Hey gang - the Author Here! Just a quick note that this story and the next one are inspired by a story I read elsewhere. It's honestly been so long since I read it I can't remember where or who, but just wanted to be up front with it. Nevertheless, I think it works pretty _d_a_m_n_ well with things going on over here at IB!
Enjoy!!
The next morning I woke up and saw Gavin looking right on me, smiling.
"How long have you been awake?"
"Not long," he said, almost cooing.
"How did you sleep?" I asked leaning up.
"Fine," he answered. "It would have been better if you had been in the same bed with me."
"What makes you think we would have gotten ANY sleep if that had happened?" I laughed.
This was nice – I liked this. A lot of crap had gone on the night before, and in the past it would have made me feel really weird. But this....this was nice. I could sense that me and my friend were entering a new phase of our relationship.
"Do I....do I need to change you now?" I asked.
"Do you mean did I wet myself?"
I nodded my head, and leaned to get up out of bed.
"No, but I'm going to if I don't get out of this thing."
"Can you take it off, or do I?" I asked.
"You better go get Mom and let her do it," he said. "The bitch won't believe that I didn't wet the bed if she doesn't see it herself."
I got up out of bed and walked over to him. I just looked down at him in that bed, and wanted so badly to hop under those covers with him and rip that diaper off with my teeth, but instead I smiled and ran my fingers through his gorgeous hair and kissed his forehead.
"Thanks," he whispered. "I love you."
"I love you too, stud."
I put on my pants and shirt and went down to get Mrs. Snyder and told her that Gavin was dry, but he won't be for long if he has to keep the diaper on. She told me I could change him, but I told her that he wanted her to see that he was dry and that the bed was dry.
"Kids," she said, getting up from the table. "One moment he doesn't want to be a baby, the next minute he does."
We went upstairs and she took off his diaper. I stood behind her and made faces at him as she inspected it to make sure it was dry. She was surprised I used the cloth diaper, and I said he had gotten a little mouthy, so I decided he needed to be put into it.
"Did you stick him?" she asked, turning to look at me, with a grin on her face.
"Excuse me?!" We only played with each other we hadn't gone that far last...
"With the pins....the safety pins? Did you stick him?"
I laughed and shook my head.
"Mommy!" Gavin said, clutching his penis.
"Gavin Michael!" she said. "Stop fondling yourself like that!"
"Can I go pee now? PLEEEEASE!"
"Oh, all right...go on," she said, as her son hopped to his feet and ran stark naked past us and to the bathroom, where he peed (with the door open) for about three solid minutes. He came back in and plopped himself on his bed and snuggled himself on his top comforter, still totally naked, and still in the presence of me and his mother.
(Man – I wanted to hop him right there and REALLY stick him!!)
"Get dressed, nature boy," she said. "I'm making French Toast for you two."
Not much else was said about that night between us. We both knew it was something special, and we both knew it might happen again, but that there was also a really good chance that it might not. At that moment, we didn't mind either way; each of us kept that night to ourselves, and it remained something very, very special.
Before I left (this time with my sleeping back and baseball shirt), he did pull me aside to talk some more about Vincent.
"Dude," I whispered. "I told you....I can't talk about it...."
"I know, and that's cool. I'll respect your wishes," he said. "I was just thinking this morning that you need to somehow MAKE his grandparents see what they are doing is wrong."
"How would I do that?"
"I don't know, but if they see it, really see it, then maybe they can change their mind."
"I wouldn't even know where to begin with something like that," I said, shrugging. "Maybe if I told them....I don't know.....that it's always better to spank someone right when they have done something, or at least as close as possible."
"That having to wait once a week is more torture?"
"They have to know that, or why else would they use it?"
"You can tell them about us?"
"Yeah....RIGHT!"
"No, I'm serious. You can tell them about how you are spanked only when you do something wrong."
"I am not going to use myself as an example," I said, adding, "Much less you!"
"You can leave me out of it! You can just talk about it as if your Daddy is the one who spanks you."
"And how great that is, huh?"
"Well, you don't have to pile it on, but maybe something personal like that."
"I think they like the once a week thing. They think it works for them."
"But it's not! Point that out to him. Show them that, since Vincent knows he will always be spanked once a week no matter what he does, then he has not motivation not to be naughty!"
I stood there and looked him, puzzled at how brilliant my little friend was. Or maybe it was just that I was really stupid and couldn't see what seemed like such an obvious argument....or maybe I just couldn't see the forest for the trees.
"Did you come up with that on your own?" I asked, with a little bit of a smile.
"Sure, who else?"
"You've stopped e-mailing Tom, right?"
"I said I was going to."
"And did you?"
"Yeah. I sent one to him last Sunday, telling him I couldn't anymore."
"So, you came up with this theory on your own?"
"Well, maybe I heard Lee bitching about it last week."
"Where did you hear him bitching about it?"
"Over at the Wards house."
"Donnie Ward's house?"
"Yeah, I was there Wednesday night for some pick-up football. Him and Lee and Nelson and Vince and Chucky. You know, all those guys that live up there."
"Where was I?"
"I don't know. I think that was the night that your and your Dad went shopping for clothes."
"Oh yeah....yeah," I muttered, before asking, "Why was Lee talking about that to you and Donnie Ward and the other guys?"
"He wasn't. It was just me and him," Gav said, shrugging. "He said that it stinks that Vince is punished like that, and that, if he is going to be spanked, he should be spanked when he actually gets in trouble, like most kids."
"Most kids except you!" I reminded Gav, smiling ear to ear.
"That's right!" he said proudly.
"Don't get too full of yourself, Mr. Soggy Pants."
"Watch it!" he said, slapping me aside the head lightly, while grinning.
"Ouch," I mocked pain.
He then put his hand to my head. "You feeling all right, dude?"
"Nothing a shower with a good friend wouldn't cure!"
"No, serious...your head is warm."
"I haven't had much sleep the last few days...I'm feeling a little out of it."
"Ok, you just feel a little hot."
"It must be because of you, stud!"
We hugged and cuddled for a few moments before I went on home. There was A LOT more I needed to digest, and I welcomed an afternoon in my bedroom alone. Lee called a couple of times that afternoon. It didn't take long for us to be friends again during that last week. I tried to see if he knew anything about what was going on in Vince's house (without revealing what I already knew), but he wasn't talking. I suppose I could have cashed in the IOU, but I figured I should save that for a rainy day. He did agree with what Gav had said (big surprise since Gavin was quoting him), but they were really good points.
"You are maybe the only person who can get through to them," Lee said.
"You don't think I should just quit the job?"
"Heck no!" he said. "That will be much, much worse. YOU need to talk to them. You need to help them come to the right decision about raising him."
"I don't know if I can't, Lee." I was reminded of the talk me and Gavin's mother had just a week ago, and how quickly I wilted when I realized I was talking down to an adult.
"You need to be stronger than them, or Vincent."
"Why Vince?"
"He probably likes the way things are now. He probably doesn't want them to change, even though it's tortuous behavior he's subjected to. You need to be the strong one over there. Trust me, if I were in your shoes, I would suck it up to them and PROVE that what I was saying was right."
"Prove it, huh?" I still wasn't convinced.
"If you don't do this, then you know what will happen?"
"Enlighten me?"
"Ike is going to take over for you, and it will be much worse, because, trust me – Ike does not love that kid, and, well, you obviously do."
I paused before saying, "And so do you, pal."
"Yeah, I suppose I do too. What's not to love? He's a great kid."
He was a great kid, but I could see just underneath the surface the aggression building up. Maybe his priest wasn't so off the mark when he detected it; maybe the weekly spankings were contributing to something very unhealthy.
The rest of the day was the worst, as I agonized and agonized over what I was going to do Sunday morning. To make matters worse, I realized that Gavin might have been right - I might have been coming down with a friggin cold.
Great!
Late Saturday night Vincent didn't help the situation by calling and reminding me that I was going to have to be there longer than usual. I told him I remembered, and he asked that I remember not to be late. I told him I was planning on being early.
"How early?" he asked, nervously.
"Earlier than usual. Why?"
He was quiet.
"Do you not want me there when you they spank you?" I asked.
"Not really."
"Well, don't you worry about that, ok? If I am there that early, and they are going to spank you, I will excuse myself to the bathroom until it's done, ok?"
"Promise?"
"I swear to god."
"Cool," he said, changing the subject. "Have you ever read any Mark Twain?"
"Of course."
"Well, we were reading Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer in school....which one is your favorite?"
"Sawyer....of course."
"Mine too!" he said. I could almost see him jump up and down. "Do you wanna play Tom and Huck tomorrow?"
"You want that to be the spanking game?"
"Uh-huh."
"So, you don't want to do the baseball game, now?"
"Huh?"
"The baseball jersey I was going to bring over last week...I forgot it. Do you want me to bring it over tomorrow?"
"Nah," he laughed - obviously the baseball game wasn't that important because he had also forgotten it. "I'd rather play the Tom and Huck game. I've been working on this funky rewrite..."
"You've rewritten Mark Twain??"
"Uh-huh. Anyway, it's really cool. Lots of radical opportunities."
"Yeah., I can see where that will work. "
"Wicked awesome! You can be Huck and I will be Tom!"
"I don't remember Sawyer being spanked by Huck?"
"In our version he will be, all right?"
"Sure....you're the boss." ****
If my plan worked, we wouldn't be playing those horrid games of his anymore, but I didn't want to tip him off any. Me arriving early was bad enough – he knew I normally liked my sleep (especially when I was coming down with a cold). I'm just glad he didn't ask why I wanted to be over so early.
His grandparents were surprised when I showed up about forty-five minutes early. They were still in various forms of dress.
"Matthew!" Mrs. Hanson said. "You are here so early. Is something the matter?"
"No, no," I said, shaking my head - I shouldn't be doing this today. On top of everything I could feel a nasty cold coming on. "I said I would be here early, and I am."
"Good to see you, boy," Mr. Hanson said, grasping my hand.
"You too, sir."
"It looks like it's going to rain, eh?"
"It does indeed," I said.
Vincent came in, wearing only a black "Korn" t-shirt. "Matt?"
"Hey dude," I said, before clearing my throat.
"Why are you here?"
"I wanted to talk with your grandparents."
"About....what....?" He was terrified.
"About spanking you," I said quickly – had to say it that way. Like tearing off a band-aid.
"Oh, good!" Grandpa said. "One of MY favorite subjects!" He chuckled.
"Can I sit down?" I asked, motioning to the table. My stomach was turning over in knots – it didn't help that I was groggy from almost no sleep, from worry about this. Christ....I can't believe I was finally here, finally addressing them, in their own home.
"Sure," Vincent's grandmother said. "You seem so worried, Matt. What's troubling you?"
"I....I don't think that I can....can....can spank your grandson anymore," I said. Vincent's face collapsed from his innocent smile, to the look of a child in terror. He slowly turned from me to them to see what their response would be.
"Why is that?" Grandpa said. "You do such a good job at it."
"Thank you, sir. It's just....well....I have my....ahhhhhh....doubts that.....ahhhhh....and this is NO reflection of you as parents, or grandparents, I mean......ahhhhhhh.....it's just I don't really think that this situation.....this particular situation where he is.....ahhhhhhhh.....spanked.....I mean, punished once a week is very.....ahhhhhhh....productive.....I mean, good for him."
Man! That was harder than I thought!
All three of them just looked at me like I had just sprouted horns. I decided to go in with the reasoning part before they threw me out of their house.
"It's not that I am....ahhh....AGAINST spanking, or anything like that." I paused for a moment and coughed - I should have taken something before leaving the house. "You see...I'm... I'm still spanked myself, and, I suppose, it's still helpful...."
"You are still spanked?" Mrs. Hanson. "How old are you, Matt?"
"Fifteen, Mam." Christ in heaven! Why did I just tell them I was still spanked!!!???!!!!
"And you are still spanked when you do something wrong?"
"Yes, Mam, but...ahhhh.... only when I do something wrong," I said, my eyes darting between her and her husband. "It is still pretty useful, I guess."
"Your Dad still whacks your butt?" Grandpa asked, amazed.
"Uhhhh....he sure.....ahhhhh....makes sure I am punished correctly," I said. That wasn't a lie, was it?
"See!" Vince said to them. "Ike isn't too old to be spanked!"
Ah, CRAP!
Is that where that was going?
I wanted to reach over and cover Vincent's mouth before he said anything else. Didn't he remember that discussion we had weeks ago when I told him that it was good that they stopped spanking Ike at a certain age, because soon he will be older too, and they will have to stop the corporal punishment with him? GEEESH! Kids!!
"What I was trying to get to is, if Vincent knows that he is going to be spanked once a week, regardless of whether or not he did anything wrong, it is doing the opposite of what you two want him to do. He has no motivation to do good because he knows he will just get spanked anyway."
The three of them were very, very quiet as they looked and studied me. I really thought I hit a home run with that last argument, but I couldn't tell. I just knew I felt a lot better having finally said it.
"What do you think, Ma?" Grandpa asked.
"I really don't have much time to think about right now. We'll be late."
"I know....I know," he sighed. "Matt, I really like you. You are a great kid, and a wonderful friend to Vince, and I appreciate what you have tried to do, but....well....we can't make a decision this quickly. I'm sorry, but we will....we will think and talk about it on the road."
"I'm afraid, though, that we are going to have to continue with the way things are," she said, looking to Vince, then me. "He has already confessed what he did this last week, and, well, until we can think and talk about it, it is going to have to be the same old grind."
"I'll understand if you don't spank him today, Matt, and the misses and I won't hold it against you."
"Not at all," she chimed in."
"We just need to do right by this boy. We love him too much to make a decision so quickly."
"Come on, Vincent," Granny said, standing up from the table. "Let's go get you ready."
He sighed, and got up. "Thanks, anyway, Matt," he said, with a half grin, half frown.
"Wait!" I said, jumping up – I couldn't let this continue on! Didn't they friggin hear me?! I needed to stop this madness! "You guys can't do this!"
"Matthew!" Mrs. Hanson said, aghast.
"Listen here, young man! That is no way to talk to us!"
"But it is no way to treat that boy! This NEEDS to stop!" Wow! I was on fire!!
"Matthew Grey! Do we need to call your father!" Granny said, furious.
"Yeah, and maybe he can come here and prove to us what you said," he said, standing up. "Unless that was a bunch of bull-hockey."
"No, you don't need to do that," I said, backing down a bit. "I just don't want to see Vincent spanked anymore, especially if he doesn't deserve it."
"Well, I don't want to see young boys come into MY house and tell ME how to raise MY Grandchildren!" Grandpa said, adding, "First that Cooper girl, and now you!"
"It's just I really feel passionate about this, boy."
"Why?!"
"I just do, sir."
"Well, maybe you should put your money where your mouth is," he said, crossing his arms. "I'll tell you what I'll do....I'll make you a deal."
"A deal?"
"A deal."
"What,....what kind of deal."
"Switch places with the little one....just for the day. If his hide means that much to you, then maybe he can escape the spanking for the day."
"You want ME to be spanked instead of HIM!" CHRIST!!! How did I NOT see this _s_h_i_t_ coming!!!??
"That's an excellent idea!," Mrs. Hanson said. "If it's true what you said, about still getting spanked, then now is as good a time for any."
"This way you can tell us, first hand, which is worse," he said, adding. "After all, you have never been punished by our method, have you?"
"No...no sir."
"That's an excellent idea!" Mrs. Hanson said. "And you can tell us, first hand, which way works best."
I gulped and looked at Vincent, whose eyes were now bigger than half-dollar coins. "Will you think about what....what I said?"
"Yes. Will you take all of Vincent's spanking for the whole day?"
"And prove to us that you mean what you say?"
I closed my eyes....I don't know what came over me, but I nodded yes....