Hand Spanking a Teenage Thief
I don't know what made me wake up, and I'll never know how I lucked out and caught him. But at the time I was angry and scared, and when I heard the noises it was three in the morning and so I don't know what I was thinking. But afterward, after I caught him, well after that he was too tempting and I took the opportunity and went with it and it is now one of those great memories I cherish.
When I had heard the noises I had grabbed my gun to investigate...a stupid thing perhaps but where I live it's not that uncommon of a reaction. I slipped outside as quiet as I could, and then as I came around to the shed in the dark I bumped into one of my metal trashcans. _s_h_i_t_! Two teenagers took off on a dead run, my big red toolkit in one of their hands. I heard more noises inside my shed, from a third youth who was apparently still inside, tripping over my junk and lawnmower as he desperately tried to get out. He never made it. I slammed closed my shed door and dropped the latch, and then I chased the other two but they were moving fast and had the head start. I could see them running ahead of me and they were fast. The pair reached the safety of their truck and literally tossed my toolkit in the bed and jumped inside. I was running hard after them, but before I could get there I heard the truck start and after that I knew I couldn't catch them. I was about fifteen feet from the truck when the wheels were peeling out. I drew the gun but hesitated...I couldn't shoot some kids, even if they were ripping me off and I was smart enough to realize it. I watched their truck disappear down my street with my tool chest visible in the back. I cussed at myself....I hadn't caught the license and I had had the opportunity.
Oh well, I had my cell in my pocket and almost called 911. I don't know what stopped me, but for some reason I decided to go back to the shed first, and see what I could learn from the kid inside. When I reached it I jerked back the latch and shined my flashlight on the youth that hadn't gotten away. Caught. Red handed, my shop tool chest already out of the shed and gone with his friends. He was standing there with a huge sack of my _s_h_i_t_ at his feet. My outboard motor had been moved from its normal rack and was laying just inside the door. His intentions were pretty obvious, and I had no doubt that he would have taken my outboard motor and the rest of the _s_h_i_t_ in there too if he had had just a few more minutes. In fact, it was only by shear luck that I had stopped them from getting everything. The boy knew he was caught. The look on his face said it all....the flashlight beam catching him square in the face and the startled look of the boy squinting back at me is something I'll never forget.
I asked him his name and he said "ah....Joe.....Joe Smith." I almost laughed and I knew as soon as he said it that he was lying. He sure was young looking. He looked away when he spoke, and his face was flushed pink, his cheeks bright red the way they get on a teenager when he just starts to shave. I gave him the choice....throw me his wallet or wait for the cops. Either way I was gonna learn his name. I showed him the cell phone and I saw his mind working when he realized I was dead serious. I was blocking the shed door and then I saw his eyes catch the gun and I knew he was scared. I didn't need the gun, but it was serving a purpose and he was scared _s_h_i_t_less. I'm a big enough man to handle him if I had too but I kept it out so he could see it. He was jelly as he looked at it and I could see he was petrified.
I said it again: "Wallet...or the Cops? Either I deal with your parents or you deal with the police and then THEY deal with your parents. Those tools your friends just stole are expensive. Grand theft....five years? Ten? I'd make the smart choice and toss the wallet, but maybe your not that smart? So....what's it gonna be?"
He looked at me, defeated, and then he took out his wallet and tossed it. I opened it up and his driver's license was the first thing I saw, along with his student ID card from the local high school. I almost laughed at the four dollars inside. The boy had a condom stashed in the fold, and I pulled it out and when I showed it to him his face flushed scarlet. He shrugged his shoulders, looked down, in shame. I had to laugh then. I asked "You _f_u_c_k_ed her yet?"
He looked back, and shook his head no. Then he said "No...ah..no sir....I'm..I'm a virgin." I could see his look....the hesitation, and then he spoke: "I'm sorry...I was.....oh please man.....don't call anybody. I'm just a kid. I'll make it up to you somehow.... please mister! I'll get your tools back...I swear!"
Aaron Lambie. Eighteen. Barely eighteen at that. Hell, he had just had his birthday, not two days before. High school senior. The picture of the girl in his wallet was nice, the boy hoping for his _f_u_c_k_ all dressed up in a tux and the girl in a formal, the two poised at some dance. He was dressed in jeans now, his black t-shirt soiled and two spots of wetness under his pits. His blond hair and blue eyes were sharp and bright, and he had a wisp of hair across his upper lip. I could see him, his expression just so cute as he realized I had his name and address from the license.
I said: "So...Aaron. We have a dilemma. If I call the cops the minimum you get is a record, do some community service, and deal with your parents. That's the best case for you, and it could get worse I suppose if you get the wrong judge. Too bad you just had your birthday. At eighteen the law says you're an adult, and that means this is a big deal. You could end up in prison, and in fact you would be lucky to not do at least some jail time. Now, if I don't call the cops but instead just call your parents, depending on what kind of folks you have, you get in trouble, maybe get grounded, and nothing much happens. Smart choice...giving me your wallet....cept...well except that that's not good enough for me. So, I'm inclined to do both...call the cops and your parents. You need to be taught a lesson even though I hate giving you a police record. Besides, I want my tools back. So, what do you think I should do?"
The boy looked at me, and I saw his Adams apple bob up and down as the youth swallowed. Then he said: "Please, don't call the cops. I'm.....I'm on probation....I shoplifted a while back and it would ruin me. I'm sorry....stupid....I know. My dad will kill me as it is, and I won't be driving if you call him. Oh man....do you HAVE to call him...I can get your tools back. PLEASE."
I smiled. My mind was racing. Hell, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. The kid had a perfect, bubble butt, and his sharp features and innocent eyes were giving me a boner just looking at him. God he was hot, and his muscles rippled and I just sort of lost my thought process and so before I had thought it all out I was talking even if I didn't know what I was going to say.
"OK Aaron. Aaron Lambie. I see. Well, I don't want you to have to go to jail, and if you got grounded I'm sure it wouldn't be a lot of fun. The only other alternative of course is to deal with me, here and now, and I'm not sure you would necessarily like that option."
His face lit up. I could see his mind racing.....thinking that anything I would give him would be a lot better than his parents finding out and the police getting involved. Perhaps it might work.
He said: "What do you want? I'd be glad to come over and mow your yard...make it up to you someway. I could do some chores, and you wouldn't have to pay me nothing. I have my Saturdays free. I'd do a lot of _s_h_i_t_ for you if you would keep this to yourself."
I smiled. Then I said: "Well, that's a nice offer Aaron Lambie. But I was thinking that your little prank here is pretty childish actually, and perhaps what you really need is a good, old fashion spanking. You ever been spanked before?"
He looked at me, his face flushed and his eyes went wide as they registered his surprise. Then he said, "No...ah....God. You want to SPANK ME? My parents don't believe in spanking."
I laughed. I said: "That's too bad Aaron. Perhaps if they did you wouldn't be here right now. Well, it's up to you. But if you want to deal with me then I will be giving you a spanking, and it's way past time when you deserved one. As far as I'm concerned, at eighteen you have screwed up big time, and you deserved to go to jail and all the rest of the _s_h_i_t_ that happens when the courts get involved. One thing's for sure, you need to learn a lesson. Now, because I like you I'll give you an option to bend your little bottom over and get the lesson from me. You see, I can keep my mouth shut, as long as I know you are sincere and you really learned from this. But if you want me to do that I want some things from you, and its up to you to say YES or NO. You did the crime, so you pay the fine."
He was staring at me, intensely, obviously scared but knowing his choices were limited.
I continued: "The first thing I want from you is for you to come inside, right now, and let me spank you. Now, you had better know that I will give you a spanking like you have never had before. I mean it. If you want the spanking instead of the cops and parents deal, you need to know its going to be intense and that I'm gonna blister your butt. You robbed me, and that's a very big deal. By the time its over you're gonna have one cherry red ass and be one very sorry teenager. And I plan to spank your ass, not your pants. You get my drift? The only consolation is you knowing you deserve it. So, if you come inside now I guarantee you that when you leave my house in a few hours you will be feeling like a little boy who has been spanked hard and well. I don't expect you will be too anxious to sit down right away but hopefully you will learn enough to keep you out of the thievery business in the future."
I could see the impact of my words as the teenager took them in. He swallowed again, and I could almost taste his fear.
I was on a role, and I went for it. "You will also need to have a little chat with your buds. I want my tools back. Tell them I got their license. You see, after I spank you, you will need to go find them and tell them they need to bring my tools back, and apologize. What happens to them will be between them and me. Who knows, I might want to spank them too. I might even let you watch, as I think you could learn something from it. They left you and ran."
His eyes were staring at me, and he was taking in my every word. I could tell from his expression he was thinking through the last idea.
"One more thing. Your idea about doing chores here is a good one. You come back here once a week, every Saturday, and mow my yard or do whatever the hell I want you to do. All summer. My little Saturday slave. I'm not going to pay you of course, but I might tip you if you work extra hard. If you don't do a good job, or you are late, then I will spank your little bottom all over again. You robbed me, and you owe me some.........well, lets call it 'community service', for keeping my mouth shut if for nothing else."
"So...which is it? Cops and parents....or a bright red ass?"
He asked: "You won't call my parents?"
I answered: "Nope. Not if I tan your bottom and get my tools back and you do your community service."
He swallowed again, and I could see him accept his fate. He mumbled he would accept the spanking, and then I made him ASK FOR IT....BEG FOR IT. I gave him the words, and then coached him until he got them right. I wanted to make sure he knew what he was getting in for. Finally, he got it right. I almost laughed as his lips quivered, and the boy asked to be spanked so he could learn his lesson.
"OK....oh God.......I....please.......ok...yeah....please spank my.....my BOTTOM. OH _s_h_i_t_....yeah...I..I guess yeah....please spank me and give me a.....do I have to say it?....oh..._s_h_i_t_...please, ah...please spank me and give me a...bright red ass. Oh GOD."
I was so excited I could have died. After that, after I made him ask for it, I was so eager I felt like skipping as I opened the door and invited him inside.
As we came into the living room I went to the kitchen and took out some thin nylon cord I had in a drawer. I cut off two pieces. On one end of each piece I tied a big loop, about two feet in diameter with a bowline, so that the loop wouldn't slip. On the other end of the each piece I tied a slip knot with the loop about five inches fully open. The ties were short, about two feet long from one end to the other. I carried them with me and sat down in my big comfortable chair. I could see the youth looking around the room, his eyes scanning the walls and my pictures. I have a lot of art and pictures on my walls, and while none of it is pornographic being a gay man some of it is somewhat provocative. You could just see it as his mind took them in. I could see him hesitating, trying to figure me out, and as he looked around the room it was almost as if he was trying to put off his punishment. I wasn't in a big hurry, and it was good to just feast my eyes on his hot, youthful body.
He surprised me then, as he glanced at a commissioned painting I have of a man spanking a boy, the lad's bare bottom upturned and red and his face flushed with tears. It's a marvelous picture, and it covers one wall in my living room. When he saw it I could see his eyes open wide, and he stared at it for a long time before he turned and forced his eyes away.
Aaron didn't look away long. I saw him glance back at it one more time, and then at me. Then he asked the question that was foremost on his mind: "Are..are you gay?"
I smiled. "Yeah Aaron, I am. But you know what, that doesn't have much to do with your spanking. Does it scare you to get spanked by a gay man?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "I....I've just never been spanked by anyone....and I've never met a gay guy before."
"Well, you want the spanking or not? It's not too late for me to just call the cops."
He looked at me, and his lip quivered. I saw him swallow, and he glanced around the room again. Then, slowly, he looked right at me, and he mumbled he was ready to be spanked. I was patting the chair arm and he came over to me, until he was standing right in front of me. My face was even with his crotch, and his body was lean, and ripped. He had the perfect body of the developing adolescent.
Time stood still. I then reached out and put my hands on the teen's belt buckle...and began to unfasten it. He gasped...and I could see his face flush red as he watched me do it. He was shaking, and his nervousness radiated throughout his body. As I unzipped his fly, I said "You won't be needing these. I don't plan to spank your pants. They haven't done anything wrong."
I slid down his jeans then, and as they came down his boxer shorts bulged out. They were clearly tented in the front, his young _c_o_c_k_ semi-rigid and oh-so-eager, almost as if it was anxious for the spanking to begin even if he himself was not. I let my fingers brush the front of his shorts as I lowered his jeans, and his _c_o_c_k_ bulged and twitched as I did so. The waistband of his boxers said "Tommy Hilfieger" and I know I was breathing hard as I concentrated on the bulge in the boy's underwear that was straining to contain his manhood.
"Remove your shirt. I don't want it in my way when I spank you."
The boy was staring at me, his eyes bright, penetrating, and his breathing rapid and his body rigid with fear or perhaps, anticipation. I saw him swallow, and then he reached up and took it from the bottom, and with a single motion he just jerked it up, over his head and off of his trim, oh-so-perfect body. His chest was smooth, and there wasn't even any hair below his naval as far as it went to his shorts. For a boy of eighteen I would have expected some hair there and also under his pits, but they were bald with only the smallest patches visible. I could see the horizontal lines of his muscles across his flat stomach, and his pecs were defined and his little nipples were dime-sized and pointed.
He looked at me, and I looked up at him. I curved my fingers in the waistband of his Hilfinger's, and he gasped. I could see the bulge twitch, and then, with a slow, downward motion, I slid off his boxers and watched his perfect _c_o_c_k_ spring up and into view. His blond patch of pubic hair was small and defined, and out of it his teenage _c_o_c_k_ was jutting, eager, and stiff, and as hard as a steel rod. The youth's dick pointed up, at a forty-five degree angle, right at my face and OH GOD how I wanted to just reach out and suck it in and wrap my lips around it. The end was big and purple, and the boy's single eye was open, oozing a small bead of clear fluid. He wasn't circumcised, but his foreskin was already retracted and his prick's bulging head was eager, wet and round.
I said "Looks like you popped a bone."
His face flushed bright red, and he nodded. He tried to apologize for it, and I almost laughed. I have no idea why he was so hard. Perhaps it was the idea of his spanking. Perhaps it was knowing I was gay and it would turn me on. I have no idea. But he sure was hard, and his _c_o_c_k_ was big for a kid his age and just so _d_a_m_n_ eager. He was a hell of a teenager, and for the moment, he was mine.
I used my hands to turn him, and then slowly I pushed the naked teenager down, downward until he was over my knee, his hands to the floor and his ass high and jutting and almost begging to be spanked. It took me a little while to get him into the position I wanted him in....his legs partially spread, his hole open and exposed and its slight ring of blond hair circling it and oh-so-visible.
I said to him: "Keep your hands flat on the floor and your legs spread, just like they are."
I noticed his balls were tight and firm, and his _c_o_c_k_ was eager and stiff and proud. I took his pole in my left fist then, gripping it, squeezing it, feeling his erection and holding his manhood as I used my other hand to explore the curves of his ass. The boy was breathing hard...and he gasped when I grabbed his rod.
"Oh...oh GOD. You.....you've got my _c_o_c_k_!"
I gave his _c_o_c_k_ a firm squeeze, and then I spoke: "Yes I do Aaron. It makes a good handle and I don't want you going anywhere. Now, make sure you don't move."
His mouth opened....and his head came up and then I saw him stare across the room, right at the big picture of the boy being spanked. Then he asked "How....how many times are you going to hit me?"
I almost laughed. I had no idea of course....my only plan at the moment was to feel his ass and to touch him, explore him, know him. I answered him anyway: "Aaron, you will be spanked until I am satisfied you have learned your lesson. Stealing has CONSEQUENCES!
As I said the last word I brought my right hand down, hard, square on his right cheek and with a power that I could tell shocked the boy to the core. He had NO IDEA it was gonna hurt like that, and before he could react I was moving my hand back up and then back down, just letting it fall again and again, working it over his right cheek, and then his left.
SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!!! SMACK!!!!! SMACK!!!!! SMACK!!!!!
I spanked his rear, again and again, one after the other, with little hesitation between them. The boy started to squirm, his ass moving and twisting and then bobbing up and down, up and down as he tried to move his ass to avoid the sting that was ever building in increasing intensity. As he moved his ass his penis was pumping my fist, the boy literally _f_u_c_k_ing my fist as he tried desperately to avoid my slaps to his fanny. He started to mumble, and then his mumbles became louder and more pronounced.
"OH.....um.....OH....OHHH...... ow....YEOW! YEOWWWWW! OH _s_h_i_t_.... YEOWWWWW!!!!!"
Again and again and again I let my hand do the work. After a while, it started to sting, and the palm of my right hand began to feel very uncomfortable. A little later it started to go numb. I rested it then, on his ass, and as I hesitated and let the feeling come back, I could feel the youth gasping as he fought the sting in his butt. His ass was already red, and it was obvious I was getting to him. I could actually feel the heat radiating from his mounds. I let my hand explore the curves of his ass then. I squeezed each cheek, kneading his hot mounds and feeling the firmness of his muscles. I felt the inside of his legs....then cupped the boy's teenage balls...feeling them, exploring his testicles within their little sack. With my left I pumped his _c_o_c_k_, up and down, up and down and as I did so he grunted.
SMACK!!!! SMACKKK! SMACKKKK! SMACKKKKKK!
Again I started, slapping his ass, working my hand over his perched up bottom, continuously looking for a new spot to cover. I could feel his prick rock hard in my hand, and his foreskin was sliding within my fist, the boy's _c_o_c_k_ eager and stiff and pumping with an increasing intensity. Still, I worked his rear. Harder and harder and slowly it began to turn a brighter pink, then after a few minutes brighter still. He was really squirming then, and started to beg.
Suddenly, he jerked his right hand back, in desperation, and covered his red fanny as I was hitting him. I was ready. I dropped his _c_o_c_k_ and grabbed his wayward wrist with my left hand, pulling it up and into the small of his back behind his neck. He grunted as I jerked his arm up hard, and then, holding it there, I took my right hand and grabbed one of the nylon cords I had prepared. I dropped the big non-slip loop over his neck, and slipped the other end with the slipknot over his wrist. I pulled the slipknot tight and let it go. I did the whole thing is less than twenty seconds, and the speed that I had tied his arm surprised him. With the short cord holding his arm in position, twisted up behind his back, he was helpless, and he knew it! As hard as he struggled he couldn't use it to cover his burning bum.
I spoke to him then: "Aaron, I promised you a bright red ass, and we haven't even started yet. You are going to get spanked, like it or not!"
His eyes went wide with fear. I was tired of the minor diversion, and it was time to resume his spanking. I took his _c_o_c_k_ then once again and started to squeeze it, and my right hand resumed its assault to his rear. He grunted as I held him, and then as the blows began again he started jerking and twisting, desperate to find someway, somehow, to move his butt to avoid the burn that seemed to intensify to higher and higher levels. As he moved his ass and wiggled it in his desperation, he was thrusting his _c_o_c_k_ into my fist as if it was a woman's pussy.
SMACK!!!! SMACKKKK!!!! SMACKKKK! SMACKKKKKKKKK!
His ass was really bobbing then, up and down as he squirmed and struggled and jerked. His right arm, bound up and out of the way, was jerking around and pulling on the cord....a useless gesture that emphasized his helplessness. I started really bringing on the smacks harder now, working the spot between his bottom and his legs, hitting him there again and again and again, until it was glowing cherry red and burning like some nuclear furnace. The youth was desperate, and he was screaming then from the pain, the hot fire of his ass more than anything he could ever have imagined. He was sure sorry now!
He was protesting after that in desperation, trying to protect his ass with words even as my hand slaps grew ever harder. I never wavered. I didn't care what he said. Instead, I just continued to rain down the blows one after the other...plummeting his mounds of flesh again and again and again.
"GOD....OH GOD. PLEASEEEEEEE...oh SIR... OH _s_h_i_t_.... STOP..... OH NO... NO MORE... OH _s_h_i_t_TTTTTT!!!! I'm SORRY! Please! STOP!!!!! YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
I was into it now...the rhythm going SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP.....just up and down left cheek right cheek left cheek. He was humping my fist fast now...working his _c_o_c_k_ and desperate to move his ass to avoid the stings. As his ass wiggled and the youth thrusted, his _c_o_c_k_ was literally pumping my fist, almost as if he was _f_u_c_k_ing it. Regardless of the reason, his _c_o_c_k_ was pistoning in my fist, in and out, his hips squirming to avoid the blows and his cheeks now so red that they looked crimson. He was gasping then.....his breathing faster and faster....and then, with a sudden shudder, he began to ejaculate.
The youth screamed "Arggggg........oh...oh GODDDDDDDDDD...I'm cumming!!!!"
I never stopped his spanking. I could feel the slime pumping into my fist as he squirted out his goo, the boy crying out as he came, his prick pumping out his seed with a vengeance that shot out and splattered onto my dark green carpet. I didn't care. I was so hard myself, and as I felt the youth coming I felt the feeling too....my own prick suddenly erupting as I pumped out my own juices and filled my pants. We came together he and I, although he never knew it and never realized what was happening. I never stopped my hand either, instead keeping it moving and working his cheeks for maximum burn. I was literally painting his ass with my hand, smacking his ass and increasing the inferno he was feeling all the while as I watched him jerk and spasm and cum.
When his balls were empty I think he thought I would stop. But I had no intention of stopping. I knew that all of his nerve bundles would intensify when he finished ejaculating so I never let up. Instead, I kept working my hand up and down, burning my palm into his rear and that's when the boy started to cry. It was just too much for him, and so I just smacked and smacked his ass, as the tears began to flow and then as I worked his cheeks his tears turned into a river. He was screaming after that...a babble really, as he cried out his embarrassment and his ass glowed bright red, his teenage fanny bobbing up and down while the youth cried like a ten year old.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAA..... SNIFF....sniff...... AHHHHHHHH.... WHAAAAAAAAAA" went the tears.
His face was a mess, his eyes pouring out the tears that were literally running down his face. The lad even had snot running out of his nose at the same time. Still, while my right hand smacked his rear my left hand worked his slimly spent prick. I almost laughed at his reaction as I jerked his rod. It had become super-sensitive the way it does after you cum, and he started squirming and struggling with a desperation that was wild and harsh. I could tell his _c_o_c_k_ was on fire in its own way, and yet even so, I gave him no mercy and instead increased the pressure of my grasp, working the sensitive head with my thumb even as I worked his shaft up and down with my hand. As his dick slid within my fist he was screaming, the nerves on fire as the boy's slimy erection was bouncing and twitching and jerking from the intensity of it all.
I kept it up...and my right hand continued to pulverize his bottom for perhaps five more minutes. All the while he was wild and desperate for me to stop. Finally, and somewhat reluctantly, I paused with my right hand, although I kept my left one in motion working his spent _c_o_c_k_ which was still rock hard. Then I just ran my right hand over his ass....feeling the curves, touching him.....up between his legs and then, cupping his balls once again. I loved feeling his mounds, squeezing his hot melons that were literally glowing red and bright and were almost purple.
I let my right hand slide up, between his cheeks, and then I slid my third finger over his hole. As he felt me there he clinched his thigh muscles and tried to close his tight little bum.
He started to protest: "Please...oh....no...oh PLEASE....oh GOD!"
I pushed my finger in anyway, firm and slow, until it finally slid inside. As I felt his sphincter give way and my finger slip inside, he let out a loud gasp and he arched his head back as he grunted. I slid it in....deep and then out....then in and out and in and out....my finger _f_u_c_k_ing his ass and as I was doing that the boy was struggling and squirming and I could feel his ass desperate to shut itself closed. At that moment, I spoke to him.
"Aaron Lambie....I hope we have made a point here......and that you have learned your lesson."
As I was talking I continued to work my finger up and down and in and out. My left hand continued to pump his sensitive _c_o_c_k_ and it was driving him crazy. Keeping my finger in motion, I continued:
"I'd hate for you to end up back over my knee.....and I'd sure hate to see you going down the wrong path and end up in prison. In prison I'd imagine your ass might have to get used to more than a FINGER"
As I said the last word I slipped in a second finger.....just pushed the two fingers in deep and when I did he gasped and grunted so loud it was as if he was trying to wake the dead. I kept them moving, and for all practical purposes I was literally finger-_f_u_c_k_ing his hole. "What do you think Aaron? Want to end up in PRISON?"
As I asked the question I never game him a chance to answer. Instead, timed to the last word I pushed my two fingers in so deep I could feel his prostate gland. I rotated my wrist as I pushed on it....rolled my fingers over it...touching it....deep and penetrating. As I worked his prostate with my right hand, kneading it, my left hand pumped his _c_o_c_k_ and my thumb worked its big head. It was more than the youth could handle, and the boy screamed.
"I'm SORRYYYYYYY! Oh...OH GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
At the same time I felt his body spasm and his prick shoot again.....the wad once more pumping out in ropes of cum. His ass muscles pulsated as it happened, and I could feel his hole squeezing my fingers together in rhythmic pulses as he squirted again and again and again. Finally, he was finished, exhausted and spent, and after that I felt the boy just collapse onto my knees and the tears just flowed like a _d_a_m_n_ had broken. I pulled out my fingers with a pop, and gently patted his well-spanked bottom. I let him cry it out....sobbing in great waves, his chest heaving as he sobbed and sobbed. After a while they slowed, and then after that it was just a whimper. When he had himself under control, I helped him back to his feet.
I put him in the corner then for thirty minutes, to reflect on his misdeeds. He looked so cute standing there, his hands on his head and his bubble butt glowing cherry red, just as I had promised him it would. Afterwards, he turned to me and whispered out his apology, and as I listened to him I had to smile. There is nothing more sincere than a well-spanked teenager. Afterward, after he had apologized, I gave him his clothes and offered him a ride to wherever he wanted to go.
In the car he apologized once again for his acts, telling me he was normally good and he had learned his lesson and it would never happen again. It's always amazing how contrite a teenager can be after his bottom has been set on fire. I used the opportunity to remind him of the rest of the bargain. I promised again to keep my mouth shut, and he said he would be over Saturday morning to cut my lawn.
He also promised to get me my tools. I reminded him I wanted to see his friends as well, the ones that had left him, and that's when he said "I'll tell them. They won't be too happy, and I'm not sure they will let you spank them."
I looked at him, and then what-the-hell, I just reached over and tossed his hair and laughed. Then, I winked at him and at the same time, I said: "Well, tell them I have the license, and they sure as _s_h_i_t_ took my tools and somehow I don't think they want the courts and the record and the jail time that could come their way. So, I think they will. Maybe you would like to watch?"
Aaron's eyes were bright, and he looked over at me for a long time. I could tell he was thinking. Then, he said "Yeah....somehow I think they will too. Sure, I'd love to watch!" He flashed a smile then, and then it grew into a grin. It was big and perfect and beautiful, just like him.
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