This story was inspired by a photo ad someone had posted on the web. I don't remember what the ad was selling, but I do remeber the two cute little guys and the frog they so proudly held. I was reminded of time in my own childhild when I'd engaged in some childish activity which I thought was great: pud castles, exploration away from parental supervision, hunting berries and guppies, all which earn me a trip across a parent's knee, pants down, with the stick and worse after. First thought was to do it like might have happened with my family, which would have ended with me red bottom, hurting and maybe diapered for the day, even infront of friends. But then I thought, how about doing it like I would have with my own boys when their mother was on the rampage about their acting like boys? So...
"TAYLOR? SAM? TAYLOR? SAM? TAYLOR CHRISTOPHER LWEIS GET IN HERE NOW?" Hollered Mrs. Lewis. The boys, 10 year old Taylor and his best friend, 9 year old Sam Thomas, had left the yard and gone off where Mrs. Lewis could not keep an eye on them. besides that they had a birthday party to go to at 3pm and it was 1:30pm already.
Red headed Taylor, plaid long sleeve shirt, sleeves rolled up, blue zip front levie's, PF flyer tennies, stood proudly holding the captured quarry.
"Thats got to be the biggest frog anybody ever saw." Stated Taylor's blond headed young friend Sam. Sam's red baseball cap was turned slightly to the side, not as a fashion statement, but because the chase for the now placid creature in Taylor's hands, had knocked it askew. His gray long sleeve sweat shirt was stained and hung down alomst to the middle of his levi's fly zipper. He held the net and his arm rested on his comrade's shoulder, "boy the guys were going to sure be jealous of this catch." Sam thought.
Then they heard Taylor's mom. "She sounds pissed?" Taylor said, turning back towards the path they followed the frog down.
Sam couldn't help but shutter. He and Taylor had both had their pants and underwaer taken down my Taylor's mom, his to for that matter, and been given hard bare bottom spankings in front of each other. He really hated that Mrs. Lewis made them lap over her knees like little babies when she spanked them, not bend over a chair or bed like his mom and dad did. He hoped she was spanking pissed.
The boys ran back to Taylor's as fast as they could with the frog in tow. As they appeared in the Lweis' back yard they both saw Mrs. Lewis, hands on hips, not a good sign, standing on the back porch. They also saw Mr. Lewis drive up the Lewis's driveway.
Taylor knew by the look in his mom's eyes that he was in big trouble. When he saw his dad drive up, visions of the stick, his naked rear end and good deal of grief came to mind. His prize frog was forgotten in his hand and he felt Sam moving up next to him to face the angry woman, her husband and whatever else may follow. It was great to have a friend who stood with you through thick and thin, but Taylor felt bad that Sam might get spanked to. Their parents had given each other permission to spank whenever it was necessary.
"And what do you boys mean by leaveing the yard, getting all wet and not coming when I call?" She gave them no time to answer. "You know you are expected at Billy Johnson's in no time at all and now we'll be late. I'm going to blister your bottoms good. Now get into the house and get your cloths off so we can clean you up." She ordered.
Mr. Lewis had walked up and heard his wife's tirade. His eye's went from the boys to their catch. Without his wife seeing it he smiled. "You two put that creature in that old rain barrel, where it won't get lost, then get behinds up to the beroom, I'll be there shortly."
The boy's scrambled to do Mr. Lweis's bidding. Taylor knew his father could really spank when you'd earned it. Sam had never been spanked by the big man but could only imagine. Taylor had told him about the stick and how Mr. Lewis could make a butt feeling like it was on fire.
Mr. and Mrs. Lewis were talking when the boys returned from the garage where they'd deposited the frog. They both knew they were going to sit funny at the birthday party and all the other boys would know they got spanked.
No sooner than they get to Taylor's bedroom and gotten their shoes and socks off, than Mr. Lewis, stick in hand, entered the room. "Come here Taylor." Mr. Lewis ordered and Taylor mummy walked to him, fearing the worse.
Mr. Lewis leaned down and whispered in his son's earn as he reach for the snap on the boy's jeans. "Yell alot and make it good for your mom, she doesn't understand frogs."
Sam could hear what Mr. Lewis had said, but the look on Taylor's face shook him up. Normally Taylor was braver than brave when it came to getting spanked or given punishment, but his face showed nothing but real confusion. Sam watched as Mr. Lewis undid his son's jeans and tugged them down, ordering the boy to step out of them. Sam watched Taylor's Penny's boys briefs be pulled down and off his feet. Sam tried not to loo at Taylor's weenie or bottom, but the inch and half, upturned bullet, red/purple head, with the ring of flesh around it and the full round bottm aout to be turned the color of the tip of Taylor's dick was too much for his not to look at and think of his own soon to be bared "private" parts.
It always fasinated the boys how their dicks were different. They were both "cut", circumsomething, they'd been told my Robby Willson, who had a snout a skin hiding his dick head; he hadn't been cut. The though caused Sam's hand to go to his groin involuntarily.
Taylor was now naked and standing where his father had place him next to the bed. Sam saw Mr. Taylor pull Taylor's leather seated chair over to he and Taylor and Sam knew it was going to be over the knee for he and Taylor.
sam couldn't help the tears coming to his eyes. He'd not make a sound while being given the hardest spanking, but the tears always ran. He was then confused by Mr. Taylo sitting on the bed and pulling Taylor across his lap, leaving the chair right next to Talyor's upturned naked rear end. "What?" Sam thought as Mr. Lewis picked up the stick and rested in across his son's bared little rear.
Sam could see the stick was about two feet long and an inch or so thick. He bet it really stung when it spanked. He watched it rise up over Taylor's naked ass and struggled to keep from closinig his eyes as Mr. Lewis raised the stick high and brought it down with a terrible, loud, snapping crash on the seat of...
The chair. The stick loud noise, followed by Taylor's OOOWWWW, doubly confused Sam. What was going on? Why was Taylor yelling and why was Mr. Lewis hitting the chair. Tayloe had told Sam about the two times Mr. Lewis had stick spanked him and both times Taylor had showed Sam the red marks all over his butt, what was going on?
The stick rose and fell with loud smacks, Taylor howled and sam stood amazed. After ten of so strokes on the chair Mr. Lewis lightly and quickly spanked Taylor's naked rear from top to wear the leg touched the bottom, but not hard and Sam could see Taylor was smiling.
Taylor stood up and did a wonderful naughty boy dance, hands rubbing his barely warm behind, owwing loudly and grinning like the cfat who got the canary.
Mr. Lewis looked at Sam. "Come on Sam, make it sound good like Taylor, otherwise the Misses won't think I've done the job."
Sam looked at Taylor, who'd turned to show the light spanks had given his bottm few red strips, enough that at a quick glance looked like the result of a good spanking. Sam then understood and happily placed himself in position for a "real" good spanking.