Nathan is one of the cutest boys I have ever seen. He was nine years old, average size and build, but he had the cutest brown hair and blue eyes I have ever seen. Best of all, his bottom was full and round, and I was asked to babysit him. Before leaving for her date, the last thing his mother said was, "Do not hesitate to spank him if he misbehaves."
Whenever a parent tells me that, I operate under the policy not to ask for clarification as to what is and what is not acceptable as a spanking. You know the saying, "It is much easier to ask forgiveness than permission."
Nathan was generally a good kid, but he was all boy. I had seen him walk all over his mother on numerous occassions, and that wasn't going to happen with me. The minute his mother was gone, I called him to me for a talk.
"Nathan, as you just heard, your mother just gave me permission to spank you. I don't know how she spanks you and I don't care. What I do know is that I will not hesitate to spank you. If you do anything which is commonly accepted as wrong, you will be spanked. Any spanking you receive will be on your bare bottom. I will treat you in the same manner my father treated me. Minor rule infractions will result in you bare bottom being spanked wherever you stand for as long as I deem necessary. These spankings may or may not make you cry, but your bottom will be stung, of that you may be certain. Major rule infractions will result in a very systematic spanking of your bottom. It will cause you much pain and you will be crying, maybe even screaming, from the pain. I will not spank you for anything that might not be accepted practice without warning you first. Any disobedience will be treated as a major infraction. Is all of that clear."
Unsure of all that had just been spoken but certain he didn't like the sound of it, "Yes, sir," he replied.
Okay, now go take your bath. I want you to scrub every inch of your body. When you're finished drying off, you will call me and I will come up to inspect you. If you're clean, no problem. If any part of you is dirty, however, I will spank you accordingly. I should also tell you that I will not hesitate to spank you with your mother's wooden hairbrush if I deem it necessary because of any resistance to any instructions I give or discipline I decide you deserve. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir," Nathan again replied. Sensing I was done, he turned to go take his bath.
Ten mintues later, I went up stairs to make sure he was bathing. When I opened the curtain on the bath, Nathan got defensive and said, "Hey, close the curtain."
I didn't even hesitate, before he even had time to react, I opened the curtain, spun him around and gave him about 20 hard smacks to his bottom, at the end of which he was sniffling. Then, I spun him around to face me, and said, "Don't use that tone with me, ever. Is that clear?"
Much more reserved this time, rubbing his bottom, Nathan replied, "Yes sir."
"Finish your bath in 5 minutes and call for me," and I walked out.
Almost to the minute, Nathan called for me.
Nathan was now standing outside of the tub, hair still dripping, not quite dry, but with the towel wrapped around himself.
"Nathan, I told you to dry off, and that I would inspect you. I cannot inspect you with that towel. Get it off!"
Feeling uneasy but knowing he didn't want trouble, Nathan removed the towel and instinctively covered his privates. I sat down on the toilet and pulled him closer to me. I lifted his arms and checked his ears and inbetween his toes, and for the most part he was clean. I told him he had done a good job, except that he had not dried off as he has been instructed.
Nathan, knowing he was in trouble, began to plead, "Please don't spank me. I'll dry off."
I responded by pulling him closer and directing the now whimpering boy over my lap.
"Nathan, I must be harsh this first night so that in the future you will know what to expect..."
Interrupting me, "I'm sorry, really, please don't spank me."
"I'm sorry Nathan, that's not an option." It really wasn't. This boy had nice tan lines and one of the fullest, smoothest, perfect little set of buns I had ever seen, and he was going to get spanked. SMACK!
Nathan cried out, "Owww!" SMACK! Again, "Owww, plee-as-see!" SMACK! One cheek then the other. SMACK! SMACK! Unlike the 20 in the shower, by 20 of these swats, Nathan was crying. I deliberately alternated between cheeks, SMACK! SMACK! Up one side and down the other, raising his sides, one and then the other to make sure and blister the sides of his bottom. Nathan was crying furiously and I wasn't sure how much more he could take before he began squirming uncontrollably, but I didn't wait long for my answer! His hand shot up to cover one side of his bottom.
I quickly adjusted and pulled the hand to his back, reaching for his mother's brush with the other. "That will cost you ten swats with the brush, five to each cheek." SMACK! SMACK! Nathan began to scream, "AHHHHHHHH!!" SMACK! SMACK! His bottom was fast bluing in a couple of spots and I avoided them delivering the swats wherever I could still safely. SMACK! SMACK! By the time I finished the 10, Nathan had received all I was willing to inflict...then.
I lifted him up from my knee and sat his bottom on my lap. He shivered with cries and hugged me close mumbling he was sorry.
"Okay, no clothes just yet. Go stand in the corner, hands at your side. I want you to have time to think about what just happened."
Nathan walked to the corner and stood there naked, his reddened bottom was prominently on display. I sat on the sofa and just stared at my handiwork, watching him recover, his body still wracked with shivers frm his crying.
When he finished crying, I told him to go put on his nylon jr. boxers, no briefs. The meaning was not lost on him, and he began again to whimper, but he did it only as he was walking to obey me.