It all started off when I went over to a friends house. I had been good friends with him from my jr. high days. He had some neighbors whose kids were always over at his house and he watched them, one of them was Michael. He was a 10 year old kid who was slim and half hispanic and half white. He was a nice looking kid. We had wrestled several times before for fun and I never even thought any thing of it. My friends decided to go out for a little bit, and I was not feeling all that great, so I was asked to sit back and watch after Mike for several hours until they got back. A bad headache and upset stomach was what lead to my giving Michael a spanking, which my friend was allowed to give him anyway if he was bad.
After my friends left, I flipped through the TV channels and found nothing of interest so I shut it off. I went to raid the medicine cabinet for some Tylonal. My luck, there was a bunch of it. I downed it with a glass of water and relaxed.
Michael decided to put on MTV real loud, and I like MTV as much as anyone, but not with a bad headache. Michael was sitting next to me on a long sofa couch while I had my head back on a pillow. I asked him to turn the TV off because of my headache. He did not listen and I asked him several more times as nice as I could and he said F*** it, I am going to watch it anyway. I told him if he doesn't shut it off I would smack his ass. He had the nerve to say "big deal". So I grabbed him and put his chest on the back rest of the sofa and gave him a swat, I gave him a firm one, but nowhere even close to as hard as I could have given him one. He looked and told me "oooooh was that supposed to hurt? Is that all you got?"
I told Mike that I was just giving him a warning. The next time I would give him a serious spanking. He then asked me that meant I was going to spank him with his pants down. The thought had not crossed my mind, but I told him, "now that you mention it, YES!" He told me he didn't gove a f***. I just blew it off and ignored his foul little mouth because it really didn't bother me. He then turned MTV back on again. I gave him a warning that I was serious about the spanking I would give him. He then repeated the I don't give a f*** thing. I told him nicely one last time and he just turned it louder.
I had it with him. I sat up straight and he had a mischevious grin on his face. I looked at him and told him I was dead serious about that spanking. He just said again with a smile, he didn't give a f***. That was it. Since he as only inches away from me, he was not hard to reach. I reached down to his jeans and unbuttoned all the buttons and he gave no resistance. I grabbed his arms and laid him down right across my knees and I was wondering why the f*** he was not even fighting it off. I lifted his shirt up about half way. Then I pulled his jeans down to his knees and he was left with his boxers showing. Then he pulled his boxers down to his knees after that. This was the first time I actually had a boy like this. I couldn't believe at the time that I thought he had a good looking butt, especially since I didn't go to long without having girlfriends.
I decided to rub his butt for a few seconds and it was smooth, I raised my hand then and let down with a hard smack, followed by 2 more. He didn't cry, he just made a painful sounding owwwww after each one. After the 3rd smack, I told him that was it. He stayed there. I told him to get up and pull his pants up. He did so slowly. I was thinking at the time it was kind of fun spanking him. I then told him, any more trouble from him like that and I just drop his pants and spank him. He said it was cool with him. He then went on to tell me how I was much easier than his dad who took his pants completely off for spankings at times and he would get hit much longer and harder.
This was not the last spanking I gave him for the day. I was dozed off for I guess about an hour or so and I felt like a got hit by a cannon ball. Of course I woke up and it was Michael who had jumped on me. I was furious because he landed on my nads with has hand. He was laughing and laughing. After a my nuts recovered in about a minute(it wasn't a serious ball buster), I got up and took his arm and led him to a chair. I told him he was going to get a good one. I sat on the chair and yanked him towards me. Once again I unbuttoned his jeans and I yanked both his jeans and boxers all the way down to his ankles and dropped him across my knees. I lifted his shirt to his shoulders. He was much more bent over than the sofa spanking because he didn't have the sofa to keep him as straight.
He was bent over enough where his crack was spread. I noticed no red marks on his but from the last spanking. I decided to once again rub his butt a few seconds and this time I put my arm under his stomach to pull him up even more. I got a good view of his hole and I gave him a very hard smack. I gave him 10 more and this time tears were rolling out his eyes. I smacked him very hard, and he was crying this time.
I felt bad about it. He then told me he would have a hard time sitting down for awhile and it really stung him. I told him he should have thought about that before he got me so darn ticked off. He asked me if I could at least just do something to take the pain away.
So I asked if I had spanked him harder than Daddy and he said yes. He asked me if I would rub his butt to take some of the sting away. At that time I reluctantly agreed, but I look back on it now, and I am glad I did agree. So I walked him over to the sofa and once again pulled his pants down and rubbed his butt for a few minutes. After that he said that my spanking hurt, but not like dads. So I just laughed and threw him off. About 25 minutes later, my friends came back.
This was certainly not the last experience with Michael. There are more stories on him which will be shared later. Even after that, I kind of enjoyed spanking him, but it wasn't until nearly a year later that I realized that I truly enjoyed spanking when I had the chance with Gary. That story later.