This story describes the true account of a spanking I watched and was indirectly involved in as a teenager. Robert was a child of 11 years involved in a sporting program I was coaching. I was only 17 years old at the time, and was spanked myself, however this time I found myself (indirectly) on the giving side. It was a invigorating (albeit short) experience.
Robert was rather short 11-year-old boy, with warm blue eyes, light brown hair in the popular 90s "bowl cut" style, a soft voice, and a slightly plump body. What I remember the most about him, however, was his incredible smile.
I first met Robert when he started attending my practices at the local sports club where I worked part time. He struck me as a warm and friendly kid, who made friends easily and liked to have a good time. At the same time Robert had some issues with listening to instructions and cooperating with the coaches.
One of the first things I remember about Robert was his odd family. His mother was a real pest around the club and was pretty overprotective of her son. His dad suprisingly seemed to be very easy-going. Also, Robert had a (very cute) older brother around 13 or 14 years old.
Compared to the other kids in my group, Robert was pretty well behaved. I found that most kids that age would have to be reminded a couple of times to do something before you could expect them to do it. And with the ones who had real problems cooperating, you had to be very diplomatic in your attempts to "win them over". This was a sports club, after all, and the kids came partly because they wanted to and partly because their parents did.
One day Robert's mom came to me in a frenzy shortly after the beginning of practice. She was complaining that Matt (another kid; another story) was goofing off and setting a bad example. Apparently she knew this kid from somewhere else and she was adamant that I be stricter with Matt. I wasn't too sure what to do because though Matt could be difficult at times, he was no worse than her own son!
I walked away from Robert's mother towards the spot where my group was getting ready. Though her pestering stopped, I was a little annoyed that she followed me over, and watched as I corralled the group.
Just as Robert's mom was about to go off about Matt again, she realized that Robert and some other kid were playing about with some other equipment and did not respond to my calls.
"Robert!!!" she yelled. "Listen to Graham, or I'll spank your bum," she said as he looked up in fear.
The look on Robert's face was priceless. It was a silly-looking smile covering what was probably a deep resentment for what she just broadcast to the group and the teenage coach he admired. I was turned on by both the mom's words and the non-verbal reaction of the boy, however I didn't say or do anything.
Robert's mother left in haste. I think she was a little embarrassed that she was complaining about some other kid, and hers was just as bad! I didn't know if anything would ever happen as a result, but I got the impression that Robert's mom wanted "tune her son up" as well.
The practice went by well, and as things were wrapping up I saw Robert's dad come in to pick him up. He waited near the changerooms until I had finished with the group, and then approached me.
"What did Robert do?" Robert's dad asked me. "His mom called me at work and said he needed a spanking for something" he said with a slight chuckle at the end.
"Well he wasn't listening at the beginning and I had to call him over twice," I explained, "and this was after his mom was on my back about not being firm enough with the other kids."
"Ahh...I see," the dad said looking around for his son, "well let me show you what works for--Robert get over here!!" he yelled for his son to come over.
Robert honestly had no idea what he was in for as he came bouncing over towards us, smiling away. He was wearing a white t-shirt and a cute pair of those baby-blue polyester sports shorts. It always amazed me how styles changed, as I would have been laughed out of the gym for wearing that colour when I was his age. I was also curious about what kind of underwear Robert wore. As he didn't show the obvious inch of boxers above his pants, so I figured he was a brief wearer. It gave me some reassurance to see kids that were still wearing the same thing I did. Little did I know I was about to find out.
Robert's dad grabbed the boy by the arms and yanked down the back of his little gym shorts. As I glanced at Robert's white briefs, I saw the dad's hand coming down out of the corner of my eye. The hand landed squarely on Robert's tight underwear and produced a good smack sound. Then the hand was raised again.
Robert stood there trembling. He reached back to try and replace his shorts. Instead his dad aborted the spank, got a grip on a handful of shorts, and pulled them down all the way.
The hand went up again. This time I could see Robert's reaction. It was so cool. His head was turned backward looking up at the hand until it fell. Then as the hand impacted his butt, his back arched and the his face crinkled up.
In total, Robert probably got less than five spanks that afternoon, however it was an an arousing experience for me. To see a boy getting pantsed was not uncommon, but watching him get spanked right in front of me was an experience of a new level.
When the spanking was over, Robert looked quite bewildered. I remember him looking right at me with his teary-eyes. He didn't have to say anything because I knew how sorry he was. The lastly thing I remember was how he walked out to the car, discreetly rubbing his butt.