This story is the fifth in a series of true spanking stories about me. I am an 18-year-old guy named Brent, living in the rural Midwest.
My first posted story was titled "A Teenager's True Tale of Two Spankings". That needs to be read first, if you are reading any of my stories for the first time. This current story will mean nothing in terms of characters and reasons, unless you have read that first story, and it's three follow up stories.
The second story was "A Teenagers Third Spanking". That was a continuation of the first story. Reading that will fill in the gaps between the first and the horrific third story.
The third story I posted was "A Bare Butt Spanking in Front of My Mom", and that took place on Saturday August 26th. That was the most embarrassing moment of my life. But for some reason it also stopped almost all the fighting between my Mom and me.
The fourth story was "My Sunday Morning Follow Up Spanking". This was my last spanking from my spanker/mentor. He may have been harsh in getting through my thick head for a couple of weeks. But it worked. Over a month now without a spanking. September 3rd was my last one.
During this time my Mom and I have gotten along great. Whenever we feel a battle coming on, she snaps her fingers, like my spanker/mentor taught her. We both smile and cool down. One argument could have resulted in a spanking for me, but it didn't. I wound up spanking my cousin instead.
That's right. This story is about me learning how to properly spank another boy. In learning how to spank, my butt was set on fire, but not by my spanker/mentor.
During the summer I had been baby sitting my 10-year-old cousin a lot. My Aunt worked nights and weekends, and is a single parent like my Mom. This was OK, since I had no transportation, because my Mom only had one car and she a lot of the same hours as my Aunt. But that changed.
Because I had been saving up for college, my spanker/mentor arranged for his son Mike to sell me one of his motorcycles at a super price and on payments. It is a small bike, a 250cc Kawasaki. But it was mine and would be real handy at college. I had freedom for the first time in my life. It is great!
My spanker/mentor had to go to bat with my Mom over my new toy. His two oldest sons all had motorcycles and never had an accident. My spanker/mentor doesn't have one or ride them. But he could relate to the thrill of the freedom it gave me. My Mom didn't like it. But she didn't put up too much of a fight after my brother Steve got on the phone with her. He told her that I should be given a shot at owning one. Something tells me that she was talking to him about something else during that call from Kosovo.
My cousin is a neat little kid. His name is Jeremy and he is like me, small for our ages. At 10 years old he stands about 4' 5", and no more than 70lbs. And like me, he is good at soccer because he is quick and fast. I didn't mind baby sitting him, until he gets to acting up. He just won't mind me. I started screaming at him and then complaining to my Mom and Aunt. My Aunt solution was simple.
"Next time he gets outa hand, bust his bare butt."
Simple enough. Except I didn't have a clue on how to spank the kid. I know that sounds strange as hell because of all my spankings. But when you are suddenly a spanker, instead of a spankee, it stopped me cold. And about that time, I no longer wanted to spend my weekend nights babysitting him. And that's when the fights started.
My Aunt is like my Mom; she is struggling to make ends meet. She can't afford to pay any other baby sitter or me. Therefore she was relying on me to keep her second job. That was OK, but I was under a strict rule that I couldn't leave the house with Jeremy. So I was in virtual slavery on the weekends because of my cousin. Plus, he was acting like a brat!
I got mad at both my Mom and Aunt and stormed out of the house and got on my bike, and headed to the safety of my spanker/mentor. Big mistake! First thing my Mom did was call my spanker/mentor. He was on the phone talking to her as I walked in his front door.
The first thing I heard him say was, "He just walked in, let me get back to you after he and I talk." He nodded his head and winked at me.
He sat down on the couch and motioned me over. I sat down next to him and he drew me close and started stroking my head as he asked for my side of the story. I gave it to him, almost on the verge of tears I was so frustrated. All the time he kept quiet, just stroking my hair and listening. When I was finished, he turned my head, so that I was looking into his eyes. He wiped a small tear from my eye and kissed me gently on my forehead.
"Want me to go to bat for you son?"
I couldn't shake my head "yes" fast enough. He picked up the phone and called my number. He unloaded on my Mom. I couldn't believe it. He was sticking up for me! In the middle of his lecture to my Mom he said, "slavery is not alive and well in Missouri...". Go for it big daddy!
Within about five minutes he had my Mom agreeing to a whole new set of baby sitting rules. Basically I got to use my Aunt's car on the weekends, so that Jeremy and I weren't stuck in the house. Now I had freedom to do even more things on the weekend, even if it was with Jeremy as baggage.
Now I had one problem solved, but not the problem of spanking Jeremy. I asked him if he would spank Jeremy for me. He laughed at that one and informed that would be child abuse on three points. One, Jeremy didn't know him. Two, Jeremy's Mom didn't know him. Three, Jeremy was my responsibility, not his.
Since it was Tuesday night, I wouldn't be baby sitting Jeremy until Friday night. He told me to come back on Thursday night for dinner. He would give me some first hand instructions on how to spank. I pressed him on what that meant and he said to wait and see. My curiosity was really peaked.
A couple of nights later I rang his doorbell about 6 o'clock and heard a strange voice holler, "Come on in Brent".
As I entered the living room my spanker/mentor was sitting with a young guy who I immediately recognized from his pictures. It was Jeff. The very same Jeff that my spanker/mentor had written stories about on MMSA Stories. I was stunned. His visit had been kept a secret.
It was a great dinner. Jeff told me all about his college work and the trials and tribulations of post-graduate studies. Especially since he had to perform to our spanker/mentor's standards. During the course of dinner, it became real apparent that Jeff was one smart dude. Real smart! [My spanker/mentor later confided in me that because Jeff is so smart, he raises his academic bar high. Real high! That god it is not my standard. My butt could never survive that many spankings.]
After dinner, Jeff and I began talking about our least favorite aspect of our spanker/mentor's personality. His spankings! Soon we were joking and kidding around until the subject of Jeremy was brought up. Jeff listened intently to my dilemma. He well understood why my spanker/mentor wouldn't touch Jeremy. "Unless - - - - - knows the kid and his parents real well, he won't even reprimand a kid."
Then our spanker/mentor spoke. "Why don't you guys discuss among yourselves what tool would be best used on Jeremy, while I check my email."
And we did, for the next few minutes we talked about all of the tools we had used on us. Our mutual hatred of the five finger tawse put that tool on top of the list. The big rubber kitchen spoon/spatula was next. Because Jeff's bruises too easy, he hasn't been paddled since his first visit last winter. In fact, the tawse was purchased because of Jeff's tender buns.
When our spanker/mentor came back into the room he asked us what we decided. When we told him, he shook his head and frowned. "Way too severe boys. Way too severe. Let's go into my bedroom and do some training."
Jeff and I looked at each other and wondered if we were in for more than just "training" as we headed into his bedroom.
He told us to strip to our briefs. I was wearing my Jockey boy's XL briefs and Jeff was wearing a pair of Jockey Y-front hip briefs, like our spanker/mentor had given me a few weeks ago. I was a more than just a little nervous, as he pulled the tawse out of his dresser, along with the rubber spoon. This didn't look good.
He had Jeff and I stand in front of the closet door mirror, close to each other, our butts facing the mirror. Then he had us bend over and look back at our brief covered buns displayed in the mirror. It became apparent quick that Jeff's backside was a lot bigger than mine, as he is 6' tall and about 160-165 lbs.
Then he had Jeff lay down on the bed, tummy side down, his sprinter's butt ready to be spanked. Or so it seemed. Our spanker/mentor laid the tawse on Jeff's butt, the lower edge resting on the straight-line crotch mark of his white briefs. The upper edge came to within two inches of his brief's waistband. He turned to me.
"How much smaller do you think Jeremy's butt is compared to Jeff's?"
"A bunch. He only weighs 70 or 80 lbs."
"OK. If he is that small, how much of his butt would be covered by the tawse?"
It dawned on me why he was doing this. "All of it and maybe more."
"Then you would have a difficult time making sure the tawse lands on Jeremy's butt and no where else wouldn't you?"
I nodded my head in agreement. Then he dropped a stinky turd in Jeff's punchbowl.
"Pick up the tawse and give Jeff a hard swat on his crotch mark. Let's see if you can even control hitting him."
Jeff looked back at me with wide eyes and he turned his head. I did as I was told and took the tawse and drew in back over my shoulder and let loose.
"THWACK"
Jeff flinched and snapped his head as my blow landed on the edge of his briefs, catching bare thigh and briefs. Not a good shot.
Our spanker/mentor smiled and sat down on the bed rubbing Jeff's buns and legs. "That wouldn't work would it?"
I shook my head in total agreement. That was really weird. I now realized just how careful you have to be spanking someone. Especially a small kid like Jeremy.
"OK guys, let's see if Brent is any better with the rubber spoon. Give Jeff two shots with the spoon, one to each cheek."
I picked up the spoon and hefted it in my hand. I lined up Jeff's right cheek by laying it where I wanted it to land, just above the crotch mark of his briefs. The biggest part of his buns. I drew back again and let it rip.
"SPLAT" Much better.
"SPLAT" Left cheek, even better. I liked this tool. Jeff didn't. Our spanker/mentor continued his massaging of Jeff's buns.
"We have a real problem with that tool Brent. Look at how much of it covers Jeff's bun. How much of Jeremy's butt would it cover?"
I looked at Jeff's buns. Jeremy's buns were no where near as big. The spoon would cover more than one cheek. And due to its shape, not be good either.
"Any suggestions guys? You have read my MMSA Stories stories. And have met several of my sons. Any ideas?"
A light bulb came on. I knew what he was hinting at. "How about the long plastic shoe horn?"
"And why would that be good to use on Jeremy?"
"It is small, light weight, stings and shouldn't bruise", I said with new confidence.
"Good choice. But neither one of you have ever been spanked with it have you?"
Jeff looked back at me and kind of grinned. We were screwed.
"Brent. A black shoehorn is hanging in the closet on my dress tie hanger. Let's see what you can do with that."
I got it out of the closet and stepped back over to the bed. Jeff looked back with a strained grin on his face as his cotton-covered buns were being rubbed. It looked wicked. About 20" long, with a crook in the end for your fingers. It was real light, curved like a regular shoehorn, but much longer and shiney black.
"This time lay it down on his crotch mark and tell me what you see."
That was easy. His white butt practically swallowed up the narrow black shoehorn. Now came the hard part. Controlling the darned thing.
"Try and land it right on his crotch mark. I picked it up and aimed for my white target and cut loose.
"CRACK" Perfect shot!
Jeff snapped his head back in surprise. It was obvious the swat stung like hell.
"OK, now give Jeff and short spanking with it, covering his underpants, but not his legs. Give him six good swats."
Jeff looked back at me with very concerned eyes. This could hurt.
But spanking him was actually easy. The shoehorn was easy to control. All six landed on his buns. I had found Jeremy's tool for his spankings.
"OK Jeff, tell Brent what you felt."
Jeff let me know that the tool stung a whole bunch more than you would think, just looking at it. Our spanker/mentor smiled at his vivid description of the stinging pain.
"OK Jeff, do you think it would be fair to have Brent spank Jeremy with that shoehorn, if Brent didn't know what it felt like?"
I was screwed. Had. Dead meat. You name it. My buns were toast.
Jeff raised up and turned over, facing me with a sly grin on his face. "He needs to know just how bad that _d_a_m_n_ed thing stings. And now is as good as time as any."
Our spanker/mentor smiled and he asked, "Alright, then let's put him into a position that he will need to use with Jeremy."
Jeff got off the bed. Our spanker/mentor then positioned me over the corner of the bed. My hips were on edge of the corner, with each leg straddling the sides of the corner. He smoothed out my briefs and tugged them tight. He ordered me to put my arms behind my back and to grasp my forearms tight. I was laying down flat, with my cotton covered butt a prominent target. Then he gave Jeff his instructions.
"Take the shoehorn and lay it on his brief's crotch mark."
Jeff laid the shoehorn on my butt as instructed and he got his next instructions.
"Move it up towards his brief's waistband about three inches, and back down to just below the leg openings of his briefs."
Jeff did, the warm plastic barely touching each of my angled bare thighs.
"This is your target area Jeff. Aim half of your swats at or around his crotch mark. Then land a few just above the crotch mark. One or two at the leg openings, catching bare thigh."
Then our spanker/mentor sat down and rubbed my head and gently prepared me for what was to follow.
"You are eighteen. Jeremy is ten. Jeff will give you nine on the briefs and then nine on the bare. Since Jeremy is so much smaller, ten on his briefs will be adequate punishment for first time offenses. But you need to know just what he feels as he gets a spanking from you."
Then he looked up at Jeff and gave him his final instructions as he stroked my hair.
"Give him real punishment swats, two to three seconds apart. Make him feel each one. Take your left hand and grasp his wrists and hold him down. Let's get this over with."
Jeff grasped by wrists and pressed down on my back.
"SSPPLLAATT" My gawd did that sting. Seventeen more like that!
"SSPPLLAATT" Same spot. Thanks a bunch Jeff.
"SSPPLLAATT" Same spot again. I kicked & squirmed. THIS HURTS!
"SSPPLLAATT" A little higher up. Fresh sting. OUCH!
"SSPPLLAATT" Middle of my butt. More fresh sting.
"SSPPLLAATT" Bare thigh. I groaned and squirmed. Twelve more.
"SSPPLLAATT" Original spot. Hurts even more now. I feel tears.
"SSPPLLAATT" Middle of my butt again.
"SSPPLLAATT" Original spot again. My brief's crotch mark must be flat.
"Brent, I am going to have Jeff pull down your briefs, and bunch them at your butt and thigh crease. When you spank Jeremy I want the briefs to be bunched in this spot. Don't spank anyone at the crease, because for some reason it bruises very easily."
I felt my briefs being pulled down and bunched up below my cheeks. Familiar hands rubbed my warm buns. Then all hell broke loose in the form of rapid fire swats.
"SSPPLLAATT" "SSPPLLAATT" "SSPPLLAATT" "SSPPLLAATT" "SSPPLLAATT" "SSPPLLAATT" "SSPPLLAATT" "SSPPLLAATT" "SSPPLLAATT"
In a few seconds the final nine were done. I felt two sets of hands rubbing my buns and thighs.
"Now, what did you learn from this experience young man?" My spanker/mentor leaned down next to my face with a big crappy grin on his face.
"I learned that you two guys are real dick heads and that _d_a_m_n_ piece of plastic is hell on your butt"
He and Jeff started laughing. Then tickling me and swatting me at the same time. I started laughing and kicking, trying to get away from them. By the time they were through with me, I had tears in my eyes from so much laughing.
Then our spanker/mentor laid down his challenge. "Any one ready for some desert? Last one to get dressed has to go buy it."
I grabbed Jeff's jeans off the floor, a long with my clothes, and dashed into our spanker/mentor's office and locked the door just as Jeff tried to get me. Needless to say, Jeff lost.
Jeff drove to our local DQ and left me some time to talk to our spanker/mentor. He made it very clear to me that the shoehorn was to be used in only those circumstances where I had given Jeremy fair, and clear warning. Under no conditions was I to use it as an "I gotcha" payback.
By the time Jeff came back with our deserts, I knew in my mind that my lessons at his and Jeff hands were going to make me a lot more aware of Jeremy's feelings when I had to spank him.
And, Saturday morning I had to do just that. With the long black shoehorn.