"OK, you guys. Now you do what Tom tells you - he's going to keep an eye on you while we're gone to make sure you don't get into any trouble."
Joe Demarco turned to his young neighbor. "I really appreciate this, Tom. Marlene and I were worried about leaving them alone for a whole month. Sometimes it's handy having a writer for a neighbor - with you being at home all day, you can keep a really close eye on the boys. And, believe me, they need it."
Tom looked over at the two boys - they looked like little angels at the moment. Joey was 16 and Tony 18, both with dark hair and brown eyes - Italian-looking as they came. Tom knew them well enough, though, to know that their long eyelashes concealed more mischief than sweetness.
Joe turned back to his sons - "And just in case you think you can get away with anything, I am hereby giving Tom a set of keys to the house - he has my permission to come over and check up on you guys at any time of the day or night. And that makes him an honorary Demarco."
This meant nothing to Tom, but he noticed that the boys quickly looked at each other, then at him - somewhat apprehensively, he thought. He was a little intrigued. What exactly did being an honorary Demarco mean to them anyway?
"OK, guys, get out of here now. I have to give Tom some last minute instructions." Both boys left at a near-run.
Joe turned to Tom. "Well, welcome to the family." He chuckled and shook Tom's hand. "All that means is that you're entitled to hand out punishments in my absence just as if I were doing it."
"Oh - I thought they looked a little worried when you said that." Tom laughed.
"Yeah - they sure did. And one more thing - you'd better know that when I punish them, that means spanking!"
Tom was taken aback. "Aren't they a little old for that kind of thing?"
Joe laughed. "No way. In this family, any kid who still lives at home gets discipline from his father - age doesn't matter."
"Well, OK, but I've never given a spanking before. How do you usually do it?"
"Well, you're in luck - Joey's due for a paddling tonight. Why don't you just come over and watch. We're leaving this weekend, so this is probably your last chance to see me in action."
Tom was aware of a sudden rush of excitement that surprised him a little. Joey and Tony might look like teen-angels, but they both had _s_e_x_y, well-developed bodies that would have looked good on boys a couple of years older. Just imagining Joey's full jeans-stretching ass wiggling over his father's lap was giving him a hard-on. No way he was going to pass up an opportunity like this.
At eight o'clock on the dot, as Joe and Tom were sitting in Joe's den having a beer, there was a knock at the door.
"First rule - they come to me for their spankings. And they're prompt - they know how much worse it can get if they're not.
"Come!" he shouted at the door.
And when the door opened, Tom almost did - there stood little Joey, dressed in little boy flannel pajamas, looking the picture of innocence. Well, maybe he was outgrowing the pajamas a little - they looked a little tight around the ass and thighs.
When Joey saw him, his mouth dropped open and his eyes widened in shock. "What's he doing here?" he demanded.
Joe laughed, "Well, like I said, while we're gone, Tom is a Demarco. And he's gotta know how Demarcos get punished. So he's going to watch." He grinned at the boy. It was obvious that Joey wanted to object, but didn't dare. "Bring the chair."
Tom watched with interest as Joey stalked over to the straight backed chair that sat in one corner of the room and brought it out to the center. From behind, Tom smiled to himself when he saw that the pajamas were the baby kind with a buttoned flap in the rear. They fit his round bubble butt like second skin - the buttons seemed to strain to hold it in.
Joe sat in the chair and motioned his son over his lap. With a dark-eyed, smoldering look at Tom, lower lip jutting, the boy bent over his father's lap.
"OK, Joey, why are you here?"
He blushed hot red, but answered, "Because I was bad."
"What did you do?"
The boy darted a furious glance at Tom, who sat drinking it all in, trying to stay as expressionless as possible. "I had a dirty book in my room."
"What book?"
"Playboy."
"And what's the rule?"
"If I want to look at naked pictures, I have to ask permission first." He kept his head low now, long dark bangs covering his eyes.
"You know I'll let you look at things like that if I can check them first to see that they're OK for someone your age. Next time ask."
"Yes, sir."
Joe spoke to Tom. "Nothing wrong with _s_e_x_. Just the way it's handled." He winked. "Now, this is gonna hurt." He started unbuttoning the pajama flap. Tom's heart sped up. My God! He was going to spank the kid bare-ass!
Slowly the boy's full round cheeks were exposed. They were perfect - smooth, soft, firm, and completely hairless. They jutted naked up toward the ceiling, jiggling slightly as Joe tucked the flap between the boy's thighs to keep it out of the way.
"Alright, now. Count." Joe raised his right hand and smacked it down on the boy's left cheek, hard. WHAP!
"Ow!" Joey yelped, a pink hand print suddenly appearing on his white bottom. "One!" SMACK. Another print on the right cheek. "Yow! . . . Two!" Tom watched, completely enthralled, as the man paddled every inch of Joey's full round bottom. With every swat the two cheeks quivered and jiggled like Jello. "Ow! Ten! Eleven!" Joey had forgotten about his audience by this time. Tears were running freely as he yelped and squeaked and counted his father's spanks. Just before each spank landed, he tried to tighten up his cheeks, but they were just too plump and full for it to make much difference - if anything, it just created a couple of dimples in the sides.
Joe caught Tom's eye and winked. "OK, Joey, now lift it up - you've got 20 more to go and they're going down the middle."
The boy groaned. "Please - no, Daddy. Not in front of him!" He glared at Tom.
WHACK! "Better get used to it - starting tomorrow, it's going to be Tom you answer to. Might be a good idea to keep on his good side, you know. Now get it up there." Joey sighed, defeated, and slowly lifted his butt up as his father asked. With his round bottom arched as high as it could go in that position, the cheeks slowly separated, revealing their so-far-untouched inner sides, and right at the base of the deep crack, a glimpse of his little pink button. Joe began smacking the insides of the cheeks, first one side, then the other. They quickly turned as pink as the rest of his well-spanked bottom. Suddenly Tom gasped as Joe swatted the boy directly on his little hole. Joey yelped louder than before and began squirming around on his father's lap. Joe kept up the pace, delivering sharp slaps up and down the inside curves of the boy's ass, occasionally WHAPPing the quivering pink asshole again.
Finally it was over. Joe let the boy lay across his lap for a few minutes, sobbing, then pulled him up to his feet. Joey's back was to Tom, who got a great view as the boy began rubbing his bare ass. The cheeks were very bright pink now, and jiggled wildly as the boy rubbed and pressed them.
Joe grinned and looked at Tom. "We usually just leave the flap down afterwards - his butt's a little too sore to have that scratchy flannel against it." Suddenly realizing again that a stranger was present, Joey tried to duck behind his father. He didn't want Tom seeing his tear-streaked face or his bare red ass and he was having a hard time keeping both of them hidden. "Well, that's how it's done. Tony gets exactly the same treatment. He's got a pair of PJ's just like these. He's getting a little big for them now - they just don't make that kind in big boy's sizes. But that's what they've both gotta wear for punishment - we call them their spanking suits." He laughed. "You've got one advantage, Tom. Neither one of them is gonna want to have to bare their bottoms to a stranger. Not that you're a stranger, of course - you're a Demarco!" He laughed. Joey kept his head down and Tom couldn't see his expression. "But if you tell them to, they will!" He glared at Joey. "Isn't that right?"
Joey looked up, fearfully. "Yes, sir." The spanking chair was too close for him to try defying his father now.
"They know what they'll get from me if they don't obey." Then, after a pause. "OK, Joey, come here." The boy quickly came around in front of his father, who stood up and wrapped him in a big hug. "You know I love you, kid." Joey hugged his father back. "Yeah, I know." He sniffled a little.
"OK, so get up to bed." He playfully gave him a light swat across one cheek. Joey yelped and jumped. He tried to walk out of the room with some dignity, but there was no way a 16-year old with his pink, freshly spanked ass on display was going to manage such a look under the circumstances.
For the first couple of days after their folks left, the boys were, as expected, on their best behavior. Tom checked in once in a while during the day. He established a 10-o'clock bed check routine to make sure they were in every night. The Demarcos had a housekeeper who came in to fix meals, clean and wash clothes. Everything went along smoothly and Tom was able to reassure Joe when he called that all was well.
Actually, Tom was on the lookout for infractions. He wanted to establish his authority early so there wouldn't be any problems later if anything serious happened. Taking a cue from Joe, he started checking through Joey's room when he was out. Sure enough, only 3 days after his parents had left, Joey had managed to get hold of another copy of Playboy. Tom found it hidden under the boy's mattress.
Later that day when he saw Joey getting home from school, he went over and confronted the boy. Joey tried to play innocent at first, but Tom ignored his protestations and informed him that he would be spanked in the den at 8, as usual. Turning a deaf ear to pleas, Tom went back to his own house to wait for the magic hour to roll around. He was so nervous and excited at the prospect of administering his first spanking - and that it would be to the neighbor's kid he'd always secretly enjoyed looking at - that he couldn't concentrate on his writing, something that had never happened to him before. He kept looking at the clock, which seemed to have stopped. He actually checked it once to be sure it was still running.
At 7:30 he was already over in Joe's den, waiting. By 5 to 8 he was really getting nervous - what if Joey didn't show up? How would he ever control them? At 1 minute before 8, he thought of going out to get the boy - that way at least there wouldn't be open defiance. But he stuck it out - and got his reward. At 8 sharp, there was a quiet tap on the door.
Choking down his relief, and having some trouble breathing evenly, he inhaled slowly and said, "Come!" with as much force as he could manage. Joey came in, looking nervous and scared. Somehow that gave Tom back his nerve - suddenly he felt very calm and in control.
But - aha! What's this? Subtle defiance after all! Joey wasn't wearing his spanking suit - he was dressed in his usual T-shirt and jeans. "Well, young man, I see you've decided not to wear the PJ's."
Joey looked up apprehensively. "No, sir."
Tom gave a slight smile. "Well, that's OK with me. Get the chair." Joey, obviously relieved, went and got the chair. Tom sat. "OK, come over here in front of me." Joey stood facing Tom. "No, closer." Joey moved a few inches closer, looking a little confused. Suddenly Tom reached out and grabbed the boy by the belt of his jeans and pulled him forward until he was standing nervously between Tom's knees. "OK, now let's get you ready for your punishment." Tom started to unbuckle the boy's belt. Joey, panicked, tried to jerk away, but Tom had anticipated the reaction and held firmly to the belt.
"What ... what are you doing? Cut it out!" The boy was breathless with shock.
"Joey, when I said it was OK with me if you didn't want to wear your spanking suit, I meant it." Tom looked sternly into the boy's frightened brown eyes. "But you're still going to be spanked on the bare bottom - that part doesn't change."
"No! No! What do you mean?" Joey struggled to get away, but Tom held firm.
"Now settle down. The more you resist, the longer and harder this spanking is going to be. These jeans are coming off to begin with. Now put your hands on top of your head and keep them there." Tom gazed steadily into the boy's eyes - slowly Joey's hands went up to his head. "OK, good boy. That counts in your favor." Tom unbuckled the boy's belt. Joey looked down apprehensively as Tom unsnapped the top of his jeans and firmly pulled down the zipper. "God, these are tight! How do you ever get into them?" Holding the jeans first by the front pockets, then the back, Tom managed to inch them down over the boy's hips and ass until they were around his thighs. "OK, you take them the rest of the way off - and get out of those sneakers, too, or you'll never get them off."
Blushing bright red by now, Joey sat on the floor and pulled off his sneakers. Then, struggling a little - they really were tight - he worked his jeans down his legs and over his feet. "OK, now get back here." God! For a young kid, he had good legs - dimpled knees, strong thighs. He was wearing a pair of tight little white briefs - nice-sized basket showing. "OK, over the knees." Joey was obviously relieved not to have to take off his underpants. He quickly lay his body over Tom's lap. Tom could feel the heat of the boy's body through the thin cloth as it pressed against his thighs. Holding the boy by his narrow waist, Tom slid his fingers into the waistband of the boy's briefs, grasped them and suddenly pulled them down over the boy's butt to his knees. Joey gasped and jerked once, but then lay still. Tom could feel the boy's body heat even more clearly now, burning through the cloth of his own pants.
And now at last he could get a close look at those wonder buns. This close - and undistorted by the pajamas - they were even more beautiful - full and round, they seemed to be begging for strokes. Tom rested his right hand on the boy's right cheek. With his left, he pushed the boy's T-shirt halfway up his back, leaving him no protection at all.
"Now why are you here?"
"I was bad." Joey was sniffling already.
"What did you do?"
"I had a dirty book in my room."
"Did you ask if you could have it?"
"No."
"Now, Joey, you know the rules are the same now as when your Dad was here. You ask me if you want a magazine like that - and, I tell you honestly, I'll let you look at it. Really. But you have to ask." He ran his hand over the full round bottom. "But if you don't, this butt of yours is going to suffer for it. Understand?"
"Yes." Tearfully.
"OK, now here we go." Tom raised his hand and gave the boy's right cheek a terrific WHAP!
"Yow! Oh, please, that hurts!"
"Of course it does. Now count."
"One!" WHACK! "Ow! Two!"
Tom was in heaven. The boy's ass was soft as butter, but with firm muscles underneath that gave it that perky shape. With every spank, his buns bounced and jiggled, while his body writhed against Tom's thighs. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Slowly the ass turned pinker as Tom covered every inch with firm hard spanks. After each WHACK!, he pressed his palm firmly against the ass to sink the pain in. Soon the boy was sobbing as he counted and begging Tom to stop, promising to be good.
"OK, now lift it up!" Tom decided to go for broke and finish off the way Joe did.
"Oh, no, please. Not that. Please." Joey begged.
"Get it up! Now! Or I'll start all over again." Moaning, Joey lifted his ass a few inches. WHACK! "Don't make me ask you again!" Quickly the ass bounced up high and wide. Tom's breath quickened as he eyed the tiny pink asshole winking up at him. He began spanking the insides of the cheeks, spreading them with one hand while he slapped with the other. He carefully placed his spanks so that as he pressed them home, his fingers would press into the boy's deepest crack, occasionally grazing the little pink button. Finally he could hold back no more and he spanked him directly on his most secret spot.
Joey squeaked and jerked, then kind of moaned as Tom pressed his sweaty palm against the lips of the asshole, giving it a quick rub before going back to the inside cheek spanking. Every few spanks, he'd land another dead center and give that same quick rub against the boy's sensitive rosebud. Tom wasn't sure exactly how Joey was reacting. He was sobbing more than ever, but he also made some little moaning grunts whenever Tom's palm made contact with his hot sweaty little hole.
Finally, the spanking was over. Joey collapsed back onto Tom's lap, while Tom slowly stroked the boy's quivering bottom. "OK, now? Come on, get up." Tom pulled the boy to his feet. Joey just stood there a minute, rubbing his ass, before he suddenly remembered where he was and dived for his briefs, quickly pulling them up to his waist. His basket just might have been a little fuller than before - it was outlined pretty clearly in the briefs - but Tom wasn't sure.
Joey hopped around for a few minutes, rubbing his butt through the briefs. Tom smiled as the rubbery cheeks bounced and burned, imagining his own hands doing the rubbing. Finally, he took the boy by the arm and pulled him over, standing up himself as he gave him a big hug. "You took that really well, and I'm proud of you. Now, remember that I care about you. If you want anything, just ask, OK?"
"OK." Joey said, smiling a little shyly through his tears.
"Now off to bed with you." Tom patted the boy's bottom the way Joe had. Joey painfully bent over and picked up his jeans and sneakers, thought about it, and decided to risk carrying them up to his room, rather than trying to get them on and off again. Tom followed him to the door to prolong the pleasure of seeing the glowing buns jiggle in the soft cotton underpants as the boy crossed the hall and started up the stairs.
Just at that moment the front door opened and Tony came in. When he spotted his half-naked little brother on the stairs, he stopped in his tracks and stared, open-mouthed.
Tom grinned from the door of the den. "Hey, Tony. How's it going?" Tony gave a jump - he hadn't noticed Tom standing there.
"Uh ... OK, I guess." He seemed nervous.
"You been behaving yourself?" he said, sternly. Suddenly Tom noticed how hot this kid looked. Especially when scared. His tight jeans left nothing to the imagination, and there was little doubt that his ass would look every bit as good as his brother's did once he was forced to assume the position. The way it flared out under his slender waist made Tom suddenly eager to see the line of it unimpeded by clothes. What would it take to get this one sobbing and begging with his butt in the air? Tom's thoughts swam in pleasant anticipation of the weeks to come.