I had my first girlfriend at age fourteen. She was a few months younger than me, and her family lived two houses up from my mom and I. Her name was Laura. We never got involved in anyway that we shouldn't have at that age, in fact there were only a few innocent kisses and that's as far as we went. But I enjoyed being with her, and to me that's what mattered.
One Saturday morning I was really bored cause I had nothing to do. My mom was at work, and I was home alone which was something that I was used to. At around 11 a. m. the phone rang. It was Laura, and she was babysitting Christopher, an 8-year-old boy who lived on the next street over. I was pretty relieved when she invited me over because it finally gave me something to do.
I sort of knew Christopher, but not very well. He was sort of a brat. Anyway, Laura and I were sitting on the couch watching t. v., and Christopher was running all over the house.
"Chris, settle down!" Laura told him several times.
He then ran by the couch, and Laura suddenly grabbed him, pulled him over her lap, and then gave him a few spanks on the seat of his pants. He whined a little, but he soon got over it. A few minutes later he grabbed the remote control to the t. v. and changed the channel, just to annoy Laura. Again she grabbed him, put him over her lap, and spanked him a little harder this time. He whined even more, and once again he soon got over it. Within a matter of minutes he was back over Laura's lap getting spanked soundly on the seat of his pants. This time he cried and rubbed himself when she stood him back up.
"Next time it'll be bare-bottom!" she warned.
"I hate you!" he yelled at her.
Laura and I continued to watch t. v. on the couch. About twenty minutes later Christopher came running into the room with a glass of milk. I didn't see exactly what happened, but he dropped the glass on the floor getting milk all over the place. Luckily it was a plastic glass and didn't break.
"That's it!" Laura angrily yelled at him, and then she grabbed him. She then looked over at me. "Will you give him a bare-butt spanking? I don't think it would be right for me to do it since I'm a girl."
I didn't know what being a girl had to do with it. I had hardly ever been spanked in my life, and it had been years since I had been. Of course I had never given one before.
"What do you mean?" I asked her, unsure of exactly what she wanted me to do.
"Just pull his pants down and spank him," she told me.
She turned him to face me and held him as I unbuttoned his pants.
"No don't!" he whined, beginning to struggle.
Laura held him tighter and I pulled his pants down to his knees.
"Underwear too?" I asked her.
"Yes," she replied.
"Noooooo!" Chris begged.
I slid my fingers in the waistband of his underwear and slid them down to his pants. He looked really embarrassed standing there completely exposed. I wasn't really much into little boys, and never gave them a second thought, but seeing Chris like that actually aroused me a little. Laura let go of him, and I pulled him across my knees. I could feel his little _d_i_c_k_ against my knee, and even though it was a little strange, I was also excited by this. I look down at his little, white butt. Laura was sitting there holding his hands out in front of him so he couldn't cover his butt. I raised my hand and brought it down hard. A white handprint appeared across the middle of his bottom, and quickly turned light red.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh!" Chris screamed.
I swat him again and he screamed even louder. I swat him over and over and held my arm around his waist to hold him in place because he was struggling. His bottom quickly turned red. He screamed louder than any kid I'd ever heard, and you would have thought he was being killed. I must have smacked his little butt at least fifty times before I finally stopped. Tears were streaming down his face and his nose was running. He stood the howling as he held his rear end. Laura handed me a kleenex to wipe his nose with, which was a little disgusting to me, but I did it anyway. I also took advantage to rub my hand over his little _d_i_c_k_ before pulling up his undies and pants. He ran off to his room and continued to cry.
Chris's parents returned about an hour later. They didn't seem to mind that I was there, but suddenly Chris ran out of his room and up to them. "Bryan pulled down my pants and spanked my butt!" he cried.
"He did?" his father asked. "Why would he do that?"
"I don't know," he whined.
"Because you were being bad," Laura spoke up.
He unbuttoned Chris's pants and pulled them down in back below his bottom. His entire bottom was dark red.
"You did this?" his father asked me. I nervously nodded. "I don't mind you coming over while Laura is babysitting, but you had no right to do this."
"I'm sorry, I told him to," Laura defended me.
"Well still, he didn't have to do it," he replied. "I think it's only fair that Chris get to see you get a good spanking just like you gave him."
I became very mortified. "You can't do that!" I replied.
"I have just as much right to spank you as you did Chris. In fact, knowing your mother I'm sure she would give me permission to do so if she knew the story," he said.
He took a seat on the couch and told me to stand in front of him. He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and grabbed the sides.
"Please don't!" I begged him, especially since Chris, his mom, and Laura were there watching.
"Did you stop when Chris begged you to?" he asked. He then pulled my pants all the way down to my ankles. He then grabbed the waistband of my underwear and pulled them all the way down. My shirt wasn't long enough to cover my front, and Laura could see everything. He pulled me down over his knees and moments later he tore into my bare butt. It didn't take much for me to start crying, and the swats continued to fall hard and rapid. I begged him to stop, kicking and crying. My butt was on fire. Finally I just broke down sobbing and laid there as he continued to smack my bottom. He spanked me twice as hard and long as I had spanked Chris. He said I would be black and blue when he finished, and I was pretty darn close to it. I couldn't sit the rest of the day, not even on a pillow. Just the slightest touch upon my butt caused extreme pain. This esd the last time I was ever spanked by anyone.