Authors Note: This story takes place about 3 months after "My Buddy Andy". This story is dedicated to my buddy Joe Kari.
My sixth grade teacher, Mr. Drager had to be the most rotten teacher ever. The man is an evil sadistic bastard. I spent my school day from 9:00 to 3:30 in constant terror. He seemed to delight in watching all of us cringe as he waved a meter stick around threatening grievous bottomly harm to any student who got out of line. The local school district had abolished corporal punishment two years before this so he really had no right to spank any of us, but we were still terrified at the thought. Drager's favorite punishments were keeping students in from recess and making one write out multiplication tables or poems the month times the date number of times. For example if the date was October 30 it would be 10 times 30 equals 300 times. I had avoided the writing penalty but had been kept in from many recesses.
I always seemed to be in Drager's cross hairs. Once I hadn't finished my Math homework and got a "Please Finish". Anyone receiving a "Please Finish" had to stay after school and finish the homework that was due that day, plus the one due for the next day. Another time Drager thought my work was sloppy. He came right up to me, got in my face. He spoke in a hushed voice but with such ferocity I felt my stomach knot up.
"If you think this _s_h_i_t_ is acceptable you can think again."
"I'm sorry, I'll do it over" I managed to blurt out.
"Perhaps you would do better work with a warmed bum-bum." He said waving his meter stick at me.
Drager's favorite expression was to tell a kid they needed the meter stick across their bum-bum. Those were his exact words. I often got a bit excited when he said that and secretly hoped Drager would spank one of the guys in the class. Just as long as it wasn't me or one of my close friends. As much as spankings turned me on, that ogre was the last person in the world that I would want to spank me.
Two weeks later I was having lunch and realised that I hadn't finished my Math homework. I instantly felt sick. I ran into the toilet and threw up my lunch. One of the lunch ladies took me down to the office and called my Mom to come get me. While I was waiting for Mom, Drager came down to the office and told me to get back to class. When I told him I was going home, he had a fit. He said that my father should beat me within an inch of my life for faking sick all the time. I will admit that I had been sick a lot this year and my parents were probably beginning to suspect that many of the illnesses were faked.
Then came a particularly bad week with a Please Finish and a misplaced set of Math Daily Drills. By Thursday I was really ready for the weekend. Unfortunately I was kept in from recess that day because my desk was a mess. Drager gave me 15 minutes to get it in order or he would take it out in the hall and dump it. I knew he wasn't kidding, he had done it before. My best friend Rick was also kept in from recess for talking when he shouldn't have been. While I was sorting through all of the junk in my desk I heard a crash followed by shouting.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"If you ever do anything like that again you will really be sorry!"
"Ouch! I'm sorry Mr. Drager, I'll never do it again."
"I'll teach you to rummage through my desk!"
Smack! Smack! Smack!
I looked over at what was happening in complete shock. My best friend Rick was over Drager's knee getting spanked on his jeans covered bottom. I couldn't believe my eyes. For all Drager's huffing and puffing about spanking us, I never thought he would. There were rumors that a couple of the guys had been spanked when they had been kept in from recess but the boys in question denied it. My emotions were running amok. I remembered how I had always wanted to see Drager actually spank one of the boys in the class, but not my best friend. I felt awful for Rick and I hated Drager, but at the same time I was really excited and could feel my penis stiffening in my jeans. Rick must have received about 15 smacks and he was sobbing when it was over. Drager ordered me outside and kept Rick in for another five minutes. I went out to the playground and sat on one of the swings to wait for Rick. He came out and sat on the swing next to me his face still streaked with tears.
"What happened?"
"Drager had a stack of report cards on his desk and I wanted to look at mine."
"I can't believe you did that."
"The next thing I knew he grabbed me and the stack of cards hit the floor."
"You've got to tell your parents. Maybe Drager will get in lots of trouble."
"No way John, if my Dad finds out he will give me the belt."
"You're kidding?"
"No I'm not. Dad completely approves of spanking in schools, and believes it should be reinforced at home."
"But Drager has no right."
"My Dad would give his permission. John you can't tell anyone about what happened. Not even your parents since they would likely tell mine."
I agreed to keep Rick's secret but went home very upset and determined that I would not be going to school on Friday. I knew I was going to have to fake a fever since Mom wasn't going to let me stay home again based on stomach aches and head aches. When I got up Friday morning I swished hot water around in my mouth and told Mom I didn't feel well. Mom put her hand on my forehead and said that I didn't feel hot but she would get the thermometer. I lay in bed and she put the thermometer in my mouth. Five minutes later she pulled it out and it read 101. Mom told me that I had better stay home. She got me some Tylenol and water and said that she had to go to work but she would call Andy's Mom and ask her to have Andy come over and look in on me when he got out of school. Andy was a sophomore in high school and my favorite babysitter. Andy had looked in on me a couple of times before when I stayed home from school. Once when I had been given a sedative for an EEG and was completely knocked out, and another time when I had a migraine. Andy and I had adopted each other as brothers and I was really looking forward to seeing him.
I spent the day in bed watching television. I really loved being home from school so I could watch The Beverly Hillbillies, I Love Lucy, and Leave it to Beaver on television in addition to all the cartoons. Andy arrived about 2:30 and came up to my room.
"How are you feeling buddy?"
"Alright I guess. I'm feeling better but I'm still sort of tired."
"Well let's take your temperature."
"Uhh OK but first I have to go pee."
I went to the bathroom and peed. Then while washing my hands I took some of the hot water and swished it around in my mouth. I spit the water out and dried my hands and mouth. I then went back into my room and climbed into bed. I told Andy I was ready and opened my mouth.
"You can close your mouth and roll over on your stomach."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I'm not taking your temperature in your mouth." Andy said producing a thermometer and a jar of vaseline.
"No way Andy! I haven't had my temperature taken in my butt since I was a little boy."
"Come on John, I happen to know that this way is much more accurate. Besides we are brothers aren't we?"
"Oh I guess." I said, rolling over on to my stomach.
Andy pulled back the sheet and pulled my undershorts down right below the cheeks. Andy put some vaseline on the tip of the thermometer and rubbed some on my anus. He then spread my cheeks and inserted the thermometer. I felt my penis stiffening as the thermometer went in. Andy patted my bare bottom and told me it would take about five minutes. When he pulled the thermometer out and read it, the temperature came up normal.
"Well John, what do you have to say about that?"
"I told you I was feeling better."
"I think you were faking so you could stay home from school."
"No I was really sick."
"Come on John, you wouldn't lie to your big brother would you?"
"Alright I admit it. I swished hot water in my mouth to make it look like I had a temperature."
"John David Timlin, I am shocked!"
"Andrew Joseph Stevenson, like you have never bunked off school."
"Oh I have many times. That's why I took your temperature in your butt. I've pulled the same stunt myself."
"Just don't tell my Mom. She will have a fit."
"I'm not going to tell your parents, but you still have to be punished."
"What do you mean?" I said, feeling my penis stiffen.
"I mean that little bro is in need of a bare bottom spanking for being such a naughty boy." Andy took off his shoes and his jeans and sat down on my bed. He started to pull me across his knee.
"Oh please not a spanking." I said pretending to struggle.
Andy got me in position and pulled my undershorts all the way down. My penis was now fully erect and I could feel Andy's erection through his underwear.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Andy began spanking my bottom. He was spanking me harder than he usually did but it wasn't hurting much and I was giggling. That was a mistake as it only encouraged Andy to spank harder. Finally after about 25 smacks I started yelling ouch and asking him to stop.
"Ouch! Come on Andy that hurts. Please stop! Ouch!"
"John, bunking off school is a very serious matter and you are going to get 50 smacks for it."
"But Andy, I've learned my lesson. Ouch!"
"Sorry little bro, you will just have to take your medicine."
Andy finished up with the 50 hand spanks and mercifully the ping pong paddles were all in the basement. Andy let me up and we hugged while he massaged my spanked buns. Andy looked at his watch, it was around 3:15 by now.
"Is Beth going to be home?"
"No she and her friend Becky are going to the mall with Becky's Mom."
"Cool! Why don't we take a shower together so we can soak your bottom in some cool water."
"Cool!"
Andy stripped completely and we both went into the bathroom buck naked. Andy bent over to turn on the water and I took full advantage and delivered several playful slaps on his bare bottom. Andy grabbed me and sat on the toilet with me over his knees.
"Am I going to have to give you another spanking?" he asked rubbing my bottom.
"No sir, I'll behave."
"Alright then lets hit the shower."
We both stepped into the shower with my bottom in the cascading water. Andy stood facing me and we both rubbed the others buns for a while.
"I love you big brother."
"I love you too little bro. We'd better get dressed now though."
We each dried the other. Andy wasn't that wet below his waist but I made sure that his lower half was really dry. I got back into bed and Andy got dressed. He stayed with me until Mom got home at 5:30. Mom came up to my room and Andy told her that I was tired but seemed to be doing better. Mom told him that she had not meant for him to stay with me all afternoon and offered him some money. He turned it down saying he had too much fun hanging out with me. Mom insisted and Andy took the money. He told me we'd get a pizza sometime. Anyway that evening I had the most wonderful wank remembering the spanking Andy had given me.