Sitting in the car I waited and waited, but no sign of Joey. The twelve year old was not one who was late or his after school fun, so I wondered what ws keeping him.
I was about to get out and go find him when I saw him come around the far corner of the school. His black, page boy, cut hair flowed back with the speed of his run to the car. My heart rose with a smile when his grin and wave signaled he'd seen me. The twinkle in his dark, doe like eyes, greeted me. I was agin struck by how lucky I was to be friends with this darling young man.
He was dressed in tight sky blue cotton shorts, aa red striped tee-shirt and the tennis shoes I'd bought him during the last summer. At 4'8" and 80 lbs, he was perfectly built for an active young boy. Built with thin waist, wide shoulders, flat stomach, and coltish legs, he gave off the appearance of a boy just short of puberty. His face was high cheek bones, full lips, and perfect upturned button nose. His skin was that Mediterranean olive brown which showed his spanish background. He had the most spankable rear I'd ever known. He also posessed a penis of amazing beauty and vigor. 4 and a half inches long when erect, we'd measured [from pubis to tip], ivory colored shaft and braonish red tip, circumcised, it waited for any stimuation it could geet. Joey loved to spanked, bare bottom over the knee, then mastrubated or sucked to full, bucking, dry orgasm.
Joey an I met when he was nine and joined my boxing club. He been doing badly in school and at hime. His mother, at wits end, asked me if I'd discipline him for her. I gave him a naughty boy spanking: pants and underwear around his ankles, over my knee. I used my hand and asked him how many spanks he though he needed.
We agreed he should get twice his age. I undid his jeans, hooked my fingers into them and his blue dot waistbanded Penney's boy's briefs and took them down to his ankles. I moved him towards my lap and he took the little boy gets a spanking position without any further aid from me. I rested my hand on his pcream colored buttocks. They were as long as they were wide, a full round bottom, the size of half a kickball. My hand fit pretty much across both of them so I spanked him using the crack of his ass as a target. The boy tighed his butt when he felt my hand rise. He soon had a pick hand print on his back side.
We both were in for a big surpirse during this first spanking. He because I did not beat the _s_h_i_t_ out of him, me because when I stood him up after his ten spanks, was greeted by a very hard young boy penis.
Joey made no attempt to pull his pants up, but just rubbed his slightly warm behind.
"You get more spankings if you continue to be a naughty boy: Not minding your mother, not doing your school work, picking on your younger brother or doing your chores at home. Understand?" I asked him
He did, more than I could have guessed at that moment. "Promise?" He replied, clearing noticing my gaze at his hard ivory wand, bobbing slighting to the beat of his heart.
I looked at him for a second. Then I reached out with my thumb and forefinger and took a hold of his boyhood, just below the glans. "May I?" I asked, slowly stroking his shaft flesh over the corona of his glans.
Joey's eye's rolled up in his head and he thrust forwards with his hips. He said nothing and I let go. His look was one which told me not to stop, but we were now in the middle of the game. He just stood there, boner pointing out from his smooth young mid-section. Me, I hand my hand out just a 16th of an inch from where it had just been.
"Well?" I repeated, "Do you want to be tickled there?"
Joey knew the game, it has always intrigued me how boys know the power of _s_e_x_ and how to use it. He knew if he said yes, then I had the power, if I just went ahead and stroked him with his not having said yes, then he had the power. We each held our position for what seemed like hours, but was really ten seconds. Joey used all his boy wisdom and said, "I don't care."
No consent, but not a refusal either...ball in my court. "Well little guy its like this. You just got a spanking for being naughty. Now having your penis tickled would feel pretty good, like a reward. Should I reward you for being naughty?" Ball back in his court.
He thought about it. "I guess not." He bent and started to pull up his pants. Obviously he was disappointed. Me I was wondering when he'd played before.
"Tell you what. I'll tickle you now, but you have to be good for a week." I offered.
"A week? " He thought about it then countered, "How about two days?"
"Three." I returned and took his rigid member in hand.
"Okay." He smiled, strightened up and moved close to put his arm on my shouder for support.
That was how we started, Since then he and I worked out he gets a spanking whenever he is good. I also introducted him to the joys of being sucked rater than just tickled, and now he has choices when he's good.
Joey reaches the car, opens the door with a big smile. He hops on the front seat with both knees, bents over and give me a kiss on the cheek and grins as he says.: "I've beeen very good today."