I met Mikey and J. J. when they were 9 and 7. I was real good friends with their mom, and she had a crush on me. But I did not feel the same way about her, although everyday I would go to their house after the boys got home from school. I would then stay until the boys went to bed, usually around 9:00.
They lived in Title 8 housing and there were a lot of Mexicans who lived on their street. They were always blaming Mikey and J. J. for everything. I had even witnessed a few of them threaten the boys and even put their hands on them in a threatening manner, which caused me to have a number of run-ins with the neighbors.
One afternoon their mother and I were out talking to a few neighbor friends like we always did. There was glass all over the lot where everyone parked their cars, and I suspected one of the boys was involved. Their mother had wanted me to be involved in disciplining them when needed since I spent a lot of time with them. She thought I was too soft with them, too lenient, and always letting them get away with murder. Anyway, I called the two of them over and began to question them about the broken glass all over the place.
"Mikey did it," J. J. quickly said. "He took the coke bottles out of the trash this morning and threw them against the wall." The wall he meant was the side of the brick house next door.
"I did not!" Mikey said loudly. He always had a guilty look and was never very good at defending himself, so I automatically believed J. J. since I had seen Mikey break bottles like that before.
On the side of their house where we were standing there was a large, flat raised surface that had a hatch door leading to the basement of the house. I grabbed Mikey by his arm and walked him over to it. I sat down. There were several neighbors out that we had been talking with, as well as some young children. Right there I quickly yanked down Mikey's shorts and underwear below his knees, hauled him over my lap, and laid into his little, bare butt with a fury. He began to kick and cry as I rapidly smacked his bottom over and over. It was the first spanking I had ever given, and it was a good one. I gave him about twenty-five smacks, leaving his entire bottom glowing red. I lifted him off my knees, pulled up his shorts, and then walked back to the others, leaving him there howling. His mother was quite impressed.
"I didn't think you had it in you to do that!" she said proudly.
"You really spanked his behind good!" a neighbor added. "The next time my boys need a little discipline, I'm bringing them to you."
Another neighbor had seen me spanking Mikey from her window and came down. "I see you finally got him to give Mikey what you thought he's been needing for a long time!" she said to his mom.
"Yeah, he's the reason all this broken glass is here, so he got his little butt spanked for it," she replied.
"You mean this?" the neighbor said, pointing to the glass in the lot. "J. J. did that! I saw him throwing bottles against the house this morning, but he had already gotten on the bus by the time I got dressed to come out and stop him."
"J. J. did this?" I asked.
"That's right," she answered. "Saw it from my window this morning."
Mikey had run inside to his bedroom, embarrassed about getting spanked in front of everyone. J. J. had gone inside too.
"I'll be back," I said.
I went inside and found J. J. on the couch in front of the tv. I immediately grabbed his arm, pulled him up, and whacked him as hard as I could on the seat of his pants.
"Oooowwwww! What did I do?" he cried.
I hauled him off to his bedroom and picked up his leather belt that was on the floor. "I am going to tan your fanny so hard, you aren't gonna be able to sit for a month!"
I unbuttoned his jeans, pulled them down to his ankles, and then followed with his urine-scented underwear. I pulled him across my knees and positioned his little, seven-year-old butt just right. I then began to lash him with the belt. He began to scream right away. I was gonna teach that little boy a lesson he would never forget. I wore him out with the belt until he was no longer able to scream. His little body was limp over my lap, and his bottom was well-striped and welted. I picked him up off my lap and left him face down on his bed, pants and underwear still down.
I walked off to Mikey's room and walked in. He was lying on his bed with tears still falling down his cheeks. "Mikey, I'm sorry. I know you didn't do it," I told him.
"I told you I didn't!" he said with resentment.
"I know, and I should have listened to you," I replied. "I'm really sorry."
"You spanked me in front of everyone," he said.
"I know, and I'm sorry. I was just upset, and when J. J. told me you did it then I believed him."
"You pulled down my shorts and everyone saw my weiner," he said with embarrassment.
I sat down on the bed beside him. "Well, it is kinda small, so I don't think they could see it too good," I joked.
He suddenly smiled. "I ain't small!" he said.
"Oh really? Lets see," I said and I tugged the front of his shorts down below his privates. I took it between my fingers and stroked it for a moment. When I removed my hand he grabbed it and placed it back on his penis.
"Keep rubbing it," he said with a smile.
I rubbed his penis until it was throbbing, hard as a nine-year-old could get. I then gave it a kiss on the tiny head. I then went back into J. J. room and rubbed some soothing ointment all over his bruised buttocks and then on his little tool. This day marked the first day of many more spankings to come for both of their little bottoms!