Pupil Does the Teaching - Part II


by Realist II (Click for Author's Home Page)<Percivallineham@yahoo.co.uk>

Several months had passed since Richard Youngman had smacked Francis Dawnay. Francis, who was still 11 but fast approaching his 12th birthday, had succeeded in keeping out of serious trouble. He was pretty sure that, if he needed correction again, his mother would once more ask Richard to administer it. Although that still seemed to him to be preferable to having his trousers and underpants removed by his mother, he was definitely not eager to feel the 17year old's large hand on his small bottom again. The spanking had, without doubt, been the hardest he had ever had to endure and he suspected a second one could well be even harder. With that in mind he had, more than once, had second thoughts about embarking on mischief.

Richard, I am sorry to say, was not as pleased with Francis's good behaviour as he should have been. He secretly longed to be asked to punish the boy again. On several occasions he had answered the telephone to hear the dramatic tones of Francis's actress mother, Sophia, and, every time, his pulse had quickened as he wondered whether she would once again ask him to be a "perfect darling and smack Francis's bottom for me". But, every time, the purpose of her call had had nothing to do with errant behaviour on the part of her son.

You could be forgiven for thinking, as you read of Richard's hopes, that he and Francis were not ("are" not, because the events of which I now write took place in the last few days) the best of friends, that the older boy had it in for the younger. But you would be wrong. Richard was, and is, very fond of Francis. Almost nothing gives him greater pleasure than coaching Francis in cricket and tennis (the two games at which he particularly excels). He spends a lot of time with his exceptionally attractive sixteen year old girlfriend, Fiona, but, when not with her, he is always delighted to see his young friend. Why then, you ask, did he have this strange ambition to smack the boy's bottom?

It was not that he had any objective desire to hurt Francis. On the contrary, his overwhelming instinct was to protect him from harm. I am confident that, were Francis to be in danger, Richard would not hesitate, whatever the risks to himself, to do all in his power to save him from the danger. But we have to face the fact that Richard had enjoyed the act of spanking Francis and was far from reluctant to repeat the experience.

The truth is that, for reasons which he just could not fathom, Richard found thoughts of spanking Francis to be deeply arousing. He has spent many fruitless hours trying to work out why it should be. There was nothing in his own childhood (at least of which he was aware) that could explain his feelings. Never once had his parents laid a finger on him, however naughty he had been. He had been conscious that other boys were not so fortunate but, apart from one memorable occasion on which he had overheard (but not seen) a friend being spanked, his knowledge of their punishments had only come from passing references to them in conversations on other topics. And yet, from as early as 9 or 10 years of age, he had become aware of an odd, and decidedly pleasant, sensation whenever he contemplated other boys and girls having their bottoms smacked. As he had grown older he had understood why the thought of a pretty girl having her bottom smacked should have this effect on him. But he found it impossible to work out why he should feel the same way about boys. For a while, in his very early teens, he had been distraught at the thought that he might be gay. Please don't misunderstand me. He was not intolerant. He knew that, in the 21st century, there was no place for homophobia. But, even so, he could not bear the idea that he might actually be homo_s_e_x_ual himself. By the time of which I write, however, he knew that he was not. Shortly after his 16th birthday he had somehow managed to talk his way into bed with a girl of the same age. He had not, on that first occasion, produced anything like an expert performance. It had all been over far too quickly, and I fear that the girl could not have been enormously impressed. But the experience had convinced him that he was, if anything, aggressively hetero_s_e_x_ual. By mid-December 2004, the time of which I write, he had settled into a delightful, and very active, relationship with Fiona. The thought of doing anything of a _s_e_x_ual nature with a boy was abhor! rent to him. But, and this was now something he had just come to accept as a fact of life, there was no doubt that one of the quickest ways he knows of becoming _s_e_x_ually aroused is to think of a slim, good-looking boy having his bottom smacked. And there was none more suited to that treatment, in Richard's mind, than Francis Dawnay.

In fairness to Richard I should make it clear, having dwelt on his desire to spank Francis again, that he is an honourable and decent young man who would never dream of punishing Francis unless the younger boy deserved punishment. Neither would he ever succumb to the temptation to elevate some very minor offence into one meriting a spanking. He just secretly hoped that Francis, who was a mischievous boy at heart, would once again do something which obviously and clearly required him to be punished.

I must now relate the gist of a conversation which took place on Tuesday 14th December 2004. Sophia Youngman was lunching with her friend Celia Johnstone. They had become friends through the friendship which had developed between their sons. Tobias (known universally as Toby) Johnstone was in the same form at school as Francis, and had been for some five years. Over that time they had become, I suppose you would say, best friends. Toby is a couple of months older than Francis. At the time of the incidents which I am to relate later, he was already 12. He was, I should really say "is", an extraordinarily attractive boy. From the fine mop of blond hair downwards absolutely nothing seems wrong or out of proportion. He is tall and slim. Not a sign of fat can be seen on him. His flesh is firm and muscular. His legs are long, but not so long as to make him gangly. They rise to a perfectly proportioned, firm, slim bottom. His piercing blue eyes complement a face which I have to say can properly be described as beautiful.

But Toby is not just a pretty face. He has a natural intelligence and charm which make him popular not just with other children but with adults as well. And, although he is certainly not arrogant, he is quite bright enough to know that his good looks can occasionally come in great use. When I was his age, oh so long ago, children did not grow up nearly as fast as they do now. When I turned 12 I still looked upon girls as though they were weird creatures from another planet, to be avoided whenever possible. Now, things are quite different. Both Toby and Francis devote considerable effort to the pursuit of the prettiest girls in their school. Both have had some success (only, I hasten to say, in that they have each discovered the delights of a chaste kiss on the lips and an innocent hug). But there can be no doubt that Toby does not have to work as hard at charming the fair _s_e_x_ as his friend does. It is not just in his relationship with girls of his age that Toby has understood how useful his angelic appearance is. Many is the time that he has avoided a detention in school by directing his winning smile at a female teacher. What is more, with some sort of innate instinct, he has identified one or two male teachers who are not exactly unmoved by his looks. They, too, have been known to treat him rather more leniently than they would other boys.

None of that is to say that Toby is never in trouble. Both he and Francis have a love of mischief which, inevitably, lands them in hot water sometimes. Both are quite used to spending boring hours in the school's detention room. Francis, as you already know, is subject to traditional discipline at home. Toby, too, has been brought up in what some might call an old-fashioned way. Until recently, of course, Francis has known that mischief can result in a sound spanking from his father. But, with Peter Youngman away on a long contract, he found that it was his mother who took over the job of correcting him. As you know, he thought that "gross". He considered himself to be far too old to have his bare bottom smacked by a woman. That problem had now gone, at least during Richard's school holidays. But it had been replaced by another. When Richard had smacked him he had instantly realised that punishments administered by the strong 17 year old boy were likely to be far more painful even than those his father had given him. Hence his, so far successful, efforts to keep out of trouble.

Toby had never been smacked by a man. His father died two months before his birth. He had been brought up alone by his mother, Celia. She lives for her son. She loves him with a deep passion. Most mothers can see no fault in their sons. She did not suffer from that blindness to the same extent as many, however. Yes, she is quite convinced that, in whatever trade or profession he chooses, he will excel. Yes, she is sure that he is the best sportsman of his age. Yes, she knows with absolute certainty that he is a genius, when he wants to be, at all academic work. But she also has a useful streak of toughness in her which enables her to recognise that Toby does have the odd small fault. From an early age she has occasionally felt it necessary to smack him, and smack him quite hard, when he went astray.

Toby has always accepted punishment with reasonably good grace. He knows very well that he has never been unjustly punished. He is mature enough to understand that his mother only punishes him for his own good, and that she loves him more than any other person in the world. But, for some months, he, like Francis, has grown to believe that the time when it was appropriate for him to be smacked by a woman has passed. That is the background to the conversation between the two mothers.

Celia raised the subject. "So, how are you coping with Peter's absence?", she asked, "do you find it a nightmare?"

"Well, darling, obviously I miss him dreadfully. I am sure you can guess how lonely I get in bed these days", she laughed naughtily as she spoke.

"At least you can look forward to a positive orgy when he gets back for Christmas."

"I know darling, it must be so awful for you. Although", another naughty chuckle, "I do sometimes envy your freedom to play the market."

Celia blushed slightly, but did not deny the implicit suggestion in what her friend had said. She quickly changed the subject. "But what about Francis, don't you find it difficult coping with him on your own? I mean, the boys are getting older now. I know that Toby must feel the absence of a man in the house. I certainly do when his mischief gets too much. I know it's awfully un-PC of me, but I'm afraid I've always been rather old fashioned with him. To be blunt, I have resorted to smacking his bottom quite a few times. Do you think I'm really evil?"

"Of course not darling, Peter absolutely insists on smacking Francis when he's naughty."

"That's the point I'm getting at I suppose", said Celia, "when Toby was younger I coped fine on my own. But now he's 12 I can see that it might be a bit much for me to go on smacking him. Which means, I suppose, that I will have to resort to the awful 'grounding' instead. You must have had the problem since Peter went away. How have you managed with that side of things?"

"Darling, you are so right. Francis was an absolute nightmare about being smacked by his mother. He calls it 'gross' and 'pants'. But things have been better recently. Do you know who I mean by Richard Youngman?"

"What red-blooded girl in the town doesn't! Now there's a boy who's bottom I wouldn't mind smacking."

"You wicked girl darling." Sophia giggled again. "But I see what you mean. He's an absolute dish isn't he? He'd be such a wonderful toy boy. But, sadly, he's already spoken for. Some quite undeserving teenager has snared him into her bed."

"I know, it's so sad isn't? Just imagine what girls of our age could do for him. Anyway, what about him?"

"Francis hasn't been in trouble for months. That's partly because he spends a lot of time with Richard. He's a frightfully good influence you know."

"Oh I do. Toby's gone along with Francis on a few of their tennis and cricket sessions. He hero worships Richard. But that hasn't stopped him being naughty."

"As I said, darling, it's only partly that. The main thing is that, last time Francis was seriously naughty I was up in London. He was going to spend that night with the Youngmans. Anyway I rang Richard and asked him if he'd do the dirty deed for me, you know, smack Francis's bottom for me."

"Goodness me, surely he didn't agree?"

"I had to do an awful lot of persuading darling, but eventually it worked. In the end, I think he just gave Francis the choice of being smacked there and then by him or waiting until I got back and being smacked by me. It must be all those hormones at work. The embarrassment of its getting out that his mother had smacked his bottom was probably just too much for him. So he opted for Richard doing it. By all accounts, it was terribly effective. Francis says it was 'awesome'. Anyway, I've made it clear that I won't hesitate to ask Richard again. That seems to have done the trick, touch wood."

"What a brilliant idea Sophia. I mean, I've obviously thought about asking Tim's brother, Jack", (Tim was Toby's late father), "to punish Toby for me, but it's such a risk. He's such a pretty boy and I'm never absolutely sure about Jack and _s_e_x_, if you know what I mean." She went on hurriedly, "I don't mean for one minute that I think he'd do anything improper with Toby, it's just that one does hear of men who actually enjoy spanking boys and I can't be 100% certain that Jack might not be one of them. And, if he is, well, though I say it myself, Toby is probably just the sort of boy he would like to smack. But there would never be any risk of that sort of thing with Richard. From all I hear he is the stud of the town. Can't keep out of the girls' knickers."

"That's exactly what I thought when I asked him darling. He's just such a gift. Francis thinks the world of him. He's so kind to Francis too, and I know he really hated hurting him. We all get a little suspicious about older boys or men showing too much interest in our sons. But that kind of thing is just unthinkable with Richard."

"I think you may have provided the answer for me, Sophia. Do you think Richard might agree to do the same for Toby? I know they get on frightfully well and I can't think Toby would resent it."

"He might agree. It would take a lot of persuasion though. How well do you know him?"

"Hardly at all, not nearly as well as I would like to." Another giggle.

"Well, darling, why not come to dinner with us? I will get Richard along as well. While the boys are playing, we can work on Richard. I'm sure he won't be able to resist a combined attack."

And so it was that, on Thursday 16th December Richard, Celia and Toby came to dinner with the Dawnays.

Toby and Francis went straight to Francis's room to play computer games and, no doubt, have inappropriate discussions with girls in internet chat rooms. Richard watched the two small bottoms disappear up the stairs and sighed as he thought how perfect they both were. But he was happy to stay down and chat with Celia and Sophia. The two women were both in their mid-thirties (having had their children young) and both were undeniably attractive. He had, in the past, been both flattered and amused when he had realised how much Sophia enjoyed flirting with him. He was wondering whether Celia might also be up for a little playful flirting. He was not to be disappointed.

They were still standing in the hall. The boys had got to Francis's room. Sophia gave the instruction ("come along darlings let's go and have a lovely little drink"). She opened the drawing room door. Richard stood back, waiting for the women to go in first. Celia could not resist it. Richard was wearing tight blue jeans with no jacket. She gazed at the outline of his gorgeous firm buttocks and, as if she had no control over it at all, she felt her right hand pat the bottom.

"None of that _s_e_x_ist stuff these days Richard, go in first".

Richard thought that the evening was looking very promising. He smiled and went into the drawing room.

The first half hour was devoted to small talk. Then Sophia got round to the purpose of the evening.

"Darling Richard", she began, "I've been meaning for ages to say what wonders you've done for Francis's behaviour. Ever since you so kindly smacked him for me he's been no trouble at all."

That took Richard aback a bit. There was no reason why it should. After all, at least in Sophia's eyes, there had been nothing sinister in the request to spank Francis. He was just surprised that the boy's mother should talk about something so private in the company of another woman. You must remember that he is only seventeen. It will be some time before he realise quite how frank women are when they are alone together.

He blushed a little. "Well, that's a relief. He's told me that you've said you would ask me to do it again if he's naughty. With any luck he will be firmly on the straight and narrow now and he'll never need another spanking."

"Oh darling I wouldn't place any bets on it. But at least he's managed to keep out of trouble for a few months now." She gave a wink to Celia, as her cue to make her own request.

"Richard, this will seem frightfully peculiar to you. After all, we hardly know each other. But Toby talks about you non-stop and Sophia's told me how terrific you've been with Francis."

Richard's pulse was already quickening. Could it possibly be that Toby was to join Francis as a spankee? He held his breath and waited.

"The thing is, Richard", Celia continued, "as I'm sure you know, Toby's father died before he was born and we live entirely alone. I mean, there's no man in the house. And the point is that Toby has got to an age when he really needs a man's influence and, just sometimes, a man's firm hand. I know that you've already done wonders for him. He absolutely worships you, which isn't surprising", her eyes took in his wonderful physique and she sighed, "and Sophia told me about what you did for Francis when she was in London that time. I just wondered whether you would possibly agree to do the same for Toby, if he ever needs it?" She hurried on, afraid of an immediate refusal, "with any luck it won't be needed at all, well hardly ever, if I tell him that you have agreed to smack him if he's naughty, and he asks Francis what it's like, my guess is that he'll steer clear of trouble anyway."

Richard appeared to ponder for a while and the two women waited with bated breath. He was, of course, working out his tactics. He was determined that he would leave the house that night with a firm agreement that, when needed, he would smack Toby's bottom. But he was also determined not to appear to be keen on the idea. At last he spoke.

"Well, I can't pretend that I was expecting anything like that. I don't want to be selfish or anything, but it's not exactly fun smacking a boy's bottom, especially when he is a mate. I really hated smacking Francis that time. I don't mean he didn't deserve it. I know he did and I know it was for his own good in the long run, but it was just very disagreeable to do. And I know I would feel the same about Toby. I don't mind telling you, I only did it for Sophia because Francis himself chose to have me doing it rather than his mother. I really can't be sure that Toby would feel the same way."

"Darling", interjected Sophia, "why don't we just ask the boy? If he says he'd rather be smacked by you than Celia you'll just have to say yes."

Richard was pretty sure that Toby would indeed opt for that course. After all, this was to be an entirely academic discussion. Toby, with the hopeless optimism of a 12 year old boy, would assume that he would be able to keep out of trouble. He, almost certainly, would share Francis's view of the 'grossness' of mothers smacking boys of his age. Above all, assuming Francis was present during the conversation, Toby would certainly not want to appear to take the coward's way out.

"Ok, if you're really sure about this, I agree. We can ask Toby. With any luck he'll declare the idea absolutely preposterous and we can forget all about it. But he mustn't be left in any doubt about it. I did get the impression that the spanking I gave Francis was pretty hard compared to what he's used to. I think he should come down too, and tell Toby absolutely frankly what he would be letting himself in for."

And so, Sophia went in search of the boys. They were not expecting supper for another half an hour and, at first, both were a bit disappointed about being required to come downstairs and take part in a grown ups' conversation. But they are polite boys, and they turned off the computer and made their way down.

Sophia gave the boys a glass of lemonade each and told them to sit on the sofa. They sat side by side, both feeling uncomfortable as they sensed that something out of the ordinary was about to be discussed. Celia launched straight into it.

"Toby darling, you know how you're always moaning about how inappropriate it is for me to spank you at your age?"

Toby immediately turned a bright shade of pink at the embarrassment of this topic being raised.

"Don't be gross Mum, Sophia and Richard don't want to hear stuff like that."

"Don't be silly darling. Everyone knows that boys your age sometimes need to be spanked. There's no need to be embarrassed about it. Francis gets spanked, don't you?" she asked, looking at the 11 year old. Now it was his turn to blush.

He muttered a response, "I s'pose so".

"There you are. Anyway, Toby, all I was going to say was that I agree with you. I don't think you should be smacked by your mother any more."

"Oh, right, thanks Mum. Just a funny time to say it. Can we go upstairs again?".

"No darling", Celia replied, "I haven't got on to the important bit. You probably don't know this, but Richard has very kindly taken responsibility for disciplining Francis while Peter is away. I think it would be a jolly good idea if he did the same for you. The trouble is that he is not at all keen on it. But, at last, I've persuaded him that, if you agree to the plan, he will also."

At this point Richard interjected. "I do rather share your embarrassment about all this Toby. I would never have subjected you to it, but I really would not be prepared to punish you if you get into trouble unless I knew that you accepted that I should. And there's another thing. It may not be for me to say it, but I am quite strong. Before you give your decision I want you to understand that a spanking from me is not a piece of cake. Do you agree Franky?"

Francis, now recovered from his embarrassment (and in fact having already told Toby about Richard's spanking), confirmed what he had already said in the past.

"Richard is well hard. I reckon that when he gave it to me it was the hardest anyone in our class has ever had. I'm not looking forward to getting it from him again, but when you get to our age, Tobes, you can't really expect anything different."

Toby, too, had overcome his embarrassment. It still didn't feel all that comfortable having everyone talking in this rather detached way about plans for smacking his own bottom, but now that Francis's earlier spanking was out in the open, and he didn't seem to mind talking about it, he didn't mind so much. He knew perfectly well that a spanking from Richard would be a very painful thing, much more painful than his mother ever managed. On the morning after Francis had been punished he had looked at his friend's bottom in the school changing room and could still see, although very faintly, the marks left by Richard's hand. His own experience had been that the marks of a spanking usually completely disappeared in no more than an hour. But, despite knowing all that, he had not the slightest hesitation.

"Cool", he said rather inappropriately, "I reckon being spanked it well gross, but if it's got to happen I'd want Richard to give it to me."

Richard made a few rather half-hearted remarks designed to make it look as though he was trying to get the boy to change his mind. But he was careful not to be too persuasive. And so it was firmly agreed, by the time they all sat down to dinner, that Richard would take over the job of spanking Toby as well as Francis.

There is another incident to be reported from that night. After dinner, the boys were allowed a further half an hour in Francis's room while Celia, Sophia and Richard had their coffee. When it was time to go, Celia went up to get her son. The boys were not quick enough when she opened the door. The picture of a naked girl on the computer screen was not clicked away before she saw it.

"Toby", she exclaimed, "that is absolutely disgusting. If you think you're going to the disco tomorrow, you've got another think coming."

Sophia had followed her up. She heard the commotion and entered the room.

"What is it darling?, she asked Celia.

"They were looking at pornography on the internet. I've told Toby he's not going to the disco tomorrow."

Sophia glared at her own errant son. "And neither are you young man".

Both boys started to protest at once. It was so unfair, everyone else would be there. Anyway, everyone looks at porn these days. You can't help it, when you do a search for something really innocent, you just get dirty pictures. The protestations went on. Sophia, despite the appearance she chose to give the world, was pretty clued up about modern technology. She walked to the computer, clicked the mouse a few times and then turned to the boys.

"Darlings, you really are dreadful. The internet history shows nothing but pornography."

The boys realised that the game was up. Toby left in disgrace. Francis remained, equally in disgrace, in his bed room.

On the following morning, at school, the boys huddled together to discuss their miserable fate.

"I was just beginning to get somewhere with Miranda", said Francis forlornly, "I bet I'd have got a snog with her tonight."

"Same with me and Anne", said Toby, "I've almost pulled. Tonight would have done it. It's so bloody unfair. I mean, they could have got Richard to smack us. Instead they choose the worst punishment ever."

"It's not much fun getting smacked by Richard, but I do agree. _f_u_c_k_ing rents". I do apologise for the language, but I must report everything accurately.

"Hey", said Toby, after a moment's thought, "why don't we ask our mums to get Richard to smack us instead? I know it'll be well bad, but it's better than staying at home tonight."

Francis thought for a moment. "No, I've got a better idea", he said, "I vote we get Mum to agree that you can come round to our place tonight, for a sleepover. She's got her Bridge club coming tonight. She'll stay in the drawing room all night and won't want us downstairs. As soon as they arrive, we get out of my window and climb down the drainpipe. We'll go to the disco and then come back before the bridge club go home. Mum will never know. If we get caught we are bound to be smacked for it, but at least this way there's a chance we'll get away scot free."

The plan was made. Sophia agreed to the sleepover. You might be surprised at that, but, in fact, she thought it an excellent idea. She loved Francis enormously, but she also liked her bridge club not to be disturbed by eleven year old boys. If Toby were staying, she could be confident that both boys would stay well out of her way.

At 7.30 that night the first of the bridge players arrived. Toby and Francis had already had their supper and they now retired to Francis's room, with stern injunctions not to look at pornography on the computer.

As soon as they were in the room, both boys stripped off their school uniforms. They had decided not to change earlier because they hoped that, when Sophia saw them still in uniform, she would be reassured that they had no plans to go to the disco.

Toby stripped completely. He explained why. "You never know how lucky you might be. If I pull tonight I want to be in clean boxers."

Francis knew, as well as Toby did, that the need for clean underwear was entirely the stuff of fantasy, but that didn't stop him following his friend's lead. The two boys were stark naked. Toby turned to get his clothes out of his overnight bag and Francis looked at the 12 year old's firm and slim bottom.

"What colour do you think our bums are going to be later?", he laughed as he spoke.

"White as snow, I hope", said Toby, "but even if they are scarlet it will be worth it."

He pulled up his freshly cleaned red boxers and then his smart, rather tight, white trousers.

"Aren't you going to wear baggy jeans?", asked Francis, who tried to stick to the current fashions.

"No way. Chicks usually go for tight bums in guys. You should try it. Soon as they see your bum like that they just want to dance with you and stroke your bum. Works every time."

Francis thought for a moment, and then decided that maybe his friend had a point. He discarded his jeans (which were something like four sizes too big for him) and picked a pair of tight cords.

Once they were dressed to their satisfaction, Francis eased open the sash window and climbed out onto the thin ledge outside. This was something he had done several times before, usually when he had been banished to his room for some misdemeanour, and he had no difficulty in feeling his way along to the drain pipe. He was down in seconds. Toby took a moment or two longer, but had soon safely joined his friend. They tiptoed through the garden and out onto the street.

The disco had started at 7 o'clock. It was intended for boys and girls of 11 to 18 years of age and so, because the younger ones would have to be home for bed fairly early, a large crowd had already gathered. For the first ten minutes Toby and Francis stood, rather self-consciously, sipping cocoa cola together. For all the talk about clean boxers and tight trousers, neither was as experienced at "pulling" as he would like the other to believe. But the boys' good looks did eventually do the trick. Francis was quite pleased with himself when the first girl to approach turned out to be Miranda. She asked him if he wanted to dance. He readily agreed, and left Toby on his own. But it was not to be for long. Miranda and Anne had been standing together before Miranda made her move. Anne quickly followed. Soon, both boys were dancing energetically with the girls upon whom both had set their sights.

There were, of course, other pretty girls and other handsome boys at the disco. But our happy foursome were entirely pleased with what they had got. They danced together for at least an hour. Francis glowed with satisfaction when, after about half an hour, he felt Miranda's hand pressing the firm flesh of his bottom. A quarter of an hour later he risked a move himself. She, too, was wearing tight trousers and he thrilled as he felt her slim round bottom through them. At the other end of the dance floor Toby was doing just as well with Anne. The boys were in heaven.

After the first hour the foursome got together again, for more cocoa cola. The next part of the plan, in both boys' minds (and actually in the girls' as well) was to step outside for a bit of kissing and cuddling. Toby made the suggestion.

"Well hot in here isn't it, anyone fancy a breath of air?".

"Cool" the other three echoed at once. They slipped out of the hall and onto the pavement. Nature being what it is, it didn't take long for the first kisses to be exchanged. Within moments the two couples were deeply entwined. Although they kissed on the lips, and continued to stroke each other's bottoms, there was not the slightest possibility of things going as far as to lead to the need for clean boxers. Nevertheless, the four children were undoubtedly blissfully happy with their lot.

It was Mrs Robertson who did for the boys. She was hurrying home from a drinks party. She passed the town hall and saw the innocent young lovers. She smiled to herself, and crossed the road so as not to embarrass them by letting them know she had seen them. When she got home she just could not resist ringing her old friend, Celia Jonhstone.

"Celia", she said as soon as the telephone was answered, "I just had to tell you. I saw the most adorable scene as I passed the town hall. Your Toby and young Francis Youngman were completely locked in the arms of two incredibly beautiful girls. They do grow up quickly, don't they?".

"But that's awful, Liz. Do tell me you're mistaken."

"Oh really Celia, don't be such a prude. They aren't going to go to bed you know."

"It's not that. I'm rather proud when I hear how Toby does so well with the girls. It's just that both boys have been banned from the disco, as a punishment. They are meant to be at the Youngmans' house tonight."

"Oh no, how awful of me to tell on them. You must forget this conversation completely."

"That", said Celia in her most steely voice, "I will certainly not do. But don't worry, I won't say who told me".

It was just possible, she realised, that Celia, in her desire to keep the boys away from the bridge evening, had relented and let them go to the disco. If so, she could hardly be cross with Toby, but, if not, she would be very cross indeed. She decided, even though she knew it would not be welcome, to ring her friend.

"Hello", unusually terse for Sophia, "who is it, can I ring you back?".

"I'm so sorry Sophia, but it's important. Just tell me, did you let the boys go to the disco after all?".

"Of course not darling? They will be safely tucked up in bed by now. We'll chat tomorrow. Bye bye darling."

"They aren't tucked up in bed. Last seen they were tucked into the arms of two girls outside the disco."

Even Sophia now recognised that the conversation could not be abruptly halted now. In fact, because she was dummy that round, her presence was not required at the table. She reconciled herself to continuing the discussion.

"You can't be serious darling. They went up to Francis's room at 7.30. If they'd tried to get downstairs I'd have heard them."

"I just hope you're right. Why don't you go and check?"

Sophia agreed. She put the telephone receiver on the table and sprinted up the stairs. Sure enough, Francis's room was empty. The window was wide open. She ran down again.

"Oh darling, you were right", she breathlessly spoke into the receiver, "the little rascals".

"I think I might be tempted to rather stronger language", said Celia. "I think it's time Richard performed again, and this time on both boys."

"Of course, darling, you're quite right. They must have their bottoms smacked, but I do rather admire them. Were the girls pretty?"

Celia melted a bit. She, too, was secretly pleased with her son's success with the opposite _s_e_x_. "My informant tells me they were real corkers. But", her voice became harsher again, "the boys have got to be punished. I don't suppose you could ring Richard and arrange it could you?"

"Oh darling, any other day, but we are about to deal again. Would you awfully mind doing it? You can tell him that he can come round tonight and do it. I'll give you his mobile number."

Richard was walking towards the disco himself when the telephone rang. His girlfriend was away and he had not intended to go, but he was getting bored at home and he thought there was nothing to be lost by wandering down to the town hall. He heard Celia's voice and smiled as he thought that her flirting was quite good fun.

"Richard, I am so sorry to disturb you."

"Not at all, Celia, it's cool to hear you."

"It's about the boys I'm afraid".

Richard's pulse quickened again. Could this be the call he dreamt of?

"What's the trouble. I hope they are ok".

"I gather they are having the time of their lives, at the disco".

Richard, of course, knew all about the punishment.

"Ah", he said, "and you and Sophia didn't change your minds about that?".

"No, we did not. I know it's dreadful to ask you at this time of night, and do leave it to the morning if you want to, but Sophia and I are both absolutely agreed that the boys must be spanked. They are staying the night at the Youngmans, Sophia said to tell you that you could come round this evening if you want. My guess is that they will be back before her bridge party is over, so as not to risk her going upstairs. That could be any time in the next three quarters of an hour."

Richard was not in the slightest distressed by this change of plan.

"Don't worry", he said, "I'll sort it all out."

He turned round and set off in the direction of the Youngman's house. He arrived as the last hand was being dealt. He stood respectfully at the back of the room while the bidding took its course. Once again, Sophia was dummy. She left the table and ushered Richard into the hall.

"Darling", she said, "this is so kind of you. Honestly, they are such naughty boys. They really do deserve to have their bottoms smacked terribly hard, poor things. I haven't had a chance to check whether they are back yet. You couldn't be a perfect angel and run upstairs and check for me could you? If they are still not there, just come down and have a drink and we'll check in another half an hour."

Richard was quite relieved not to have to go straight back into the drawing room and watch bridge. He gratefully agreed and made his way upstairs. The light was on in Francis's bedroom. The window was open. The room was empty. He decided against returning to the drawing room. Everyone seemed to think that the boys would be back very soon. He sat on a chair, out of sight of the window, and waited.

It was only five minutes later that he heard a rustling of leaves outside. It was soon followed by urgent whispering, and then by Toby, jumping from the window ledge onto the floor. The boy did not bother to look around the room. He leant out of the window to help his friend in. A moment later, both boys were standing in the room. Richard coughed.

As one, Toby and Francis turned and saw their seventeen year old friend. As one, they worked out what was about to happen to them.

Richard gazed at the two guilty looking boys. He took in their delightfully tight trousers and sighed as he thought what he was about to do. After a moment or two, he spoke.

"Disco fun, was it?".

They knew there was no point in denying it. Francis spoke for them.

"It was just so unfair Richard, you must see that."

"And I suppose you think that it will be very unfair if I now give you both a good hiding?"

They both allowed their hands to stroke their slim bottoms. Then Toby spoke.

"I s'pose we do deserve it."

Sadly, Francis nodded his head in agreement.

Richard moved towards them.

"Who's going to be first?".

Francis turned to Toby, "you're the guest, do you want to be first or second?".

Toby gulped as he looked at Richard's large hands. "If you don't mind, I'd rather get it over and done with."

"That's cool", said Francis, "I don't mind".

Richard put his arm round Toby's waist and pulled the boy close to him, so that he could feel his bottom pressing against his thighs. He slowly undid the belt with his left hand. Then the button and then the zip. He backed towards the bed and sat firmly down, legs apart, with the errant boy standing between them. Then, just as slowly, he eased the trousers down to the floor. For a moment he just looked at the long, slim, firm legs rising to the red boxers and imagined what the boy's bottom would look like. Then he gently turned Toby and pushed him down into the require position. As with Francis on the previous occasion, he was meeting with no resistance but, as with Francis, he still chose to lock the boy between his legs and grip his hands with his own left hand. Next he slipped the boxers down, with his hand between them and the warm flesh. At last, a sight he had dreamt of on many occasions, Toby's absolutely perfect bottom in place for a spanking. He rested his hand on the splendidly firm cheeks. He felt them tense. But he was in no hurry. There was silence for a moment. Then he spoke.

"As you're 12, I propose to give you 12 smacks. Does that sound reasonable?"

It didn't at all, but Toby was no coward. "Yup", he muttered and felt his tummy churning over.

Slowly Richard raised his hand above his head. Francis was watching, mesmerised. His heart was beating furiously. His hands were clammy. He wiped them on the seat of his tight trousers. There was a pause as Richard's hand got as high as it could and he looked down at the creamy white flesh. Then, in a sudden movement, he smashed down. The sound of the smack echoed round the room. Toby yelped in surprise at the force of the blow. Francis winced in sympathy (and in anticipation of what would happen to him). Richard raised his hand and watched the bottom getting pinker and pinker. The first smack, he thought to himself, was the best. There was something about seeing the outline of his own hand on a boy's bottom. Then he slammed down again. This time Toby managed not to make a sound. But he was aware that he was being spanked as he had never been before. His bottom was stinging already, and he had another ten to go. Pink turned red. A pause, the third tremendous whack. Red was already turning scarlet. On the tenth smack, Toby yelped again. His whole body jerked involuntarily. But Richard held him firm. The final two were very quick, but just as hard as the earlier ones. He allowed his hand to rest on the burning hot bottom for a moment. Then he eased the boy up and watched as Toby grabbed his bottom and rubbed it hard. The lad's eyes were watering, but he was blinking furiously and, in a moment, the worst was over.

Richard rose and approached Francis. He had feared that the boy might have started undressing already. He particularly liked the preparatory steps which Francis had taught him. He was not cheated out of them. He went through precisely the same movements with Francis. Soon once again, he was contemplating another ideal bottom. Again, he was resting his hand on the flesh. Again, he spoke about the number of smacks.

"And how many do you think I should give you Franky?". It was a bit of a test. He waited for the answer.

"12 of course. Tobes and I are in this together."

"Then 12 it shall be."

And twelve it was. Francis was prepared for the force. This time, he didn't make a sound until the tenth, and that was the slightest of squeaks. Once again, Richard gave the last two rapidly. Again, he felt the heat on the boy's bottom. Again, with a sigh of reluctance, he allowed the boy to rise and rub his throbbing bottom.

Richard waited while Francis composed himself. Toby was clearly already much better. Francis was in a moment or two.

"So, lads", Richard spoke in his familiar kind and gentle tone, "did you pull tonight?".

The same thought went through both boys' minds: being spanked by Richard might be bloody agony, but at least he didn't rub it in by being impossibly cross. Soon they were excitedly boasting of their conquests of Miranda and Anne and, when Richard finally left the room, all three were as content as ever they had been.

Once again, Richard's girlfriend was away. But this time he swore to himself that he would save it until she got back the following evening. It was difficult, but somehow he managed. Fiona, of course, had no idea why her young lover was on such good form, but she enjoyed it enormously.


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