Taking a break from the Spanked in the Boys Home series, I wanted to something different.
"Josh" was 12. His parents were divorced and he stayed with his mom in a low-income apartment complex. His mom was on disability and stayed at home smoking all day, watching soap operas. Josh wouldn't have known fun weekends had it not been for my mentoring him. We had known each other more than a year. In that time, I had taken him to more movies and other activities than I could count. This weekend, I invited him to make an out of state trip to the college I attended.
Josh was not the best looking kid but he wasn't bad. If you've seen the movie "Slingshot," the kid who played Roland in that reminds me of Josh. Brown, wavy hair, brown eyes, not fat, not thin, just right. Like the kid's in the movie, Josh had long, well-toned, hairless legs that went up to his butt, and his butt sat kind of in the middle of his hips. I know these last details because of the story I am about to relate.
I promised the boy I would buy him a school shirt if we made it in time, but we were too late. He kept talking about how he wished we could have made it, and I reminded him he should be grateful we made it at all. Later that night, we were watching a show and he called an ice-skater a fag. I told him he shouldn't say that unless he knew for sure, and even then it wasn't polite. He just laughed at me. Later, he did something else that made me mad, and again he just kind of laughed when I corrected him. I was way beyond irritated at that point.
I finally, firmly grabbed hold of his arm and pulled him close, saying, "Look, Josh, I've had about enough of your mouth, and you laughing at me every time I correct you. Now, you have a choice. You can lose the privilege of swimming at the hotel tonight or you can take a spanking. Which is it?"
Shocked at the turn of events, Josh thought for a minute and then asked, "How many licks will I get?"
I looked at him and answered, "Josh, I have known you a long time. You deserve a spanking. By my definition, a spanking means I will bend you over my knees and spank your bare bottom until I am satisfied you have had enough. That's it. No negotiation. The only reason you are getting a choice is you aren't my son. Were you my son, I would already be blistering your ass. I have known you for more than a year now. You deserve this and you know you've needed a father to do it. You can choose not to but that will affect our relationship somewhat because I have done so much for you. You should respect me as you would a father because that's what I've tried to be to you, but the choice is yours. What's it going to be?"
Josh was quiet....thinking. Finally, he said, "Okay, if you think that's what I deserve, I'll take it." After that, there weren't many more words spoken.
We returned to the hotel and went to our room. "Josh," I spoke firmly, "Since we're going swimming when this is all over, strip to your underpants. Then come here."
Silently, head bowed, Josh did what I asked him. I was already seated at the desk chair, perched on the edge so that he could easily go over my lap.
Josh approached me and lied down over my lap. He had positioned himself well. There was only one thing he forgot. I placed my thumb in one side of his underwear and lowered that side down, then the other, and finally pushed his underwear all the way down.
His pert bottom was sticking up, bare, white skin. Very firmly, I brought my hand down on his bottom hard: SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Top, Middle, Bottom, Left-side, Right-side, over and over. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Josh's bottom was turning red, he was beginning to squirm and cry, but no real resistance was offered. He knew his punishment was just.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Josh was really crying now. His bottom growing ever redder. I spanked him for what seemed like a good two or three minutes. When I was done, he stood up, sobbing, and pulled up his underwear. Changing in the rest room, he came out in his swimming suit.
Still stammering, "Can we go swimming now?" he asked.
"Yes," I said. Approaching him, the same hand that just spanked his butt, now reached out to hug him.
"I'm sorry," he said.