This wasn't exactly what I had planned doing on this Tuesday afternoon, but nevertheless, here I was – stripped naked, laying face down in my father's bathtub, as my equally naked 10 year old friend, prepared to spank my wet, and glistening ass.
Dad was very clear about wanting Gavin to take control of me. I had agreed that my little buddy could spank me whenever I needed it. Naturally, I had thought that Gavin wouldn't be bold enough to actually do anything. I was also counting on the fact that a child would spank me harder than a man would. You would think, now wouldn't you?
SLAP!
Yowch! Gavin finally started giving it to me.
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He was kneeling next to the tub, naked because our clothes were still in the washer.
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AHHH! This was hurting already! Serves me right, I suppose....
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AAAAYYYY! OOOF....for suggesting it to him. You see, Dad made it clear that....
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IIIIIIIYYYYYEEEE! ....oh, man! This really stings!....Dad made it clear that I was to teach Gavin....
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OOOOOOH!!! ....everything I know.
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MMMMMMMMM!....Dad would be checking up on us....
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OOOOOOOMMMM!...._d_a_m_n_!....and Gavin didn't want to disappoint.
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"_s_h_i_t_!" I screamed out, finally letting my pal know that his handy work wasn't going to waste.
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"Am I doing it right, Matty?" Gavin asked, slowing down a bit, so that the pain could really sink in.
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"Yeah...." I gasped, wincing from the hurt of his hand smacking my naked ass, as water would spray everywhere. "I....I suppose so!"
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"OOOOOOH!!!" I was told by father to tell Gavin everything about my spankings growing up....
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"OOOOOH! OOOOH! OOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!" So that Gavin would know what to do.
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"OOOO! NOOOOO! OOOOOOOOOOOOH!!" Since he had never been spanked himself.
"NOOOO!" And getting spanked in the tub, tummy side down, ass side barely peaking over the water, was one of the worst I ever got, when I was only eight.
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"OOOOH! OOOOOOH! NOOOOO!!!!" But I wasn't eight! I was fourteen!
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"OOOOH! GAVIN! PLEEEEASEEEEE!" I cried out, like a beaten eight-year-old. "I SWEAR I-I-I'll BE GOOD! OOOOOH!!!"
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"That's what I like to hear!!" he laughed, placing his left hand straight down on the center of my back, and pushing hard forward, to hold me still.
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"OOOOH! OOOOOH!!!" Man, that other hand hurt too!
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"OOOF! OOOOOOOOOOHHHNNNNOOOO!!" I had been slightly occupied with the fact that he too was naked....
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"OOOOH! NOOO! PLEEEEASE!!!" But not any more! This was stinging more that I had bargained for!!
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"OOOH! OOOOOOOOH!!!!" I screamed out as loud as I can, my pubescent voice echoing off the bathroom walls.
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"Sing for me, dude!" he cackled. "Tell Gavin all about it!"
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"YEOOOOW! OH GOD! NOOO! NOO! NOOOO!!!" I really began to wonder how much more he was going to do!
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"OOOOOOH!!!" I had lost count, as I desperately tried to keep my face above the water while my body twisted and thrashed under the strong hand of a soon to be expert spanker.
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"You know you deserve this, boy!" Gavin said, remembering from my father that he needed to lecture me throughout the tanning session.
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"PLEEEEEASE! OOOOH! OH! OH! OH!!" I was trying to sink my butt under the water, away from his hand, but I had unwittingly put just enough water in the tub....
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"OOOOOH!!!!" So that my naked ass couldn't hide!
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"You are such a bad little brat, Matt," he chided me. "HEY!" he laughed.
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"That rhymed!" He was having far too much with this, as he had picked up the pace again.
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"I MEAAAAN IT! OOOOOH! I – I ...." My legs were really thrashing now....
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"I"LL BEEEEE GOOOO-OOOO-OOOOD!" My feet were smacking the wall of the tub....
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"I OOOOOH! PLEEEEASE!!!" But the pain in my foot was a welcome distraction from the searing pain in my bottom!
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"You think....think you can be....be a good boy, Ma-Ma-Matt?" Gavin panted, as he finally stopped.
I glanced over my shoulder and looked at him. He was almost as wet as I was, what with all of my splashing I was doing – I was relieved I told him to take off the hockey jersey. Those things are expensive!
I was trying to get my words together, but I couldn't really collect my thoughts and speak at the same time. I just wanted this heat on my backside to stop.
Gavin was still panting. I could see he still had a bit of that reserved, unsure-ness (is that even a word?) in him.
"Ooooh, Gavin," I cried, finally able to find some words. "That-that-that hurt sooooo much!" I sniveled, really trying hard not to totally loose it again.
He just looked at me quietly, studying me. Trying to decide if I was telling the truth or not. I was afraid to say anything else, so I waited out the silence, as I tried hard not to do anything that might set him off. That hairbrush was still sitting near him, and I could tell he was fighting the conflicting emotions of wanting to use it, and having a heart.
"Your butt is pretty red," he said softly.
"It-it-it-it really hurts," I said, breathing through my mouth.
"I think I gave you about a hundred spanks," he said, leaning back, as he rested then on the back of his feet. This gave me the unexpected treat of seeing his full boyhood, exposed and erect and just about six inches away from the me and the tub. He didn't seem to mind.
"At-at least a hundred," I said softly, trying not to stare at that beautiful thing between his legs.
"Do you think that will be enough?" he asked. "Do you think that your Daddy will be pleased?'
"Sure," I said.
"But I didn't use the hairbrush to paddle you," he said, picking it up. "And, you aren't completely broken down, are you?"
"No-no, but," I said with a gulp. "You don't have to always do that. The punishment should fit the crime."
"It should?" he said, looking odd at me.
"Does tracking mud all through the kitchen, living room and-and-and dining room....does....does that merit using the hairbrush too? I sure as hell hoped not!
He looked at me, and reached over to feel my wet butt. "What would your Daddy, do?" he asked with a squint.
I honestly didn't know. I had to think about it.
"W-w-well, if it were him, Gav," I said, closing my eyes. I was enjoying his hand touching my ass like this, instead of the violent way it normally did. "He might stop after ....what you did ....too."
"If I called him right now and asked him, what would he say?" God, Gavin was good!
"He w-w-w-would tell you that, I'm pretty sure," I sighed, opening my eyes up and turning my head around to look at him again. "But he-he would probably tell you to go ahead and use the hairbrush, any- anyway." I had to be honest. If Dad were called and asked by Gavin what to do now, Dad would be so pissed that he had to call, that he would tell Gavin to brush me up a bit.
"Really?" Gavin said, so quietly I almost didn't hear him. I took a quick peak at his Norseman's prick, and it was quivering back and forth. The two of us were entering uncharted territory!
"But I-I-I also think, Gavin," I said looking at him in the eyes again. "That he will be pleased with what....you already did, and th-th-that I had told you to do it."
"Really?" He almost looked like HE was going to cry.
"I don't think he'll have any complaints about w-w-what happened here." I was sure I had him with that one. His hand was still rubbing my ass as he was thinking it through. He really did give me a good spanking, and I did tell him the truth: if asked Dad would recommend that he "finish me off," but he would be home in about an hour anyway, and that ass, as it was now, would still be an angry red.
About then the phone rang.
"Stay here," Gavin said, hopping up, and wrapping a towel around his mid-section. "It may be your Daddy or my folks."
I wasn't going anywhere. I had the biggest boner, myself, sandwiched between my stomach and the tub. With him out of the room, I turned my arms around and rubbed my butt much like he had been doing, to sooth it a bit. I was also beginning to gently hump the bottom of the bathtub. I wasn't able to do that very long, however, as Gavin came in with a determined look on his face.
"Who was that?" I asked. "Was that Dad? Is he running late."
Gavin let the towel drop to the floor. His 4 incher sprang up and slapped him below the bellybutton.
"Nope," he said, picking up the hairbrush, and running his hand along the back of it.
"Who was it, then?" I asked, suddenly concerned with the devilish look in that naked imp's face.
"Your good friend, LEE," he said in disgust. "He called to tell you he was back."
"Did you tell him I will call him back?" I asked, as Gavin leaned back down next to the tub.
"Yeah, I told him you would have to call him back later," he said, resuming his position of holding me down with one hand, and raising the other one above my butt. "I told him you were too busy getting spanked!!!"