My name is Evan Ryans. I am 28 years old, and I firmly believe in spanking. Well, I don't have any kids of my own, me and my girlfriend haven't even discussed ANYTHING about marriage yet, and I am still advancing in my career as an animator, and doing a lot of travelling. Not really ideal for settling down or anything, but maybe I will do so in 5, 6, 7 years. But I've seen enough misbehaving, rude, recalcitrant, disrespectful, or any other adjective you can think of kids to affirm my belief that when I do, I will surely spank them when they deserve it.
My best friend has a 15 year old son, and a 10 year old daughter. He had to go on a quite lengthy business trip to Africa, and saved a lot of money by sending Jimmy over to his aunt's place. His daughter was with his wife, elsewhere. Now Jimmy really hated staying at his aunt's place. It was pure hell for him, for he wouldn't be allowed to stay out past 7 pm, his aunt didn't understand him, and was a very strict old governess type lady. It was even more than that, but I've said enough. Suffice it to say, the day before his dad was to leave, he just blurted out "Can I stay with Evan?".
I looked at my best friend, Craig, and said, "You know what, I don't mind him staying here for a few weeks." Jimmy is a good boy. He's about 5'6", blonde, pretty tan, boyish, hardly any body hair, and has that sort of non-jock type face. Not a nerdy / geeky type, but just like a boyish kid down the block type, and so he didn't do wild things like some other undisciplined teens out there.
"Dude, Evan. He gives you any trouble, send him straight over to his aunt's, alright?" Craig told me this aside, at the airport, right before his flight left.
"You know what I'd do if he was my son, causing trouble."
"I know. I don't believe in corporal punishment, ok? It's just... not right."
"C'mon! Corporal punishment, what the hell kind of term is that? That makes it sound like some kind of cruel and unusual punishment or something. It's called a spanking."
"Hey, Evan, my flight is ready. Just send him to his aunt's if he's trouble. That'd be worse punishment for him than a, er, spanking anyway."
Good point, Craig, I thought, as he left. That's a really good _f_u_c_k_ing point. And I smiled. Then, right before I turned to leave the stewardess blocked my path and gave me the mandatory, "mmmmbuh-bye. Buh-bye. NO....buh-bye. Buh bye. Uh huh. Buh-bye."
I left Jimmy at my apartment, and when I got back, he was sitting on the couch reading Penthouse. "Hey, Jimmy, you know you're to young to read that."
"Awww, get real, Evan." (He knew me well enough he just called me Evan.)
"What would your aunt do if she caught you reading that, huh?"
"HAH!" He snorted. "That would be unprecedented! Oh my god..." (He liked using the word 'unprecedented' recently. I thought this was pretty funny, myself.)
"Yeah, well, hey where was that anyway?" I saw my drawer open. I grabbed it from him and threw it back in and closed it. "Please don't go through my drawers, Jimmy, alright?"
"Alright, I'm sorry."
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My previous roomate died in a car accident a few months back, so I began renting the apartment all for myself. I thought I was making enough money now to do so. So Jimmy was sleeping in Rob's old room. "You're lucky," I told him, "You'd be sleeping on the couch otherwise!"
Jimmy was pretty lucky, he got to live in this apartment with me, a cool guy, at least by his standards when compared with his "evil" Aunt Unice. But he didn't show it in gratitude! A few days later, I caught him going through my folders on the computer. "What are you going through that for?!" I yelled.
"What's wrong?"
"Don't you know that could be private? You have to learn not to just look at people's stuff, whether on a computer or in real life!"
"C'mon, chill man."
"Chill? What? Look, I'm not one of your classmate friends, _f_u_c_k_ing around, passing things off! I'm serious. I don't want you staying here if you keep doing this! I'll just drive you over to your aunt's and that will be that!"
"Don't, c'mon. That would suck."
"You know, if you were my son, I'd just spank you for that."
"You what? What, you mean you'd beat me?!"
"No. I wouldn't beat you. I'd spank you. But you're not my son. I respect your dad. We're best friends. He suggested taking you to your aunt's. And that's all I can do. I guess he sort of predicted bad behavior on your part."
"Man, I didn't even do anything."
"Listen to me, Jimmy. I know going through my folder isn't really a lot, but it's the principle." I was pointing my finger and lecturing without taking action. That's not really my style, but my hands were tied in this situation. "It's the fact that I gave you an order, and you purposely went against it. It could've been something as big as don't kill my cat, to something stupid like don't look out that window there. You just gotta respect my house, period!"
"ok ok, OK! I will. Alright?" His words were concurring, but his tone of voice was that of an equal to me. And he wasn't. He was my dependant right now, under my care. Not a roomate. A minor, a boy, not an adult.
"Ok, Jimmy. Thank you. I don't want to turn into a big asshole, but just please, ok? Thanks."
*** Jimmy was sitting on the couch daydreaming. His thoughts drifted over to Evan's lecture, and his mention of spanking. Some of Jimmy's friend's were spanked, and related stories of it, and many times Jimmy fantasized about getting a hot spanking by a strong man, or "dad". Sometimes he would jerk off to that fantasy. This time he was thinking of Evan doing it. He thought of it before, but it just didn't work as a fantasy. He knew Evan too well, and that sort of ruined the fantasy. But the more he thought of it, Evan became a more realistic character in his fantasy, and by now, he could jerk off to that too. (A 15 year old boy entering puberty jerks off a lot! To a lot of different things, too!) Well he was sporting a raging hard on (not visible) sitting there in his shorts and T-Shirt thinking of just that when Evan walked in ***
"Hey, Jimmy," I called.
"W-what? Oh, hey Evan," he replied. [Jimmy's hard on shrunk fast, Evan jolting his fantasy like that. He sort of lost all thoughts of that fantasy and shook his head. It was not possible at all, anyway.....]
Anyway, the rest of the day carried on, but next week, well let's just say an unspanked teen gets into a lot more trouble than his properly corrected counterpart.
Now, I usually didn't walk into his room and I gave him all his privacy. He might've even been able have gotten away with having _s_e_x_ in there if I was knocked out tired and he stayed up late. But one day I went in there, right before he came home from playing ball in the local park, to look for an old letter of mine I thought I probably left in there. Strange smell in there though. It was an old smell I hadn't smelled for years. Many years! Sniff...sniff... "Is somebody..... Is somebody.........SMOKING SOME POT?" I'm sure that's what it was! YES! I remember that smell! _s_h_i_t_! So the first drawer I opened there was leftover stash in there. Just a little. Obviously he wasn't addicted, or a drug user. He just had his little dime there to try it out. But I was furious for a different fact. He disrespected my house again. He brought in, true, a mild, but still, ILLEGAL substance in here! Just then he came home.
"JIMMY!!!"
"Huh?" He came by his door.
"What the _f_u_c_k_?" I threw the stash at him.
"It's just a little---"
"You think I don't know what that is? I recognized that smell the instant I walked in here! [a bit of embellishment on my part...] You're disrespecting my house again!!!"
"Hey, c'mon, it looks like you were going through MY stuff this time."
"I'll have you know, Jimmy, that this house belongs to me, and I was looking for something of MINE I forgot in MY room, my DEAD roomate's room, which I'm letting YOU sleep in. Understand? SECOND, this _s_h_i_t_ is illegal! If it was legal, I wouldn't be so mad. But it still stinks up the place, which also disrespects my house! But this leaves a smell AND is illegal! What do you think?"
"I...I'm sorry, Evan, I---"
"Sorry's not good enough. Let's go. To auntie's house we go." I grabbed his shoulder and started walking him to the car.
"NO, c'mon Evan, no! Please! I'm sorry!"
"If you were my son, I'd teach you real quick, but I'm going to have to do the only thing I can, and just take you to your aunt's."
"NO, Anything but that! Please!" He was begging because I actually walked him to my car and opened the door and pushed him in. "Please, Evan! What if, what if I was your son? You--"
"You know exactly what I'd do if you were my son! But I can't spank you! Ok?"
"Yes you can! Please! Just don't send me over there, Evan!" I remembered the fateful words spoken to me at the airport: "buh-bye. Mmmmmbuh-bye." NO, not those words, dammit! Craig's words: "Auntie's house would be a worse punishment than a spanking anyway..." Yes, it would......
I pulled Jimmy out of the car, turned him around, and swatted his butt. SLAP! "I think you might want to go to auntie's rather than get a spanking, Jimmy! It's the easy way out!"
I noticed him smile a little. He thought my spankings would be nothing. I smiled inside, as well. "Fine, Jimmy. I'll do it then. I won't spank you now, because our agreement starts now, not 10 minutes ago...but I catch you doing ANYTHING bad, that's it. OK?"
"Y-yeah, Evan. Ok."
"Yer gonna be begging to go to your auntie's," I said as I walked back in the house.
5 hours later. Jimmy is drinking orange juice from the carton. That's a habit I'm sure he's used to, one I now will correct. "Jimmy! What did I say about respect! What's putting your lips all over that? Respect?"
"N, no...?" He was still wearing his Black shorts cut above the knee, T-shirt, sneakers, ankle socks. Perfect. This blonde almost pre-puberty teenage boy was mine now. I dragged him by his earlobe to my room. "OOOWWW!!!" I pulled out the hard backed chair and sat down. "Come here, Jimmy."
Jimmy couldn't believe this was happening. His _d_i_c_k_ was already erect. "Seriously, Evan, c'mon..."
I grabbed his arm and gently guided him across my lap. I shifted his weight a little, pushed him forward a bit, and his cute boy bottom was sticking straight up at me. He couldn't believe he was over a man's knee, and started kicking his legs. I held the small of his back with my left hand, and patted his butt with my right hand. "I don't know how ready you are, Jimmy, but, well..." SMACK!!!
"OWW!!!" I started massaging his butt a little, as I spoke.
"I know you can understand what is right and wrong, Jimmy, but this will really help. Trust me. What do you think?"
"Jeesus...Evan, what are you doing? Man--"
SPANK SPANK SPANK!!!! I started with my hand going furiously. He was kicking and squirming. "OW OW OW OW WOW!!!!" Then I started rubbing his bottom again. "Ow, Evan, it hurts!"
"We're not even started yet." I started spanking again, this time concentrating on the same spot. He started jumping and yelling! Bucking! I encircled his waist with my left hand to hold him still, and could feel the rock hard bulge under his nice black shorts. He was sniffling now. "Jimmy, a spanking is never done until it's done on your bare bottom."
"What???" I started tugging at his shorts. "NO! Evan, no!"
"I knew you'd want to bail and go to your auntie's. But we're finishing this spanking either way." I got his shorts down, and to his ankles. His butt was already a little pink under his tight briefs. I started rubbing him again, also exploring a little with my middle finger.
"Mmmm..." He arched his back when I rubbed him on his cherry, seductively hidden yet. SPANK! "OWWW!" Rubbing again. Then I reached over and grabbed a paddle from the drawer. I lightly rested it on his bottom. "What's that? No, Evan, please..."
WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP!!!! "OOOOWWWWWOWOWOWO!!!!" But I kept it up for a good 3 minutes and he was literally screaming. Good thing the walls are thick here. Of course, his hard on was still hard as ever. He kicked his shorts way far away, by now, and now I started pulling his briefs down. "Noooo, Evan! Please!" He was crying. Briefs were down to his ankles. I held his _d_i_c_k_ with my left hand, and then pressed the paddle to his bare butt. He started kicking furiously, briefs went flying. Shoelaces flailing. His T-shirt was halfway down his back. I started stroking him softly, gently. He arched his back and moaned, and right on cue, WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP!!!! He was sobbing profusely, fluently now. I broke him like the little boy he needed to be shown he was. His butt was glowing red, and I reached over and got out some cold cream. I put the paddle down and applied it liberally with my right hand still stroking with my left, around his waist. All over his crack, butthole, cheeks, testicle base, I rubbed. He arched his back and moaned. "Mmmmmm! MMMMMMOOhhhhhhh!" He spread his legs and I continued rubbing. "I'm letting you have this because it's your first spanking, and it's only fair. But next time, no cream for you, ok?"
"MMmmmm...ok" He already came. So did I. Finally I let him up, and he hugged me, as I hugged him. "I'm sorry, Evan. I'm so sorry, please, I'm sorry. Will you let me stay?"
"Ok, Jimmy. It's a deal."
Suffice it to say, I had many more spankings to deal to him before his dad came back.