NOTE: This story is false. It is about true events but with a twist. Certain details have been changed. No names will be used. It is about my own inner feelings. I hope you enjoy.
While standing there watching the Junior Varsity basketball game at my high school alma mater I notice him. He is the little brother of one of the boys on the team which somehow got him the job as team manager. This meant he was supposed to be around to get the players water when they came out of the game or during timeouts. He was also supposed to pick up the balls after warmups and halftime were over.
He was young, probably around 8 or 9 years old. He had brown hair. He was about average height I figured. He always seemed to do a reasonably good job during the game but after the game was over, when he was left to his own, to do what he wanted he ran around the gym basically just getting in the way of people as they went from their seats to the concession stand or to the bathroom. I also noticed him beckoning to other children who were sitting quietly in the stands to come down and when they didn't want to come he would bait them until they abided by his wishes.
There was one more thing that I noticed about this boy. His bottom was what I would refer to as "spankable". There were times when it was easier for me to notice this than others. Sometimes he was wearing shorts, they were usually baggy and didn't define his bottom very well. Other times he was wearing pants or jeans and then I could definitely see it.
On one particular evening this boy had finished his duties and was once again tearing around the gym basically getting in the way and bothering people. I can't say exactly how many people told this kid to sit down and stop running around. He didn't do it. Finally in one of his tears around the gym he ran head long into me. I caught him but I didn't let him go right away.
He instantly took an attitude with me, "Let me go." He said. "In a minute." I paused. "Right after I find your parents."
The boy began to beg and plead with me not to take him to his parents. I looked down at him and could see he was really scared about going to his parents. "What will they do?" I asked him. He put his head down and I put my hand under his chin, pulling his head back up to look at me. "Come out here with me a minute." When he agreed I released my grip on his arm and he followed me into the hallway behind the gym.
"Now answer my question. We're alone." I said. The boy looked down for a minute and then looked up and said, "I'd get a really bad whippin'." He started to cry.
"Your parents spank you?" I said questioning. "Yes sir if you went to my dad he'd take his belt to my bare bottom." In the back of my mind I think 'Maybe he needs that.' But I can see the boy is really terrified of this happening. "So what do you think I should do then instead of going to your parents?" I ask innocently.
The boy puts his head down and begins to rub his forehead and then looks up, "you could spank me sir." He suggested. This intrigued me and I began to rub my forehead as I thought about this. "Well you couldn't tell your parents that I did or I might get in trouble."
The boy looked up and said, "I promise sir I wouldn't tell. Please, please just spank me yourself and don't tell my parents." He begged. Finally I gave in, "ok let's go son." I put my hand on his shoulder and he looked up at me. "Why can't we do it right here?"
"Anybody could come out here either from the gym or from the locker room over there and you wouldn't want them to see you getting spanked. Would you?" The boy thought and nodded in agreement. "Where can we go then?" He asked.
"I'll take you in the bathroom. Let's go." I said. We walked down the hallway and out the double doors and turned left and headed for the men's restroom. I took the boy inside and made sure that nobody else was in there. "Go in the stall over there." I pointed. The boy obeyed. I think he was afraid to do anything but what I told him, for fear I'd spank him more.
I followed him into the stall and sat down on the toilet with the lid down. The boy stood in front of me with his hands behind his back. I reached out and unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down. The boy didn't seem to object. He was just happy that I hadn't turned him over to his father.
I tugged at the side of his jeans and they fell to rest on his shoe tops. When I reached for his underwear he balked a little. "Why do you have to take them down?" He asked innocently. "Well I'm not punishing your underwear now am I." I said. He took his hands away and started to softly cry. I lowered his underwear and pulled them down to rest on top of his jeans. I then took his arm and guided him to my right side and then over my lap. I used my left arm over top of his torso to hold him in place and put my right hand on his now naked bottom.
I let my hand rest to let him get used to it's weight while I rub his neck. I then begin, SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK
The little boy squirms against my arm and starts to cry harder. I just begin to spank harder SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK his bottom is pink under my hand. He starts to cry harder yet and beg for me to stop. "Please I promise I'll be good from now on."
I continue to spank him. SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK before long though he made another promise to be good and I knew that this one was good. I turned him up and sat him on my lap and comforted him. "I'm sure you are a very good little boy. But when you run around the gym you don't appear to be." He nodded his head in agreement. When he had stopped crying I set him down on his feet and pulled his undies up and then pulled his jeans back up too. "Now don't let me find you disobeying again young man."
We walked out of the bathroom together but I quickly parted ways with him so things did not look suspicious. I didn't have any more problems with the young man...... That season.
The End.