Part I
(This is a story about a family who's boys I baby-sat for a weekend. Some of it is true, most of it isn't though. I just put in a few extra details of how I would of liked things to have gone.)
I arrived at the Mitchell's house at 6:30 on Friday evening. I was going to be babysitting their four boys for the weekend, and I was pretty excited about it. "If any of them give you any trouble don't hesitate to spank them," Mrs. Mitchell told me.
First, allow me to introduce the boys. Stephen was the oldest and had just turned 14. Then there was David, and he was 11. Bryan was six and Timmy was the youngest at three.
I thought that it was going to be a rather easy weekend, but boy was I wrong. The minute their parents left they began to test my patience. I finally could not take anymore and I had them sit down on the couch for a short lecture.
"I'm sure that each of you remember the last thing your mother told me before they left," I said. "Now, the next one of you who acts up is going to get their little fanny spanked. Is that clear?"
David gave a sort of smirking look and then looked at the other boys. "He's just kidding. He wouldn't really spank us."
"Is that so?" I said, looking at David. "Well, just to show you that I mean business, you can be the first to get a spanking from me this weekend. That way your brothers will know exactly what to expect if they act up."
As I grabbed David's arm and pulled him off the couch a sudden look of fear overcame him. "Please don't spank me," he begged. "I promise I'll be good from now on."
"You should have thought about that before," I told him as I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down.
"What are you doing?" Stephen asked.
"Pulling his pants down," I replied.
"Our mom and dad don't pull our pants down to spank us," he told me.
"I am not your mom or dad, and when I spank naughty boys, I spank them on their bare bottoms," I said. I pulled down David's underwear, and he blushed with embarrassment as everything became exposed in front of his brothers. I pulled him across my knees and began to smack his naked, little bottom with my hand as the other boys watched. David began to immediate kick and cry. His bottom reddened very quickly, and I didn't lift him off my knees until his entire bottom was fiery red.
David stood there sobbing as I pulled his pants back up. "Now, do any of you others need to have your little fannies spanked?" I asked. They shook their heads, and I knew that I had gotten my point across.
Trying to get the boys to bed at their specified times wasn't easy. Timmy was the youngest, so he had to go to bed first. Mrs. Mitchell had already gotten him ready for bed before she left, and all he was wearing was a disposable diaper which was now obviously sagging.
As I took Timmy by the hand and walked him up to his room he began to pout. "I don't wanna go to bed," he whined. As I picked him up and laid him on his bed to change his diaper, he began to kick and whine even more.
"Do you want me to spank your little fanny?" I asked him. He just kept right on kicking and whining. I finally picked him back up and carried him over to a chair. I unfastened the tapes of his wet diaper, removed it, and then laid the naked 3-year-old across my knees. I rubbed my hand over his bare, little bottom, which was a bit damp, and then I began to spank him. Timmy screamed loudly, and I felt guilty about soundly spanking the bare bottom of such a small boy.
With Timmy's little bottom very red and sore I laid him back down on his bed as he cried. I took some baby lotion and powder and rubbed a generous amount all over his bottom and wee-wee. I then put a clean diaper on him and left him lying there on his bed.
I had the same problem when I tried to put Bryan to bed. Everytime I tried to lay him in his bed, he would get right back up. I finally pulled his pajama bottoms down and pushed his knees up into his chest. I soundly spanked his upturned, naked bottom. I was satisfied when he rolled over on to his stomach after I spanked him, too sore to lie on his back.
After putting the three younger boys to bed I went downstairs to watch t. v. with Stephen. He was sitting on the couch, stripped to his underpants. Minutes later when I looked over at Stephen, I noticed his hand inside his underwear. I discreetly pulled his hand out, not making a big deal of it. It was only a few minutes later when I found him with his hand inside his underwear again. This time I pulled his hand out and smacked it hard as if he were a little 2-year-old.
"One more time and you're getting a spanking," I warned him.
Five minutes went by and Stephen's hand was in his underwear for a third time. He noticed when I looked over at him and he pulled his hand out. "Are you gonna spank me?" he asked.
"I told you that if I caught you doing that again I was going to," I reminded him.
Stephen got up and pushed his underwear down as he bent himself over my knees. Just like I had with the other boys, I could feel his penis against my knee. The only difference was I could tell Stephen was rock-hard. He eagerly pushed his butt upward, waiting for my hand to slap it. I rubbed my hand over his naked bottom for a moment and then began to swat him.
"Not so hard!" he begged, trying to reach his hand back to protect his rear.
"If you don't keep that hand away it's going to be a lot harder. Your fanny is supposed to hurt during a spanking, and I'm going to make sure it does," I told him as I smack his plump, little buns. As I continued to smack his naked butt-cheeks he began to cry.
"Aaaahhhh, my butt!" he sobbed as he wiggled around on my knees, trying to escape.
I spanked Stephen for two minutes straight. By that time his tender bottom was completely raw. He was crying loudly. I laid him back on the couch with his knees over mine. His undies were still down and I reached for his penis.
"No, please don't," he begged with a horrified look.
I firmly gripped his penis and stroked it. He became really hard. I played with his _c_o_c_k_ and balls, and suddenly he began to moan. A large load of white, sticky cum shot out of his _c_o_c_k_ and into my hand. I wiped his _c_o_c_k_ off and then pulled up his underwear.
It seemed like I spent the entire weekend with a boy across my knees, getting his bare bottom blistered. Each boy got their bottoms spanked at least halfa-dozen times. Before each spanking I began to spread the boy's bottoms and put my lubricated finger up their little butt-holes. I kept my finger inside them until they relaxed and were ready to be spanked.
Part II coming soon.