My Buddy Andy


by John David <Johndavid27@yahoo.com>

When my parents would go out for an evening and leave my sister Beth and I with a babysitter, I was never very happy about it. That is until Andy started to babysit for us. Andy was 15 and a freshman in highschool, I was 11 and in the fifth grade. He was so cool he enjoyed rough housing with me and we would often wrestle to determine who got to decide what to watch on TV. Sometimes he even pretended he wanted to watch something different from what I wanted and then he let me win. This endeared him to me even more.

As summer vacation was nearing, my parents decided to hire someone to stay with Beth and I during the day. Mom had just started working again and I wasn't pleased about that either. She said that she had always planned to go back to work and since I was 11 and Beth was 9 and we spent most of the day in school anyway, it really wasn't a big deal. With school ending in a matter of weeks my parents had to hire someone. I immediately began campaigning for Andy. My sister Beth didn't like him that much and lobbied hard for other candidates. Andy won out because he only lived a block away so Mom and Dad wouldn't have to worry about transportation.

I was in seventh heaven. My sister was often away with Brownie meetings or staying with friends. I pretty much hung out with Andy. He was like the big brother I had always wanted. Andy told me lots of stories. My favourites were about the spankings his Dad gave him. Andy got spanked with a ruler on his bare bottom and I could feel something stirring below whenever he told me about them. I would often daydream about Andy marching me up to my bedroom, putting me over his knee, and pulling down my jeans and undershorts for a bare bottom spanking. I also fantasized about Andy asking me to spank him on his bare bottom so we could really be brothers.

One afternoon, Beth and I got into a fight about something. Beth threw something at me and I returned fire. Andy didn't see Beth start it and started yelling at me. I started yelling right back telling him he was being unfair. One thing lead to another and eventually I lost my temper and ran from the family room into the kitchen. Andy ran after me and trapped me in alcove by the sink. I ran right at him trying to get him out of my way. Andy grabbed hold of my shoulders and told me to calm down. I told Andy to _f_u_c_k_ off, and the next thing I knew Andy gave me three hard smacks across my shorts covered bottom.

I was mortified. As much as I had wanted him to spank me, this was an act of total betrayal. Andy had smacked me on my butt in front of my sister. I ran up to my room in tears. My butt didn't really hurt but my feelings did. I was devastated and hoped that Andy would come upstairs and apologise. He didn't and I was even angrier. I went downstairs and gave him the silent treatment, but he ignored me. That really pissed me off and I tried to think of some way of getting back at him. In the end I got up and went to the front door. Andy came running after me and I bolted outside. Andy gave chase but I managed to get back inside before he could and locked him out.

Andy pounded on the door, demanding that I let him in. I refused saying that he had betrayed me and I hated him. Beth, being the tattletale she always was, called Mom at work. Mom was furious and said she was going to a meeting but if I knew what was good for me, I'd let Andy back in the house. I let him back in and he immediately dialed Mom's work number.

"She already knows that I locked you out, and she also knows why" I told him

"Well, John, I have something else to tell her" Andy replied

Mom had already gone to her meeting so Andy left a message for her to call him back. When she did, she apologised for my behavior saying she didn't know what had gotten into me. Andy said he couldn't deal with me anymore and that he was resigning from the job. I felt a knife go through my heart. I couldn't believe this was happening. Andy, the guy whom I adored and loved like my own brother, couldn't deal with me anymore.

When my parents got home that evening I was in more trouble than I had ever been in. I sat on a chair while they took turns chewing me out. I tried to explain that Andy hit me. My father responded that it sounded as if I had thoroughly deserved it, and maybe he should finish the job properly by taking me upstairs for a good bare-bottomed spanking. I felt something stirring below, my parents didn't believe in spanking. I had seen several of my friends get spanked and I often fantasized about my own Dad spanking me. Unfortunately it never happened. Mom managed to calm Dad down and started calling some other teenagers to see if she could replace Andy. She found Greg, a 14-year-old who lived right across the street. Unfortunately Greg could only do it for 3 weeks because he was going off to camp. He was hired anyway as this gave Mom and Dad 3 weeks to find a replacement. I liked Greg and he liked to rough house with me just like Andy used to. We also shared a common hobby in coin collecting so that was cool, but as much as I liked him, he wasn't Andy. I was still feeling really awful that my friendship with Andy had ended so badly. Besides, Greg was leaving for camp and I worried about what sort of replacement my parents would come up with.

The following Saturday, I rode my bike to the local strip mall. I was going to the Pop Stop to buy a Coke when I ran into Andy. I wanted to run up to him and throw my arms around him but all I managed was a very meek greeting.

"Hi Andy"

"Hi John, how would you like a Coke".

"Cool!" I said, amazed at Andy's warm reaction to me.

"So how's it going?" he said as we found a bench to sit down and have our Cokes. "Have your parents found a replacement for me yet?"

"They found Greg, but he is going to camp in two weeks"

"Do you think they would give me the job back?" he asked

"You want to come back?" I said rather shocked but very pleased.

"Yes, I do. I must admit I really missed you and my parents are really mad at me for bailing out the way I did"

"Your parents are mad at you" I said in amazement. "My parents nearly killed me."

"My Dad said I should never have hit you"

"But your Dad is a big believer in spanking"

"He believes that spanking is a right reserved for parents alone, and I had no right to that. Boy was he mad."

"What happened?"

"What do you think happened?"

"You got spanked with the ruler on your bare bottom"

"That's right"

"Well, how did it happen?" I asked feeling something stirring below once again.

"I told my parents that I had quit and they asked why. I told them about you locking me out of the house and that seemed to satisfy my Dad"

"What about your Mom?"

"She kept asking questions. She knew how much I adored you and kept asking why you would lock me out. I finally had to admit that I smacked you on the butt and my Dad blew up"

"What do you mean blew up?"

"He started yelling at me that I had no right to do that and was in need of an attitude adjustment"

"Then what happened?"

"He marched me up to my room with the ruler in hand. He sat on my bed and I dropped my jeans and lowered my under shorts. I lay across his lap and he started spanking me with the ruler."

"How many whacks did you get?" I said feeling more stirrings below.

"I lost count, maybe 20."

I was pretty sure Andy was having the same problem I was with stirrings below as he kept shifting around on the bench.

"Did you really tell your Mom that you adored me?"

"Yes, I had told her that I thought of you just like a little brother"

I smiled and told Andy that I thought of him as a big brother. I had to get home and he promised to call my parents. He called an hour later and my Mom was really happy. Andy told her that his parents thought he should return and that he and I had made our peace. I got another lecture that evening from Mom and Dad about how lucky I was to be getting a second chance.

I was really excited the Monday of Andy's return. Beth had gone to camp for a couple of days with the Brownies. When Andy arrived at 8:30 and Mom left for work, we got some juice out of the fridge went in the family room to hang out.

"Andy, did you really miss hanging out with me"

"Yes well like I said, you are a lot like the little brother I have always wanted" he replied.

"I think that if a big brother is looking after his little brother then spanking should be an option. As long as their sister isn't around." I said.

"Oh really" he said looking very interested as to where this conversation was headed. "What are you saying buddy?"

"Well if you will be my big brother, you will have every right to march me upstairs to my room and spank me for locking you out of the house" I said feeling a bulge developing in my shorts.

"I'll be your brother if you'll be mine. But even big brothers need spankings sometimes when they mistreat their little brother" said Andy. "By the way do you have a ping pong paddle."

"Yes, we have several in the basement" I replied.

Andy had a bulge forming as well. We both went down to the basement a grabbed a ping pong paddle. Then we went up to my room and took off our shorts. Andy sat on my bed and I lay across his lap. Andy pulled my underwear down and proceeded to spank my bare bottom. He went easy on me at first and gradually picked up the intensity of the spanking. By the time he finished with the hand spanking, there were tears just starting to form in my eyes, my bottom had a nice red glow, and my penis was completely rigid. Andy picked up the ping pong paddle and started to rub my bottom with it.

"I am going to give you five smacks with this. I think you know the appropriate response"

"Yes sir"

Smack

"Thank you sir, may I have another." I said

Smack

"Thank you sir, may I have another."

Andy gave me 3 more smacks and responded to my final "Thank you sir, may I have another" with

"I think you've had enough."

Andy and I hugged as he rubbed my well-spanked buns. After a few minutes of this he told me it was his turn.

I sat down on my bed and motioned for Andy to lie across my lap. I still couldn't believe this was happening. Andy complied and I grabbed the waistband of his jockeys and slid them down exposing his beautiful bare bottom. I started to spank him using the same method he had used on me. When I had finished with the hand spanks, Andy told me to give him 10 with the ping pong paddle. I raised the paddle and brought it down.

Smack

"Thank you sir, may I have another"

Smack

"Thank you sir, may I have another"

I gave Andy 8 more smacks and then we had another hug while I rubbed his sore bottom. Then we both got dressed and went downstairs. Andy ordered a pizza and we had a great lunch together. After we let lunch settle we went to the neighborhood pool and spent the afternoon there. When Mom got home at 5:30 she asked Andy how things went. He told her I was perfectly behaved and that we were the best of friends again. We were more than that as far as I was concerned; we were really and truly brothers.

I went to bed that evening a happy boy. I had discovered the joys of wanking a year earlier. I had found that if I rubbed my penis against the mattress or a pillow, it felt really good and after rubbing it for a while, I would experience the most incredible sensation I had ever felt. So that night before I shut my eyes, I began to rub my penis against one of my pillows, thinking about Andy and I spanking each other. I was eventually overcome by the sensation. I rolled over on my back and drifted off to sleep dreaming about Andy.


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