Marty was ten. 65lbs of energy and mischief. Dark complection reflected his Greek parentage on one side. His eyes were dark brown and framed by long lashes which waved you into them. He was on the thing side, but with a bottom which could not escape someone attracted to the charmes of boys. He and his older brother were twon boys who took my fancy right away, both by their good looks and rowdy boyish behavior.
I was just nineteen and really trying to come to grips with really caring about children and being _s_e_x_ually attracted to boys (ages 6-15). I'd gotten a job working as a PE teacher at an elementary school. The job allowed me to train for Martial Arts fighting and boxing, which were two of my passions, while going to school to earn a livng. I was not sure what I wanted to do because as much as I love being with kids I was confused by my _s_e_x_ual feelings, back in those days, early sixties, there were not a great deal of mentors to help one along that path.
One of the contradictions I found myself having to deal with was that the principal at the school I worked at was retiring and he truned discipline over to me. I was a big man, 6'2" and a solid 220lbs to 230lbs, depending on if I had a fight coming up. This allowed me to "talk" to most miscreants and scare them into good behavior. I struggled with what I would do if I was put into a position of having to use corporal punishment, as mandated by school board and exoected my teachers.
I lived with the memories of my own spankings as a child, and the humiliations I was subjected to in my home growing up; I wasn't sure if I couild subject a child to anything like that? Marty was going to put me into the position to find out.
It seems young Mr. Marty and some of his friends had taken to sneaking off the school grounds at lunch time and going down to a local 5 and 10 to buy candy and such with their parents hard earned money, given the boys to buy lunch. They had been caught and I'd put the fear of god into them and thought I'd heard the last of it. Boy di I have some things to learn about kids!
Not two days passed before Marty was back in my little office in the gym. I was now faced with having warned of a spanking. I either spanked his most spankable young rear end or showned my bark worse than my bite.
"Well, what should I do? " I asked, stalling for time like I was the one getting punished.
"You can't spank me.!" He bodly answered.
"And why is that." He might offer me an easy way out. I have to admit that I was just as frightened of the amount of _s_e_x_ual arousal I was feeling as I was of the conflicts I felt about making this child I wanted to like me cry from me beating his young ass.
"My mother said." He said and took a defiant stance.
Had he just said his parents did not spank him and look pitiful I may have procrastinated and called them, possibily sparing him, but this challenge was something I knew I had to deal with now.
"The school board says I can spank you and your attitude has earned you a trip over my knee. Take your pants down."
I knew Marty had hoped to keep from getting a spanking by envoking his mother, but he was no fool and could see I would not put up with any tom foolery at this point. He looked down at the floor and moved his hands to the buckle of his belt and began undoing it. I pulled out my chair and sat down infront of him while he unsnapped his jeans and took down the zipper.
His jean's fly parted to reveal white cotton Penney's blue-dot waisteband boy's briefs, size 10, a bit tight. His penis was laid to the right, maybe an inch of so long, as big around as my middle finger. No erection from fear or excitement for young Marty. He was resigned to his fate and without taking down his underpants he flopped down over my lap.
As I slipped my fingers under the blue dotted waistband of his briefs I asked him, "How many spanks do you think you should have for leaving the school grounds, spending the money your parents gave you for lunch, on candy, and then doing it again after being warned not to?"
As his small grapefruit sized buttocks were uncovered the young sir turned to look in horror over his shoulder. He clearly had not expected a bare bottom spanking. "I don't know."
In my years of facing young boys with their bared bottoms turned up for spanking it has always amazed me how shocked they are when asked to have to decide how many times their naked butts would be slapped. I found that normally they offer more than I would have suggested or so few as to be no punishment if I were using a horse whip. Marty took the former. "Twenty?"
"That may be what you get next time, but I think ten will do for this time. Okay with you." I rested my hand on warm little mounds and resisted the urge to rub and caress them. I looked at him and he nodded okay without answering, turning his head back to look down at the floor.
I raised my hand off the firm little cheeks and watched as Marty clenched them tight in anticipation of being spanked. When my hand did not slap right back down he relaxed and then I spanked him a smart swat on the middle of both half moons. It was a controlled spank, I knew I hand a hard heavy hand and did not really want to make Marty cry and feel long lasting pain. I wanted discomfort enough that he could feel he'd paid for his crime, but not so much that he'd look at me with fear, distrust and anger. His head and feet arched up in response to the first spank and bounced a second time when the second feel just below where the first hand print was pinking. I turned down the force for the next five swats and young Marty relaxed some. The seventh spank was a smart one and he bounced agai and tightened his rear end for the ninth. The tenth was also a stinger, so that when he hopped off my lap his hands went behind and I was treated to the sight of his soft little boy parts jiggling up and down in time with the short naughty boy dance he performed infront of me. He was hairless, and his little incher was trimmed, but had a collar of skin around the base of his glans, like a christmas wreath. The tip was shaped like a bullet, dark red in color and his testicles were tight against his body. all in all a very handsome lad.
I took him by the shoulders and told him I was proud he'd taken his spanking like a man. We reviewed the rule he'd broken and I sent him back to his class.
The next morning I was on before first bell playground duty and here came Marty and his mother, she looked upset and Marty looked smug.
"Did you spank Marty yesterday?" She asked.
I was not sure what I was getting into. I'd none nothing _s_e_x_ual with Marty, though I did have to use the teacher's bathroom after he and I were done, just to releave to stress. She hadn't said anything about taking his pants down, so.... "I sure did. He..." I cold not say more before she interupted me.
"Next time you make sure you spank him infront of his class, with his pants all the way down."
I don't know who was more shocked; me or Marty. I had no further problems with the young man in the next two years I taught there. I was lucky enough to get his older brother, who bottom was one of the most perfect I've ever seen, across my lap on two occasions, but never was _s_e_x_ually interactive with either of them, as much as I would have teasured such an experience. as with most of the boys I've spanked, had _s_e_x_ with or both we still communicate and are friends, though many years have passed.