It was about four o'clock before Mrs. Blyton came home. Eric didn't want us to leave. He threw himself around our ankles. Both Gavin ("Ga-bin") and I had to promise that we would come back and visit.
"Yaaaay!" he cheered, when we said that we would come over and play again. "You guys are the best-est!"
Gavin and I walked home smiling. For the most part, the day was a nice distraction. Even if I had been spanked and humiliated that early afternoon, surprisingly I really didn't mind. The whole ordeal was actually kind of fun, and for the first time in months I didn't get aroused during a spanking.
I know this doesn't seem like a big deal, but I took this as a huge sign - I took that as a positive indication that I was getting over this little phase, whatever it was. I couldn't even explain what it was.
And, aside from that, I was kind of proud that (in some way) I got to set a good example for Eric.
"He is such a cute kid," Gavin said.
"Yeah, he is," I laughed. "I wouldn't mind having to watch him again."
"Well, you know Angela isn't going to give that up!" Gavin said. "That's easy money!"
'Almost as easy money as babysitting you," I pointed out.
"Oooh," he said, poking me in the ribs. "But you like babysitting me more, right."
"Oh, sure," I said, sarcastically. "Whatever you want to believe." I was just teasing with him, and to make sure he knew it, I began poking and tickling him back.
"He sure got the hang of spanking you!" Gavin said, laughing. "I think you might have someone else to worry about!"
"Thanks to you!"
"Thank you, thank you," he said, bowing to no-one. "I will take full credit for that."
"Well," I said, pointing out, "He is closer to your age than he is mine."
"What does that mean?"
"I don't know," I said, shrugging. "I just think that he could become your official spanker in the near future."
"I don't get spanked, remember," he laughed.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said, poking him again. "Tell that to my Dad's hand!"
"You're just JEALOUS," he said, sticking his tongue out.
"Jealous? Jealous of what?"
"Jealous that your Daddy spanked me and not you!"
"Please," I said, turning away.
"Please, nothing!" Gavin laughed. "You know it's true!:
"I have enough to worry about with you!"
"Don't forget our man, Eric, now!"
"How can I!" I laughed, rubbing my butt. "He sure thought he was something fierce with that big spoon."
"He made you wiggle and cry," Gavin said.
"It was all a game," I insisted. "I was just playing along."
"OH PLEASE!" Gavin said, as we rounded our court. "Don't forget that I know you, buddy! Nothing was fake about that!"
"For all you know," I said with a smirk. "I could have been faking with you too all summer!"
Gavin burst out laughing. He collapsed on his back in my front yard, rolling around in the grass. "OOOH! HOO! OH, that's a good one, dude!" he screamed.
"It wasn't that funny," I said, looking around. "Why don't you chill?" I whispered. The last thing I wanted was someone like Lee or Vincent coming up and questioning what was so funny. It was amazing that all summer no one, aside from little Eric Blyton, knew about what was going on between me and Gavin.
"We'll see who will be faking it soon," he said, as I gingerly sat down next to him on the grass. Both of us leaned back and looked up into what would soon be the last of the summer sky.
"Well, as long as HE thinks it was just a game," I said softly. "Eric that is, I wouldn't want his parents to find out. It's bad enough trying to keep it from your folks."
"I suppose," Gavin said. "He's probably forgotten all about it, by now."
We laid there and just relaxed, and tried to think of other things to talk about.
"Dude, you really need to mow your yard," Gavin said.
I knew what was coming.
"Dude, you should mow it for me," I said back. "I'll pay you some of my babysitting money."
He knew what was coming.
"Dude, I can't," Gavin said. "Dad said he wouldn't let me mow anyone's yard until I weighed at least hundred pounds."
We both knew it was coming.
"Dude," is all I could say
But neither of us really seemed to be in a hurry.
"I forgot," he sighed. "Guess I have to give my money to Jerry's kids then."
We both laughed, but it was more nervous laughter.
"No, you can always give it to me, so I can still be your friend," Gavin said. "You're not going to watch that Telethon crap, are you?"
"Please," I sighed. "I have better ways of spending my weekend that watching that crap."
The anxiety was nerve-racking, but with my butt still tingling I felt it could be ignored by my buddy's hand for a little while longer. I needed another distraction. Ah-HA! That's it! I came up with an idea to buy me some more time:
"You ready for another lesson, Gav?" I asked, ready to try out my reverse psychology on him.
"Another spanking lesson?" he said, leaning up excited. "I'm always ready to learn from the master!"
"Well, my father is the master," I said, as I thought to myself that I was simply the masterBATOR. "This one is easy."
"Ok, what is it?"
"One thing that Dad use to do that I would hate more than anything," I said taking in a big breath, "Was making me wait."
"Making you wait?" Gavin said, disappointed. "That doesn't sound like much."
"Oh, believe me," I said, leaning over to my side to look at him. "It is."
"Why?"
"Well, first off, one of the worst things about being spanked is the build up," I said with a whisper. "The KNOWING that it's going to happen, and the knowing that you can't do anything about it."
"Ok, I think I understand," he said, smiling.
"The anticipation is horrible! I can't even explain it!"
Gavin nodded.
"But usually the spanking is right away, so the wait isn't very long," I continued. "But imagine if you had to wait a few minutes before it happened?" I paused for dramatic effect. "Now imagine it was ten, twenty or thirty minutes?" I paused once again. "Then imagine that it's an hour or longer?!"
"An hour or longer?" Gavin said loudly. "Like in Atlantic City?"
"EXACTLY!"
"That was like forever." I guess when you are 11, it does seem that way.
"Exactly," I said, resting back on my back again. "That kind of wait is pure torture. Dad did that to me more than once."
"More than that one time?"
"Oh yeah," I said, adding. "You can't do that too often, thought, or else the person gets use to it, and he can find ways to forget it's going to happen. You need to keep them....or in this case, ME....guessing."
"Guessing?"
"Never let the person being spanked ever be comfortable," I said. "If they know for sure, it's going to be right then, or even if it's going to be exactly an hour, that might give the person an undesired comfort-level."
"Ok."
"A spanking should be the least comfortable thing any person can go through."
Gavin thought about that. He let the words sink in. I could tell he was intrigued by this new piece of information, and was trying to process it.
"So," he said, wrinkling his face up. "What do you do in that time? I mean, what does the spanker and the spankee actually do?"
"Well," I said, trying to think it through. "Sometimes it's normal, everyday things. The two would do whatever it was that they do normally, just in the back of their mind they KNOW there's going to be a spanking. Understand?"
"Yeah," he giggled. "Like at the dinner last week, before my birthday spanking!"
"Yeah like that."
"That sucked!" he proclaimed.
"That's nothing. Sometimes Dad would make me strip down to just my underpants, and leave me like that for most of the evening until it was convenient for him to do it," I said, closing my eyes.
Just thinking about those days, which weren't that long ago, gave me an excited rush. I knew I shouldn't, but part of me really missed my father spanking me.
"How long did you wait?"
"Awhile," I sighed, before adding, "Once, he put me in a pair of too small Dr. Denton's and I had to just hang out around the house until he was ready for me."
"What are Dr. Denton's?"
"You know," I said, trying to explain them. "Those pj's that have the flap in the butt so you can poop out 'em."
"Really! The ones that Dennis the Menace wears in the cartoon?" Gavin laughed. "You actually had a pair of those?"
"Yeah," I said, sneering.
"What happened to them?"
"I outgrew them."
"Did your Daddy have to button you up in them?" he said, poking me in the side again.
"Yeah," I said, sheepishly. "At first."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, one time when Lee was spending the night, a few years ago" I confided. "He thought he would be funny and he cut off all the buttons on the butt flap."
"No way!" Gavin said, cracking up. "That is so funny! Did you wear them?"
"I had no choice," I grumbled. "He made me."
"So was your bottom hanging out of them?"
"Not that time," I continued. "Geez, I can't believe I'm admitting this."
"Admitting what?"
"Well, he thought it would be funnier if he got safety pins and closed up the back of the pajamas FOR me."
"Who? Lee?"
"Yeah."
"No way!"
"Yeah, it was pretty humiliating."
"Almost like he was diapering you, huh?"
"Yeah, that's what it felt like."
"Was that the last time you wore those?"
"No," I said, adding, "That time Dad spanked me last year in them I had to."
"And your butt was hanging out?"
"The whole time I was waiting."
"They must have been tight!"
"They looked like they were painted on me," I said, shaking my head. "It was so embarrassing. I'm glad no one else saw me in them."
"Wish I had seen them!"
"I bet you do, you little pervert!"
"Hey, I'm not the one with the porno magazines!"
"Would you hush!" I said, looking around. "I don't want any neighbors to hear."
"So, Lee only saw you in them once?"
"Yeah," I said. "At first he thought I wouldn't notice the buttons missing before I put it on. Then, after that night when they got too small, the little creep tried to convince me to wear them again, because it was so funny."
"Well, it would have been," he said, with a saucy look on his face. "Now I know what to get you for YOUR birthday!"
"You'll be wasting your money," I said, before reminding him, "Don't forget who got you a Final Fantasy VIII!"
"Poor Lee," Gavin said, shaking his head. "He went through all of that work, and you wouldn't play along."
"I wore them that one night!" I snapped. "I am always a good sport, but there have to be limits!"
"All that work," Gavin, said in a tsk-tsk voice again.
"All that work? Whatever!" I said. "Dad was furious."
"Why?"
"Those Dr. D's were expensive. I am still shocked that Dad didn't spank Lee right there."
"Oh, right!" Gavin said, shaking his head. "Your Daddy wouldn't have spanked Lee!"
"He spanked you, didn't he? And you didn't even ruin any of my clothes."
Gav laughed. "Is that why you were so insistent that I take off the hockey jersey, that time in the bathroom?"
"Now, that thing I had to pay for myself," I said, leaning up. "It's not cheap."
"But aren't hockey jerseys use to being all wet, bled on and beaten up and stuff?" Gav asked, leaning up. "I don't think a little bit of bath water would have hurt it." He obviously had been thinking about it for awhile.
"Dude, it cost me like $200," I said. "I try to take good care of it."
"Whatever," he said, leaning up too. "So, what you are saying is that I should take my time spanking you this time."
"I'm not saying anything," I explained. "I'm just giving you a new lesson. You can take what you want."
About then Dad drove up the hill and pulled into the driveway. Both of us waved at him.
"He's home early," Gavin said.
"Yeah," I said, with a hesitant sigh. "You want to see if you can spend the night?"
"Tonight?"
"Yeah."
He thought about it for a moment, before standing up. "Nah, maybe another night," he said, smiling. "I think we should go on inside and finish this up."
"You sure?" I said, my heart sinking. "You never want to spend the night."
"Not tonight, Matt. Come on!"
"You positive?" My heart was sinking further and further.
"Sure," he said. "We've waited for about four hours. That's more than long enough. Come on!" He started walking to the front door as I reluctantly stood up and followed. By the time we got in the front door, Dad was already in the kitchen looking at the mail.
"How was your day, boys?" he asked.
"Fine," Gavin said, sitting at the kitchen table.
"Did you both have fun over at Eric's house?"
"Sure," Gavin said, eying me up and down.
"Yeah, he's a great kid," I said, sitting at the bar stool.
"Did everything go ok?" Dad asked.
"For the most part," Gav said, motioning for me to come to him – ahhhhh, crap! He was wanting to spank me right there in front of Dad!!
"Yeah," I said, silently pleading through eye-contact. "For the most part."
_d_a_m_n_! Gavin wasn't going to budge.
"What does that mean?" Dad asked, poking around in the refrigerator. "'For the most part?'"
"I kind of, well, I...." I started, as I sighed and stood up. There was no way out of it. And just as I explained to Gavin outside, this was one of the worst feelings. "I sort of....well...." I stammered some more, as Dad stopped to look at us. I could see Gavin wasn't going to be of any help. He was just sitting there, with the biggest smile plastered over his face. "I kind of did something I shouldn't have."
"What? Spit it out, son," Dad asked.
"Ahhhh..."
"Gavin, what did he do?"
Gavin looked at father, and without hesitating, he said, "He cursed in front of Eric."
"He did?" Dad said, not shocked. "Hmmmm....is that all?"
I looked at Gavin desperate for him to leave everything else out. I was sure that Dad would be furious if he knew about the relentless teasing, and that Gavin had to spank me in front of the five year old. Gavin didn't answer father, he just looked right at me and patted his lap.
"I..I...." I began to say, as I undid my shorts. "I told Gavin that he should spank me when we got home," I said, fumbling with the elastic on the trunks. "He didn't want to, Daddy, but....but....I told him he should because it was wrong for me to cuss in front of a little kid."
"Why did you wait this long? Why didn't you just go to a bedroom at the Blyton's and do it there?" Dad asked, leaning up against the sink.
"Matt told me about how you sometimes use to make him wait for a spanking," Gavin jumped in.
"Yeah," I said, as I let the shorts fall to the floor.
"Go ahead and step out of those, dude," Gavin said, nonchalantly.
"Ok," I said, as I did what I was told. My hand then went in front of my crotch.
"You did?" Dad asked me. "You told him that?"
"It was today's lesson, Father."
"Really," Dad laughed. "Well, that's good to hear."
"Come on, Matt," Gavin said, laughing as he patted his lap again. "Don't be shy. Everyone here has seen you naked and everyone here has also spanked you."
Dad laughed at Gavin's growing confidence and sass.
I didn't say anything as I went over my friends lap, and just as he was about ready to start, Dad stopped him, saying, "Hey, that bare bottom already looks like it has been spanked today!"
Gavin and I both froze...
"Ahhhh...ahhhhh...ahhhhh," I stammered, unable to think properly as the blood was rushing to my upside down head. I really hated this prone position - it was not contusive to intelligent thought. "Yeah, Gavin spanked me this morning, isn't that right, Gav?"
"Ahhhhhh... yeah.... ahhhhh.... this morning... right...uh-uh....right before we left for Eric's," Gavin said, his little hand cupping my left butt cheek like it usually did before a bare handed spanking.
I turned my head around and looked up and over to Dad. "We... ahhhh... made an agreement this morning, right Gavin?"
"Ahhhh... yeah," he said, following my lead.
"What agreement?" Dad asked, folding his arms.
"The one from this morning," I said. "The one where Gav said that he wouldn't.....ahhhhh....spank me very hard the next time....ahhhhh..... Because you...because HE... spanked me so hard this morning. Right?"
"Uh-huh."
"Why were you spanked?"
"We got into....ahhhhh....a fight, and I guess I played too hard," I said. "Like last week at the pool."
"And that was from this morning?" Dad said, in awe. "That's still mighty pink." My father was an expert on the coloring of a boy's spanked, naked fanny.
"About nine or so," Gavin said, nodding his head. "Before we left.."
"So you already said," Dad said, sighing.
"So, when I cussed in front of...ahhh..."
"Eric," Gavin reminded me.
"Yeah, him...well... Gavin agreed only to use...ahhhh...his hand on me this afternoon, right Gavin?"
"Right, Matt."
"Whew!" Dad laughed, rubbing my butt. It felt so good to have his big, hand on my bare bottom again. "Looks like you guys have been busy."
"Yes sir."
"Yes, Dad."
"Well," Dad said, leaving us alone. "Carry on."
I looked over my shoulder to Gavin and mouthed the words, "Thank you." He winked back, and smiled as he began a pretty solid ten minute ass-whacking, followed by a good fifteen minutes in the corner. I was crying almost instantly, and didn't stop until shortly before six that evening - when he left to go home for dinner.
Once again Gavin decided not to spend the night, which was kind of a shame considering that that might have been my last official spanking of the summer.