Chris showed up at the Johnsons' home a few a few minutes before six. This was the first time the fourteen-year-old had ever been asked to babysit for any family, and he was concerned that he get everything right. Mrs. Johnson walked him through all the standard information: phone numbers, bedtimes, etc. Dinner for Chris and the boys was in oven, ready to eat.
Then she called out the boys and did the standard routine with them. "Have a good time, guys, but I want you to obey Chris. Don't eat any junk food, and get to bed on time. I want a good report when I get home." Mr. Johnson was holding out her coat as she added, "Chris, if the boys give you any trouble, feel free to warm their bottoms for them."
A startled Chris looked back and forth between the two parents for a moment, but Mr. Johnson just nodded firmly to him as if to say, "You'll be fine," and the two adults were out the door and gone. An inexplicable twinge of excitement had gone through Chris when Mrs. Johnson had mentioned spanking. It was only a little more than a year since the last time his own father had whipped him. Of course, that had been a much more thorough affair than Chris had ever experienced when he was the age of the Johnson boys. Nevertheless, Chris had always thought of himself as still subject to being spanked, and it had never really occurred to him that he might spank someone else. Now, however, he couldn't shake the thought from his mind, and he kept glancing furtively at the boys' bottoms as he got dinner on the table. Throughout dinner the boys were happy and well behaved. They enjoyed having a boy for a baby sitter, especially one who didn't get on them for their table manners. By the time the meal was over, though, they had evidently decided Chris was safe, and they began to push all the limits their mother had laid out for them. Chris asked for help cleaning up the table, but when he turned his back for a moment, both boys disappeared. Chris grumbled a bit as he did all the work, but he was afraid to challenge the boys. He couldn't get that comment about "warming their bottoms" out of his mind, but at the same time somehow thought it would be wrong to actually go through with it.
As the night progressed, the two boys became worse and worse. Danny started a surprise pillow attack by whacking his brother in the face, sending the younger boy sprawling on the floor and bawling for help. Travis, once he recovered from the attack, began sneaking candy out of the kitchen. Chris spent the night admonishing them, but to no avail. Once the boys realized they were safe from retribution, they happily ignored both his anger and his pleas.
Bedtime was a nightmare for Chris. As soon as he turned his attention to one of the boys the other would disappear into the house and need to be sought out. Finally both were in their PJ's, and Chris retired to the living room. He sighed from relief, but then heard footsteps behind him. Turning quickly, he caught Danny trying to sneak into the kitchen. Jumping up, the teenager caught the boy by the arm and turned him back toward the bedroom. Christ thought he had had about enough, and as he propelled the boy down the hallway he smacked him twice.
Chris went back to the living room with mixed emotions. He still half feared that the Johnsons would be mad at him for spanking their son. On the other hand, he couldn't get over the excitement of the fact that he had just spanked a child for the first time. He had never thought about it before, but now the fact of doing it excited him greatly. And after all, he had proven that the could handle the boys, even when they misbehaved.
However, just as he was feeling satisfied with himself, he heard unmistakable laughter coming from the boys' room. Danny was bragging about his exploits in the hallway, evidently not too worried about the swats he had received. Chris hollered angrily for the boys to be quiet, but the whispering and giggling continued. It grew so loud that the boys did not hear their parents return, and as the Johnsons entered the living room, Chris stood nervously and wondered what to report.
"The boys are still up?" Mrs. Johnson asked.
"Well, I told them to go to bed, but they won't stop talking."
Mrs. Johnson smiled wearily. "How were they tonight?"
"They started out great, but then, you know, after dinner . . . not so great, I guess."
"Did you have to spank them?"
There it was: the subject Chris dreaded. Maybe he should deny spanking anyone, but then, what if Danny mentioned it? He was certain the Johnsons would disapprove. He began to explain, "Well, you see, they wouldn't go to bed, and it was this big thing, you see, and then they were in bed, only Danny, well, he got up, you see, and I kind of had to..."
Mr. Johnson began to shake his head disapprovingly. The laughter continued to grow louder in the back room. "Obviously," the man said as he looked down seriously at Chris, "You didn't do it right." Then, raising his voice, "Danny!"
There was instant silence in the house. The two boys had just realized that their parents were home. A moment later Danny crept meekly down the hallway. "Yes, daddy?" he whispered. Mrs. Johnson melted away, and Chris began to follow.
Mr. Johnson stopped him. "Stay a minute, Chris. Now Danny, did you not go to bed when you were told?"
"I did go to bed, Daddy." The eight-year-old was beginning to whine.
"But not when you were told?"
"I did go to bed, but I needed a drink."
"So you disobeyed and got up. Why didn't you ask Chris for a drink? And the rest of the night, do you think you were a good boy then?"
The boy responded in a near whisper, "I'm sorry?"
"Enough of that!" The father sat on the ottoman just behind him and beckoned to the boy. "Come here, Danny."
Danny was already crying as he approached his father. Chris watched in fascination. Then, to his surprise and delight, Mr. Johnson pulled down his son's pajama pants to his knees. The boys didn't wear underwear to bed, so Chris was staring right at the cute little bottom he had been sneaking glances at all night. Danny looked so cute and helpless with his pants at his knees and his bottom hanging out. His father pulled him over his lap, and the spanking began.
Chris was amazed at the force applied. From the very first smack Mr. Johnson raised his hand high above his head and brought it down swiftly and ferociously, snapping his wrist at the end for greater impact. Danny began to kick and writhe, and his crying turned to begging and pleading. His bottom was redder than Chris could have imagined. After about twenty hard smacks Mr. Johnson let Danny up. The little boy instantly threw his arms around his daddy's neck, and the man held him tenderly and whispered to him that he would be OK. Then he tugged up the pajama pants and directed the boy to apologize to his sitter.
Danny apologized very nicely to Chris, who of course accepted quickly. He reached out to ruffle the boy's hair, but Danny stepped in to hug him instead. Mr. Johnson was standing again and sent Danny off to bed for the third time. This time all was quiet in the back room. Mr. Johnson turned to Chris. "Do you think you can handle that if we hire you again?" Chris didn't know what else to say, so he nodded yes. Mr. Johnson assured him that things were really not that bad; at least the house was clean. He paid Chris and said goodnight.
As Chris walked the three blocks to his own house, he couldn't stop thinking of the sight of Danny's red bottom squirming on his daddy's lap. He thought of it as he lay in bed that night, and he thought of it all through the next day. He couldn't explain it, but he didn't stop fantasizing about spanking little boys. Through the confusion, one thought emerged clearly. If he had the chance to do it again, he would do it right. The sight of Danny's spanking so appealed to Chris that he was willing to risk some anger from parents in order to have the opportunity to be the one laying on those hard smacks, and especially to have that little boy writhing and struggling on his own lap.
The following week the Johnsons decided to hire Chris again. Mr. Johnson was certain things would go better after his demonstration, and he talked to Chris in the living room before they left. "Remember what I told you last week, Chris. We've giving you the authority, now don't be afraid to use it." Chris nodded solemnly, and the Johnsons headed out the door. There was no chance he would be afraid.
Once again, dinner went well. Afterwards Chris asked for help cleaning up, just like before, and, just like before, the two little boys disappeared. A shiver of excitement ran through Chris as he finished clearing the table. This was it! As the moment approached he could hear his own heart beating. He headed into the family room and found the boys watching a video. Without a word he switched off the TV.
"Hey, we were watching that!" Danny protested.
Chris looked him seriously in the eye, and the protest subsided.
"Danny, Travis, didn't I ask you two to help me clean up the kitchen?" No answer. "And you two came out here to watch TV instead?"
"We...we thought you were done?" Travis was grasping at straws.
"Be careful, Trav. I don't think that's the truth, is it? Now boys, I can't have you behaving as poorly as last week, so now I think I'll have to punish you."
"We'll be good, Chris," Danny chimed in. "Really, we will!"
"I'm sure you mean that, but last week when you weren't punished you ran riot in this house. I can't let that happen again, so I'm going to have to spank you.
Travis began to sob, "Please don't spank us, Chris, please!" Chris decided he had better do Travis first to get it over with. He sat on the couch and pulled the little six-year-old to him, standing him between his knees in front of him. The boy was wearing cut off jeans, and as Chris reached for the zipper his hands were trembling with excitement, causing him to fumble a bit. He slid the shorts to the boy's knees, but they continued to sag down to his ankles. Next he hooked the waist band of the briefs, pulling them to the knees, where they stayed. Travis' T-shirt hung just over his privates.
Chris swung the boy up and over his lap, and was delighted with the weight of the boy on him. The T- shirt rode a little ways up, and Chris pushed it further before wrapping his left arm around the boy's torso to stabilize him. He gazed down at the cute little bottom, pale white in contrast to the tanned back and legs. Suddenly Chris wondered if he could really smack so tiny a boy as hard as he intended, but he quickly overcame that thought. He wasn't about to mess up this chance again. Chris patted the little bottom a moment as though getting his aim, then raised his hand high and brought it down with a sudden crack. Travis squealed loudly and his whole body stiffened. If Chris hadn't had such a good hold he may have lost the boy. Adjusting his grip, Chris proceeded to smack the little boy hard. Travis kicked and wrestled, but he couldn't protect his little bottom. The pale white skin had turned firry red, and still Chris spanked on. He counted twenty smacks, just as he had seen the week before. By the end Travis had stopped fighting, but just lay still, shuddering at each smack and crying out for mercy.
When he was done, Chris stood the boy on his feet, and instantly he fell forward, grabbing at Chris. Chris was surprised to find that he enjoyed hugging the boy almost as much as he had enjoyed spanking him. Well, not really, he realized, but it was pretty neat. As he caressed the sobbing boy's back he glanced over at Danny, who watched with a somewhat sickened expression. Chris grew tense at the thought that he still got to do this one more time.
In a moment he pulled up Travis' pants and sent him over to the other chair. Then he beckoned to Danny. With one spanking under his belt, Chris had no more fears, and this time he got the boy's pants and underwear around his ankles with no trouble. As he wrapped his arm around the older of the boys, Chris figured it would be fair if he spanked him even harder. With that thought, he whaled on Danny with all his might, and was rewarded with considerable wriggling and howling. Danny's cute little bottom grew at least as red as it had the week before. He, like his brother, insisted on hugging Chris afterwards.
In fact, although Chris had expected the boys to resent being spanked, the fact was that they wouldn't leave his side after that. They climbed on him and wrestled with him, and they were perfectly well behaved. Chris was even a little disappointed when they went right to bed the first time he told them. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, however, were delighted. Chris told them about the spankings, and they clearly approved. The teenager was euphoric during his walk home. Now he had some actual experience on which to base his fantasizing.
The amazing thing was, word began to spread that Chris was a very good baby-sitter. Parents wanted someone who would spend time with the kids and play with them, someone they would enjoy, but also someone who knew how to keep order. The Johnsons were very positive in their description of Chris on both issues. Soon he was getting more offers than he knew what to do with. He worked hard to finish his homework during the afternoons, and often he got to sit on school nights. Every weekend night he was somewhere in the neighborhood, being paid to play with someone's kids.
He was making good money, and he was having a blast. Best of all, he had ample opportunity to live out his growing spanking fantasies. Most parents specifically told him he could spank the kids, and with the few that did not he took it for granted. No one ever complained. Some of the parents even said he could pull down pants. With those who talked to him about spanking, he took this for granted, and again, no one complained, even when he pulled down the pants of a cute little five-year-old who had never been spanked that way before. It was, after all, his third spanking that evening.
Mostly Chris sat for families with boys, but there were a few girls. He didn't really fantasize about spanking girls, and he was pretty sure he shouldn't bare their bottoms, but he spanked them when he had to, and he found it to be an intriguing break from the routine. A few families had paddles, and Chris learned to use different sizes of paddles. Mostly he still paddled bare bottom, but in one family there was a big paddle. He found that a hard swat bruised a bare bottom too easily, and he didn't like having to hold back. After that, he generally paddled that boy over jeans so that he could really haul off and swat him hard. When he wanted to see that boy's bottom, he just told him it wasn't as serious a spanking and he didn't need to use the paddle. One family even had a short leather strap, only about a foot long and an inch across, but Chris found it very effective on little boys' bare bottoms.
In spite of it all, Chris was very popular with the little kids in the neighborhood, and they loved to play with them. Now, when he looked at their bottoms, he could generally recall what it had been like to spank each individual one, and how that bottom had looked under the clothes. There were a few boys that he got to know fairly well, and when he sat for these he would play spanking games with them. He would pull them over his knees and swat them lightly, or sometimes hard enough to sting a little. Of course they were still subject to serious spankings if they misbehaved.
This never really upset them, and most of the kids loved him. They knew they had deserved their spankings, although Chris had to admit to himself that he had stretched the circumstances once or twice. There was a really cute six-year-old who never misbehaved. One day he didn't come in when called. As Chris got ready to spank him, the little boy protested that he hadn't heard Chris calling. Chris rather assumed that was true, but the little guy looked so cute and vulnerable that he just had to spank him anyway.
About a year after Chris started babysitting the Clark family moved into the neighborhood. Mrs. Clark called Chris and told him she was looking around for a sitter for their son Benny, during the afternoons after school. She worked four days a week, and she needed someone to stay with Benny for an hour and a half those days until she got home. Chris's mom thought it would be OK, so he went by to talk with the Clarks.
Benny was a rambunctious seven-year-old with a penchant for mischief. Mrs. Clark worried that a teenage sitter wouldn't be tough enough with him, but had heard good things about Chris. She was very anxious to impress upon him, however, that Benny required an especially firm hand. He often didn't respond to spankings right away, and if Chris was going to watch him regularly, he needed to be willing to follow through with him. Chris thought to himself that would certainly be no problem.
The first time he sat for Benny he had to spank him twice. He was an adorable little boy, and the first time Chris pulled down his pants he marveled at how round and plump his bottom was. It was greatly accentuated by his slim frame. Chris paddled him with the thin, flyback paddle Mrs. Clark had provided, and it took ten swats for Benny to start crying. As instructed, he kept going until Benny began to beg for him to stop, which happened around twenty swats. Chris added a few more extra hard ones to make his point, and afterward Benny was very apologetic, until he decided to kick Chris a little later, earning spanking number two.
Chris' main duty was to get Benny through his homework, which usually required a paddling. After that, he would play with the boy, which always meant wrestling. He started occasionally smacking the boy during their romps, usually getting a squeal in return. Benny loved the rough play. The Clark's were very glad for Chris' influence, and occasionally he stayed on for the evening so the tired parents could have a night off.
On one such day Benny was especially wild. During the afternoon Chris had to paddle him twice. The second time was extra hard. Still, Benny would not give in and obey. Chris threatened to get Mr. Clark's big belt. After the first month or two he had been told he could resort to this, but had never yet done so. Instantly, Benny was a new child. He begged Chris to just paddle him instead. He even got the paddle and pulled down his own jeans. Chris paddled him long and hard, and afterwards Benny hugged him and thanked him for not getting the belt. Chris would have to remember that for the future.
In the evening, with the homework done, Benny was delightfully well behaved. He and Chris played in the living room after dinner. After a particularly vicious tickle fight, Chris lay on the couch with Benny in his arms. Both were breathing heavily from their exertions. Suddenly, Benny lifted his head and looked Chris in the eye. "Chris, do you enjoy spanking?"
Chris was uncertain how to respond. "Why, do you need a spanking?"
Benny just smiled and shrugged. Then, after a minute, he added, "Cause you can spank me, if you want to."
Chris smiled. "I know. I have to spank you every day, you know."
"No, no. I mean right now. Just, you know, if you feel like it."
Chris wasn't sure where this was going. He reached around and gave Benny a playful slap. "There you go. How's that?"
"Come on, Chris! Really! Do you want to?"
This time it was Chris who shrugged. Danny stood up and pulled Chris to a sitting position. He started to bend over his knee, then paused and pulled down his jeans, wriggling to get his bottom free from his briefs. He lay across Chris' lap, feet dangling and head supported on the couch. Then he looked back up at Chris and smiled. "Go ahead, if you want to."
Chris gave the little guy a tentative slap, but he whined "Come on, harder." Chris began to deliver a series of sharp, stinging smacks. He was flicking his wrist, but not really slapping hard. For a few moments Benny lay still. Then he jumped up, leaned in to Chris, eye to eye, and whispered, "You can really spank me, you know? Hard!"
As the little boy hopped back over Chris' lap, the teenager couldn't figure out what was going on. On the other hand, he wasn't about to pass up so clear an invitation. Wrapping his arm around Benny, Chris drew back his hand and smacked for all he was worth. The boy grunted, but said nothing, and Chris continued to spank him as hard as he ever had spanked the Johnson boys. Suddenly it was clear to him that Benny, too, was enjoying this. He couldn't understand why, but it was all clear. As he continued spanking, Benny began to moan and writhe, but when he looked down, he saw the little boy smiling.
Now Chris understood why Benny needed to be spanked so hard. He enjoyed the sensation, and it was necessary to take him past the enjoyment so that he could feel the pain. The belt obviously did that quickly, while the paddle did it more slowly. Now, however, without the added sting of the paddle, Benny was purely enjoying the spanking he was receiving. He began to buck and whimper, but when Chris paused he begged him to go on. Chris smacked Benny longer than he had ever smacked any other kid, and he only stopped when his hand ached too badly to go on.
Immediately Benny jumped up and hugged Chris tight. Chris let his hand wander down the boy's back, and soon he was caressing his burning bottom. He couldn't believe how hot it felt. He had often wanted to soothe boys this way, but had never dared. Now he somehow knew it was alright. Benny just hugged him tighter.
As Chris rocked back and forth on the couch, his arms full of boy and his hand full of bottom, he was astounded at his good fortune. It had been wonderful getting the chance to spank most of the boys in the neighborhood, and that would still continue. But now, to have a boy who enjoyed it as much as he did, a boy he could spank any time without reason, this was beyond his wildest dreams. Furthermore, he was sure he would continue to have to paddle Benny just as often as ever. As the little boy nestled on his chest, Chris' thoughts turned to the belt hanging in Mr. Clark's closet. Some day, he thought. Some day.