Twelve year old Joey turned slightly to get a better picture of himself in the mirror. Me, sitting on the livngroom sofa was given a wonderful view of the tent created by his four and a half inch long boy _c_o_c_k_ standing up in the light blue speedos he'd just bought.
Joey was of latin blood, hot, with dark doe like eyes, carmel colored skinned that felt like velvet. His face was almost too beautiful for a male, but the body was all boy. Wide shoulders and well develpoed arms from the wrestling he competed in only accentuated his wonder butt. His rear end was a thing to behold, full and round, high pointed and longer than it was wide. And Joey loved to have it spanked.
Joey recieved two kinds of spankings from me, one was for misbehavior and one for fun. We did the fun one much more then the other. When he'd done something for which he felt punishment was needed he'd bring me the stick. The stick, 18"X3/4"X1/2" was the one my father had used on me, though much more viciously. We'd then go to his room where he'd pull out his desk chair for me and begin to undo his pants while I sat down. He knew I liked to pull down his briefs so he'd leave them up while he waddled to my right side.
I'd slowly slip my hand in the waist band of his briefs and then pull them down to just above his knees. He'd then laid across my lap so that his penis, which was always hard when he got spanked, fun or serious, was pressing against my thigh. I'd lay the stick across his ivory colored mounds and ask him how many spanks he needed. Norally we'd agree to ten.
When giving a serious naughty boy spanking, to any and all of my boys, I never, repeat NEVER, needed them to be hurt. I always felt that their submitting and admitting to their misbehavior was the important thing and the actual spanking was form, just a reminder of how the outside world could really hurt you. The first stroke of the stick was firm, just hard enough to cause a bounce in the boy across my knees, enough to leave a thin red stripe for the rest of the day. The next five or so were just smacks, enough to sting slightly because of falling on fresh spots on the boyish back side, but not enough to really light a fire. The last two of three storkes would be aimed at an already pink spot and have enough mustard on them to bounce the young sir like he was humping happily. In all the years and numerous boys whose bare bottoms I've spanked I never brough sobs or terror because of the spanking.
So it was with Joey when he got a serious spanking, but today he'd asked for a fun spanking. Like with all my boys he had his special secret code for a fun spanking. Joey's was "I've been naughty." Peter's was "You can't pin me." Donald's was a smile and him patting his own behind, and so forth for JT, Joe, Eddie, Darren, Derek, Matt, David, Ross, Justin, Steve, Canyon and Mark.
Joey came over to me and smiled and he climbed onto my lap with his legs spread and his right arm arond my neck. After the fondling and a kiss or two he'd stand for me to lower his clothing, this time the speedos. He'd hop onto my lap and move forward so that his penis would be free between my legs. He liked having his "handle" pulled as he was spanked for fun. The slaps would be hard and soft, enough to redden his behind well before he was ready to finish. To finish he turn off of my lap and we'd find a postion for me to use my mouth to bring him to climax. We'd then sit and cuddle for a period of time determined by him before going out to work, play or whatever.
Joey, all my boys, are now in their thirties and fories. Joey and a few others are, no doubt, still finding those who enjoy loving someone who knows how to enjoy a good spanking.