Less than 15 minutes later Mr. Peters walked in and saw Willie sitting at the kitchen table coloring pictures in one of his sons' old coloring books, wearing one of his tee shirts and nothing else. "Where are your clothes son?" He walked up and placed his hand on the boy's shoulder and looked at what the boy was coloring.
Willie looked around the man to see if Mrs. Peters was in earshot. "She made me take a shower." He said in a whisper. He then noticed how the man was dressed, a dress shirt and slacks and real nice boots on. "Boy! Are you taking Mrs. Peters out dancing too?"
John looked also to make sure the coast was clear then he leaned down to Willie's ear. "If she's lucky. Why? Do you think I'm over dressed?" John straighten back up and smoothed out his shirt.
"No! You look great." And Willie meant it, in his eyes Mr. Peters look down right handsome.
Well thank you." John moved his hand to the boy's neck. "Are you ready for your last spanking?"
Willie had almost forgot that this was the man who was going to spank him, he lowered his head. "Yeah. I guess so."
"Come on then, we'll do it in the den." John patted the boy's shoulder blade.
"You mean we're not going out to the barn?" He was a little bit nervous, as he got up, because Mrs. Peters would see him getting spanked.
"No. I just got cleaned up, and I don't plan on getting dirty again. We can do it right here in the den."
"But what about Mrs. Peters?"
John had to smile at the boy's modesty. " Son, she has seen a lot of boys get spanked in this house, I wouldn't worry about it." John began guiding Willie into the den; over to an over stuffed chair that faced the TV and fireplace. "Besides if you're lucky, she might put some cream on your butt when I'm finished."
Willie stopped and looked up at the man. "Cream on my butt?"
John smiled at the way the kid asked the question. "Yeah. It'll help stop the burning."
John sat down and was about to pull the boy over when Willie pushed back up. "Wait!"
John thought the kid was about to refuse to be spanked, this is something that really pisses John off, and he gave the boy a stern look. "What?"
Willie began to shift between his feet, trying to find the right words. "I know I got it coming, and I'll take it. But....I....just want to....say I'm....sorry." Willie lowered his head. "I mean it. I'm really sorry."
John looked at the boy and then past him, at the door to the den was his wife; it looked like she was about to start crying. "Son. You're one hell of a kid, and I know you're going to make one hell of a man. I accept your apology." The man and boy hugged each other for sometime. "Are you ready?"
Willie stood back up and wiped his nose with his arm again. "Yes sir." He then lifted the oversized tee shirt up to his chest and laid across the man's lap. He squirmed around until his feet were off the ground and had locked his arms around the man's leg, when he noticed Mrs. Peters at the door, and he lowered his head and waited for the first strike.
John once again laid his hand on the firm little baby bottom, and began to rub his palm back and fourth, it was soft to the touch and the tan line set off the pale skin of the boy' butt. John looked up at his wife and she turned to leave.
SLAP! The boy jerked forward, he tighten his muscles from the sting, and then loosen them again for the next.
SLAP! - SLAP! -SLAP! -SLAP! "OWE!" The boy's hand flew back immediately to guard his rear. "PLEASE MR. PETERS NOT SO FAST!"
"Son we're going to get these over with now!" SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The spanks were coming faster than before and they were hurting a lot more too. The boy was thinking that all he had to do is finish this set of spankings and it would be all over. John felt the boy's apology was real but, he also felt that because of the apology he had to be a little bit harder on the boy so Willie wouldn't feel that, that's the way to get an easy spanking, give a false apology.
The spankings continued and Sally couldn't take it any more, she had been sitting at the kitchen table listening to the high pitched slaps that were coming from the boy punishment, she got up and went to the cupboard and got a jar of skin cream. As she walked into the den John had just delivered his last spank and was now rubbing the sore bottom that lay before him. Sally reached down and took the crying child's hand and led him to the sofa, she sat down and pulled to boy across her lap. She raised his shirt and exposed his bright red bottom, with a mild amount of cream; she began to slowly rub it into the boy upturn butt. John had gotten up from his chair and walked over to his wife and kissed her, then he went outside to be alone. For about 20 minutes she rubbed the little boy's bottom, until his crying had stopped completely, she looked down at the child and saw that he was sucking his thumb.
"Lord child! Don't let my husband see you doing that. He wants you to be a young man." She whispered down to the boy's ear.
Willie hadn't realized that he was sucking his thumb, he jerked it out of his mouth. "Sorry."
"I'll tell you what if you want to suck it you can, just don't do it around Mr. Peters. OK?" She patted his bottom.
"Ok." He only knew that he liked doing it, and if she was going to let him do it, then he would. Willie put his thumb back into his mouth and lay across her lap, just like a little boy should.
She patted his bottom again. "That's my baby."
Within a few more minutes she had Willie dressed and ready to go home, they hugged each other and said good-bye, with Willie's promise to come back by again. Willie walked over to the barn and got his fishing pole and sack lunch, he saw Mr. Peters standing by the fence looking out to his fields. The boy walked up behind the man.
"I guess I'll be going now."
John turned to look at the boy, he had his shirt tucked in and his wife must have combed the boy's hair, John was smoking a cigar so he took another drag before talking. "Did you learn anything today son?"
Willie straighten up to recite. "Not to play hooky. Not to go fishing on private property without permission. And not to play any nasty games." Willie smiled and looked up at the man with pride.
"Sounds to me like you've learned a lot today."
"Thank you." Willie began to shift between his feet again.
John had seen this enough today to know the boy wanted to ask something. "What is it Will? What do you want to ask me?"
"I was wondering....sense you have so much work to do....I was wondering if ....maybe I could....have a....job?" The boy gave the man those lost puppy dog eyes most kids have when they beg.
"Well son.... will you work hard?"
"Yes sir."
"No slacking. If I give you a job you'll do it without whining?"
"Yes sir!"
"And you have to keep your grades up at school too."
The boy's heart sank; he was not very good at school. "I'm not very smart....But I'll try my best!"
"You know what's going to happen if you break my rules?" John took the cigar from his mouth and brought his face down to the boy's face.
"I-I'll be spanked?"
"Yep!" John stood back up. "Do we have a deal?"
Instead of getting a yes or no, John got one hell of a bear hug from the boy. "I'll be good I swear! I'll do everything you tell me!"
John returned the hug. "That's my boy. Now go on home you got some music to face there too, with your mother."
Willie broke the embrace and took off running down the road towards his home. "I'LL BE BACK TOMORROW! AND I"LL WORK REAL HARD! GOOD BYE MR. PETERS! GOOD BYE MRS. PETERS!" Willie shouted as he ran away from the Peters' Farm.
John turned to find his wife had walked up behind him, she grabbed his arm and hugged it as they both watched the little boy run down the road. John took another puff on his cigar.
"You know that discussion we had the other night Sally?" He looked down at his wife.
At this point she knew she won the argument that they had two nights back. "Yes dear?"
"I think you're right. Let's adopt a son."
With that said she pulled her husband's face to hers and they kissed.
(And now to end our story let's see what happen to all the players.)
Willie came back and worked for the Peters until he went to collage, and when his mother had to go on a business trip he would stay with the Peters.
Jason was arrested five years later on 105 counts of child molestation, 23 against his little brother, and the rest were against Cub Scout troop #109.
Jon's uncontrollable desire to be punished and abused led him into prostitution, where as he was arrested for propositioning the sheriffs deputy. Jon was never known for his 'over abundance' in brain cells.
Both Jason and Jon now share a jail cell with a man known as 'Donkey _d_i_c_k_ Dan', who was arrested for molesting the town mule.
As for John and Sally Peters, one year later they adopted an eight-year-old little boy named Billy (my cousin).
THE END!
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