These stories are true but took place when I was young. Also the teacher with the stick did not teach Greek but another subject....
That evening I introduced Chris to Harry, my older brother. Harry was seventeen and he and I stayed out of each others way most of the time. Over the years the more we played and fought with each other the more trouble we seemed to get into with our father so these days he just hung out with his older friends and anyway he didn't want musch to do with a just twelve year old brother.
The next day was warm and sunny. Chris and I woke up and both dressed in our play shorts and teeshirts before rushing down for breakfast. We both watched one another get dressed and even though we had seen one another naked at school in the showers it was a different feeling having Chris in my bedroom without worrying about others seeing us we took our time. Chris was thin like me but his legs and bum were a little fatter than mine.
My brother was out as usual, father had gone to work and mother left Chris and me while she drove to the local shops. She would be gone some time so I suggested to Chris that we could play at pretending to be our Greek master and pupil. I knew he would agree. I think we were both a little nervous but excited about the idea. As it was my house I suggested that I would be the Greek master first and Chris reluctantly agreed, stating the condition that we would swop next time.
I asked him politely what I should smack him with if he was naughty in calss. We really had not planned much at this stage. He askled what we had and I told him that we had better not go into fathers study and use his stick as he might know it had been moved. We walked together into the playroom and I picked up the old ping pong bat. We then walked into the kitchen and looked through mothers drawers at the wooden spoons.
''I would like to use his spoon Chris'' I eventually said, holding up a well used medium sized spoon.
''OK but if you hit too hard I will get you back tomorrow'' Chris relpied looking at the spoon with apprehension.
We agreed that we would have the lesson in my room. I had a desk where I did my homework so Chris would work there. I could sit on my bed while he studied and then I could test his Greek vocab. Of course he would have to be punished for any wrong word, like at school. We walked together to my room and closed the door. I decided to tell Chris that he should take off his underpants for the lesson but to keep his shorts, teeshirt and sock on. He agreed and I watched as he slowly undressed. After that I set him a page of words and he would have fifteen minutes to learn them all ''or else'' I added ''you know what happens to boys in my class who get their vocab wrong, don't you boy'' I added ,immitating our Greek master.
'yes sir'' Chris replied, grinning, and he sat at my desk while sat on my bed watching him and slapping the spoon in the palm of my hand every so often.
Whe the time was up I asked Chris the words and of course he did not know quite a few. I told him he would be ounished across my knee first. He stood up and came to me and I told him to take his shorts down and lie over my lap. This was the first time I had ecer had anyone in this position and as he was the same size and shape as me we both giggled as he climed on the bed and lay acrooss my thighs with his bum on my lap. I looked down at his soft white bottom and at first I did not touch it. He wiggled about a bit but then lay still. He told me that when his dad or the housemaster smacked him he had his arms hanging down toeards the floor and his feet hanging over the other side and that this position felt funny. I slapped his right buttock nervously and told him to be quiet. He lay silently.
It was then that, for the first time, I became aware of his scent, not a smell but a faint boy scent, unmistakably a body scent. I liked the feeling of power, even though Chris could have easily ended our game and got up at any time he chose so it wasn't real power like you have with a helpless young boy over your knee waiting for a spanking from his much stronger father.
I told Chris that I was going to smack him for being a naughty boy in class and not knowing his words. With that I whacked the sppon onto his right bum cheeck and held the sppon in place for a moment. Chris had clearly felt it because he protesetd and told me that it was too hard. I hit him again on the other side of his soft bottom and ''ouch!'' As I raised the spoon for a third whack I noticed with glee the red patch which had appeared on his otherwise clear white skin. I rubbed him gently with my right hand and asked if his bottom hurt.
''yes it bloody well does'' Chris replied. I was surprised at his words as we did not dare swear in those days.
''Sorry'' I replied ''but you have to be punished for your poor performance in classboy'' I announced rather grandly.
''OK but wait till its our turn sir'' Chris replied.
''Three more I think my boy'' I announced in a schoolteacher tone.
I gave his another three good smacks but was carefull and remembered that the next day it would be his turn to be the master and mine to be the teacher.
After our school session we played outside for much of the rest of the day. Occasionally I would ask Chris if his bottom still hurt and to let me see. I loved the way he pulled down his shorts and underpajnts to just under his bottom to show me the red marks I had made with mothers spoon. The marks were stinging him until well after lunch he told me.
That was the first day of our holiday together but I will tell you what happened the next day some other time. My smacking was much worse than I had given Chris beacause Harry happened to come hiome and found out what we were doing.
Chris and I never lost our love of smacking bottoms and although as we grew up we remained friends we did not carry on spanking one another, or others as far as I know, until we bacame dads ourselves.