About three months ago I had my brothers kids over, all boys, ages 5, 7, and 12. I hade been excited about this for a long time. Last time i saw them, well took care of them for my brother, I hade the enjoyment of spanking them! Since my brother is well...doesn't have that much money, and has three kids, he sends them to me, i live sort of on a farm, only cows and chickens. About 10 minutes away from any neighbors or stores. I own lots of forest and a BIG field. In this story i will have 3 parts. One about each childs spankings. Oh, and I'm not the best story teller...
Part One...
One late afternoon, my brothers called up and asked if I could watch the kids while he works over time to make some extra money. I said sure and we arranged a time for me to pick them up and drop them off 4 weeks later. He knows that I think that kids should be spanked for doing something wrong. From last time.
After he dropped them off, they imediatly set up their N64 and Playstation. I decided I'd just go feed the chickens and asked, "Does anyone want to feed the chickens with me?" To my surprize, they all yelled "NO!" and continued blowing eachother up. Instead of feeding the chickens right away, i wanted to make sure that everything i needed was in place. I hope you know what i meant by NEED.
After 6 days of them playing the Playstation, i had forgot completely about wanting to spank them, and wanted them to get outside! So i went and turned off the playstation and had them come out side and help me finish a tree house i was building. The little ones seemd excited about his, but not the 12 year old, he was furious about me turning off the system.
"Why the hell did you turn off the playstation?" he yelled out, at this time i supposed he forgot about his long and extreamly painful spanking i gave him last time i saw him. Trying to make him mad i said, "You got a problem with that?" Surprizingly he said nothing and went outside with us. Later that day he got mad at his brother for pushing him, (it looked accidental, just running into him) and he punshed him. Now i thought this would be the perfict time for it, but i didn't know what to do, so i started yelling at him for that, and eventually he gave in and said he was sorry. But apparently he wasn't, when i turned my back i heard a *THUD* and then 5 year old started crying.
Part Two...
After i found out it was him, i grabbed him by his arm and yanked him into the woods, yelled back to the others to stay. I walked for a long time dragging him deeper into the woods, and finally i came to the perfict spot for his spanking. With him yelling and screwming knowing what was going to happen i pulled down his pants leaving his (what we call Whitie-Tighties) briefs on him, tied his arms to a tree limb, just so his toes could touch. I did this so he couldn't try to get away. Seeing his tight underwear, i mean tight, probably 5 sizes to small, and it wasn't because he was enjoying it. If you get what i mean...
I quickly whipped off my belt, once he heard the jingle of my belt buckle, he knew what was going on. He wouldn't stop screaming, and i hadn't even started yet. I decided it was not or never, and I started swinging.
On the first smack, i went sort of easy. Then him thinking that it wasn't going to be bad stopped screaming... He was wrong. I swung again, and again, and again, non stop, for a who knows how long. I knew he was about ready to collapse, so i unhooked his hands, and lowered him down slowly, ready to jump on him if he tryed to get away. For his own good he didn't, but started imediatly to rubb his sore bum. Right away he pulled his pants down to his ankles to relieve some tension. He stood their for about 20 minutes while i stared at his bruised bottom with delight.
"Get over here." I said in a stern voice. It took him some time to do it but he came over and pulled up his pants. In the middle of that is said, " You won't be needing to do that quite yet." His big eyes looking up at me with huge balls of tears building up, all most fell over after i told him taht we were going to go back to the shed and finsih it off there.
As he started to run, i grabbed his arm, and without thinking flipped him over my lap, held him securly down with my arm and started the second spanking. I knew it must have hurt bad, so after 47 smacks I stopped.
Only 55 smacks with the belt and 47 with my hand. Only, I would have taken him back to the shed and got him with a paddle, but i thought he had enough for now...
Part Three...
The day after Jordans beating ( The oldest childs name) It was Geoff's, ( the second to youngest childs name) turn. He had been being pushed around by Jordan, because he was making fun of him, I was allready to spank him for making fun of Jordan when, he was taking a glass out of the cubard, and it slipped, to bad it wasn't a plastic cup. For him. The glass shattered all over the kitchen. I mean everywhere. He looked up at me with big eyes allready starting to cry. He IS the cutest kid i have ever seen, not to mention popular with his peirs. He knew what was going to happen. Wanting to look tough in front of his brothers and for me, he obediently followed me to my room.
Its not only that i wanted to spank him, it was that was one of my favorite cups. It was one that I had made with a friend. Big, huge glass. Since he was younger i sat next to him and explained to him why i am going to do what i am going to do. I think he is tougher than his older brother. Hes only 7, and didn't start crying like his older brother once i grabbed him. I told him to take down his pants and underwear and bend over the table. Reluctantly he did as i said. I stood their for awhile just thinking what i could do, and I DID want to teach him a lesson and make his sorry for what he did, even though he was allready. So i decided I'd start softly with the paddle, and then get harder. "Stay here." I said. I walked into the kitchen where his brothers were still eating breakfast as if nothing had happened, I had them get out of the house and go do something near the tree fort. "You want me to spank you again?" I asked Jordan.
"No." he replied
"Then don't hurt your brother." with that he ran out to the fort.
I picked the paddle out of a cuboard i had made expecialy for this occasion. Went back to the 7 year old bent over a table, and without a word started smacking.
WHACK*
WHACK*
WHACK*
The first three or so were pretty soft, and not even a sniff or a sounds came out of him. Then i paused, building up some strenghth to get him good.
WHACK!!!*
I thought he would start crying by now.
WHACK*
I hit as hard as i could again. Still no sound,
WHACK*
WHACK*
WHACK*
"AHHHH!!!"
Is all i heard over the smack of the paddle, as it made a bright red mark across his buttocks. The next 25 hits were as hard as i could. I don't know why but i love the feeling of having him right there in front of me with me in control, maybe because all my childhood i was the one getting whipped, with a belt. And a lot harder that i hit Jordan earlier that day.
After about a total of 87 i think i stopped, had him get up and face the wall, well corner. I let him stand there for about an hour while i watched some T. V. and read a magazine. When i crept silently back in there, wanting to know if he was still facing the corner, or if i had to spank him even harder, to my surprize, he had stayed in the same position the whole time.
"Bend over the table again." i said.
"No...No...Please don't...Not again...PLEASE! I can't take anymore!"
"No you say? No? When do you have the right to tell me NO?"
"Sorry Sir."
With that he bent over the table, and i went and got the belt.
"I'll give you 25 with the belt and then you can pick up the glass in the kitchen. And go straight to the guest room and stay there all day."
Just when i finish saying that the belt laid across his bare a-s-s. He let out a scream and jumped up, just as the next one hit. When i got to the 17 belting, he turned around and screamed as loud as he could.
"PLEASE STOP! I'M SORRY FOR BREAKING YOUR GLASS!!!"
Knowing he coujldn't take anymore i decided i could do the rest with my hand.