PLEASE NOTE: THIS IS FICTION, NONE OF THE CHARACTERS HERE EXISTS AT ALL. IT INVOLVES ADULT AND CHILD SPANKING IN A CARING LOVING WAY. HOPE YOU ENJOY IT. M. P.
It was spring break, and my uncle and aunt asked me if I would watch "Hobie",(yes they are "Baywatch" fans from when it started.) I had nothing really going on and I said "sure, no problem." They were overjoyed. You see, they wanted to go Maine to see some of their friends they hadn't seen since high school. So this was a great thing that I could watch over "Hobie". They gave me a check to cover "Hobies'" living expenses while he was with me. They also gave me instructions that if "Hobie" misbehaved, I could give him a spanking. I gave them an incredulous look. I am sure that everything will be fine. I was very fond of Hobie. He was smart, a great athlete. Just a good all around kid of 9 years. Well, with all the arrangements made, they bid me a good day, and said that "Hobie" would be dropped off tomorrow. Well, the next day came, and Hobie was dropped off at my place, and he immediately, ran up and hugged me, I hugged him back. He always liked to imitate everything I would do. The way I dressed, and the allot of my fun to do hobbies, etc.. I liked to wear for example, and still do, Adidas athletic clothes for my sports and milling around at home clothes. It was amazing the coincidence that Hobie had on the same kind of equipment T-shirt, and same black nylon warm up pants I had worn that day. He was like a miniature of me. I always tried to set a great example for him. No foul language, lots of excersise, and lots of fun healthy things to do. So, the first day went great. The next day was filled with allot of fun activities. We went to the beach, rode our mountain bikes, had a great lunch. He just loved a great pizza. He was just your typical kid. He loved cars, so we went to the Peterson museum. It was amazing how much he knew about autos',and motorbikes. Well after that, we were done for the day. So we went home. We ate dinner and had watch some great movies on tape, cable, and went to bed.
The next morning, I woke up and got breakfast started, and found that Hobie was already up and watching the t. v. I finished up breakfast, and we ate. He ate like he hadn't eaten in months, again just like a typical kid. Well after breakfast, I asked him what he wanted to do, and he replied, lets go biking again, and I said, "O. k." I told him to help clean up the dishes and do alittle k. p. and I would get the bikes cleaned up and checked up. This kid could and did work fast, wow, I have never seen anybody clean like this kid could. So, off to the garage I went to do the mountain bikes. I was working on the bikes when my neighbors daughter "Mary" came over. She is a sweetheart. None of the bad attitude kids have today. Her mom does a great job raising her, and isn't affraid to discipline Mary when she needs. You see, her dad was killed in auto accident, and Diane, Marys' mom has to all this by herself. So, I chatted with Mary for a while as I worked on the bikes. Well, I needed to do some adjustsments that required all my attention, so I told Mary to go inside and watch t. v. with Hobie. Mary and Hobie are good friends since I sit with Hobie quite often. Mary agreed with my suggestion and went inside. I continued to adjust the gear cassette change mechanisms, lubed and cleaned the chains, and adjusted the brakes. These bikes were still sort of new, so adjustments are normal here. Well I had just finished one bike, when all of sudden I heard some rough stuff going on in my living room . There was some screaming and crying going on there. My garage is adjoined to my living room so I just have to walk through a door and I am in the living room. Well imagine my surprise when I say Mary on the floor crying, the front of her dress alittle torn from Hobie grabbing her and pushing her down. Now I am not the screaming, yelling kind. So calmly, I asked Hobile what had happened. Hobie told me that Mary and he were fighting over what program to watch and he had lost his temper and hit and pushed Mary. Well--o. k. I thought, this is normal, kids fight. But he said that she deserved it and if I hadn't come in, he would of hit her again. Oh-oh I thought. You see, Hobie and I have a very honest relationship. We do not lie to each other, so he did what he always does. Tells the truth. Well, I couldn't just let this one go. I had taught Hobie that we don't solve disagreements by force and that compromise always is a good place to start. So Hobie knew better. I asked Hobie if he was sorry for hitting Mary. His reply, "NO!" Still calm, I said, alright this is unacceptable behavior and you earned yourself a spanking from not just me, but Mary too. Hobie was dumbfounded and alittle surprised, but that didn't phase me in the least. I told Hobie and Mary to stay seated on the couch in the living room. I went to the kitchen, and got a nice wooden spoon that I mix with. It is a nice large faced light colored wood spoon. It just happens to make a dandy spanking implement in a pinch. I came back into the living room and gave Hobie once last chance to sincerely apologize to Mary. He refused. Again he was wearing what I was wearing, all Adidas gear, t-shirt and lined nylon warm-up pants in a nice shade of light blue. I don't spank bare bottom, but I spank to make sure that the point was made and that Hobie would not easily do this again without remembering the good pants warming that I and Mary was going to give him. So I gently, but firmly grabbed him around the waist, and put him over my knee, raised his t-shirt up above his nylon warmup pants and started to spanking his nylon covered bottom with my hand. These pants are very thin even with the lining, so I know Hobie would feel it good. I spanked his bottom over and over and over. I could feel the warmth coming through his nylon warm-up pants. Smack, smack, smack. He squimed and protested with vigor. Well, I spanked him about hundred times by hand, another 50 with the spoon. He was bawling is eyes out. That was enough from me, I gave the spoon to Mary and let her spank him through his sore nylon covered butt. She gave him 50 also. Actually, Hobie took it quite well. I stood him up, and made him face Mary, and apologize to her. He still hesistated, so I gave his cute sore bottom another good smack with my hand. he immediately jumped and rubbed his burning bottom, and apologized with all his heart to Mary, and after I sent Mary home, and I called her mother and told all that happened and that I would pay for the dress. After I hung up the phone, I came back to Hobie and sat him on my lap and hugged and consoled him. Amazingly, he said that he got off too light and deserved more, so he have me the spoon and laid over my knee and said, now really spank me. Well I did, and after from that point Hobie was a model of a great kid for the rest of the break, barring an occasional smack on his nylon covered bottom, but he overall was great. We went roller blading instead of bikes after considering Hobies' very sore and well spanked bottom. I look forward to caring for Hobie again, he is a great kid.