My name is Brent, a 19 year old living in the Midwest. This is the sixth in a series of true life spanking stories that started with my first posting on the 10th of August in a story titled "A Teenager's True Tale of Two Spankings". This first story introduces you to me and my spanker/mentor, also a very prolific writer to this site.
That was followed on the 23rd of August with my second story titled "A Teenager's Third Spanking".
On the 3rd of September I posted my third story, titled "A Bare Butt Spanking in Front of My Mom". This was my worst spanking in terms of embarrassment.
The fourth story was posted on the 7th of September and was titled "My Sunday Morning Follow Up Spanking".
The fifth story was posted on the 14th of October and was titled "My First Lesson in How to Spank My Ten Year Old Cousin".
I would urge you to read these stories first, if you have not done so already. This new story will be much easier to follow.
This story is being written during the Christmas/New Year's holidays. My life since Jeff's visit to my spanker/mentor has been very busy. I leave next week for college; all made possible by my spanker/mentor. He in turn, is leaving our Midwest boondocks to live in the Pacific Northwest in Vancouver, British Columbia Canada with Jeff. I will post this story and two others before I leave for college. I imagine these stories will be my last.
In my last story, Jeff and my spanker/mentor had just given me a "lesson" in how to use a long handled shoehorn to spank my cousin Jeremy who I have to baby-sit. This story is about my first spanking as a spanker.
Jeremy and I are cousins, and at the time of our first spanking, he was 10 and I was 18. He normally is a great kid, since we have so much in common. We both have single Moms as our only parents. He is a soccer whiz and so am I, but not as good as he should be when he reaches my age. We are both built very similar. I am short for my age and so is he. He is fast and quick with sprinter's legs and buns, very similar to me.
His Mom is his only spanker, where as my brother Steve and now my spanker/mentor has been my spankers for years. Over the past couple of years, Jeremy and I spend a lot of time together, with me being his baby sitter. Since he is like most young boys, he has a mouth and it gets him into trouble.
As he has gotten older, he minds me less and less. My Mom and Aunt have urged me to spank him to get Jeremy back under control. Jeff and my spanker/mentor gave me the tool and instructions on how to do exactly that.
It was a typical Saturday afternoon, with Jeremy and I chilling out and watching college football on the tube. His Mom and mine had asked him to do some of his homework, and not leave it till Sunday night. He delayed starting the reading and written assignments time and time again, as I asked him all day long to get started. Each time he just kind of blew me off and kept channel surfing.
It was time to change the rules.
"Jeremy, last time. Turn it off and start studying!"
Jeremy looked at me with an 'eat _s_h_i_t_ and die' glare and kept watching.
I stood up....walked over to his prone body on the couch and yanked the remote out of his hand and turned off the TV.
"What the _f_u_c_k_ are you doin dude!"
"Jeremy it is time to change the rules. Your Mom has told me to spank you when you blow me off, and now its time for your first spanking."
"No _f_u_c_k_ing way dude. No way. You ain't gonna lay a God _d_a_m_n_ed hand on me!"
I quickly reached down with my left hand and got his ear lobe in a hard pinch grip, using my finger nails and jerked him up. As he started screaming in protest and swung his arm I used my right hand and gripped the back of his neck. We then went into my bedroom in a fast frog march, Jeremy screaming curse words the whole way. I tossed him onto my bed.
He turned over and tried to get up and I shoved him back down hard.
"STOP! Cut this crap out now. You won't mind me, so now your butt is going to learn to mind me. Maybe the rest of your body and brain will learn from your butt."
Jeremy looked up at me with a stunned expression of disbelief. It dawned on him that I was serious, and that he was about to get spanked.
"Briefs or bare Jeremy? Which is it?"
"Whada ya mean Brent?"
"Simple cousin of mine. Do you want to get your spanking on your briefs or bare butt?"
"Brent, please don't. I'll study now. Honest."
"Too late Jeremy. You are going to get this spanking on your briefs or bare. Your choice. Which is it?"
He looked at me for a few seconds and then he turned away and said, "Alright prick, if I'm gonna get it, I'll take it on my underpants."
His attitude was really beginning to piss me off.
"Jeremy that just cost you extra. You've got one minute to strip to your briefs. NOW!"
I must have got to him because he did exactly what I asked. He sat up in bed and unlaced his sneakers and pulled them off, followed by his socks. Then he glared at me as he pulled his shirt off. He laid down, unzipped his jeans and kicked them off, flopping back down in just his snug, white Hanes boy's briefs.
I sat down on the bed and pulled him across my lap. His cotton covered buns, clenching and twitching over my right thigh. I tightened and tugged on his briefs, making sure his buns were totally covered.
"Jeremy, this first hand spanking is for your mouthy 'tude kid."
His hands shot back to protect his butt. I grabbed his wrists and pinned them together with my left hand in his lower back, just above the waistband of his briefs.
I raised my hand and brought it down on his right cheek. "WHAP". Jeremy groaned.
Left cheek got the same treatment. "WHAP". Jeremy groaned and squirmed.
"WHAP" Jeremy clenches his cheeks, creasing his briefs into his crack.
"WHAP" He kicks both legs and starts to cry.
"WHAP" A twisting move to get off my lap doesn't work
"WHAP" Another series of leg kicks and the tears and wails start,
"WHAP" His cheeks clench even harder.
"WHAP" He lifts his head and starts to wail and beg.
"WHAP" His fists pound the bed and his legs kick
"WHAP" Jeremy stops fighting and sobs
The only problem was my hand was starting to hurt. Spanking him was hurting my hand as much as the swats were making him cry. Now I understood why my spanker/mentor stopped to rub and lecture. I'm no dummy, so did I.
"Jeremy, why are you getting this spanking?" Rubbing his warm briefs felt great on my hand.
He blubbered something incoherent, as I continued to rub the pain out of my hand.
"Is it because you wouldn't do what you were supposed to do?"
He shook his head and tried to look back.
With that I raised my hand again and brought it down square in the middle. He started to cry again.
Nine more times I hand spanked his cotton-covered butt. Now to tell him the bad news.
"Jeremy, these hand swats were for your bad attitude cousin. Next time you are about ready to get a spanking from me, there will be no 'tude. Do I make myself clear?"
"WHAP" "WHAP" Both swats to his bare upper thighs and he screamed at this new pain sensation.
I waited for his answer and since he didn't give it, "WHAP" "WHAP", two more same places. This time he answered.
"Please stop! I won't sass you Brent. Promise!"
I rubbed his buns for about a minute as he stopped crying.
"OK Jeremy, now you are going to get spanked for not studying like you were supposed to do and I asked you to. Stand up and put your hands on top your head."
Jeremy got up slowly and did as I asked. I put a pillow on the corner of the bed and then had him straddle the corner of the bed corner and lay down. His buns were arched and spread apart by this position. I could see his ass crack through the thin fabric of his briefs. The white cotton looked light pink with the red color of his buns showing through.
I stepped over to my desk and opened the desk drawer and got the black shoehorn. At 21" long, it looked wicked, and it is. Jeremy's eyes got wide when he saw it.
"OK, put yours arms behind your back like you were before." He did slowly and I put my left hand down on his wrists, pressing down on them, causing his body to arch, and his butt to stick up even more over the pillow.
I tapped the shoehorn against his butt and raised it high above my shoulder.
"CRACK" Jeremy's legs shot straight back as he screamed out at this new sting.
Following the instructions of my spanker/mentor, I covered his twisting, heaving buns nine more times. He struggled hard against my grip at each new crack of the shoehorn.
Then it was over and I laid the shoehorn down. He thought that all he was going to get was ten swats.
"Jeremy, if you had not given me so much crap, this spanking would be done. But, since you got a bad mouth, down come your underpants."
I pulled them down from the right side and then the left side, bunching them right at the crease of his ass cheeks and thighs, just like I had been instructed. Jeremy's buns were bright red and warm to my touch as I patted them lightly before I picked up the shoehorn.
Now he was in full apology mode. His promises were so great that I almost believed him, until I remembered one thing. He sounded just like me when Steve had pulled down my underpants during some of my spankings at Jeremy's age.
I picked up the shoehorn again and raised it just as high and brought it down as hard as I could, right above his bunched white briefs.
"CRACK" He screamed out and kicked his legs sideways and up and down.
"CRACK"
"CRACK"
"CRACK"
"CRACK"
"CRACK"
"CRACK"
"CRACK"
"CRACK"
"CRACK"
It was over with.
I had just given a boy my first spanking. Jeremy's buns were really red now. He kept crying and sobbing, even as I released his wrists. I walked into the kitchen and ran a rag under the cold water faucet and returned to the bedroom.
Jeremy was looking over his shoulder, peering at his red rump as I laid the cold rag on his hot buns. His head dropped in relief from the heat in his butt. I slowly rubbed his buns until the rag felt warm. By now he stopped crying and looked back at me.
"I'm sorry Brent. Honest."
I rubbed his head and smiled at him. He then asked the million-dollar question.
"Where did you learn to spank like that?"