Now THIS was a way to start my Sunday morning! I hadn't even been in Vincent's home five minutes and here I was going to be treated with a demonstration on how he is paddled once a week!!
"Normally we get this done with right when Vince gets up," Mrs. Hanson said, pulling the shirt up his back (not that she needed to - the shirt was so small that it came right to the top of his plump, round, flawless bare bottom). Then, without the slightest hesitation, she quickly brought the paddle down!
WHACK!!!
"But we wanted to make sure that you saw how you should use the paddle," Grandpa said, slapping my back.
WHACK!
"How I...how I should see...should USE...?" I stammered. "Why?"
WHACK!!
"Oooooh!" Vince cried out. My father would be impressed with Mrs. Hanson's technique.
WHACK!!
"We are going to be paying you to babysit him properly," she continued
WHACK!!
She was very deliberate with her methodic pacing.
WHACK!!
"And that means punishing him!" she continued.
WHACK!
"Especially that!" Grandpa Hanson said.
WHACK!!!
Her way did seem to have quite the impact on poor Vincent!
WHACK!!!
"OOOOOH!!!! HOOOOO!!!" the boy sniveled.
WHACK!!
"You see how easy it is to discipline this child?" she said, before laying down another:
WHACK!!
"He knows his part, and we wanted to make sure you knew your part."
WHACK!!
"OOOOOH!!! NOOOOO!!!!"
WHACK!!
"MY part?"
WHACK!!
"Yes!" she said, driving that one word home with a really hard, above her ears...
WHACK!!!!
"OOOOOOH!!! NOOOOOO!!!!!!"
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"If he misbehaves at all, please feel free to use this."
WHACK!!
"Really?" I could NOT believe my turn of good fortune!
WHACK!!!
"OOOOOOH!!!!"
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"If he confides in anything at all that he doesn't tell us, please, don't hesitate to use this."
WHACK!!
"OOOOH!! OOOOOHHH!!!!!"
WHACK!!
"Or, if you are just bored," Grandpa giggled between spanks.
WHACK!!!
"It's an excellent way to release stress!"
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"Oh," I laughed. I know all about THAT!
WHACK!!
All of them laughed too.
WHACK!!
Well, all but one of them did!
WHACK!!
"OOOoooooh!!! HOOOOOO!!!!"
WHACK!!
My erect _c_o_c_k_ was just shaking to be free from my clothes!!
WHACK!!
Where's a bathroom floor when you really need one?
WHACK!!
"He knows that Sundays are set aside as special punishment days," Grandpa said.
WHACK!
"Well, that and church," Granny Hanson added.
WHACK!!
"OOOOH!!! OOOOOH!!!"
WHACK!
The slow, methodic spanks were taking it's toll.
WHACK!!
"But since he doesn't go to church, that leaves just this!"
WHACK!!
"OOOOOH!! OHHH! OOH!!! HOO!!!! MMM!!! OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHOOO!!!!!"
WHACK!!
Vincent was now bawling his eyes out.
WHACK!!
His cute, tight little bottom was so red!!
WHACK!!
Oh, MAN! I was sure I was going to cum right there watching this!
WHACK!!
I couldn't believe what a good job that little paddle was doing!
WHACK!!!
"That should do for now," she said.
WHACK!!
"I'm sure your babysitter will be wanting to take a swing at it later on, dear?" Mrs. Hanson teased standing Vincent up. "Now, go make him some breakfast," she said, as she stood up too.
"We should be going," Mr. Hanson said, opening the door to the garage.
Poor little Vincent limped into the kitchen without saying a coherent word. He was still crying as he started making us eggs.
"We should be back between noon and one," she said waving as they left.
And then we were alone...whew!
I sat there for five minutes, listening to him him sob and sob. Eventually he calmed down, and he began to make us breakfast.
"So," I said, trying to think of something to say. "Is it like this every Sunday?"
"Yeah," he sniffled.
"And you don't have a problem with it?"
"It's better th - than being spanked every day," he mumbled.
"Man," I said, with a laugh. "And I thought I had it rough."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing, it's just that, well," I sighed. "You don't have to worry about me spanking you." I walked up behind him and rubbed his bare, hot butt as he was busy putting the eggs into the skillett.
"Why?" he asked, very matter of factly and suddenly very animated.
Ooooh...that threw me off.
"What do you mean, 'Why?'"
"Why don't you want to spank me?" he asked, point blank. "Don't you think that spankings are fun?"
"Ummmmmm...no, not really." Man, the hard-on in my pants was quivering to be released. "Do - do YOU think it's fun?"
"Sure," he said, laughing, wiping his still sniffling nose, "Unless you are the poor shlub getting spanked, like me just then."
"So you don't enjoy being spanked?"
"Of course not. Would you?" he asked.
"No...but you just said..."
"I said that SPANKING was fun, not being spanked," he sighed. "I can't believe you would pass up this opportunity."
"You think I should listen to your grandparents and spank you?"
"It doesn't matter what I think, except, well," he stopped and turned around to look at me. "You would be an idiot not to take them up on their offer, and find excuses to spank me at least every week."
This REALLY didn't make sense...where was Rod Serling when you needed the creepy bastard?
"I'm sorry, Vince," I said softly. "I really don't understand the logic."
"You have been invited to spank a naughty 10 year old boy anytime you want," he said, hands on those little hips again.
"I thought you were eleven?"
"I will be in a couple of months," he said. "Don't change the subject, dude."
"Sorry."
"I like you, Matt. I don't want you you to pass up this once in a lifetime chance. You should take it, bud!"
"But I don't want to hurt you for no good reason, Vince!"
"PLEASE!" he laughed. "You heard them. I'm always doing something that I need to be spanked for."
"Like what?"
"Like fighting."
"You get into fights?"
"All the time," he said, putting his fists up in a mock, boxing stance. "Don't think that just because I'm a little boy that I can't fight. I can!"
Despite still being well under five feet tall, it was actually hard to argue that he was a "LITTLE boy" as his fat, fuzzy _c_o_c_k_ and balls swung between his legs! - not that I was looking again, mind you!!
"Who do you fight?"
"Usually the seventh graders that come over and start picking on us after school."
"Really? You fight seventh graders?"
"Yup. Sometimes," he said, turning back around to finish his scrambled eggs. "They like to try and push some of the smaller kids around. Kids even smaller than me!"
"So you fight seventh graders?"
"Someone has to look after them," Vince said, very nonchalantly. "My little friend, Jamie, can't fend for himself, so I take care of him, and the others."
"That's great, I mean that you look after your friends," I said.
"Not always just my friends. Sometimes kids I don't even know."
"You are a regular little white knight."
"Yeah, I suppose," he laughed, sliding the eggs onto our plates.
"So, do you win?"
"Most of the time," he said, still laughing. "You should see them. None of them believe that I can kick ass, but I do."
"So, you're grandparents spank you for fighting?"
"They have to, man" he said, bringing the food to the table.
"Do you tell them that you're just looking after the kids that can't fight for themselves?" I asked, glancing down at his beautifully bare mid-section again as he walked by.
Oh MY...!
"They know, but it doesn't matter." Vincent didn't seem to care that he was suddenly sporting a rather impressive boner that was totally flush with his belly! Instead of paying it any attention, he just said (rather impatiently), "It's still wrong, Matt." He was getting tired of my constant questions. "It's against the rules." He then gingerly sat down.
"But don't you think that hitting someone for hitting someone is kind of, well, wrong?"
That MONSTER must have been about six or seven inches - maybe more...? And did I mention how FAT it was...? Not that I was looking...!!!
"Sure, but it doesn't matter what I really think, does it?" he said, winking, as he dug into the food. "After all, I'm not even eleven."
"Do you actually tell them about the fights?" I asked, before taking a bite - hey! These eggs were actually good!
"If I don't I'm going to get spanked anyway, and I'd rather Grandma paddle my butt than let my Grandpa whip me."
"It stings, huh?"
"Oh yeah. Big time! He uses a belt."
"OUCH!" I said. "I hate the belt!"
Vince looked at me for a moment in silence, and then broke into a big smile. "That's the second time you said..."
"What?"
"I knew it!"
"What? You knew what?"
"You still get spanked, don't you?!" he said, full of pride.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, yeah," I admitted. "Sort of."
"Often?"
"More often than I like."
"I KNEW IT!"
"You knew that I got spanked?" I asked. "How?"
"Not you, exactly," he explained. "But I knew that 15 year olds weren't too old to be spanked."
"Actually I'm still 14, until next week."
"Still," he said, with an evil grin on his face. "My brother, Isaac, is about your age, and he doesn't get spanked any more because my grandparents decided last year that he's too old."
"You have a brother?" I was stunned - I was sure I would have known that he had had a big brother.
"That's why I'm so mean, because of the years of him picking on me," he said in all seriousness - if Gavin had said something like that, there would have been an endearing irony to it, where you would know he was either kidding, or fishing for a compliment. But not Vincent - he actually thought that.
"You're not mean," I insisted, sipping the orange juice. "You're a sweet kid."
"Ok, maybe not mean, but Father O'Meara says that I have an aggressive streak in me."
"He does, does he?"
"Yeah, and I'm pretty sure it's because Isaac has been picking on me since I was a BABY!"
"How come I've never seen him?"
"Because you're not Catholic?"
"No, not Father O'Meara. Your brother, Isaac."
"Oh!" he laughed. "During the last couple of summers he's been staying with his father," Vine said, before getting serious: "He's actually my half brother."
"Oh."
"He lived with me and Mom and my Dad until...well..."
"I understand," I assured him. I didn't like to talk about stuff that reminded me of my mother.
Vincent sniffled. "He is still legally the responsibility of our grandparents, but for the last couple of years he said he'd rather be with his father than with us, so...there you go."
"Sorry about that, dude."
"That's ok," Vince said.
"So, is he still there? At his father's?"
"Nah," Vince laughed, wiping away a renegade tear. "He's been at boarding school for the last three years. I'm suppose to go too, next year or so, I think, but I don't want to. Nothing but a bunch of rich snobs and bone smugglers."
"Bone smugglers?"
"That's what Ike calls the old fart teachers and priests who want to screw the young kids."
"Ugh!" I said, sticking my tongue out. Even though that summer I found myself having _s_e_x_ual fantasies about men, including the disturbing ones about being molested by a stranger at a public restroom, the "molester" was always someone really HOT and YOUNG, like a Leonardo Dicaprio look alike. The idea of some old, fat, wrinkled, hairy man doing that stuff.. well... that's just gross.
"Yeah, pretty sick."
"Where is it?"
"Up in New England somewhere," he said with a cackle. "I can't WAIT to tell them, my grandparents, that YOU still get spanked."
Yikes! I didn't want that to get around!!!
"Ah-ah-ah, Vince," I said. "You don't want to do that!"
"Sure I do!" he laughed. "That way, good old Isaac Michael Zachary will have quite a surprise when he comes home for Christmas break!"
"Zachary?"
"His last name - pretty lame, huh, having a first name for a last name?" Vince laughed. "But what can you expect? His dad is from the midwest!"
"Where about?"
"Middle of nowhere," Vince said. "I think in Oklahoma. I can't WAIT!!"
"But if they start spanking him again, that means that they will keep spanking YOU until... ahhh... until you are into your late teens," I said.
"Oh!" he said, smacking his forehead with his hand. "That's RIGHT!"
"It will serve as a prescient. You may get Isaac back now, but in the end, it will be you that will get it...in the end, for a lot longer than you want it."
"Yeah, that's right."
"This way is better. You are going to out grow it soon. Trust me," I sighed. "You do not want to be fifteen years old and still getting spanked."
He stood up and hugged me. "Thanks, Matt."
"You're welcome, buddy."
His boner was gone, but _d_a_m_n_ if his prick LIMP wasn't bigger than mine ERECT! GOD! I hate genetics!!
"Gavin's right," he said, snuggling his chin on my shoulder.
"About what?" I asked. This was interesting.
"You are a good friend."