"What's Gavin's house like?" Dad asked.
"I don't know," I mumbled, sulking in the la-z-boy. "I've only been in the living room and kitchen once. Never up to his room, or anywhere else." I was very upset.
"Why do you think he didn't want you to go over there?"
"Because he didn't want his folks to hear him spanking me," I said, matter-of-factly. I was really annoyed - my brilliant plan had backfired!
"Oh, ok," Dad said, nodding his head. "That makes sense."
I couldn't believe my father was doing this! Didn't he KNOW that I wanted HIM to spank me! Couldn't he TELL that what all of that was all about?? DOESN'T HE KNOW WHEN HE'S BEING SEDUCED?!
Geeesh!
"Have you given any thoughts to your birthday?" Dad asked.
"No," I said, as tears were welling up. "Not really." The big day was coming up so fast I had a hard time keeping track of it.
"It's just a few weeks away," he said. "If you want some friends to spend the night, you all can stay down here."
I nodded my head and sniffled. That was about the only answer I could give.
Then...right on cue the door bell rang.
"You need to go get him, and take him someplace to spank you."
"How about down here?" I asked. That would still, sort of, be exciting!!
"I don't need to see it," Dad said, with a dismissive hand wave.
"You don't want to talk to him?"
"No," was all he Dad said.
Now he wasn't even paying attention. He was too busy watching Jerry Lewis cry at the end of the telethon. "I'll push dinner off until eight."
I picked up the hairbrush and slowly went up the stairs and met Gavin at the front door. Maybe if he didn't actually know why he had to spank me, he would go easier? Maybe if I explained it to him?
Ahhh...CRAP! This didn't look good: he was standing at the door with a big grin on his fave.
"Hey!" Gav said. "Your Dad called!"
"I know..." I said, as I tried to tell him what had happened. He didn't want to hear anything as he lead me into the living room by the hand.
"Come on, Matt," he said. "I need to get back home. Dad said I could stay up and watch a little bit of football if I take my bath and got ready for bed early."
He sat down on the sofa, and yanked my towel off with an angry jerk of the wrist. Like my father, his eyes bugged out.
"What the hell is this?"
"Ahhh, it's underpants!"
"They look a little snug on you," he laughed, as he put his thumbs in the waste band and dropped them down.
"OOOH!" I said, as my hard penis flopped out. "Watch it!"
Gavin laughed, as he leaned over and flicked my pecker with his finger.
"OOOH! HEY!!!"
He laughed again, then he got distracted. "Wait!" he said, as he got the undershorts all the way off. "Are these mine? These look like mine?!"
"I can explain," I said, really getting nervous.
"Get over my lap!!" he yelled.
"You don't really need to do this," I whispered.
"Get over my lap!"
"I didn't do anything really wrong, you see..."
"MATT!" he shouted, snatching the hairbrush out of my hand. "NOW!"
I got over his lap, but I continued to protest. "Please, Gavin. Dad really isn't mad, you see I wanted him to..."
"Would you shut up!?"
"I-I-I'm just trying to explain, Gav," I stammered.
SPANK!
"You are, are you?"
SPANK! SPANK!
"Yeah! YEAH!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"They'll be plenty of time for explaining...."
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"AFTER you have had your back end warmed up a bit!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOOF!" I winced. "No-no-no, Gavin you don't under...."
SPANK!
"....oooooh!.....STAND!"
SPANK! SPANK!
"Sure I understand, Matt," he said.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"You are a naughty boy, and I am the man to correct you."
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"IIIIIYEEEEEE," I yelped. "NO! PLEASE! You don't have...."
SPANK!!
"OOOOOH!"
SPANK!
"DO THIS!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"God, you crack me up sometimes, Matt!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Get it? CRACK me up?!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOOOOOH! NOOOOO! OOOOOOH!!!"
"Well, I guess you had to be there."
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOOH! OH! NOOOOO-OOOOOH-OOOOH!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"What's that? I can't hear you."
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOOH! OOOOOH!!! NOOOOOO! PLEASE!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Oh, you poor little guy," he howled with laughter. "That must really hurt, huh?"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"YEOOOOW! W-W-WHYYYYYY!!! OOOOH NOOO!!!!"
SPANK! SPANK!
"Why?" he laughed.
SPANK!
"Because I like that joke!!!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"PLEEEEEASE! OH LORD! OH LORD! OH LOR-OR-ORD!! OOOOH! OH LORD! OH LORD! OH LORD!!!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"No one can help your hide now, boy!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"I MEAN IT!!!! OOOOOH! I – I – I OOOOOH! PLEEEEASE!!!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Gavin picked up the brush.
"You know what this is for, dontcha, you bad little rascal?" he asked.
"Ohhh, no!" I said, looking at the brush. "Please, Gavin! I-I-I've had enough.
"Not yet you haven't," he said, bringing it down hard and fast.
SMACK! SMACK!
"That's what they all say, dude-ster!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"NOOOOOOOO MORE! NOOOOOOO! PLEEEEEEEASE GAVIN!!!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Oh, ho-ho-ho! There is plenty more of this, my budling!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"OOOOH HOOOOO! HOOOOO! HOOOOO!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"You are such a naughty, widdle baby!!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"OOOOOH!! OOH! OOHHH!! P-P-P-P-P-P-P-PLEEEEEASE!!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"I don't even know what you did wrong, but I'm sure you need this, right?"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"OOOOOOOOOOF! OOOH! OOOOH!!!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"AHHH! The last spanking of the summer, huh?"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"I'M SO-SO-SO-SORRY! PLEEEEASE GAV-V-V-IN! OOOOOH!!!!!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Don't it make you feel all warm and cozy all over!" he cackled.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"NOOOOO M-M-MORE! OOOOOOOH! I'M SORRY!!!!!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"For a high school boy, you sure are SORRY!!!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"PLEEEEEE-EEEEE-EEEEAASE STOOOOOP! OOOOOH!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"All-righty," he said, putting the brush down. "I suppose we've had enough of that."
"Th-thank you," I said quietly between the sobs.
"Haven't you learned ANYTHING this summer?!" he said, giggling, as he raised his hand high again. "We ain't done yet!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"I hope the kids at your high school never find out about this."
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"HOOOO! HOOOOO! HOOOOO! OOOOOOOH!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Just imagine how much THAT would suck!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOOOONNNNNNOONNONO!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOOH! OOOOH! OOOOOOH! OOOOH! NNNOOOOOOOOO!!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"That would just suck so much, I can't even imagine how much the suck-a-tude would be."
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Gavin finally finished up, and stood me in the corner naked. My erection had long sense vanished. Still, he took the opportunity to flick it again with his finger.
"Heh, heh," he laughed as I cried out.
He then yelled down into the basement to tell Dad he was done and was going home. Dad yelled back, "Thanks!"
"Well, Matt I guess I should go."
I sniffled.
"I hope you have a good first day of school tomorrow, Matt," Gavin said, picking up his undershorts.
I nodded my head.
"Mom wanted to make sure you would be meeting me at the bus stop tomorrow," he said, as he opened the front door.
I sniffled and nodded my head. That was about the only answer I could give.
"Cool," he said, leaving. "Good night!"
And off he went - my little, blond, eleven year old tormentor. Leaving me naked and crying, and taking with him what was left of the summer of 1999.
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Well...there you have it. The half way point! See you back here again soon, k?!