This is my first published story and has the advantage of being true. Please let me know if you enjoy it and more will follow.
One summer holiday my Father had to go abroad with work for a month and I was left with my Mother which at the age of ten was not as exciting as I would have wished. However, some friends of my parents, Roger and Julie came to stay for three weeks bring their seven year old son, David, with them.
For the first few days we played happily together at home behaving ourselves reasonably well but I remember trying to get David into trouble because I was a little annoyed at having to share my bedroom with him.
One day Roger decided to spent the day in town and Julie and mum took David and myself to the beach for the day. We arrived at the beach to find it very busy with holiday makers but we quickly changed into our swimming trunks and started playing among the rock pools.
I had been to this beach many times and knew that the best pools were in the next bay. I decided that we would scramble over the cliffs into this bay which was always quieter than the main bay. I knew that we were not allowed to climb on the cliffs but felt sure that we could do so unnoticed by our parents if we were careful and David agreed to come along. Whilst we carefully checked over our shoulders to make sure that we were not being watched we slowly climbed up the steep rocks and disappeared into the bay.
As I had expected this bay was almost empty and soon we were happily splashing around in the warm pools along the shore. As so often happens when you are enjoying yourself the time flew by and I jumped in surprise as I heard my name being called. David and myself looked round quickly to see Julie scrambling down the cliff. She walked over to us and we could both see that she was very angry. We were taken by the hand and lead back over the rocks while being told just what very naughty little boys we had been. All to soon we arrived back where I found mum to be just as angry as Julie. I was told that we had been away for more than two hours and that they had spent the last half hour trying to find us. The telling off continued and David started to cry but this only seemed to make Julie even angrier. Finally she turned David round so his back was to us and suddenly pulled his swimming trunks straight down to his ankles. I watched as she started to smack David's bare bottom hard, over and over again. He was crying hard and tried to stop her smacking him with his hands but was not successful. I wished that he was facing us instead of being turned away but as I watched I found myself suddenly facing in the opposite direction. I knew what was happening and managed to cover myself with my hands as my own swimming trunks were pulled down to the ground.
Although I was smacked hard the punishment was not as hard or as long as I had been expecting and soon my trunks were being pulled up again. I had managed to keep myself covered with my hands throughout but as I looked through my tears at all of the people who had been watching I noticed a very strange feeling. By now David also had his trunks on and we were sent off to play again and so we went, a little subdued this time.
As we played I though about the last few minutes. At school I often showered with the other boys after swimming and P. E lessons and already enjoyed seeing them undressed and I was irritated that I had not seen David naked so far during this holiday. I so wanted to have a good look at him. These feeling continued as the afternoon went by and I realised that I also enjoyed being looked at myself. I started to regret covering myself with my hands as I was smacked and longed for the chance to be stripped in front of David, Julie and Roger.
All to soon it was time to dress and make our way home and as we did I remember feeling quite pleased with how the day had turned out. The car was quickly packed and we made the short journey home arriving at about 5pm.
After a quick drink mum started to prepare our evening meal so that we could eat when Roger returned at about at about half past six. Julie helped for a few minutes but had soon done all that she could and about half past five she said that she was going to bath David and get him ready for bed as he had been a naughty boy during the day and that she and mum planned to spend the evening out To both my surprise and pleasure mum asked if Julie would do the same to me. Julie replied that she would be happy to and so I found myself being taken upstairs with David.
We were taken into my bedroom and Julie started to undress David. Once she had taken his trousers down she looked at me and told to get myself undressed. Slowly I stripped while I watched what Julie was doing to David and when I saw him standing in only his underpants watching me I quickly caught up with him. We were then taken, still in only our pants to the bathroom and were told to stand together quietly while Julie ran the bath. This only took a few minutes and then Julie turned to David, who was facing me, and without any fuss pulled his underpants down. As he stepped out of them to stand naked in front of me I felt only excitement, hoping that the same would happen to me next. David was put in the bath and he sat while his hair was washed before being told to stand. His back was washed first and then he had to turn to face us while his front received the same treatment. I remember watching closely as his dick was carefully cleaned. David then had to sit again and the soap was washed off before he was taken out of the bath and he stand while Julie dried him with the towel. I had been ignored completely while David was bathed and although I very much enjoyed watching him I had begun to feel a little disappointed. On the whole I think that I was worried that I would not be given the same treatment but even as I was thinking this David had been dried and was standing, still naked by my side. Julie stood in front of me now and told me that it was now my turn. I kept my hands by my side but looked down my body as she reached to my waist. I could hardly bear the excitement as she firmly pulled my underpants down. I stepped out of them and made no attempt to hide myself as I got into the bath.
It only took a couple of minutes to wash my hair and soon I was standing with my back them while I was washed. I turned round when I was told to and looked at David as my front was cleaned. David, still naked, was watching me as closely as I had watched him a few minutes earlier. When Julie reached for my dick I again looked down to see her touching me and I remember the intense pleasure it gave me, particularly when she pulled my foreskin back to wash underneath it. All to soon it was time to get out of the tub and I stood still with my hands by my sides as she dried me. We were both taken back into the bedroom and I stood patiently while Julie dressed David in his pyjamas. We changed places again and as my pyjamas were buttoned up I felt very pleased which the days events.
We went back downstairs to wait for Roger to come back before having our meal. When Roger arrived a little early but as the meal was ready we sat down to eat and although he looked at us both rather strangely he didn't say anything while we ate. Once we had finished the meal he asked why we were both ready for bed so early. He was told that we had been naughty while we were out and was told what we had done. He was very cross and started to give David a good telling off. He paused and asked Julie if she had smacked David. She explained that we had both had our trunks taken down on the beach and been smacked hard. He then asked Julie if she thought that David should be smacked again before he was sent to bed. Julie replied that he should be smacked again to teach him to be a good boy in the future. She said that he should go to bed with a very sore bottom. Roger then asked mum if he could borrow one of her slippers. Mum agreed to his request but asked him to give me a very hard spanking with it as well saying that as I was the eldest boy I should have known better than to misbehave and deserved to have a much harder smack than David.
I had been slippered many times at home and school and felt the usual feeling of dread as Roger quickly agreed to do as she asked. Mum and Julie were almost ready to go out for the evening but before they left Roger asked mum exactly how she wanted me to be punished. She replied that I had been slippered several times before but told Roger to punish me however he wanted to. They left a few minutes later saying that they didn't expect to get home until after eleven.
As soon as they had left Roger told David and myself to stand. He took David forwards to the middle of the room and made him stand facing the far wall. He held him round his waist with his left arm and smacked the back of his legs slowly and few hard. Even though David's legs were protected by his pyjamas he started to cry after only the second smack but Roger continued to hit him hard until each leg had been smacked six times. As soon as he was released David rubbed his legs with both hands while Roger made him stand in the corner of the room facing the wall. David was then made to put his hands on his head and told to leave them there until he was told otherwise. I was not at all surprised when I was called forwards.
I was held around the waist just as David had been and when the first smack landed on the back of my right thigh I gasped with pain and as they continued, each a minute or two apart I started to cry. I had rarely been smacked so hard by somebody's hand, only the slipper and, just once, the cane had been more painful. We both cried for about twenty minutes and even after this I could still hear David sobbing occasionally. I knew that Roger was sitting on the sofa behind us but I still jumped when he called to David and told him to come and stand at his side. David must have known what was about to happen because as he walked slowly to his father he started to cry again and was pleading with him, asking to be spared from the slipper. This was to know avail and I listened as David was told to stand at Rogers right side with his legs wide apart and finally, to bend over his knee. Nothing happened for a few moments but then I heard the familiar noise of the slipper in flight. It landed with a loud crack and David shouted out in pain. He must have wriggled as I heard Roger tell him to lie still over his knee and that each time he wriggled he would be given an extra smack on top of the six that were coming. I listened to all six strokes as they hissed through the air, each landing with a vicious crack and a loud cry of pain from David. The last one must have been particularly hard because David screamed as it hit him. I heard him being told to stand and to the following telling off, David repeatedly being warned that more spankings would follow unless he learnt to be a good boy quickly. He was, at last, sent to bed still crying hard and promising to be a very good boy in the future.
I was I thought that I would be called straight over to Roger but instead I was left to wait for nearly half an hour before he called me. I was expecting the slipper and so I walked very slowly towards him but as I did so I felt two emotions. I was certainly very scared at the prospect of a very hard spanking but I also knew that I was looking forwards to being put over his knee for the first time. My excitement grow as I stood beside him and he started to explain why he was about to smack me. When he had finished I moved my legs apart when he told me and waited patiently until he told me to bend over.
Because I had been expecting the slipper it came as a huge surprise when Roger started to smack me with his hand instead. Not only was this unexpected but the punishment was hardly any more than a few playful slaps before I was told to stand up again. I even told Roger that I had been expecting to be smacked much harder and he replied that I would be slippered before I went to bed but he said that he wanted to have a talk first. He asked me to sit on his knee which I did and I waited for him to start.
As I sat comfortably on his knee Roger started to explain why he liked staying with us so much. He said that he enjoyed taking David and myself out for day trips, particularly the beach. He went on to say that when he was alone with us as he was this evening, he felt very happy. While he was saying this his hands moved down and were soon resting on my lap. I could feel them through my pyjamas but I didn't object as I was quite excited by this even though I was sure that it wasn't intentional. Roger then started to tell me why he felt that he had to smack me again. He said that while he was staying with us he should help mum however he could. He asked me if we would still be friends after he had punished me. I replied that we would be. This pleased him and he went on to say that even though I had been a very naughty little boy he understood why II had behaved as I had during the day. He said that he would take us back to the beach during the week and would come to the bay with all the pools so that we could play safely there.
We sat for over half an hour talking and watching the television and all the time I was expecting to be smacked and sent to bed but was, of course, quite happy to put this off as long as possible. When the programme we had been watching finished Roger asked me if I wanted to stay up later. I immediately said that I would like that very much. He seemed to think about this for a while and agreed but he said that he would smack me soon as mum had asked him to. He told me not to tell her how late I stayed up. I sat on his knee for a few minutes longer, still with Rogers hands on my lap. He then asked me a question which confused a little. He said that he wanted to "look at me" and I really didn't know what he meant by this.
Despite not knowing what he wanted to do I was feeling very relaxed and content and so I agreed after a short pause to think. Roger asked me to get up off his knee and stand in front of him with my hands by my sides. I did this without question and very soon all became clear. Roger reached out to me and, starting at my collar he began to slowly unbutton my pyjamas. Once my jacket was open he stood up and walked behind me to take it off before returning to the sofa where he sat down again. He asked me if I was sure that I didn't mind him looking but, realising what would happen next, I told him that I didn't mind at all. He relaxed and paused for a few moments again as if he was making his mind up and then reached out again. He unfastened the two buttons at my waist and then, very slowly, he pulled my pyjama trousers down to my ankles. I kept my hands by my sides even when I was stepping out of my pyjamas and I was soon standing in front of him quite naked. I stood like this in silence for about ten minutes while Roger just sat on the sofa looking at me.
As I stood in front of Roger I remember feeling a little uncertain of myself but I was more than a little pleased that he was seeing me naked. I looked down my body to see if my dick was clearly visible and when I realised that it was my excitement increased considerably. Finally Roger looked up to me and said that it was time for me to go over his knee. I had waited as long for this that I was ready, having realised that feeling the slipper was inevitable but I had already decided that it was a small price to pay for the rest of the evening. The surprises had not yet finished however because Roger went on to offer me the choice of either putting my pyjamas back on to receive 12 strokes or only 8 if I stayed naked. This was by now an easy choice and I told him that I would stay as I was.
I went to stand by his side with my legs apart when I was told to and a few moments later I found myself bending over his knee with my bare bottom high in the air.
As the first stroke cracked across me I gasped out loud but already the second was on its way. Soon I was crying but the strokes continued until all 8 had been delivered and I lay over his knee crying hard.
Once the spanking had finished I was again standing in front of him, this time rubbing my very sore bottom with both hands while he watched with tears pouring down my face all the time. After a few minutes Roger dressed me slowly in my pyjamas and took me up to bed.
As I lay awake I remember feeling both excited and a little scared as I drifted off to sleep little knowing that this had only been the start.