I am a rich kid who gets anything he wants. I have not wants for anything. I go to a private school with other boys. We talk about what most boys talk about. Sports, cars...etc.
One day at school, our conversation moved toward discipline. Being a rich kid, my parents had our servants take care of everything. My parents were never around to see me allot. Being an only child sometimes what its all cracked up to be as one would think. I have any clothes I want, electronics...the whole works.
I was never disciplined by anyone. I was always the good boy, did his work and got along with everyone. One day my friend John asked, had I ever got a "spanking." I looked at him like he had 2 heads, and answered "of course not!!" John never got spanked either.
He and I were very curious about the whole thing. Well at least for awhile anyway. John let it drop and moved on to other matters. I though was still interested. The rest of the school day went without a hitch as usual. Boringly, usual.
I got home after the servant picked me up in the Bentley turbo R, Dad had taken the Range Rover just to be different. I got home and changed into what 11 year old kids would typically wear. I had some new blue nylon cargo pants that I got and an oversized t-shirt. I liked to skateboard allot. We have enough places for me to skate with no problems. But being the kid I was, I got bored. I went into the house and thought about what I talked to John about, and I wanted to see if I could get into trouble enough to get a "spanking". This was my main thing for the afternoon. I went into the study, and started annoying Carol, one of our servants who was dusting and putting books away. I would take books and drop them on the floor just after she just put them back on the shelves.
Carol got annoyed and just shooed me out of the room. No help here. Carol is really easy to get along with and is the patient saint of the servants here. I went to the garage and George the driver and servant was polishing the Bentley. Now I thought, this would be a great chance. I started putting hand prints on the windows with wax and finger painting with wax all sorts of designs. I was having a ball.
George saw me doing this and shooed me out of the garage but not without smacking the seat of my nylon cargo pants soundly. Close but still not there yet. I was amazed at the stinging sensation on my bottom, but I wanted to feel more.
I went back into the house, and into the kitchen, and Mary was doing some baking and cleaning too. I started to talk to Mary for alittle while to get her comfortable and off guard for my planned misdeeds.
Mary is nice but she is the least patient of the lot of the servants. I started to play with the kitchen utensils coming up with all sorts of crazy things. I got to the cake batter and used a spoon and scooped out some of the batter, and flung it in the air like a catapult. Mary was too busy to see the comets of batter I was launching behind her. This just made me redouble my efforts. She bent over and I shot a comet of cake batter at her, and it hit her behind squarely. Needless to say I thought this was too funny and laughed at my handywork.
Mary did not think it was so funny. She looked straight up at me and as she did, she saw the batter comets I launched and where they had landed. I must have shot a good 20 of them.
Mary was pissed. She commanded me to come over to her this instant. I laughed and said, come and get me if you can. I was enjoying myself greatly. Mary came toward me ,and I moved away from her. The Kitchen has a marble counter island in the middle, so I stayed on the opposite side she was. It was cat and mouse for awhile. I was laughing so hard, and Mary screaming at me to come to her. She said the longer I took, the worse it was going to be.
Well of course I didn't listen to her. Hey! I am a kid of 11,and I am having way too much fun. Well between my laughing and taunting. I must have lost track where I was to Mary. All of sudden before I knew it, she grabbed by arm led me over to the counter and bent me over.
Mary then said, I am going to give such a pants warming, you will never forget it. With that, my nylon cargo pants seat was being barraged with spanks from her hand ,as she held me down.
Wow, this was incredible. I was finally getting a "spanking". She was a good spanker too. I felt at first a mild sting. It grew more warmer as her hand assault on the seat of my pants went on. Soon it was burning. The feeling was so new to me. It began to hurt but not overly so. I don't know how many times she swatted my bottom. I didn't care. Later though, it began to hurt. My bottom was burning under my nylon cargo pants. I thought my seat of my pants would be red by this time. Suddenly, Mary stopped spanking for a moment. Sensing that it was done I tried to stand up. I was wrong though. Mary pick up a wooden spoon and starting pasting the seat of my pants with all her strength. I was beggining to think, maybe I should worn thicker pants or something. Ouchh!! it was really hurting now.
At the same time I wanted it to stop, something inside me wanted it to keep on going. I couldn't figure it out. The spanks rained down on my sore bottom. Pants or no pants, my bottom was getting a great hard and plenty spanking. I was crying my head off. I heard suddenly footsteps coming up behind me, and Mary stopped spanking me.
It has to be over by now I thought. I was wrong again. I was still held down by Marys strong arm. All of a sudden I felt what seemed like a piece of leather slash across the seat of my pants. Yeoooowwww!! Boy oh boy that hurt. Whack...whack...whack and on it went. I looked back and saw it was George who was giving my behind the whipping with a belt. He was pouring it on. My behind was aching in pain. Finally George stopped. It has to be over now....right?? I thought How much more can my behind take.??
Well, I am 3 for and 3. Carol walked in and had her long handle feather duster with her. I thought, she is going to spank me with a feather duster??? I was wrong. She pulled a hairbrush out of her apron pocket and started whacking my already defeated, sore though still pants covered bottom with it. This was really hurting. I couldn't believe how much pain I was in. Smack after smack, the brush was laid my nylon pants covered bottom. Finally after what felt like 1000 swats....well probably more like 150 or so hard swats with the brush, Carol stopped.
I was pulled up and marched to the den and put the in corner. I got another 20 or so hand spanking on my pants from each for good measure. I stood there for 45 minutes I would guess. After I was taken over the knee of each servant and soundly spanked again. I was kicking and screaming like a little baby. Georges' hand was the strongest. It was like being paddled with a wooden paddle, but it was just with his hand. Mary and Carol were no lightweights either, and by the time it was done, my whole bottom was spanked soundly. I was then put in my room and told not to come until told to do so. Well, to say the least, the rest of the evening went alright. My debt paid for my misdeeds and the servants my friends again. Though they vowed that if I misbehave again, they will do the same, and maybe even pull my pants down next time. I don't know why but after dinner I went to my room and I had a hard on. The spanking was harsh but it turned me on. I rubbed myself through my pants and came in them. It was so strange for me but felt so good.
Well, the next day I met John at school and told him what happened and he was fascinated by what all went on, and I told him though it hurt, I can't wait to see what happens when they pull my pants down and spank me. After my behinds heals up alittle. Now John wants to try to get spanked. Hmmm, looks like we will be trading stories for some time. M. P.