I had babysat my nephew Brandon a few times over the past few years, but this was the first time he ever had a friend over to spend the night while I was babysitting. In the past it was just he and I, and there wasn't much trouble he could get into by himself, but with Zane over the two 11-year-olds quickly began to get on my nerves.
Brandon and Zane were wrestling on the floor in the living room, and I had told them to settle down. They continued to rough-house and Brandon's foot kicked a soda bottle off the small table in front of the couch.
"Both of you settle down right now!" I told them sternly. "If I have to warn you one more time you're both going to get spanked." I had never spanked Brandon before except for a few swats on the seat of his pants a few times when he was little, but he could tell by my tone that I was serious. The two of them went off to his bedroom.
Everything was quiet for about an hour and I decided to go see what the two of them were up to. As I entered Brandon's room I noticed the two of them sitting by the window, which was wide open, and a cloud of smoke settled around the ceiling.
"What do you think you're doing?" I asked them.
"Nothing," Brandon replied.
"You've been smoking in here, haven't you?"
"We just tried one," Brandon said.
"You both know what you were doing was wrong, otherwise you wouldn't have been so concerned with trying to hide it," I told them. "You're both getting a spanking for this."
"No way, you can't spank us!" Brandon yelled.
"You're mother gave me full permission to do so Brandon," I told him. "Now, you both can either cooperate or I can get the belt. What's it gonna be?"
"I'll take a spanking," Zane shyly said, just loud enough for me to hear him.
"What are you doing?" Brandon asked him.
"I don't wanna get the belt," Zane replied.
I sat down on the bed and told Zane to come over to me. "Pull down your pants and underwear and lie down across my knees," I told him.
He hesitated a moment and then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He hitched his fingers in the waistband and pulled his pants and underwear down at the same time. I got a quick glimpse of his small penis before he flopped himself over my lap. He had a nice, chubby bottom, and I knew I was going to enjoy spanking it. I placed my hand on the small of his back to hold him in place, and then I placed my other hand on his smooth buns and began to rub them. He made no attempts to resist and just lied there waiting.
I raised my hand and brought it down swiftly across Zane's bottom, smacking both buns. He jerked when my hand landed against him and gave a high grunt. I continued to spank him steadily, one smack after another, and after five swats he was crying. Of course I did not stop there. I continued to spank him hard and his little buns turned redder and redder, and he cried harder and harder. I gave him thirty spanks in all, the last five concentrating on his butt-crack and hole, which really caused him to howl. I lifted him off my lap and he stood there crying, trying to rub the pain out of his sore bottom. He had an erection, yet the head of his penis was still completely covered by the foreskin.
"Okay Brandon, it's your turn," I told him.
"You ain't gonna spank me!" he firmly said.
"You want me to get the belt?" I asked.
"I don't care," he answered.
I grabbed him and pulled him up to the standing position, bending him over with my arm around his head as a vice. I reached for the button of his pants and unbuttoned them as he struggled. I had a hard time unzipping his pants and getting them down. He really began to struggle when I reached my his underwear, and I finally yanked them down. With him bending over with his head to my side I began to fiercely smack his bare buttocks. He cried loudly, and fought as hard as he could to get away. I had to tighten my hold on him and reached my arm around his waist to hold him more firmly. My hand unknowingly came to rest on his little penis and balls, and I held them as I continued to beat his bottom with my hand. He reddened very quickly, and the signs of a hard, severe spanking began to appear with purplish blotches on his buns. My hand was very sore, but I'm sure his butt was more sore and I continued to wail away at his bottom. I had never heard a little boy cry as hard as he was at that time. I finally released him and removed my hand from his crotch, which was beginning to show the signs of arousal.
I helped both of them totally strip naked and lie on their stomachs so I could rub lotion on their reddened behinds. Brandon squirmed a bit as my fingertip played around his little hole, and I knew he was sore from the smacks I had landed across his anus. Zane's little, pink anus puckered with the touch of my fingertip. After rubbing lotion on their bottoms I turned both of them over. Zane's 3" uncut _c_o_c_k_ was almost fully erect, while Brandon's 3" cut _c_o_c_k_ was limp. I took some lotion and rubbed some on Brandon's penis and balls, quickly getting it to rise in attention again. I then rubbed lotion on Zane's penis, and rolled his foreskin back and forth a few times in my fingers. I finally helped them into their pajamas and watched as the two of them drifted off to sleep - on their stomachs.