Twins can be a lot of fun. For one thing, they are pretty self sustaining, in that they entertain each other. This can, however, lead to problems. (Double your trouble). Alex and Allen are 10 year olds, who act sometimes like they re 20, and sometimes like they are 2. They are both blonde, blue eyed, and of average build. I have been their sole parent since my wife left without warning one day when tey were 4. We really do get along well, and I know that we love each other. The only real trouble they seem to get into is trouble with our elderly neighbor, Mrs. Kitchen. Tey seem to just delight in causing her grief. If it isn't baseballs in her flowerbed, it's throwing rocks at her dog, or digging in her yard. It is a real problem for me, and I have gone round and round with the boys, all to no avail.

I should mention that I just don't believe in spanking. We have always been able to work out discipline without resorting to violence. Having said that, I have to admit that I spanked them last night. Sigh! The best laid plans of mice and men...

I came home from work, and the boys came running across he street from their sitter, Mary Jane Phelps. I asked how their day was, but they didn't say too much (which was unsual for them.) About then, the phone rang. It was Mrs. Kitchen. She told me that the boys had been spraying her dog with her garden hose, and when she yelled at them, they both turned around and pulled down their shorts, and bared their bottoms to her. She was shocked, was going to call the authorities etc. I assured her that nothing like this would ever happen again, that I would punish them for it. She didn't seem to believe me, but finally did hang up.

I called the boys into the kitchen and told them about the call. After a moment, they did admit doing what Mrs. Kitchen said. They had no explination, and frankly, both had a sort of "I don't give a darn" look about them. When I tried to reason with them, they just ignored me. I really got angry, and told them that I was going to spank them if didn't change their attitudes, and change them right now. Allen made the fatal mistake of saying "Oh sure" which caused Alex to sicker. I told them to both go to my bedroom. They looked at me with a question in their eyes, but then raced off.

When I got to my room, they were both talking about some toy they wanted. I snapped them to attention when I told them again that I was going to spank them. I really don't think they believed me. I had never spanked them, although I know that they were both paddled last year at school. They never told me, but I noticed small red spots on their butts, and called the school the next day to verify it. I really had no problem with that, and since the boys never told me, I assumed that they didn't either. They were dressed in matching outfits, red PokyMan shirts and tan shorts, red kneesocks and white Nikes. I told them to take off their shorts and underpants. Four eyes snapped to attention, and two mouths started to talk. I stopped the talking by telling them that they had 20 seconds to have their shorts and undies off and on the bench, or else they would get a second spanking after the first one, for not doing what I told them to do. They stared at each other, and as soon as I started to count, their hands slowly pulled the waistbands of their shorts and underpants out, and then pulled them down, and off.

It was funny to me to see them place their hands over their penises. These are the same boys that I help bathe every morning. Something about being punished made them very shy. I scooted back on the bed, and pulled Alex over my lap, and then pulled Allen up also. Alex was closest to me, and Allen was further away, but they were both over my lap. I moved them both forward a bit, and then made them both remove their hands from their protective mode (covering their butts). In front of me was a sight that I shall not quickly forget. Two boys butts, identical butts, laid out in front of me. Allen had tightened his cheeks up so much that you could hardly tell he had a crack. Alex, on the other hand, was laying there with his butt cheeks flacid and partially separated, to the point that I could see his testicles hanging down between his legs. Both butts were pink, and full. I rubbed Alex's bottom, and then told Allen to relax his cheeks. I tried rubbing his butt, but he quickly tightened up again. I told him that I wanted him to relax is butt. If he did not do so, I would spank him a second time. He slowly relaxed, and I stared down at 4 cheeks. The moment had come!

I didn't really know how hard to hit, so I smacked Allen first with a half hearted smack, followed by a similar on o Alex. Other than a surprised intake of air, neither seemed too bothered. So, I started off in earnest. I had discovered that if I spanked their left (inside to me) cheeks, my fingertips also spanked their right cheeks. However, their bottoms were too big for one hand to take care of both cheeks. So, I decided to alternate, sort of like working a puzzle. I didn't want to punish just one, and then go to the other, so I decided to an inside cheek on Allen, followed by an inside cheek on Alex, then an outside cheek etc. I worked from the middle of their butt cheeks up, and then back down, with special emphasis on the "sweet spot" that a fellow at work told me about. This is the area just at the point where their butt cheeks end and their thighs begin. He called it a "sweet spot" because it got the most reaction from his daughters, and caused them to feel their spanking every time they sat down.

My plan was laid, and I proceeded with it. After the first 2 or 3 smacks, they seemed to take notice. Heads started to pop up, legs started a slow kick, breathing became quicker, and soon they started to cry. I just increased my tempo, and force, working up and down, and back again. Their butts turned from a dull pink to a bright pink to red, to a bright red. They started to really yell, when I continued to hit their "sweet spots". It seemed to be a really sensitive area.

Soon, they seemed to wear out. Deep sobs replaced their squeals, and their movements became dulled. Their butts were glowing, and I felt that they had had enough. I rubbed their butts, and could feel the heat. I told them that I was done, and said they could get up. For a few minutes, they just laid there. Then, slowly, they got up. Their hands rushed to rub the heat out of their butts, as they did a peculiar dance, from one foot to the other. I really was comical, and I couldn't help but smile. Two identical boys, bouncing in time to some primitive emotion, tears streaming down their faces, eyes squinted shut, hands on their bottoms, and their little pink penis heads bobbing with every jump!

I left them to cry it out, and went outside on the porch to have a beer, and figure out if I had done the right thing. Mrs. Kitchen saw me, and walked over. She told me she had heard the rucus, and figured out that the boys had finally gotten a spanking. She actually thanked me, and proceeded to tell me how lonely she was, and how she had tried to befriend the boys, only to be rejected, how she hated so much yelling at them, and finally, how, although it was rude, she almost laughed when then had "mooned" her. That reminded me of something, and I yelled up for the boys to come out. Their eyes were puffy, and they were still rubbing their butts. I told them to apologize to Mrs. Kitchen, then had them turn around, and I quickly pulled both of their pants down, showing Mrs. Kitchen their still red butts. I told her I wanted her to see a red moon, and told the boys that if they ever caused her any trouble again that I would invite her over to watch the moons change color!