it was the usual 4th of July block party and Mike, Charlie and Steven all stood together. They held thier paper plates, with hot dogs, potato salad, chips, pickles and three bean salad in one hand and thier cokes in the other. They were not eating because their hands had to hold thier food. Their problem was two fold, one they were telling each other lies and to sit and put their food down on the table would bare their lies.
The story really started for these nine year olds when they took matches from their houses and began playing with them under the Lands house, which was just being built. They were caught, as naughty little boys often are, because Steven was caught by his mother stealing more matches; he quickly gave up Charlie and Mike
Charlie was the smallest of the three boys, blond and blue eyed, chipmonk cheeks, full lips, slight build with a swimmer's body. His sit down part was now quite hot, red and tender. Charlie's father had taken the boy to the parent's bedroom. There he'd unbelted the boy's jeans, unsnapped them, taken the zipper down, then pulled both jeans and little white cotton briefs to the boy's ankles. Charlie was then laid over his father's lap. Charlie's butt was small, full and round, like a couple of soft balls cut in half laying besides each other. His father's hand easily covered both his son's naked buttocks and Mr. Lee knew how to spank. His hand moved to a new spot after each spank and he allowed his fingers to whip down on the ever reddening little bottom as he spanked. With each slap of his hand on his son's posterior Mr. Lee reminded Charlie of how naughty he'd been. After thirty spanks he stood his crying boy up and waddled him to the corner for some time to reflect on his behavior.
"Boy, my dad really yelled at me. I almost didn't get to come here tonight. But there was no one to sit." Charlie smiled, trying to ignore the fire down below.
The next biggest of the trio was Steven. His striaght brown hair was cut so it parted on the left side of his head. High cheek bones, wide brown eyes and full lips gave him almost a girlish handsomeness. Medium build with a butt that jutted out and up, he was a boy who's build almost begged spanking, or at least a friendly pat on the rear. His mother had not "patted friendly" on his rear when she caught him that afternoon. Steven was pulled by the ear to the main bathroom where he undressed naked, while his mom went for the belt. When she came back Steven was made to turn to the bathtub and bend over with his hands on the tub's edge, legs spread and head down. His mother rested her hand on his lower back and brought the folded, 1' wide, leather belt across the backs of his tights, just where they joined the bottom of his buttocks. It burned like a match and Steven bounced up, only to be pushed back into position for another stroke of the belt. The belt rose, swished and smacked across his buttocks and upper legs again and again, until his mother's arm was tired and Steven's backside was dark red and purple striped from the top of his butt to the middle of his upper leg. Went allowed to stand Steven hopped around with his hands rubbing his burning butt, circumcised weenie semi-erect and bobbing up and down with each gyration. He was then made to walk naked to his bedroom and to lie, face down, on his bed, red well spanked behind on public display.
"Yeah. My mom was p. o.ed and I had to stay in my room till it was time to come. I hate that." Steven chimed in after Charlie reported his situation.
The biggest of the boys, Mike, felt his burning behind twitch as he thought about how he had been taken to his father's desk, in the livingroom. How his father had asked him "Should I pull your pants down and spank you with the stick?" How he had not answered, only nodded the only answer his father was going to accept. Mike could see his father's hands taking down his suspenders, undoing his jeans and pulling them to his ankles, then slipping his underpants down to his knees. Mike had looked out the long livingroom windows to see is ny kids were playing around who could see what was happening, but he couldn't see any. He was then made to waddle to the kitchen to get the stick, 18" long and 3 4"X 3 4" thick heart of redwood. He'd brought the stck back to his dad and then assumed the position, over his dad's knees for his spanking. His dad rested the cold hard stik on the middle of Mike's large bottom, wider than long, yet full and ready to be spanked from cream to red. Mike had short butch cut little brown hair, roundish face with grey green eyes. He struggled to try and keep the stick from making good contact with his naked behind but his father had long experience with his naughty little bottom and the stick rose and fell to stripe Mike's butt from thigh to back. Fleshy cheeks quivering with each stroke of the stick across them. When his father had turned his whole butt into a burning torment he was stood up and allowed to do his naughty boy dance, two icher flopping, hands rubbing, butt burning. "Diapers all day tomorrow to." He father had finished, not wanting Mike to have the padding that night to hide he'd been spanked from the neighbors at the party.
"I had to spend time in my room to." Mike said, wondering how he was going top eat without sitting down, angry he'd been spanked when his friend got off so light.