Gavin put the flyswatter down next to my head on the bed, and rubbed my ass. As much as he said he didn't want to "hurt me," I could tell that part of this little bugger was really enjoying this education I was giving him.
"We have about 10 minutes," he said. "Are we going to have enough time?"
"Not if you keep yapping," I said, as I raised my ass about three inches off of his lap. My pecker was dangling free and clear.
His grip around my waste tightened, as he brought his right hand down across my butt.
SPANK!
Hard! Dang! I could tell if he was getting stronger, or if....
SPANK! SPANK!
Ooof!
....it was because I was already "warmed up."
SPANK! SPANK!
My butt quickly lowered, and my pecker was once again pressed against his lap.
SPANK! SPANK!
"MMMMMM!" Oh man....this wasn't fun!....
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOH!" This was so horrible....I couldn't believe that I was going through....
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Ahhhhhhh, man! He was really picking up the pace - my rear end was really starting to smart!
SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOF!" Gavin sure didn't waste his time....
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
OH! Christ! This was a bad idea! He was hitting harder SPANK! And faster SPANK! And faster still! SPANK! And still even harder! SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOOOH!" I screamed out! I couldn't believe such a little boy could HIT so hard!
SPANK!
"PLEASE GAVIN!!" I couldn't take any more heat back there! I was really in pain. He had begun to slow up the pace, but they were still stinging across my naked fanny like the dickens.
SPANK!
"NOOOO!" I cried. "I mean it....please!!"
SPANK!
"....I'm not kidding...." I was now sobbing.
SPANK!
"....oooh....you need to....!" I began to beg, as my legs started to pump up and down.
SPANK!
"....stop! I swear....!" OH my god! This was so much worse than I could ever imagine that he could do.
SPANK!
He stopped and began to rub my plump, rump cheeks. He had done and excellent job of covering both of them with his small hands. Snot was all over the top sheet of the bed as I began to calm myself down.
"Thank....thank you, Gav," I mumbled, as his grip on my side tightened. He didn't say a word, but I could tell he was reaching up for the fly swatter. "No! No!" I began to stammer, as I realized what he was doing. "You don't have to do that...."
WACK!
"AAAWEE!" I screamed out, as he briskly brought the swatter down across my quivering butt. "NO! GAVIN! REALLY YOU DON'T HAVE...."
WACK!
"....TO DO THIS!!" I was screaming and bucking up and down, but he held me tight.
WACK! WACK!
"GAV....GAV....PLEASE!" I begged. "THERE'S NO NEED TO...."
WACK! WACK! WACK!
"NOOOO! OH GOD NO!" The pain was so much worse than what I had thought. What the _f_u_c_k_ was I thinking, telling him it was ok to spank me with a fly-swatter? I must have lost my god _d_a_m_n_ mind!
WACK! WACK! WACK!
"OOOHHH! HOOOO! HOOOOO!" Most of me really wanted him to stop, but still there was a tiny part that knew this had to happen – anything so to thwart Dad on his regular warmings of my tush.
WACK! WACK! WACK!
"GAVIN! THAT'S ENOUGH! THAT'S ENOUGH!" My legs continued to pump up and down, as I found myself humping Gavin's lap. A couple of times my right hand moved around to cover my butt, only to be swatted quickly by the nasty swatter I had found.
WACK! WACK! WACK!
"OUCH!" I cried out, "OH, PLEASSSSEE! GAVIN!"
WACK! WACK! WACK!
He wasn't listening. He had discovered how easy it was to use the fly swatter, and what a difference it made on the poor child that was getting spanked. My sobbing became deeper and deeper.
WACK! WACK! WACK!
I was now blubbering something I didn't even understand. Something about how this wasn't fair, and how I was sorry, and how I would never do anything as stupid as that again – basically all of the _s_h_i_t_ I eventually blubbered when Daddy whipped me good.
WACK! WACK! WACK!
The sobbing became more and more uncontrollable. I just lay there, totally beaten and humiliated. Here I was, a 14 year old, getting my naked bum spanked by an 11 year old kid – a kid that I was suppose to be in charge of! This was so horrible; if my ass was as red as it felt, there would be no doubt that my father would believe that Gavin did a right proper job working me over.
Gavin put the flyswatter aside, and rubbed his hand across the most tender part of my butt – the upper part, where the cheeks came together. "Your butt sure looks red, Matty," he said.
I couldn't answer. I only sobbed some more and shook my head.
"I suppose, though, that I have to finish the job, right?" Gavin said, raising his hand.
"N-N-N-NO!" I stammered, as his hand came down again quickly.
SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOOOH!" He was giving me the additional swats, "just to be on the safe side!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOOOOOOOFFFFF!" My crying continued, louder again.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
I had created a _f_u_c_k_ing monster! Just a half-hour ago Gavin's spanks couldn't hurt a fly, and now, here he was, beating me silly!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
There was nothing I could do but let me take me apart. There was nothing I could do but take what I had earned. My only consolation was that after this horrible moment, I would never be spanked ever again.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Gavin had stopped spanking me about a good two minutes before I fully realized it. He had just let me cry and sob and sniffle as I laid over his lap until I began to come to my sense.
"I....I think it's red enough, Matt," he whispered.
"Uh-huh," I managed to say.
We didn't say anything for a few more minutes. It was right at midnight when Gav said, "Should you be in bed, or standing in the corner?"
I sniffled back. "Corner....'til....he....comes....in...."
After a few moments more, I got off of his lap. I noticed his eyes were looking at my crotch – my _c_o_c_k_ was now rock hard, and was beginning to throb; it was so embarrassing. I slowly made my way to the corner and stood there, with my hands on my head.
"How....how long are you suppose to stay there?" Gavin said, himself out of breath.
"Half....hour...." I again stammered, glancing down to my pecker, which was waving "Hi!" to me: could this have been any more embarrassing?
"What if....what if your Daddy isn't back by then?" Gav said quietly.
"I'll....lay....on....bed...." I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything except how naked I was, how turned on I was, or how sore my backside was.
*Baseball....baseball....baseball....*
"What if he....if he doesn't come back until really late?" Gavin said, getting up and walking over to me, and then putting his hand on my bare heiney, as if to test it's warmth. "What if....if he doesn't come back until the morning?"
I didn't say anything. I hadn't thought of that. I was just hoping that he would be in that hotel door any moment now, and the concept that he might not be back in time to see the proof that I had been spanked....well....I couldn't even think about that.
He took his small hand off my rear end, and went into the bathroom and closed the door. I could only imagine what he was doing, but I preferred not to. Instead I broke down crying again, as a sinking feeling crept over me – this would not be my last spanking.