Well Journal, as you know I've finally suceeded in publishing some short stories with Random House. And so, when I went to the radio station to visit my cousin, who should be there but my all time favorite group, Hanson.
Well, I was feeling bold, and asked if I could get an interview. Mr. Hanson was hesitent at first since I didn't belong to a particular magazine, but I guess I made an impression on the boys, as they cajoled their loving father into letting me do one. Here's what happened.
After their radio interview, I was invited back to the their hotel room, and told by both Mr. Hanson, and their road manager that I had exactly one hour to conduct the interview. I took an instant dislike to Mr. Grayson.
We sat down, getting comfortable as the boys spread out, kicking off their shoes, and grabbing for the ever present supply of Dr. Peppers. After politely refusing an offer of said favorite Hanson drinkable, I placed my writing supplies out, thanking God that I'd happened to have my small tape recorder. Anyone who has seen the boys on television, is knowledgeable of the fact that the boys constantly talk over each other. It would be sheer madness to try and decipher their answers in a written form, and keep all the facts straight, let alone who was expressing them.
I covered several subjects outside of their music, because all their interviews seem to cover the same details, and I wanted an article that would bring attention not only for the boys, but myself as well. They were patient, covering that which they felt comfortable with, and having no problem letting me know precisely what they were not going to respond to. Things never got tense though.
Finally, after I'd covered all I wanted for the article, I eased into things I personally was interested in. The subject of the hit single, "This Time Around" came up.
"Guys, the part where you say, 'and we won't go down', is that like an affirmation of fighting to the end?"
The song is about dying for what you believe in. The guys had mentioned in interviews that this was the first video they did, that didn't cover the material in the song, because they were worried it would frighten their fans.
Isaac and Tay began their I talk while you talk responses, when Zac piped up.
"No, it's an oblique _s_e_x_ual reference to oral _s_e_x_."
Now I'm no prude, and even the Hanson brothers will admit they are no angels, but there stand on premarital _s_e_x_, and a willingness to not discuss such things, made this admission most bizarre. I blushed for like the third time in my life, as I tried to find some words by which to respond.
As I sat there bemused, the guys broke into feverish fits of giggling, more like the young boys they were when first they gained notoriety. I smiled, laughing it up, appreciating the fact that I'd been taken by a sordid attempt at humor. I rolled my eyes, and said to Zac, "Remind me to spank you later."
Ike and Tay began more youthful hijinks as they oohed and ahhed, acting as if I was truly serious, and that Zac was due for punishment when our time together was drawing to a close. In fact, Mr. Hanson had kindly given us more time than promised, and at this point made his return.
"Vincent, would you like to join us for lunch, and meet the rest of the clan?"
"Is that a trick question," I gasped, with a smile that threatened to leap off my face.
"Ok, come on guys, we need to eat now. You have another radio gig to do, and you're playing so we need time for a sound check."
Shoes were placed once more upon large youthful feet, and cans sailed through the air, filling the trash bin.
I began to put my stuff away, as I had little doubt that once the meal was finished, so would be my time with my three favorite people in the world. Zac was saying something to his Dad that I barely caught, but as I finished storing my precious notes away, I realized that Zac and I were alone in the room. He strolled over in that teenage swagger, a huge grin on his gorgeous face. In that moment, I could see how he'd truly gone from an adorable little boy, into a _d_a_m_n_ fine handsome young man. Even though he'd never equal Taylor, who was a living work of art, I couldn't help but be moved by his new good looks.
"Well," he said. "We'd better hurry and take care of unfinished business, my Dad will be expecting us shortly."
"What do you mean," I replied, a smile that hadn't left my face from the moment their Dad had invited me along. I assumed this was more Zac wackiness, the kind of weirdness that he was famous for.
"My spanking. I'm reminding you as requested."
It was so weird. He was shorter than me, although he'd grown a foot in the past three years. He'd thickened up, and his voice dropped down to a respectable tenor. He gently guided me backwards, pulling my bag from my shoulders. He stopped as my legs came into contact with the sofa behind me.
"Look Zac, this is funny stuff, but your Dad...."
He held up his hand, shortening my protest, and guided me down onto the waiting seat. He then neat as you please, peeled off his leather pants, which clung to his blue boxers, dragging them down at the same time. I didn't wish to stare, but a rather impressive bit of boy flesh greeted my eyes. I sort of assumed he was the knee shooter of the clan, as his voice dropped before he was even 13. He then plopped himself across my knees, his head resting close to the thick carpet of the room.
"Anytime," he said.
I was in a daze. I had long been a reader of spanking stories, and sites which portrayed young boys having their well toned buttocks soundly spanked by their fathers, or anyone else willing to do it. But I had never even imagined, that such an opportunity might present itself. Honestly, I'd never actually even fantasized about myself doing such a thing. I don't like the idea of causing another person pain, especially a young man I'd come to love more than anything.
"I'm starting to feel a bit light headed," Zac quipped in a funny voice. It made the whole situation even more surreal. His now fourteen year old backside was well developed, and thick compared to his older brothers typical flat butt of a young teenager. I was sweating now, staring at the wonderful sight that lay before me. It wasn't about _s_e_x_. It was I think that he trusted me, surrendering such an honor to someone other than his father.
"Zac, does this happen often." I needed to know.
"Well, Dad hasn't spanked us since we were twelve, except the time Tay got caught roller blading in the halls of our hotel, five times in one night. The manager was so pissed, he said 'I don't care who you are, one more time and you're out.' It was hysterical. Dad rolled Tay in, and then pealed his butt, over he went, and Tay squealed like a girl while Dad went to work on his backside. I had a great view."
As he recalled this embarrassing moment that would surely cause Tay to have an apoplexy, I could feel his most adequate member stirring against my leg.
"You'd better hurry, if my Dad comes looking for us, you'd be in mucho trouble."
I looked once more as the perfect buttocks, laying across my lap, and took a moment to run my hands over their smooth perfection. Suddenly, I pulled my hand back, raising it high above my head, and brought it down upon those perfect white mounds. They jumped, and so did Zac, a small yelp escaping him.
There was no stopping me now. I began a barrage of swats, which bounced his full cheeks, the paleness giving way to a lovely pink tinge. This continued, his butt subtly changing from pink to darker pink, and then red began to find it's way as I covered every inch of his gorgeous ass, remembering in my state all the things I'd read on the subject. His cries became a little louder, but never did he beg me to stop. I continued, slapping away at his young boy buttocks, which were deepening in color, and heating up under my ministrations.
The ring of the phone brought me from my spanking stupor, freezing me as if I'd been caught. We were both breathing heavily, I from exertion, and Zac from a mixture of pain and excitement. I lifted the receiver from it's cradle, slowing my breathing.
"Yes," was all I could get out.
"Oh Vince," Mr. Hansons voice responded, his tone saying that he'd expected Zac to answer. "What's the hold up? Where's Zac?" A small hint of suspicion filtering into his voice.
"Oh sorry, he had to use the lavatory. We'll be down soon."
"Ok, but tell Zac no dawdling," his tone now one of slight exasperation, knowing full well what his son was like.
I placed the phone in the cradle. Zac stirred, raising himself slowly from my lap, finally standing to reveal a monstrous hard-on that in another situation might have made me jealous. Through his tears, a giant grin was plastered to his face. He rubbed his well spank posterior, seemingly indifferent to his _s_e_x_ual organ standing proudly swollen before him.
"Man, that's better than my brother's ever did."
"Your brother's spank you," I questioned in disbelief.
"Oh, we spank each other. If someone causes too much hassle, and gets us in trouble and the like, then the two other brothers spank him. Only when our parents aren't around of course. I don't think they'd like it. I let this guy who helped us finish up the album spank me once. He called himself Dr. Spank. One night I left my jacket behind on purpose, and let him paddle me in the sound proof booth. But he fondled my butt too much before and after, so I didn't trust him after that."
All this info after having just delivered my first spanking, especially to the buttocks of a boy I thought the world of, was terribly overwhelming.
"You'd better get yourself together, and take care of that," I said, motioning to his monstrous erection. He smiled, laugh, and made his way to the bathroom. Three minutes later, he returned, everything tucked in, his face washed, though his eyes were still a bit puffy. We rode down in the elevator, our conversation as casual as when we'd met, as if I had not spent the last several minutes, spanking his bottom to a deep red.
As we exited the building, his father good heartily growled his impatience, as we joined his entire family in the van. Ike and Tay were strangely silent, giving me looks that spoke of things the adults had no clue of.
Lunch was wonderful, the entire family warm, and loving. I prayed for time to stop, and never let this golden moment end. I complemented Mrs. Hanson, on the wonderful job she and her husband had done raising the family, especially amid the chaos of the boys burgeoning music career. We made our good-byes, I shaking hands with Mr. and Mrs. Hanson, as well as Isaac and Taylor. The girls pretty much dismissed me as just another part of the weirdness of their brother's lives. Although, the youngest brother Mackenzie, gave me a warm hug goodbye. Even more to my surprise, Zac gave me a fearsome hug. I held him to me, gently rubbing his prominent mane of hair, sharing a secret moment the two of us would not likely forget.
Even as the van rolled away, whisking them back into the maelstrom of fame and insanity, he waved to me from the back, smiling a smile that held love and close personal feelings. I'd would have never expected to see that after just a few hours spent with them.
I didn't know if fate would ever let me see the three boys I love most in the world. The three brothers who ignorant of my existence, had saved my life, and made such incredible changes in it.
I pulled a silent prayer to God, thanking him for this one wonderful day, in an otherwise miserable existence.
Well, good night journal. I'm finding it hard to sleep, as the events play through my brain. And I'd be lying, if I said that the prospect of spanking another young boy, wasn't haunting my thoughts. In fact, I've wondered what it might be like to spank both Ike and Taylor. Well, the dams broken, and there is no turning back.
I love my Hansons!