Look! Another RL inspired story from the Angus files!
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When Angus was 12, he acted like most 12 year olds at the time. Basically a good kid around me, but a real terror around his friends. When he was around me and his friends, usually the obnoxios side won out.
Once, when his father (a low life named Eddie, who really didn't give a rat's ass about his son) was out of town, Angus was suppose to stay at my apartment. When he didn't show by 6pm I called down to see where he was.
"HELLO!" A loud, squeaky voice answered the phone; it was loud because there was a lot of noise and music coming from behind the voice. It was squeaky because it belonged to a prepubsecent kid.
"Is Angus there?" I asked, finding myself shouting.
"Yeah, one second dude..." then I heard the phone drop to the ground and laughter. I hung up before Angus answered, so furious at the kid for disappointing me again like that.
I looked around the aparment and found "his" brush. I hadn't had to use it in a month or so, but this time was going to be different. I left the apartment and walked down four blocks to the crummy little house he shared with Eddie.
I looked in through the window and saw about four other kids there - all boys. They were watching what looked like a soft core porn film on Skinamax. I also could smell the distinct aroma of pot. _d_a_m_n_ that brat! I was sure he had learned his lesson months ago when he first tasted the brush. Well, some people have a hard time learning...
I went and knocked on the door. Angus' friend, Shawn answered. He was wearing just his jean shorts. He had a cigerette dangling from his mouth.
"Yeah," the _s_h_i_t_ head mumbled.
"Where's Angus?" I asked.
"Angus! That dude is here," Shawn said, leaving the door. Angus stumbled up and was obviously stoned.
"Hey, Tom," he said, as if nothing was going on. "What's up?"
"You were suppose to be at my place an hour ago, Angus," I said walking in.
"Well, you see," he said, chuckling, "Shawn and the rest of the gang stopped on by for a party."
"Angus, you need to come with me now," I said as cooly as I could. I looked around the room at the little runts and suddenly realized that I was the one at the disadvantage. If they had really wanted to, the sheer number of them could have overtook me. I had to stay cool, though.
"Man, this is my house," he said, sitting on his father's disgustingly stained sofa. "I may have to do what you want at your place, but here..."
He stopped cold. Just then he noticed The Brush, and he knew I was in no mood to argue with him.
"On second thought, this was kind of a lame party..." he said, beginning to shoe everyoe out.
"Not so fast, Angus," I said, walking over to the couch and grabbing him by the wrist. "I think your friends might be interested to see what happens to you when you are bad."
"No, I don't think they do," he said, nervously.
"No, I think they do, right guys?" I asked. They all nodded, most of them with big grins on their faces; this was turning out to be quite a party after all!
"Can't we just do it later????" he anxiously asked.
"Dude, this is the time for you to be the life of the party!" I said, as I began to unsnap his jeans.
SLAP!
"Ouch!" The little _s_h_i_t_ slapped my hand.
"I can do it!" He then growled at me, now trying to give off the impression that this was not a big deal after all. He looked around the room at his friends and pointed at them, as he slowly let his jeans slide down. "You guys pay attention, and you'll see how tough I can be!"
Man! I thought. The little _f_u_c_k_er really was stoned!
He then looked back at me with the _c_o_c_k_iest smile on his face, as he then slid down his underpants and quickly draped himself over my knees, then arching his butt high in the air, almost demanding to be spanked.
Not saying another word myself, I lifted the brush high in the air. There was a gasp from a couple of the other boys who had not noticed the brush.
SPANK!! The first one came down really hard. Usually I use my hand first, followed by the brush, but this time I wanted to go right to town with the brush and get this overwith.
SPANK!!! Angus twitched a little bit, but he kept his butt pretty still.
SPANK!!! Still not a reaction! It was like he was openly defying me.
SPANK!!! He bare butt was turning a nice share of red, and by the gleem in the eye of his friends I could tell they were really enjoying this.
SPANK!!! He exhaled deeply and hung his head over my knees for a moment before raising it up again.
"Is that the best you can _f_u_c_k_ing do?" he said, looking at me. He was defying me, the little _f_u_c_k_!!!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!! I landed the next five very quickly as he quivered just a bit. I could see him biting his lip, as he tried to hold back any tears. His friends squirmed in their seats at that last five.
Then, the unexpected happed. As I was pondering whether or not I should just keep spanking him with the brush until he was a blubbering mass of boy, or should I leave well enough alone at 10, Angus farted!
Oh my god! It was the single funniest thing that could have happed! All of the kids, and especially Angus, let out a loud laugh at that one. Even I had to hold back a chuckle. That is, before I put the brush down and continued tanning his naked butt really good with my hand.
SMACK! SMACK! He friends gasped in horror, that I would continue with his punishment. SMACK! SMACK!! He got a good twenty hand whacks that time. SMACK! SMACK! "Wow! Your ass matches your head!" one of the other kids said. SMACK! SMACK!!And before too long he was crying for real. SMACK! SMACK! "Look at that baby go!" another of the kids said. SMACK! SMACK!! All of his tough guy friends got to watch him wail. SMACK! SMACK! "_d_a_m_n_! Angus! You are one big baby!" Shawn added, to tons of laughter. SMACK! SMACK!! I figured if he was too embarrassed to be around them from then on, then that was a pretty good thing.. SMACK! SMACK! Angus' peers got a good laugh at his expense after all. SMACK! SMACK!! And I taught him a lesson about defying me.
I told him to go stand in the corner with his pants down as his friends picked up and helped clean up that dump of a place. They then had to leave without saying goodbye to Angus, who was still crying, red and very sore.
When we were alone I gave him the lecture to end all lectures. I was still so livid at him for everything that I had seen, that when he didn't answer me quickly I lost it, and put him back over my knee for a number of additional wacks that really had him crying up a storm.
We made it to my aparment that night, where he stayed (without incident) for the rest of the weekend. He did finally stop hanging out with those kids. Just as I thought, the never ending teasing by them made it unbearable for him to be around them.
That wasn't the only time Angus farted when he was being spanked. It happened about three or four more times over the course of the next year or so. And every time he did (if it was a real spanking or just a fun spanking), I would stop and we would share a really hearty laugh, which surprisingly really brought us together even more.