The following (story P2) is the second in a series of my spanking experiences as a PRETEEN. Comments welcome: gr_anderson@hotmail. com
For my 10th birthday I wanted to have my new friends over for a sleepover. My parents didn't seem to have a problem with it so they let me invite 3 other boys over: Ryan, Scott and Brock. They came over in the early afternoon with all their stuff. We spent the day playing out back and walked to a nearby lake for a swim. Scott was definately not a modest kid, because he swam in his underpants as he forgot to bring swim trunks.
At supper time my mom had ordered in pizzas and after we did the gift opening. I was really pleased with my gifts. Mom and Dad gave me the skateboard that I asked for. My younger brother Brett gave me a lego set. I don't remember what Ryan and Scott gave me, but I'll never forget what Brock's gift was. It was a paddle ball set. You know the big paddle with a ball attached to the end with an elastic. Even my dad remarked of what this could be useful for...
In the evening we set up our sleeping bags in the tv room. Mom had rented us some videos, so we changed into our pjs and started watching them. I didn't have any normal pjs, beacuse I just slept in my underwear, but because my friends were around I got a pair of thin shorts and changed into them. By the time I got back from my room, Ryan, Scott and Brock had already changed. Deep down I was kind of hoping to see what kind of underwear ther were wearing, but I would never say that. Ryan had hockey pjs on, scott was wearing underpants and a t-shirt, and Brock had on pj tops and boxershorts.
We watched the movies until it got pretty late. Normally I wasn't alout to stay up past about 9 or 9:30. It was almost 10:30 by the time our last movie was finished. Scott and I were prepared to call it a day when my father came down and shut off the tv. Ryan and Scott were still wired however. Somehow they managed to find my old nintendo in the cabinet under the tv set. That thing broke the year before I told them. Regardless, they were intent on setting it up with the hope that I was wrong.
Ryan turned the tv set on as Brock connected the last cable. Scott was in his sleeping bag watching contently. I was sitting on top of my sleeping bag, and was worried the noise would up set my dad. As the nintendo was activated, it did what it normally did and made the tv look like a snow storm, and made a LOUD noise. My heart started to beat quickly when I heard the foot steps of my dad out of bed. I looked at the clock and it was 10:45. He was going to be pissed.
Dad came down and yelled at us to get to sleep. He said that if he was awoken again we would all get lickings. There was a look on Scott's face of fear. Ryan started to move away from the tv to comply, but Brock was intent to have another try at the nintendo. I couldn't believe him so I told him my dad would do it. And you see I knew he would give all of us the spanking even if it was just Brock making the racket.
Brock continued to play around with the tv and nintendo. I kept telling him to go to bed, but the more I said that the more intent he was not to--he was wired. Finally Ryan and I went up and grabbed him for the sake of our own butts. Between the two of us, we managed to get Brock into his sleeping bag, and we got Scott to put his hand over Brock's mouth to muffle his shouting.
Unfourtunately none of it worked. I knew it was a failure when I heard my father's foot steps as he stumbled out of bed. Ryan and I raced back to our sleeping bags, but Scott remianed trying to shut Brock up. I guess he thought that my dad might go back to bed, but I knew we were in for the spanking as soon as I heard him out of bed.
Dad barged into the tv room compalining about all the noise. To him it looked like Scott was to blame, as he was holding Brock's mouth shut. Scott tried to explain, but my dad headed straight for him. He pulled his little white briefs taught and spanked him about 5 times. Scott was upset over the irony that he got spanked for being the best behaved. My dad didn't care, he was just plain angry.
I was called up next, as Scott crawled in to his sleeping bag rubbing his butt. Dad took hold of my shorts and pulled them down, leaving me in my pale blue briefs. That was embarrasment enough, I think Brock had the nerve to chuckle at my childish underwear. I was spanked about nine times, cried, and then staggered back to my sleeping bag tring to pull my shorts back up.
Then it was Ryan's turn. Dad pulled his pj bottoms down and he got about 20 spanks over his thin grey haines briefss. Then he returned to his bed in tears.
Finally, Brock was called up. Dad pulled down Brock's boxershorts to reveal his bare butt. Surprised, my dad said something like "where the hell are your underpants boy?" Brock explained that the shorts were his underwear. Dad didn't seem to care because he administered about 15 spanks to Brock's bare butt. We were all watching and could see the red marks on his butt. My dad said something like "serves you right for not wearing proper underwear".
My dad told us that he expected it to be absolutely quite from now on. To make this point clear he told us that Brock's gift would be felt by all of us. I was confused at first but then I figured it out--a paddling. He hauled us all out of bed, stripped us to our underpants (or bare for Brock) and lined us up against the wall. He took the paddle and gave us each 5 strokes, then another 5, then another 5. The final set was agonizing. For Brock, however he was bawling after the first set.