CHAPTER ONE
Dave woke up at precisely ten in the morning. It was Saturday and he was going to spend the whole day at his friend Tom's house. He pushed back the covers on his bed and swung his legs over the side. He was only wearing his hanes briefs. He stood up and stretched. The door opened and his Mother walked in. Being only ten years old, Dave didn't feel embarrassed. "You better hurry up or you'll be late." She warned him as she bent over to pick up all his clothes that he had left lying on the ground. Dave nodded and said that he would. He knew that his Mother had a bridge tournament tonight and that she didn't want him hanging around all night. Dave walked downstairs not bothering to put any clothes on. It was just him and his mom. His dad had left a few years ago and married another woman. Dave walked into the kitchen and reached to the top cabinet for some cereal. He set the box down on the counter and turned on the television that was sitting on the table. Some cartoons were on and he turned up the volume. Dave poured himself a large bowl of cereal and sat down to watch his show. Just as Dave was finishing up his cereal he heard the telephone ring. He reached over from his spot at the table and picked up the reciever. It was Tom. "What time are you coming over today?" Tom wanted to know. "Whatever time." Dave replied. "Just get here as soon as you can. My Mom is on a cleaning spree and I don't like the way she's looking at me." Tom said in a hushed whisper. "I'll be there as soon as I finish getting dressed." Dave said and hung up. His mother was just coming down the stairs. "Who was that on the phone." She asked tucking a clothes bin under her arm. "Just Tom. Wanted to know what time I was coming over."
"What did you tell him?"
"As soon as I finish getting dressed." His Mother nodded and went into the laundry room just off the kitchen. She called to Dave from the laundry room: "Hurry up and get dressed. I'll drive you." Dave yelled back that he would rather walk, such a nice day and all, and ran back upstairs to his room. He opened the door to his bedroom and looked on the floor with dismay. All his clothes were missing. He ran to the dresser and opened the top drawer. He got out a pair of white socks and danced around trying to get into them while opening the next drawer and retrieving a pair of pants and a t-shirt. He quickly pulled them on and stepped out of his room. Dave made a quick detour to the bathroom before heading down the stairs where his Mother was waiting in the kitchen. "I want you to be good now." She said pulling him into a quick embrace. "And I don't want to hear from Mrs. Smith that you were rude." She let go of him and he backed away, straightening his hair. "Don't worry. Mrs. Smith likes me." His Mother smiled and ruffled his newly straightened hair and walked back into the laundry room where there were countless more loads to do. The last thing that Dave heard before leaving the house was the sound of the washing machine starting up for the third time that day. Dave walked along the side of the road and enjoyed the feeling of the warm air on his skin. It was a beautiful spring day with blue skies and a mild temperature. His Mother hadn't even nagged at him about not wearing a coat. And she was a health nut. Dave didn't hurry because he had plenty of time. He was going to be spending the night at Tom's. This was a weekly occurence. Every Saturday either Dave went to Tom's or Tom went to Dave's. A robin was singing high up in the tree as Dave passed underneath. And Dave whistled back at it. This was going to be a great day and nothing would spoil it. At least he didn't think so.
CHAPTER TWO
Tom answered the door wearing only a pair of shorts. It was a nice day and all but Dave thought it was a bit early to be going around topless. "Hi Dave. Come on in. I was just searching around the laundry room for my shirt when you rang. It's Laundry day and I can't find a thing to wear in my room"
"My mother's doing laundry as well." Dave said as he followed his friend into the laundry room. The washer and the dryer were both going at top speed when they entered. Tom opened the dryer and fished around amongst the socks and underwear until he came up with a white t-shirt. He pulled it on over his head and shut the door. "Smells fresh." He said as they walked out of the laundry room. Dave closed the door behind him. Just as they were going into the Ktichen they bumped into Tom's Mother who was running around frantically with a feather duster as if her life depended on it. "Oh, Hello Dave." She said a little breathlessly when she spotted him. Dave was just about to say "hello" when she sprayed a large choking gust of deoderizer in the room. Dave and Tom ran out of the room for cover. Tom's Mother followed them into the room and let out a deep sigh. She looked around the house with contentment. "There. That's a lot better. I hate it when things are dirty. So," she said turning to Dave, "are you staying for the night?"
"Yes ma'am. If that's alright." Dave replied. "Not a problem. It's so nice that Tom has someone he can talk to over the weekends. What do you like for dinner. Dave shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me. Whatever it is that your having." Dave said. A look of relief came over Mrs. Smith's face and she mumbled something about getting the hamburger defrosted. Tom gave Dave a knowing wink and the two of them laughed. Mrs. Smith turned around and gave them both a bewildered stare. "What's so funny. Don't you boys like Hamburgers?" They both immediately said that Hamburgers would be fine. "Good. I'll chop some onions. And, OH!" she gasped aloud, "I forgot that we ran out of ketchup. I'll run down to the store. Mrs. Smith walked over to the cloakroom and grabbed her spring jacket. "I won't be gone a minute." She said with her hand on the doorknob. "You don't have to go through all that trouble, Mrs. Smith." Dave said. "Nonsense. Everybody likes ketchup on their hamburgers." And with that Mrs. Smith opened the door and walked out. As soon as she was gone, Tom turned to Dave.
"Do you want to go up to my room?" Tom asked and the two of them knew what he was talking about. This was another tradition that had slowly happened over the years that they had known each other. "Sure." Dave replied and the two of them ran up the steps to Tom's room. Both of them a little excited.
CHAPTER THREE
Tom's room was usual for a ten year old boy. Posters on the wall, cds on the shelves and loads of books. Tom read a lot for his age and he was into everything. Tom jumped on the bed and rolled over. He looked over at Dave who was still standing in the doorway. "Well?" Tom looked at Dave in exasperation. His mother wouldn't be gone long and he really wanted to do this. "I don't know if we should. We've never done this sort of thing in the daytime before." Dave said "It's alright. Mom will be gone for at least half an hour and that's more than enough time." Tom said reassuringly. "But we can do it tonight instead. I'll be here all night, remember?" Dave reminded him. "So we'll do it tonight as well. Come on. You know that you want to." Tom taunted. It was true. Dave did want to. And it didn't take much more convincing from Tom. "Alright. But we better make it fast. Because I know that your mom will check in on us when she gets back. She's very fussy about this sort of thing."
"I know, I know." Tom said wearily. "I have to live through it, remember?" Dave smiled and undid the top button of his pants. He slid them to the floor and stepped out of them. Tom watched eagerly as Dave took off his shirt and through it to the ground. He was now standing only in his briefs. "Your turn," Dave said to Tom. Tom nodded and pulled off his pants and shirt as well. Finally he was down only to his blue fruit of the loom briefs. Dave couldn't suppress a laugh. "My mother bought them okay. Just last week she got me Batman briefs. She forgets that I am growing up." Dave nodded and walked over to the bed. Tom moved over and Dave rolled onto the bed beside him. Tom reached over and started to rub Dave's tummy with the palm of his hand. "I've been waiting for this all week." Tom said as he moved in closer, his fingers moving up to Dave's boy nipples. Dave turned to look at Tom and smiled. Tom reached over and kissed him on the lips. Dave closed his eyes and savored it. "Do you mind if I take off your underwear?" Tom asked. Dave didn't say anything but they both knew the answer. Tom slid his hand under the elastic lining of Dave's briefs and pulled them down past his ankles and finally off. Tom pulled off his own underwear. "What do you want to do first?" Tom asked. "Whatever." Dave replied, with his eyes still closed. Tom smiled and bent down so that his mouth was touching Dave's penis. He started to lick the head and Dave moaned softly. Tom started licking faster, tasting the salty head. He used his hands to feel Dave's balls. Dave opened his mouth and let a gasp out. He opened his eyes and turned to stare at Tom. He reached down and started to rub Tom's penis. Tom didn't expect this but didn't say anything. Usually they took turns. The two of them started stroking faster and faster. Their moans were getting louder and louder. "Wait. Don't come yet." Tom whispered in Dave's ear. They were both too young to come but that didn't matter. "Why?" Dave asked. "I want to try something different. Something I've been wanting to try for a long time." Tom said. "What is it?" Tom leaned over and started kissing Dave's neck. The moisture felt good on Dave's hot neck. "Do you love me?" Tom asked. Dave thought about this question for a minute. Did he love Tom? It took him a few seconds before he came to an answer. "Yes."
He knew that it was the right one. He had never felt this way before and realized that it had to be love. "Yes." Dave repeated more sure of himself. Tom breathed out a sigh of relief and kissed Dave again on the mouth. "Turn over." Tom said and Dave turned over onto his tummy. Tom started rubbing his back up and down. Then he stuck his finger into Dave's boy hole. Dave's eyes opened in surprise but he didn't say anything. It felt really good. Tom then pulled out his finger and put one leg over top of Dave so that he straddled him. He started rubbing his penis over Dave's bum. "Oh my god." Dave whispered as he grabbed the sheets. The sensation was so amazing. "I'm going to put it in." Tom said, whispering into Dave's ear. Dave didn't have to ask what he was going to put in. He already knew and was waiting for it. Tom pressed his penis far up into Dave's bum until it shot through his boy hole. Dave grimaced at first at the pressure. But then it relented and he started to enjoy it. Tom finally reached as far as he could go and his balls tapped against Dave's bum. "How does this feel." Tom asked. Dave didn't say anything. Just moaned with pleasure. Taking that as his cue to continue, Tom started to move his hips back and forth, slowly at first. Then as Dave didn't say anything, he picked up speed. The incredible tightness and heat was driving Tom wild. He couldn't believe how wonderful it felt. Finally he came to an orgasm and it was the most amazing that he had ever felt. Tom pulled out and Dave flipped over onto his back and Tom leaned down and put his mouth around Dave's penis. He sucked really hard and it didn't take long for Dave to start moaning at the top of his lungs. It felt so good that Dave started to hump the bed. Finally he came with an explosion. Tom rolled off of him and they laid together. Then Tom looked up and saw his mother standing in the doorway with a shocked expression on her face.
CHAPTER FOUR
"I can explain," Dave started but was cut off by the loud cry that his Mother gave. "I can't believe what I just saw. I'm in shock. I never would have expected this from you two." She said. She leaned against the doorway. Dave got off the bed in a hurry and started to grab his clothes. But Mrs. Smith reached down and snatched them away from him. "Oh no you don't." She said. Dave looked up at her in surprise. He had never heard her raise her voice before. "I'm taking you over to see Mr. Tanner. He's our next door neighbor." Mrs. Smith said. Dave didn't have to ask what was going to happen there. He had heard about Mr. Tanner from Tom. Whenever Tom did something bad he had to visit Mr. Tanner to get a spanking. His mother didn't have the heart to do it herself. "But can't we at least put on our clothes, mom?" Tom pleaded. But it was no use. "You seem to do very well without them. You may put on your underwear, but that's all. Now let's go." Mrs. Smith walked out of the room. Tom and Dave put on their underwear and followed her down the stairs and outside. "What is he going to do to us, Tom?" Dave wanted to know. "Going to spank us, I suppose." Tom answered. The two of them walked in silence as they crossed over into Mr. Tanner's front lawn. Several neighbors passed as they were doing this and pointed at them. But they weren't surprised. All the neighbors brought their kids to Mr. Tanner for some well deserved discipline. And so it wasn't an unusual sight to see several boys standing outside his door in their underwear. Mrs. Smith knocked on the door and a middle aged man with graying hair opened. He smiled down at the two boys. "What's going on here? Two boys?" Mr. Tanner asked with a tone of surprise. "The one isn't mine. But they were being very naughty and they both need to get spanked. Long and hard." Mrs. Smith said matter of factly.
Dave was surprised at how different she sounded from the woman he had met earlier that day. "That can be arranged. What did they do this time, Mrs. Smith?" Mr. Tanner asked. "They were playing around with each other. I saw the whole thing with my own eyes." She answered. "Playing around with each other," Mr. Tanner sounded confused. "That doesn't sound too bad."
"My son stuck his little penis into this one's bum. How is that for bad?"
"I see." Mr. Tanner said looking down at the two boys sternly. "Now where did they learn to do a thing like that?"
"I haven't the foggiest idea. Now would you please give them a good spanking." She asked. "Yes. I'd say that most definitely deserves a spanking. Come on in and make yourself comfortable." Mr. Tanner stepped out of the way and Mrs. Smith walked in followed by the two underwear clad boys.
CHAPTER FIVE
Mr. Tanner pulled out a stool and sat down. He motioned to Dave to come over. Dave walked over reluctantly and Mr. Tanner pulled him across his own lap. He looked down disapprovingly at the underwear. He pulled Dave's brief's down past his ankles and they finally slipped off. Dave had never been spanked before and he wondered what it was going to be like. He didn't have to wait long. Mr. Tanner raised his hand and brought it down with such a force that it could be heard all the way around the house. Dave's eyes opened wide and he tried to yell but no voice came. Mr. Tanner brought down his hand again and Dave found his voice. The yell came out softly. Mr. Tanner was only getting started. He spanked around the thighs and it causes sharp little pain like needle pricks. Then he moved up. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! What had started as small whimperings now gave way to a full fledged cry as Dave really started to feel it. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Dave had never felt anything like this before. Tears rolled out of his eyes as he felt the heat in his bum. It hurt like nothing he had ever expierenced before. Finally Mr. Tanner finished with him and let Dave climb down off his lap. Dave went to pull up his briefs but Mrs. Smith stopped him. "You'll go and stand in the corner and wait." She said. Dave complied, wiping the tears from his eyes. Tom watched his friend go to the corner. He looked at Dave's red bum and started to imagine what they would do come night fall. But he didn't have a lot of time to think about that. Mr. Tanner turned to him and said: "It's your turn."
THE END