirt and pushed it up to the shoulder blades. Sliding his hand up Jasen's side, he marveled at the soft warmth of the newly revealed flesh. The child's back was a constantly changing tapestry, as minute movements of his body would bring a muscle or shoulder blade to prominence only to be replaced by yet another subtle change, all enacted upon the quiet backdrop of the boy's shadowy ribs. Chris' left hand drew slow circles on Jasen's back as he studied the head dangling between the lad's arms: studied the delicate colorings of his hair and the way the lad's eyes remained downcast, patiently awaiting his fate. Jasen's legs shifted slightly as they tried to find a more comfortable position, and Chris removed his right hand from its previous warm hollow.
"These are coming off too, buddy," Chris said as he grabbed the waistband of Jasen's underpants and lifted them straight up, granting the man his first glimpse of the little boy's bottom. Chris pulled the briefs down the lad's legs and pushed them over his bony ankles, until they fell in a pool on the floor. On the way back he trailed his hand up Jasen's calf, over his tender thigh and finally ended up stroking his upper leg as the man gazed at the star of the show- the lad's behind, which was buttery white with a faint pinky tan. When Chris started to slowly knead these cheeks he was amazed both at the spongy resilience of the flesh and at the luxuriously smooth texture of the skin. Hesitant to mark the beautiful body before him, a brief but fierce internal battle raged within him as to whether or not to spank. The memory of the child's earlier actions, of how much he deserved this, won out. He raised his hand.
Without warning, Chris brought his hand down sharply on Jasen's waiting rear end.
"AHH!" the boy squealed, caught by surprise. His whole body twitched with the blow, and a small hand shot back to cover his backside. Unperturbed, Chris grabbed the offending arm and tucked it down by the boy's side. Free from interruption, Chris began systematically spanking the pinkening posterior before him, attempting to maintain an even shade across the entire area. SMACK- wait a few seconds, then- SMACK. This process continued for a total of a dozen spanks, while Jasen yelled fit to raise the dead- promising to be a good boy. The twin cheeks, so uniform in color at the onset, quickly began pinkening as handprint faded into handprint.
SMACK SMACK SMACK
Suddenly, the door burst open and a slightly overweight man came rushing in. When he saw the naked boy draped over Chris' lap, he stopped and the worry drained from his face, replaced by an ill-concealed leer.
"I'm sorry, I heard
yelling. I guess everything is okay?" the manager said, never taking
his eyes from the pink rump taking center stage. At this disturbance,
Jasen's bawling diminished and he stared discomfited at the intruder.
The boy squirmed around in the lap attempting to find some way to
disguise his predicament; his face, already flushed from crying, went
beet red as he realized there was no way to hide. Chris, who had also
taken an immediate dislike to the manager and his unwelcome stares,
covered the lad's exposed bottom with his hand.
"Yes, I'm sorry
we disturbed you. We had a little business to transact," Chris said
as he squeezed the warm butt beneath his hand. "Should we move this
session to another location?"
"Oh no, you're fine. I just heard
the shouting when I walked past, and I thought some kids were playing
in here. I guess I should leave you two alone, I'll make sure you
aren't disturbed." As he slowly walked out, the older man cast several
furtive glances back at Jasen. Chris watched the manager until he
closed the door behind him, as did the young lad. Jasen heaved a sigh
of relief at the sound of the door clicking shut, and then turned
to look up at the guy overseeing his punishment.
"Sorry about
that, kiddo. Let's finish this up."
At this sign that the spanking wasn't over, Jasen dropped his head back down and took a firm grip on the thigh beneath him with his left hand. After rubbing a couple brisk circles across the upturned fanny, Chris resumed his methodical spanking.
SMACK SMACK SMACK
Jasen's yelling picked up right where it had left off, but after another dozen spanks he had sputtered off into crying, punctuated by a gasp whenever his tender rear was smacked. Chris was satisfied that the boy had had enough, and stopped the spanking. He released Jasen's arm and rubbed the boy's bottom until the child had cried himself out. Said bottom was no longer the uniformly white color it had been when it was first uncovered; it now glowed a reddish pink equally across both cheeks, and radiated heat. Those upturned cheeks under Chris' ministrations were not the only one's glowing- the man's face was flushed with the excitement of the spanking he had just administered. When it seemed as though the child was largely composed, Chris set the boy on his feet before him and placed his hands on Jasen's thin shoulders. Before the shirt fell from where it had been pushed up, he was granted a fleeting glance at the kid's soft belly
"Your mom is doing her best to take care of you, and
it only makes it harder on both of you when you disobey. I hope you
will remember this little lesson the next time you think about acting
up, eh?"
"Uh-huh, I will," Jasen said as he finished rubbing the
heat from his backside.
"Okay then buddy, let's get dressed."
Chris tousled the boy's hair then helped Jasen get his clothes back
on. For a kid who had been so hesitant about being undressed before,
and embarrassed about being naked before the manager, Jasen seemed
remarkably unconcerned with his nudity now. As the youngster finished
tucking in his shirt, Chris thought to himself that the spanking had
been quite a bonding experience between the two; Chris certainly felt
quite close to the gummy- faced rascal. Walking to the sink in the
corner of the room, Chris wet a paper towel and brought it back over.
"You
about ready, big guy?"
"Yup."
"Okay, let's clean your face
up and then get out of here." The man squatted down before the boy
and gently wiped the tear tracks from his cheeks. Jasen accepted this
treatment easily; the cool water felt good against a face still rosy
from yelling. After he finished finger- combing the boy's hair back
into place, Chris massaged the back of Jasen's neck for a few seconds
and then stood up.
"All set, let's go find your mom."
When the
two of them walked out, they found the manager standing guard by the
door. Chris nodded to him, and started walking by.
"Things go
well? Sounded like you gave him a good hiding, taught him some manners?"
Jasen
seemed to shrink in place, and his face once again burned scarlet
in embarrassment. Chris nodded coldly at the man, and then hurried
the boy past the manager, who leered after the two as they passed.
They walked in silence for a bit and then Chris said, "Don't worry
about that guy, he was a weirdo."
"I know, I didn't like the way
he kept looking at me. Ummm, do you have to tell anyone about, about
spanking me? My daddy used to say 'once a spanking is over, it's over-
everything is forgiven'."
"I think your daddy was a very smart
man, and I agree- this can stay between us guys. I have to tell your
mom if she wants to know, but otherwise my lips are sealed."
"'Kay,
good. ...So can we be friends then?"
"I'd like that buddy, I'd
like that a lot."
Jasen squeezed his hand into Chris', and the two walked the rest of the way in companionable silence.
END PART 1