The saying boys will boys must have been coined with good reason. I have a son and a daughter. Both of which I love very much, and I only want the best for them always. My son is the younger of the 2 kids I have and constantly he tries to push the envelope on my tolerance and patience. Usually he is pretty good at this tactic. Though one Saturday he pushed just a bit too far.
Matt my friend from work brought over his son Aaron to watch the football game with us. Aaron and my son have been friends since the very beginning. The game was progressing painfully slow for these two boys, and soon they were bored and off to another room they went to do something else. They were doing something with the playstation such thing. I could never really follow these things. I came from a much simpler time when these things weren't around. Well the boys were into a game and so were we when, out of the blue.
I heard yelling and screaming and profanity that would put a seasoned sailor to shame. I walked in and asked what was going on here. My son says that Aaron cheated on the game and that he was a blank and blank and blank. I'll let you put in your favorite expletives here. Then Aaron said a whole bunch in reply to my son's accusations. Matt and I looked at each other and were just amazed at what came out of the mouths of these 10 year olds. If that wasn't enough, and of course it never is with my son, my son pushed and punched Aaron in the face.
Instantly Aaron countered with a similar punch and a knee to my sons groin for emphasis. In another place and time, this might have been funny, but as the saying goes these boys were cruising for a bruising. If Matt and I didn't stop it now, they could some serious damage. Matt and I stepped in and separated these 2 boys. These naughty boys just couldn't play nice. We put our boys down on the ground and told them to stop it now and behave and Matt and I delivered a well-placed smack over seat of our naughty boys shorts. They yelped in pain from our swat, and Matt and I put them both in a time out corner to sort them selves out. We told them not to move until they were told to.
Once put in the corner Matt and I delivered another quick volley of smacks on the seats of our boy's soccer shorts to make it stick. The boys stood in the corner pouting over their brief shorts warming.
Matt and I went back to the football game in the living room figuring that the boys would just need some time to cool off and all would be fine. My oh my were we wrong on that one. Keeping an ear open for those 2 was a good idea on my part, because before long I heard soft talking from where the boys were. And soon it got louder steadily. Soon they were screaming at each other again, and before Matt and I could get to the other room, the boys were rumbling and punching each other again. These boys just don't take a hint. Matt and I separated them again. And this time we took them to the living room.
I turned off the game, (luckily Matt was taping it at his house so all wasn't lost ) and we calmly admonished the boys on how disappointed we were with their fighting and disobedience. Matt and I came to the same conclusion.
These boys are going to get a good old fashion over the knee spanking. Matt grabbed his son and pulled him over his knee, as did I with my son. We spanked those cute soccer short covered bottoms good, long and hard. Both boys were crying good now. We just kept up our quick and steady cadence on there nylon and cotton covered bottoms. Soon both boys were kicking and really carrying on, and were bawling uncontrollably.
Matt and I wanted this lesson to stick, so almost in unison, we grabbed the elastic waistband from the rear of the shorts and yanked them and their boxer shorts down to expose their pink bottoms. We started a new with a much harder series of spanks on their defenseless bottoms. Let me assure you, the boys were hurting with their shorts on, now with them pulled down not protecting their behinds, it was a whole new ball game.
Spank after spank rained down on our wayward boys bottoms. Till an angry crimson color appeared, and we figured the boys have learned enough and had enough. With that we pulled their boxer and soccer shorts up and tucked in their shirts and made them face each other to apologize for fighting., and to shake hands. They hesitated and looked towards us. With much encouraging and a few well-placed swats to their seat of their shorts, they finally shook hand and made up. Matt and I put them in the corner again, but this time together so we could see them and also to show that they were in this together and were being punished as equals and still as friends.
We let them out of the corner after half hour or so, and we went out for some pizza and we went to a movie and had a great time. The boys were talking to each other fine and were glad to do everything together like before. So like I say , boys will be boys. M. P.