"Be quiet!" I said. "you're getting a spanking whethis you like it or not. You can't use words like that." I sat down on his bed. "This is going to be bare bottomed for you young man." I put both my hands on his sholders and set his over my legs.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he pleaded as I gently slid his elastic waisted jeans down to his ankles.
"Be quiet or you'll get extra," I said as I slid his thin cotton underwear down to his knees. he started crying a little, but I ignored him. I raised my hand a foot over his rear end and slapped his upper bottom hard. He cried louder. I slapped his again, harder this time, making him cry even harder. Again my hand smacked his perfect ass. I smacked him again, his bottom began to pinken up a little. I waited five seconds then smacked his butt with all by strength, he was crying hard now, but that didn't stop me from slapping him a sixth time. Then the seventh, his little bottom was becoming bright red. SMACK, the eighth slap was delivered vertically, stinging his little puckered asshole, making his sqiurm a little. The ninth hard spanking was placed on his lower bottom, making him cry harder. The tenth slap lander on his lower back. Next I slapped him right on the middle of his red bottom twice. The thirteenth made him yelp and he kicked the side of my right leg as he cried. That resulted in me pulling both his legs under my thigh, making his anus clearly visible, then me smacking his hard on his inner bottom three times. Then, still holding his legs, I smacked his asshole as hard as I could. That must've really stung because he screamed as soon as the impact was delivered. I let his legs go and smacked him the eighteenth time. The last two landed on his rosy colored bottom, then I helped his back on his feet. He stood in front of me, tears running down his face as I pulled his underwear and jeans back up. he didn't take his spanking well, I thought, but then again I guessed there weren't that many seven year old boys who could take twenty bare bottom smacks without whining about it.
"Jimmy, I told you that you were getting two spankings today and I'm not going back on it." I told him. "Tonight you're getting another spanking, and if you ever say that word again I'm gonna use the mirror." The mirror I was reffering to was a thick wooden oval-shaped hand held mirror that I had only used on him once before. I knew how much he feared that mirror ever since the time I last used it on his. It was when he threw a rock at his sister when he was six, and his sister, susie, was only four. His bottom was sore for two days after the evening I used it on him.
Later that night...
I had just given Jimmy a bath and gotten him into his pajamas. he wears the kind of pajamas that have a flap in the back with buttons. He was in a cheerful mood, and was ready for bed. It was 7:50. I really didn't want to give him a spanking, but I knew what had to be done. After I put Susan, his younger sister, to bed I read Jimmy a bedtime story I reminded him of what I had told him earlier.
"But I haven't said the word since then," he said in the sweetest voice should could use.
"I'm not going back on my word," I said calmly but sternly. I sat down on his bed. I picked him up under his arms and draped his across my legs. I then unbuttoned the back flap on his pajamas reveling his bare bottom (he never wears his underwear under his pajamas). his bottom was still rather pink from the spanking he had gotten earlier.
"I'll only give you ten this time," I said.
Then he said the word I had warned his not to say.
"Jimmy!" I said raising my voice "I've warned you about that."
He said it again.
"This calls for something extra." I said.
"What?" he asked, trying to sound tough.
"You'll find out after I'm done spanking you with my hand."
I slapped his bottom hard, causing his to cry out. I smacked him again, then again harder. He managed to keep from crying until the fourth slap, then he burst into tears. I slapped his little rear end six more times, reattaining its rosy pink color.
"Get up," I told him. Jimmy stood up, still crying. "Stay here," I told him. I walked to the bathroom where the mirror was kept. When he saw it he started crying even harder. "Stand up strait," I told him. "Now touch your toes." I told his. he did as he was told. I watched the crack in his behind vanish into his puckered brown anus. "Brace yourself," I told him. I decided five would be enough for him. I drew the mirror back as far as I could, then hit his little bottom with it, making a defening slapping sound. He cried harder and almost lost his balance. The second hard smack hit his lower bottom. Then the third. By the fifth he was crying so hard he was going to fall down. I told his to be quiet and go to bed. I tucked him in.