True Story - Witnessing a 12-Year-old Boy's Punishment - Part I


by Anonymous

I have always had an interest in spanking eversince I was in my early teens. I'm sure that receiving a very severe, bare-bottom spanking from my uncle when I was thirteen had a lot to do with this. Over the past few months since I got online I have received quite a few e-mails from spanking contacts in my area, but none of them were anything like the e-mail I received from James. We talked on the phone on the evening of the same day that he had sent me an e-mail.

James told me a little about himself. He was the single father of a 12-year-old boy who's name was Chad. I became very aroused as he described how he punished Chad. He would wait until the boy had a number of offenses to be dealt with, and he would be punished for them all at once. It was the first time I had heard of a parent doing something like this, but I thought it was a great idea.

"How would you like to come over and watch one of Chad's punishment sessions?" he suddenly asked.

I couldn't believe my ears. Never would I have ever thought that a parent would actually invite me to witness them punish their kid. I was very excited by the thought of it, but I did my best to remain calm. "That would be neat!" I replied.

"Great! How does tommorrow evening sound?" he asked.

I would have skipped out on my own funeral to be there. "Tommorrow night sounds good," I told him.

After getting off the phone with James I lied back on my bed trying to convince myself that I wasn't dreaming all of this. For years I had fantasized of boys being spanked, and now I was going to actually have the opportunity to witness a boy being punished. It was unreal!

The next day was Friday, and it was very slow. The hours just seemed to be going by so slow, and all I could think about was where I was going to be that evening. I couldn't wait.

I arrived at James' house a few minutes before 7:00, our scheduled time. I walked up to the front door, took a deep breath, and then knocked. This was it. The moment I had been waiting for had finally arrived.

James seemed like a real nice guy. He got me a drink and the two of us sat down on the couch and began talking.

"I told Chad to be home at seven. He's five minutes late so far," James said. "I guess I'll just have to add this to the list of his offenses." We both laughed.

As James and I sat there talking the front door finally opened. Seconds later the cutest boy I had ever laid eyes on walked into the room. He had short brown hair with light-blond highlights, blue eyes, and a nice build for his size. This was Chad, and he was hot!

"You're late," James said, standing up from the couch.

"I know, I know," he replied. "I lost track of time."

James then introduced the two of us to each other. "This is David," James told him. "He's the one I told you about this morning."

"Hi," Chad said. He knew the reason why I was there, and he did his best to hide his embarrassment.

"Well, I guess we should start," James said. I thought that was a good idea also. The two of us sat back down on the couch. "Chad, come on over here."

Chad walked over to his dad and stood in front of him. "Okay Chad, you're being punished for...," and he listed off a number of offenses, including being late that evening. He then looked over at me. "I'm going to begin by giving him a spanking on his bare bottom with my hand," he told me.

James reached for the button of Chad's jeans, and I sat there watching as his fingers expertly unbuttoned them, unzipped them, and then pulled them open. I was beginning to get very aroused. James grabbed the sides of Chad's jeans and pulled them down below his knees. The boy didn't say a word or make any attempt to resist. He then slid his fingers in the sides of Chad's white briefs and gently tugged them down to where they met his pants. I had a great view, and I tried not to stare at Chad's hairless, 2" penis. He looked embarrassed, standing there exposed, and he was doing his best to pay no attention to me.

"Turn around and spread 'em for your examination," James told him.

Chad turned with his back facing his dad. He leaned over a little, placed his hands on his cheeks, and spread them wide apart. I had a great view up his crack, at his tiny, little butthole. I was so excited seeing this. James rubbed his fingertip firmly over Chad's anal opening. His hole puckered as it was touched.

"Okay, turned back around," James told him.

Chad turned back around to face his dad. His cheeks were very red with embarrassed, as any boy would be having his dad do something like that in front of a total stranger. He took Chad's arms and gently pulled him down, over his knees, feet off the floor, hands over his head. I was sitting at the end of the couch at Chad's head, leaving me with a great view as he lied there stretched over his dad's knees.

James raised Chad's shirt a little, placed one hand on the small of his back, and then placed his other hand on his bottom. He began to gently rub it all over. Chad was trying to be brave, and I noticed a look of anxiety on his face. James rubbed him for about a minute. Finally he raised his hand and brought it down swiftly across the center of Chad's bare buttocks. I'm sure the smack could have been heard at the end of the street as James hand hit his bare skin. The boy winced and grunted a little. A white handprint on his bottom immediately turned pink. Another smack was given with exactly the same results. And then another smack. Six smacks were given and Chad grunted and winced in pain each time.

James stopped for a moment and placed his hand on Chad's bottom. He looked over at me. "I know just what to do," he said with a little grin.

James immediately attacked Chad's bottom with fierce, repeated smacks. The boy's mouth immediately opened up and loud cries came out. James was really giving it to him hard, and Chad was kicking and howling, begging him to stop. James did not let up. He spanked Chad's bottom until every last inch was dark red and he was screaming in pain. He was given about seventy-five swats.

"That oughta be enough for now," James said, lifting Chad from his lap. The boy's hands immediately went to his very sore, red buttocks. He had gotten a slight erection from rubbing against his dad's thigh. He no longer seemed concern with my presense. "Pull up your pants and go to your room. I'll call you in for your second spanking when I'm ready."

Chad slowly pulled up his pants as he continued to cry, and then he ran off to his room.

To be continued:


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