When Mr. Austin received a phone call from his stepson's school, he was furious. The boy, Patrick, aged 10, had been caught stealing money from his teacher's purse. So the principal had no other choice, "Mr. Austin, Patrick has been suspended for three days." So the man was told that he would have to pick him up immediately.
So Mr. Austin jumped into his little sports car and hustled over to the school. On the way, he gave serious thoughts on how he would punish the boy. And he didn't have to think very hard about that. He would spank the boy. "I am definitely going to enjoy spanking Patrick's cute little chubby butt," he confessed to himself. His stepson had one of those round, chubby bubble-butts that was perfect for spanking. He never grounded Patrick or had him write sentences or anything like that. No way. Not when he could spank him.
He picked up the boy in the office and apologized to the principal, assuring the man that the boy "would be properly punished."
On the way home with the cute little bubble-butt boy he could think of nothing else except spanking the kid. He hadn't spanked Patrick in maybe 3 or 4 months and he certainly was looking forward to the opportunity now. And any spanking he gave the boy would certainly be justified. "Do you know what's going to happen to you, Patrick, when we get home?" he asked the boy.
"I'm gettin' a spanking, probably," the youngster answered.
"You are right, young man. What you did was terribly wrong and you deserve a really good spanking!"
"Are you going to take my pants off?" the boy asked.
"Yes, Patrick. Your pants are definitely coming off. And not just your pants," the man announced.
They pulled into the driveway and Mr. Austin hustled the boy into the house. No one was at home because his other kids were at school and his wife was at work. So this would be a very private spanking.
The two of them went into Patrick's bedroom. Mr. Austin sat on the edge of the bed and beckened the presence of his stepson. "Get over here, Patrick."
The boy stood in front of his stepdad and watched his jeans being lowered. Then his shirt removed. And the boy then sat on the bed as his jeans, shoes and socks were all removed. Now the cute little lad was down to his Hanes briefs. Nothing else--just his little briefs.
Then the boy, now quite nervous, asked, "Are you gonna take my underpants off?"
"Yes, Patrick. You must realize that you are in a lot of trouble. And you deserve a good, hard spanking!" The boy, standing in front of his stepdad in his underpants, suddenly looked down and watched them being lowered. This was a little embarrassing because he realized that his stepdad could now see his little private parts--his little cute dickie and his little round balls, now exposed. Within a few seconds the boy was stepping out of his little Hanes briefs and was now standing naked in front of his stepdad. Totally naked--and quite vulnerable.
At this point the man placed the boy with the round, smooth, spankable butt across his lap. He adjusted the lad perfectly. He looked down and looked excitedly at the boy's really pretty little girlish bare bottom. As smooth as a baby's butt. And so round and shapely. No doubt--a perfect target for spanking.
Then it came. "You
naughty, naughty boy!" "I
hope this teaches you a lesson!" "Don't you ever steal again, you naughty little Patrick!" "Naughty!
Naughty!" The boy was crying
loudly now, squirming around on his stepdaddy's lap. Pleading for him
to stop. "Please, daddy, please, please, please! No more! Please! I
will never steal again! Please!" "I hope not, young man!" And the
spanking continued, reddening the boy's cute little ass quite well!!!!
When he finally stopped the boy's little ass was a blazing
red. Fire engine red, in fact. The boy stood up, rubbing his very sore
bottom, and jumping around like some ritualistic dance. And as he
jumped up and down, his little pecker bounced around. It was, in fact,
quite a sight for his stepdaddy. After about 2 minutes of dancing, the
boy was then ordered to go stand in the corner. And stand naked in the
corner. Which he did. And he stood there for about 45 minutes before
being allowed to get into his little underpants. But nothing else.
Just his underpants. And that's how he stayed until bedtime. By
the way. There is a happy ending to the story. The boy never stole
money from his teacher's purse again. But he did steal money from his
mother's purse about 6 months later. And that's another story.
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