This story is about a 13 year old boy, living with his brother and sister-in-law. It depicts spanking M/b, F/b (b non-consenting). If this makes your blood boil, go and read the fairy tales by the GRIMM brothers. Those too are very exciting, even for kids.
This story has been told to me (the writer) by my French friend Marc le Fesseur and his wife Mireille (Mir for the friends). Although I do not endorse their views on child rearing, I found the theme interesting enough to share it with my readers. Compare it with a writer telling how a murder was planned and commited.
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EIGHT
A few days after I used the martinet on Jacques's bottom I nearly bumped onto his headmaster as I entered the Banque Agricole.
"Well", he said, "how is your young brother Jacques?"
"Better now, Monsieur Legrand, but a few days ago his bottom was so sore he took his supper standing!"
"Très bien, looks like you punished him well, the little brat."
"Ah oui, I first warmed his bare bottom by hand whilst he lay over the knee and than had a rather long session with the martinet his Maman gave me."
"Avec le martinet? I do hope you are well experienced with that implement. During my education to become a teacher we were warned that the martinet - if not used in the right way - could be an instrument of real torture."
"I was not aware there is a problem when using the martinet. I simply had him laying over the table with two cushions under his tummy, so that his buttocks were sticking well up."
"That's what I meant: in that position the spankee is quite vulnerable as the spanker can use a full swing of his arm and even of his torso. That way the thongs of the martinet are hitting the target with a terrible speed. Did Jacques's bottom show any welts when you had finished?"
"Oh no, not at all, his bum was glowing red all over, but I saw no welts or bruises. Mind you, I didn't use my full strenght, I'm not a sadist you know."
"Lucky for Jacques you knew by instinct that you better didn't use your full swing. Anyway, I would recommend you to take him over the knee next time he needs a flogging with the martinet. Your target being close to you your swing will be limited to a reasonable force. That's how I used the martinet when it still was permitted to apply corporal punishment on schoolboys. I prefered to have them kicking their legs when they were being thrashed; it's much more satisfying to watch rather than looking at an immobilised body. If the mischief was extremely serious, I had the culprit stand bended over before me, holding his head between my legs. The strands of the martinet then would hit the bottom from top to thighs, and the tips - which have the most momentum - would be cutting into the underbum. That part of the body is the most fleshy and can take a good thrashing. But it's also the most sensitive part of the bottom, hence each smack smarts double. Oh yes, remember, always wait a minute or two before starting the thrashing. The boy's anticipation and fear of the unknown are palpable elements in a true punishment."
On that he uttered a deep sigh. "Ah, the good old times when an educator still had the possibility to let the kids physicaly feel that they overstepped the mark!"
I thanked the teacher for his good advice and opened the door of the bank.
"If you are in doubt how to treat the boy, dont hesitate to call me", the headmaster offered, "I have a lot of experience and would be pleased to help you."
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NINE
When I came home Jacques and a boy about his age were playing on the grass round our house.
"Oh Marc", he greeted at me with enthusiasm, "Claude is my best friend and his parents are out of town for a few days. They phoned with Mir and she accepted he may stay with us till the end of the holidays."
The boy came to me and greeted me politly.
Standing close to me I noticed he had an angelic face, with half long curly blond hair accentuating his clear blue eyes. He was an few inches taller than Jacques, but had a much more slender, gangling, skinny body. He was wearing kind of athletic shorts, which were a hot fashion that year. The legs of his shorts were showing just a hint of the lower curves of his buttocks. Gosh, that boy was attractive!
"Well, I'm glad for both of you that you can enjoy your holidays together. Dont forget to wheep your feet when you enter the house. It's only yesterday Mir cleaned the floors!"
As soon as I entered Mir started explaining: "You know the Dupont's from just around the corner. Mister Dupont's mother, who lives in Clermont-Ferrand had a accident this morning and they both went to visit her. It must be rather serious because she's in Intensive Care. Their son Claude does not know what happened, so please dont tell him. Anyway, I know Marie-Claire from our churchchoir, and she asked me if we would take care of the boy till the end of the holidays. Whatever happens she will be back by that time."
"That's fine with me, but where will the boy sleep, we only have two bedrooms?"
"Oh, that's no problem, Jacques immediatly offered to share his bed with Claude. I did not know up to now but he told me they attend the same school and are real buddies."
The day passed without any discordant note. The boys, having played outside nearly the whole day ate like young wolves, and nearly felt asleep during the news broadcast. Mir noticing this, proposed them to go to bed rather early and to my amazement they agreed.
Jacques took his pyjamas and out of habit started undressing. But Claude hesitated, looking in embarrassment from Jacques to me and to Mir.
"Come on Claude, change into your PJ's", Jacques whispered, "they are not looking at you, they are watching the tele."
Claude turned his front away from us and gingerly lowered his trousers and pants. The moment the lower part of his body was nude he nearly jumped into his pyjamas bottom.
Mir stood up, obvious ready to accompany the boys to their bedroom.
"That's not necessary Mir", JS objected, "we are big enough to go upstairs alone."
"OK but dont forget to brush your teeth!"
Jacques came to us and gave us his usual goodnight kiss. I gave him a light pat on his bottom and wished them good night. Claude shyly kept distance and said "goodnight" and they went upstairs.
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TEN
Two days later, on Saturday, it was raining the whole day. The boys, deprived from their daily play on the lawn were bored stiff. They quarreled about details, shouting at eachother.
From time to time I warned them to keep quiet, reminding Jacques that his maman's surprise was waiting in the closet to be used again. Inquisitive Claude asked him what kind of surprise it was, but of course Jacques did not want to tell his friend about the martinet and its painfull meeting with his bare bottom. This again caused the boys to argue.
"Mon dieu, will I be glad when it's bedtime for those two", Mir sighed.
An hour after dinner Mir announced she was tired and wanted to go to bed.
"And you both better go upstairs now as well", she told the boys, "take a shower and get a good night sleep."
"But we hoped you would allow us to watch the saturdaynight comedy-movie on France Deux", Jacques protested.
As we most of the time have a lay-in on Sundaymorning I agreed they could watch the movie.
A loud "Hurrah" resounded and to my astonishment Claude jumped towards me and threw his arms around my neck, giving me a hearty kiss. For a second I felt his cool wet lips striking over my mouth.
Mir agreed to it, but warned them: "Dont forget I'm going to sleep now, so when you come upstairs later this evening, please be quiet and dont awake me."
"No, sure, we understand you need your rest, we will not make any noise!"
The movie was very amusing and the boys were rolling over the floor from time to time, not capable to control their pleasure.
When it was time to go to bed the two boys still were rambunctious.
Hardly a quarter later Mir bursted into the room, followed by two weeping boys. To my astonishment they were in their birthday suits and both showed a nice boner.
Mir nearly choked in her anger: "Can you believe it. I was well asleep when suddenly I woke up because of loud music. When I went to their bedroom those two little buggers laid there as nude as the day they were born and they were jacking off one another at the rhythm of the music. My hands are itching to give Jacques a good thrashing."
The boys stood before us waiting for their sentence, Jacques with his head stooped and Claude, clearly embarrased about his nakedness, holding both hands over his crotch. It struck me that the lower part of his tummy was as bronzed as the rest, showing no pale sign of swimshorts. The idea flashed through my head that perhaps he and his family were members of a nudistclub.
"I agree they need to be punished, but in view of the hour I would propose we deal with that first thing tomorrow-morning."
And addressing myself to the boys I said: "Allez hop, back to bed, and dont you dare to make any further noise this evening. And tomorrow you both will stay in bed till I tell you to come down. Understood?"
Claude replied: "Yes, Sir." and Jacques nodded his agreement. From his worried looks I could gather he already was afraid for what I had in store for him the next morning."
I made them march upstairs to their bedroom. As they preceeded me up the stairs I enjoyed the view of the muscles in their round behinds flex.
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ELEVEN
It was about ten when Mir and I awoke. She told me she had a dream about her giving both boys a good thrashing.
"Come on, Mir", I tryed to intercede for the boys, "can't we forget the whole event. After all you still had a very good night."
"Ah non. Tu ne peut pas defendre votre petit frère. He must learn to respect our rules. They were warned to be quiet upstairs, but they prefered to play their loud music whilst enjoying their wicked, lusty _s_e_x_game. Jacques deserves a good spanking and nobody will stop me! And I'm going to phone Claudes parents and tell them that he is no longer welcome. I will put him on the next train to Clermont-Ferrand."
"I agree as far as Jacques is concerned. You first warm his bottom and then pass him over to me for a session with the martinet. Monsieur Legrand gave me some hints about its use that I would like to test. But by sending young Claude to Clermont-Ferrand you are not only punishing the boy, but you are creating a huge problem for his parents as well."
"Ah, oui, I understand your point of view. But we cannot punish Jacques and let Claude get away without any."
"Okay, let's punish Jacques with a good spanking. Regarding Claude we will play it by ear."
I went to the boys' bedroom and told them to come downstairs at once.
A few minutes later they entered the familyroom, still clad in their pyjamas asking whether they could help setting the table.
During breakfast no mention was made of yesterdays events. Their expresions, originaly rather frightened, slowly but surely became more confident. At the end of the meal Claude was even telling a good joke, what had us all laughing.
Seconds thereafter Mir said: "Jacques, about yesterday evening, do you have anything to say to us?"
"Eh, no... I mean yes, I'm sorry you caught me playing with Claude's eh... zizi."
"That's not the point", I interfered, "It's quite normal that boys at your age are discovering their _s_e_x_uality. Some play doctor or a similar roleplay, others prefer to jack off together. But I feel your timing was not appropriate. And playing that loud music meanwhile was very thoughtless, especialy as you both knew very well that Mir was sleeping already."
Mir continued: "Right, you must learn to respect other people's rights and not to act so selfish as you both did yesterday. Now you are going to pay for that. I think you need a double punishment. First I will warm your naughty bottom and than your brother will give you the finishing touch with the martinet." I could hear the delight in her voice as she suggested it.
She took a chair and sat down. Only now I noticed she had her hairbrush in her hand. "Now Jacques, move! Come over here."
Jacques, knowing she meant business, did not dare to object and obeyed. When he was at her chair he started to bend over her lap.
"Ah, non, I want to have full control on the reactions of your naughty dick. You will stand in front of me, facing to the left. And I'm warning you, don't you try to escape!"
The boy still stood as frozen before her and did not move a muscle. Mir grabbed the elastic waistband of his pyjamasbottom and started lowering it. Inch by inch the pants went down. When his halfstiff penis sprung into sight she halted for a while. It was an unbelievable erotic view, the upper half of his buttocks nude and his phallus pointing at the admiring audience. The magic moment passed and soon his lower half was completely nude.
I studied the pale buttocks before me. My brother was a beautiful boy, there was no denying that, and I couldn't help but notice that he was lovely from this angle as well. His legs were long, his thighs slim and his bottom deliciously rounded. I was struck by the luminous pearl-like quality of Jacques' skin as it caught the golden shadows of the bonfire. Once again I was surprised by the view of the light downy hairs that were springing up at the base of his boyish genitals. I was obvious that the testeron hormones had started flooding through that beautiful young body.
The discomfort and humiliation of standing naked before us, showing it all! Oooh Yes! And especially this being his first time under the hand of Mireille! Oooh Yeah! He wouldn't be able to look at me or my wife in the eyes for most of the week after this! Oooooh! I was sure he was regretting this!! Oooooh Yeah!
Jacques' ass was clinching and unclenching in a nervous anticipation. I heard Mir ordering him to keep his bottom cheeks, "soft and relaxed", wide open so that the hairbrush had as large an "impact" area as possible.
With that she took a swing of her arm and 'BANG' I heard the sound of wood on flesh. Jacques jumped hals a meter forwards.
"This one does not count. Last warning now: stay next to me or else..."
The next blow felt on his left cheek. Again Jacques tried to save his butt and stepped forwards.
"Now I have enough of your childish behaviour", Mir said, "Thanks heaven Mother Nature has given you boys a very usefull handhold."
On that she reached out and clasped his genitals, gently, forefinger and thumb around the lower part of the shaft, just behind his ballsack. She got hold of his solid _c_o_c_k_ as if it was a handle. Jacques started blushing. First his cheeks, but gradualy his whole body got a rose colour.
Mir made short work of this paddling, working her way inch by inch down his lively, wiggling cheeks and then back up, until every scrap of flesh had tasted her brush at least twice. The owner of that pair of thoroughly chastised buttocks was quite beside himself. He roared out his pain, struggling brutally to free himself from Mir's vise-like grip around his genitals but she had the advantage of a better position and held his body within arm's reach.
Claude all the time stood as struck by lightning, watching the events with eyes wide open.
WACK! Mireille seemed almost serene as she worked Jacques' rear end over. It seemed almost zen-like. She waited until the pain had reached its high tide, and just before it might subside SWISH! her brush came down again.
WACK! "Yeeeooww!", Jacques screamed. But he'd barely finished his noise when Mir's next blow connected, this time squarely on the quivering boy's right hillock.
WACK! "You are such a bad, bad, bad little boy!" Mireille continued with his taunting.
WACK! WACK!! Her face allmost angelic. Maybe spanking was how she relaxed.... hmmmmm....
She was not the only one to look relaxed; the little bastard had a big, erect pecker too! On his small, naked frame it seemed like a giant throbbing snake, trying to escape from her gripping hand.
SPANK! SPANK! "WHOA! Noooo!", Jacques whined.
"Yes!", Mireille shouted, "I will teach you a lesson you will never ever forget!"
SPANK! SPANK! Jacques was now openly crying: "Oooooo-hooooo!"
SPANK! SPANK!! Mireille was too busy finding her rhythm.
SPANK SPANK!! At first she had been cautious with her swats.
SPANK! SPANK! But soon she realized that the real fun was going at those bums full force. And on and on she spanked his attractive meaty hillocks.
Suddenly Jacques' body was shaking and convulsing and shivering like there was no tomorrow - he had had a dry orgasm. Mireille let his genitals loose and inspected them. The tip of his slender _c_o_c_k_ was purple, it looked as if all the blood from his four foot, eleven inch body had flooded right to that very tender spot! The dark skin of his ballsack had contracted around the swollen oval nuts.
A second later - in a spontanious reaction - Mireille raised the hairbrush and... SWISH!... it came down right on the full lenght of the boy's erect shaft. He howled in pain and bent double, squeezing his ill-treated manhood between tummy and thighs.
Mireille gave a few extra hard swats on his upturned buttocks, and called it a day. After Jacques butt was well paddled, Mireille let him go stand in the corner with his hands on his head. The little guy limped, and stood there, naked, red assed, and shivering.
Claude had been watching Jacques's spanking with disbelieve in his eyes. As Mir got aware of his presence she told him to go and fetch her the cordless telephone. "I'm going to phone your parents", she explained to Claude, "and I will tell them about your misbehaviour. I will propose that you take the next train to your grandparents' home."
The boy shivered in near shock. "Non Madame, s'il-vous-plait. Non, mes parents... They will be very angry at me, I think dad will kill me!"
"Très bien, that's what you need, a very sound thrashing."
"Mais Madame, please, can't you punish me here like Jacques and not telling my parents? Please let me stay here till they return."
"I dont know, Claude, your parents did not give me permission to spank you."
"But.... I'm giving you permission, Madame. After all it's my butt that's going to be punished... I feel I can decide for myself who will apply the spanking."
"Good reasoning, my boy. I hope you understand you will get exactly the same treatment as Jacques, and that you have seen only the first half of the spanking. The second part will be given by Marc, and he will use the martinet!"
"I agree Madame, anything you say, but will you let me stay with Jacques till my maman comes back?"
To be continued.......
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