Hello to all. This another in a continuing story of Myself and Diane raising our lovely kids and their friends too from time to time, as always this is all fictional, this is just for your enjoyment, sincerely, M.P.
Well Diane and I got married finally. The writing has been on the wall for the longest time and I really liked her daughter. Well Diane and her daughter went back east to see her mom, and do those great "girl" things for the summer. So Hobie and I were left here. Since we sold Diane's' house we were left with some money. My house is already paid off since I inherited it from my deceased grandparents. So Diane did some good with the dough and so did I. I bought Hobie and me some "ATV" machines, a bunch of other cool goodies, and a new GMC Denali. Diane loved the Safari, so that one is still hers. That antiques hobby of hers. Well Hobie was home now and school was out for the summer. His buddy Scott came over to do some stuff with Hobie too. Scott is your typical blond hair surfer looker kid with those ocean blue eyes, and great build. He does surf you know. Don and Carol, Scotts' parents are great. Scott is another very well mannered and behaved kid. I have seen Don more than once give Scott a good seat of his baggy skateboarders jeans a good warming when Scott needed it. Don and Carol let me know that a spanking is the best way to keep kids in line when needed. I couldn't agree more. Scott is like the Tom Sawyer of today in his curiosity and at times mischief. Well, at any rate. Hobie was tuning up his ATV machine and was putting in some new high performance parts I bought him. Hobie is so mechanically knowledgeable and able, it is scary. He was putting in a new exhaust and new reeds for the carb and was doing all the hop up things you can do on an ATV. We have allot of the gear. Helps that my Grandfather was a machinist. I taught Hobie how to use all the cool equipment for his ATV hot rod project. He caught on real quick. Well Hobie was just finishing up. When Scott got this great idea about riding the ATV on the street. Hobie was very adamant that it was against our rules to do something so dangerous as that. So Hobie admonished Scott that, that was not a good idea and why. Well Hobie started up the ATV and let it warm up and idle so he could do some adjustments on the carb air/fuel mixture. Well Hobie had to go the bathroom because of all those cokes he had drunk. So, Scott was left behind in the garage with the ATV running and warming. Well since Hobie wasn't around , lets take the ATV for a spin. We have a pretty long and wide driveway so you could putter around with the ATV there without going onto the street into traffic. Well, like I said. Scott is like Tom Sawyer. His curiosity got the better of him. He rode the ATV out onto the street. He kept it within a 100 yards either way from my housefor alittle while anyway. Scott was really cooking on that ATV, he took a curve on our street alittle wide and almost got hit by a car head on. Scott just got out of the way just in time. Hobie was already out of the bathroom and wondered where Scott went with the ATV. Hobie was on his bike hoping to find Scott real quick before he got them both in trouble. Well, the car that Scott almost got hit by was Chris' car. A cool Chevy pre-runner style truck. Chris knew whose ATV that was and came directly to my house. Scott was already back. Hobie wasn't back yet. He was still looking for Scott. Chris rides with us on our ATV jaunts allot and was really disappointed that Hobie would be that stupid he thought. Well imagine his surprise when he discovered it was Scott. Chris knocked on my front door and I came out. I greeted Chris . Chris was alittle more business than usual here. He told me how he almost squashed Scott on Hobies' ATV on the "street" a few minutes ago. Scott just now came back out from the bathroom. I asked Scott if that was true. Scott like all the kids Hobie knows always tells the truth. He sighed..."yes" it was me. I told Scott to go into the living room and wait there. Chris had to go, but he said that if he didn't, he would of spanked Scott till he could sit down till college. As Chris left Hobie had just rode up the driveway. I greeted Hobie and told him to go and wait in the living room with Scott. Well, now. There they were, sitting on the couch. Scott sporting a "Quicksilver" teal color t-shirt, and nylon blue "shiny" boardshorts of the brand as his T-shirt. I admonished Scott how dangerous it was what he did with the ATV and told him that his almost tragic disaster is why we don't ride ATVs' on the street no matter how short the ride. Scott bowwed his head in shame. I told Scott that he needed to not forget that, so I told him to get up and bend over the arm cushion of my couch. I told him, he is going to get a spanking for what he did, and he would not soon forget.
My boy Hobie stayed absolutely silent. He wore a flightsuit coverall that I got him for doing his ATV mechanical stuff. He looked good in it. Like alittle airman. Anyway, Scott was going get spanked but good. I took off my belt, lifted Scotts t-shirt above the seat of his cute nylon boardshorts, now presented to me begging for the spanking. I swung back and connected on my nylon covered target. WHACK......and again...WHACK....WHACK...WHACK...WHACK...WHACK...WHACK...WHACK...WHACK...I made perfect contact on both those naughty cute buns of Scott. Scott was already squirming. His board shorts didn't offer him much protection from the leather assault he was getting. WHACK...WHACK...WHACK...WHACK...WHACK...WHACK...WHACK...WHACK...WHACK....WHACK. Another 100 times hard across that wayward blue shiny nylon covered but of his. I stopped. I pulled him up to me and hugged and consoled him. I told him that he would never do that stunt again, unless he wanted more of the belt. Scott nodded and he kept crying. Hobie was a model of silence and goodness. I told him to go back in the garage continue what he was doing. Well. Hobie left. I walked Scott to the kitchen and helped wipe up his face, and got him something to drink and offered him some eats, he politely accepted and chorted that getting a good spanking got him hungry too. So I made him some hotdogs and he gobbled them down like a typical teenager would. He was going to leave now. I gave him another hug and rubbed his thoroughly spanked bottom through his shorts. His butt was still very warm from his spanking. Then Scott said bye and left. Later after Hobie and I had our lunch, Hobie told me he felt real bad about what happened with Scott and that even tough he warned Scott about going onto the street with the ATV. It was still "my" ATV, Hobie said. I could have taken the key out of the ignition and prevented that from happening. Hobie was tearing up abit when he was telling me this. I looked at him, and thought. I am so proud of my boy. Hobie was in the clear here. Yet Hobie still felt responsible for his ATV and his friend Scott. I told Hobie to come over to me. I hugged him tight and told how proud I was of him. Hobie told me that he should be spanked too. And very hard so he won't forget to be more "responsible". Well, I left my belt in the living room, so I told him to stay put. I was going to honor Hobies' wishes. I got a nice large wooden spoon from my utensils drawer, and put a chair in the center of the kitchen, and asked Hobie. "Are you sure you want a spanking for what happened today?" He nodded his head yes. And said yes sir. So I gently but firmly pulled him over my knee and got him into the perfect position to spank his bottom good. His flightsuit coveralls have no back pockets over the seat area, so just one layer of cotton/poly blend and his underwear were all the protection he would have. I started to spank Hobie. SMACK..SMACK..SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...Over and over I spanked his cute cheeks covered in that coverall. He was squirming but not telling me to stop. Hobie really knew he needed to be punished. I spanked the left, then the right cheek, then both cheeks. I spanked him hard and long and now fast. The seat of his flightsuit coveralls were on fire for sure. Hobie screamed every time the spoon landed on his bottom. I delivered the last 10 spanks very hard. He was kicking wildly with each of the smacks. I put down the spoon, and gave him an additional 50 hand spanks for the "coup de tat". Hobies spanking was finished. He was sobbing freely now. I picked him up and consoled him. I held and consoled him and told him that I love him, and how very proud I was of him....M. P.