Joey knew he was in trouble the minute he saw me. My sister had left the 12-year-old in my care while she was away for three days, and the first thing he did was take advantage of the situation. He and a friend had been caught skipping school, and they were unfortunate enough to be caught by the friend's mother who called me immediately. I was not happy, and Joey immediately realized that. The light-skinned, blond-hair, blue-eyed boy could not look me in the eye.
"Why did you do this Joey?" I asked him sternly once we were in the car driving home from the friend's house where he had been caught.
"I don't know," he quietly replied, staring straight ahead.
"Well, I'm going to tell you right now that when we get home you can plan on spending quite a long time over my knees," I told him.
"You're gonna spank me?" he nervously asked.
"Yes I am Joey. And your pants and underwear are going to be pulled down for it also. Do you think that you don't deserve a good spanking?"
"I guess so," he answered.
The rest of the ride home was quiet and uneventful. I'm sure that Joey's bottom was tingling with anticipation of the spanking he was about to receive. I had never spanked him before, but always thought he could use a good one. He wasn't a bad kid, but he did screw up every now and then, and I was now going to be the one to take advantage of the situation and give him the spanking he so longed deserved.
"Go up to your bedroom and wait for me," I told him once we got inside.
While he went to his room I went to look in my sister's room and found a thick, oval shaped, wooden hairbrush. Striking it against my open palm a few times I realized that it would work wonders on a chubby, little bottom such as Joey's.
I went to Joey's room, holding the hairbrush in my hand. "Are you gonna spank me with that?" he asked, nervously eyeing the brush in my hand.
"I'm going to give you two spankings Joey," I told him, "one with my hand and one with the hairbrush."
A look of nervous terror came to his face. He knew he deserved it, and he knew he was really going to get it good. I sat down the edge of his bed. "Come here Joey," I calmly demanded. He slowly walked over to me. "Keep your hands at your sides," I told him. I reached for the button of his jeans and unfastened it. I lowered his zipper and pulled his jeans open before grabbing the sides and pulling them down well below his knees. He had a look of nervousness mixed with embarrassment. I slid my fingertips in his briefs and slowly pulled them down, exposing both front and back. He went to cover his soft, small, hairless penis with his hand, but I gently pull his hand back to his side. I gently took his arm and pulled him over my knees. I could feel his penis pressing against my knee once I had him in position. My knuckles lightly grazed his buttocks as I raised his shirt-tail clear above the pale, white target. Holding him tightly down with my arm across his back I rested my other hand on his smooth bottom.
"How many are you gonna give me?" he nervously asked.
"I don't know Joey," I replied. "But you can know right now that you're going to be well blistered by the time I am finished with you."
I rubbed Joey's chubby buns all over and in between his deep butt-crack as well. He tensed as my fingertip rubbed his tight, little hole. After a few minutes of gently rubbing him I was ready to begin the spanking.
"Joey, raise your fanny," I demanded as I raised my hand in the air.
Joey hesitantly raised his butt up toward me and no sooner did my hand descend rapidly upon the lower portion of his butt just above his legs. He jerked from the sting and I continued to swat him repeatedly.
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Joey wailed and kicked in pain. His bottom turned cherry-red and slowly turned into a deep crimson color. I knew it hurt him and that he wouldn't sit comfortably for days, but he needed it. After fifty solid smacks on his bare buttocks his entire rear glowed with a bright, yet dark red color. I rubbed his hot skin for a few moments, letting him cry it out.
After a few minutes Joey finally settled down and I picked up the hairbrush. "Please, no more!" he fearfully begged.
I ignored him and raised the brush, bringing it down as hard as I could across his left buttock. He screamed in pain and jerked his feet in the air. I brought the brush down a second time, this time on his right buttock. I continued to spank with the brush, alternating cheeks until both cheeks were a purplish-blue color. He definately wouldn't sit for days with those bruises present. I grabbed a bruised cheek with one hand and pryed it apart, leaving his pink, little asshole visible. I gave it a swift stroke with the brush, causing him to let out a piercing scream. I gave him ten swats upon his anus, knowing he would feel that for a long time. I laid the brush down and began smacking his bruised buns with my hand once again. He had stopped his screaming and was now only blubbering uncontrollably.
I finally lifted him from my lap, making sure he didn't touch his bruised and swollen bottom. His penis was fully erect now from the rubbing against my knee during his punishment, and I wanted nothing more then to relieve him, but decided against it. However, I did allow my hand to gently carress over his penis while I rubbed soothing lotion on his sore bottom.