This is my first story of this type. I would like to write some more, or continuations to this one, but I need some help from you. Please send me feedback, story suggestions, or suggestions for the continuation of this story. Thanks, and enjoy!
Aaron and Jimmy were having a grand time. Aaron had discovered a giant pile of tree stumps and branches in the woods behind his house- remainders from a local logging company's work. There was even a pond (or rather, a large puddle) beside of it. The perfect playground for a boy!
Aaron went over to "play" at Jimmy's, and then asked Jimmy's mother if they could go back and play soldiers at his house- Aaron did have the best guns, after all. Jimmy was delighted to see the other boy. Being a year younger than Aaron, Jimmy looked up to his eleven-year-old friend, and would follow him anywhere. This worked out well, as Aaron was a natural leader. In many ways the boys were complete opposites. Jimmy was fair- complexioned, with sandy blond hair and deep blue eyes. Aaron, on the other hand, was a small boy with a light olive tan, curly black hair and a swimmer's body, with just a touch of baby-fat remaining. They both, however, loved getting into mischief in each other's company.
Jimmy knew, as soon as he heard his friend ask, that he would be allowed to go. Aaron always got his way. When he looked at you with his mournful brown eyes, and he flashed his dimples, he was irresistible. "I promise we will be good, Mrs. Webster," Aaron said. "You boys go have fun, but be home by 5, Jimmy," she admonished as she watched them trot down the dirt road in their little bare feet, headed towards Aaron's house.
"C'mon Jimmy," Aaron cried as soon as they were out of sight from the grown-up's watchful eyes. "I have something to show you!"
Jimmy's eyes lit up as he saw the wonderful spot that Aaron had found. He was walking around the pond looking at things, when Aaron jumped on him- there were soon two happy little boys wrestling in the murky water. Two hours later found the boys covered head to toe in mud. There was a battle ensuing for control of the tree mound; though none but a boy could determine who was winning, they were both having a blast. "Gotcha!" Jimmy cried gleefully as he pelted his friend with a fistful of mud. "No fair!" cried Aaron, "I slipped on that branch!" Jimmy clambered to the top of the pile and yelled, "I WIN!" with the certainty of a child making up the rules as he goes. Aaron picked himself up slowly, subtly gathering a fistful of mud to renew the conflict, when a voice boomed out. "Aaron Singer! Jimmy! You boys get down from there! NOW!"
Unbeknownst to Aaron, his mother had been called away to deal with an emergency at work. Mrs. Singer had asked Brian, Aaron's 26-year-old cousin to watch him. Brian did not mind helping his aunt with this at all; he was ready for a break from his studies and was quite fond of the little scamp. Brian used to live quite close to the Singer's, but they had moved away when Aaron was a child. Aaron's mother invited Brian to go out to dinner with them when she got back, and asked him to have her boy ready to leave in a couple of hours. When Brian learned, upon telephoning Mrs. Webster, that the boys were not at her house, and that she thought they were at Aaron's house, Brian went looking for them. He was not worried, as there was not too much danger for the boys in their secluded country setting, but he was a little annoyed. Aaron knew that he had the run of the woods, but he was supposed to check in and tell a grown-up where he was going to be.
Brian headed down the dirt path towards Jimmy's house, and a few minutes later heard the faint sound of boy's voices. Following his ear, he broke off the path and headed into the bramble, until he came upon the scene where the two adolescent boys were playing. His annoyance turned to alarm when he saw the environment the boy's were playing in, and he quickly called them down.
The two mud rats looked up from their play, shocked out of their jubilant reverie by this intrusion from the grown-up world. At the look of worry and anger on Brian's face, they quickly scrambled down from their perches, and hurried over to him. "Hi Brian, we were just having some fun" Aaron remarked, flashing his winningest smile. "We weren't doing anything wrong," he continued a little less confidently. "Nothing wrong?!? You are both out here, covered in mud, playing on slimy logs where either one of you could have slipped and broken a bone, or cut your feet to pieces! Not to mention that this little playground of yours," Brian continued forcefully, "is like as not the home of a copperhead or two. You know that this is snake season, Aaron. You know better!" Brian shifted his gaze to Jimmy, "And you should have known better too! Your mother was worried sick when I told her you weren't at the house. You may be a little younger than Aaron here, but that does not excuse you from thinking when you are with him." With a sigh Brian said, "Come on fellas, lets go get cleaned up. We'll deal with this later."
When they got back to the house, Brian had the boys spray each other off with the water hose while he went in to call Jimmy's mother, and tell her they were all right. When he got back outside he saw that the youngsters had finished spraying off and were clean- well, clean for boys, that is. Out of their sight, he watched the boys for a few minutes, and could not help but smile. Both had shed their T-shirts, and were lying beside each other on the deck, drying. They were earnestly talking to each other, it sounded like they were planning their defense. Truth be told, Brian did not really want to punish them. He knew that, at their age, he would have likely joined in the fun. He also knew, and had been reminded by Mrs. Webster, that he had a duty to act the responsible adult, and had been given leave to punish Jimmy along with Aaron.
When Brian walked over, they both sat up, with their hair was plastered to the sides of their faces and paths of muddy water running down the sides of their faces. He pulled a large white bucket from under the steps, and sat down on it in front of the boys, so that he was at eye level with them as they sat on the porch. Immediately both boys broke into their planned alibi, "We just went over there to look at the tadpoles and...."
"Aaron pushed me in and...."
"....Jimmy slipped and I was helping...." they said over top of each other, fidgeting a bit. "Enough boys, I saw what you were doing. You both know that you can't run off without telling an adult where you are. You also know that you shouldn't have been playing there. I am afraid you are both going to get a spanking." Two little jaws dropped, and four eyes got big. "I'm too old for a spanking! We won't do it again!"
"It was Aaron's fault! You can't spank me!"
"That's enough. Neither of you is too big to fit across my lap, and afterwards you will most certainly not think about doing that again," Brian told Aaron, "and your mother gave me permission to warm your bottom, Jimmy. Now, who is first?" Both boys shifted back a little, and looked at each other. "Aaron, since you are the oldest, it is only fitting that you should start the show. Come here please." Aaron sidled over to Brian. He shook slightly as his cousin took him by the shoulders and gently pulled him a little closed in front of him. "Aaron, you are the oldest. I expect you to know enough to keep out of trouble. You know I love you, but you must learn to think before you act. My dad told me that there is one way to reach a boy's brain, when his ears aren't working- give the lesson here," Brian said as he moved his left hand down to lightly pat the seat of the child's still damp shorts. "I hope I don't have to do this again."
Brian pulled Aaron around to his right side and used his left arm to bend the boy over his lap. Then he put his right hand on the boy's behind and pushed him into a better position, so that his feet were hanging off the ground and his bottom was resting on Brian's right thigh. The edge of Aaron's white briefs were barely visible above the elastic waistband of his shorts. "Jimmy's mother said he receives his spankings on the bare bottom, and so will you," Brian said. At these words Jimmy's face turned beet red, and he squirmed in his seat. Aaron whipped his head around to look at Brian, and lifted himself up a little against the pressure Brian's left hand was placing on his back. "Please Brian, I am too old for you to see me naked!" he pleaded, as a tear started rolling down his cheek. "Heh, I've bathed you, and wiped your bottom, since you were born," Brian said. At this, Aaron blushed some and put his head back down. Brian shifted the boy a little until he was comfortable across his lap. Then he slipped his hand under the waistband of the shorts, and slowly lifted them and pushed them down, until they slid off the boy's feet and landed in a puddle on the ground. Aaron's body was then clad only in a pair of white briefs, which had a couple of blue stripes around the top. When he placed his fingers under the waistband of the briefs, Aaron whimpered a little. He firmly pulled this last bit of clothing over the child's bottom and dropped it to join the shorts already below the child's feet. At this, Brian gazed at the sight below him.
Aaron's arms were hanging down beside his head, causing his shoulder muscles to project a little. His soft curly hair ended just below his neckline, and was slicked to his body. Brian eyes followed the boy's gentle spinal indent down the young scoundrel's body, watching as the boy's tan ended abruptly at the mark where his pants had been. Below that line of grime was a lovely expanse of buttery white skin, unblemished as of yet. His pert rear end was so tight in anticipation that his muscles were clearly delineated above the fat, which usually protected them. As Brian moved his right hand to slowly rub the boy's backside, he followed the boy's body the rest of the way, as his leg's dropped off from the still taut bottom. Aaron's thighs were a soft golden color where his shorts usually covered, which faded above his knees into the same tan as his torso. His grimy feet were pointed at the ground, and swayed minutely as his bottom began to loosen under the ministrations of Brian's right hand.
Brian returned his attention to the target at hand. He noted how Aaron's rump was still cool from its time in the water, as compared to the warmth of the boy's back under Brian's left arm. It seemed a pity to spoil the velvety perfection of the child's backside, but Brian raised his hand to do so anyhow.
Smack
Brian tentatively placed his first blow on the boy's right cheek. Aside from a twitch in the boy's rear, there did not seem to be any effect. Brian tried again.
SMACK SMACK SMACK
Brian laid three sharp smacks in the center of Aaron's bottom. The boy let out a slight gasp. Brian tried a couple more spanks on the boy's right cheek. He noticed that as his hand compressed the firm flesh, Aaron's behind would quickly tighten and then relax. After a few times hitting the bottom when it was tense, Brian soon learned that it was less painful on his hand to hit when the boy's backside had relaxed. As he got the technique down, he began alternating cheeks, three spanks and then switch. After a couple minutes of this, Aaron's bottom was quite red and warm to the touch. Aaron had successively gone from whimpering, to crying and thrashing somewhat (an activity curtailed by the tightening of Brian's left arm around Aaron's waist), to lying there and sobbing.
Brian was focused on the job at hand, but at that moment he heard a loud sniffle. He looked up at the boy he had forgotten and saw that Jimmy's eyes were focused on the glowing bottom of his friend, and he had a few tears rolling down his face in sympathy for his buddy, and in expectation of his upcoming punishment. Brian looked down at the child lying across his lap, and decided that the boy had been punished well enough. He rubbed and squeezed the boy's cheeks until the boy realized that his punishment was over. "Up you go, Aaron." He said as he helped the limp boy to his feet, and held him a bit until Aaron got his bearings. "Please go sit, err stand, over there." He said as he pointed to a spot at the bottom of the steps, a little to his right. "It's your turn, champ," He said, extending a hand to Jimmy. The small child, although obviously scared, had a look of grim determination across his face as he got up off the steps and walked over to Brian. Jimmy looked like a man about to step in front of a firing squad- and determined to take it bravely.
Brian, as with Aaron, took Jimmy by the shoulders and pulled him a little closer in front of him. "You heard what I told Aaron, Jimmy. While I don't think you were the one to think up that nonsense back there, you are still responsible for your actions. Is there anything you would like to say?"
"I, I'm sorry we were misbehaving and went off like that and I won't do it again I promise please don't spank me!" the blond haired child burst out in a flood. His hands were clasped behind him, squeezing his bottom defensively. "I'm glad to hear that you are sorry, but we all must accept the consequences of our actions. Maybe next time you will think twice before you rush in where others lead," Brian said, as he wiped at a tear that was slowly sliding down Jimmy's ruddy cheek.
As Brian started to guide the boy over to his right side, he noticed that the blue shorts that Jimmy was wearing did not have elastic in them. He unsnapped the boy's front, and lowered his zipper; as he did so, the shorts fell to the boy's ankles, revealing the boy's tight underpants, with red trim and Mickey Mouse chasing something around Jimmy's thigh. Brian took a second to glance over the youngster. His face still had a trace of baby fat in the cheeks, but the most prominent features were his clear blue eyes, his cute little nose, and his thin red lips. His thin chest had just the faintest bit of detail around his small brown nipples, and his stomach was still protruding slightly, as a child's has want to do until he grows strong enough abdominals.
As Jimmy was making no signs of moving, Brian turned him slightly and placed his left arm around the boy's waist. Deftly grabbing Jimmy's crotch with his right hand, Brian lifted the boy and placed him over his lap, leaving the blue shorts on the ground where the boy had been standing. Wasting no time, Brian slipped his hand under the boy's briefs and slid his hand across the boy's velvety bottom and over his thigh, taking the garment with him until it fell to get caught on the heel of one of the child's feet. As Brian reached down to release the underpants, he noticed how pale the lad's skin was in comparison with the previous occupant of his lap. The sun-exposed areas of his body were a very faint golden color, but the regions that had heretofore been covered were a pristine white- there was even a hint of blue here and there as a vein approached the surface. Brian resumed his sitting position and began rubbing the bottom waiting for him. He noticed there were a few subtle differences between this behind and Aaron's. While the seat Jimmy had previously been occupying had warmed his bottom, there were now pronounced goose bumps as the wind caressed the child's naked body. Additionally, Jimmy's rump was not tense, but had more the feeling of a firm jelly as Brian squeezed it. Done with this analysis, Brian proceeded to apply the practice he had had with Aaron to the waiting rear end before him. He gave a couple hard rubs to each cheek and then....
SMACK SMACK SMACK
....he proceeded to follow the same formula as he had used with Aaron, three spanks per cheek. After about 25 good spanks, Jimmy was wholeheartedly crying, and bellowing his pain to the world. At this point Brian made a new discovery- he happened to hit much lower on the bottom than the area he had previously been attending to. This spot, right where Jimmy's curved bottom merged into the top of his thigh, raised the boy's cries to a new level. Satisfied at having found a more sensitive area, Brian proceeded to shift his focus to this spot for the remainder of the spanking, about a minute longer. When Jimmy's bottom was as red and hot as Aaron's had been, Brian made himself stop. What had started off as an onerous task had somehow become quite exciting. Brian rubbed the young child's behind until the sobbing had died down, then he lifted Jimmy to his feet and situated him beside of Aaron, whose tears had almost stopped by now. Brian sat there, enjoying the sight of the two good-looking, naked children, until Jimmy had calmed down somewhat. "I am very sorry I had to do that guys," Brian said as he used his arms to draw both children towards him, and resumed rubbing their behinds. "I trust that this will not be necessary again?" he said, although a small voice in his head was secretly hoping that it would be necessary. "No sir," Aaron said quietly. "Nooo," Jimmy said, through his choked up throat. "Good," said Brian, as he stood up, reluctantly removing his hands from the twin ovens, with a small slap which made the boys wince. "What do ya' say that we get the two of you dressed and cleaned up now? Then its back home for you Jimmy, Aaron and I need to get ready for dinner."
Brian went inside to get a cool wet washcloth to wipe the boys' faces, while they gingerly started pulling on their clothes. After wiping off Jimmy's face and seeing him started down the path for home, he wiped the drying tear paths from Aaron's face, and let him blow his nose. As he directed the boy inside to get him ready to go, Brian thought to himself, "No, the boys will not be wanting another spanking anytime soon. I, on the other hand, can't wait to try my hand again!"
THE END