This, my second story, is the long intended and hopefully long anticipated sequel to my first story "A Spanker Is Born. I would like to write some more, or continuations to this one, but I need some help from you; please send me feedback, story suggestions, or suggestions for the continuation of this story. I hope you all enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. (Edited and resubmitted for formatting.)
"Come play with us Brian!"
"Don't interrupt
please, Aaron. Now Brian, here is the number where we and the Webster's
can be reached in an emergency. We plan on heading over to get dinner,
and then to take in a movie; we will be back sometime after 1," Mrs.
Singer said.
"Thanks for volunteering to watch Aaron and Jimmy
tonight."
"My pleasure, Aunt Karen."
"Thanks from us, too,
Brian. It will be good to have an evening to ourselves. Here is a
movie that the boys can watch tonight, and some money for you guys
to get pizza. Jimmy has been told that you are in charge tonight,
he shouldn't give you any trouble."
"Thank you, Mr. Webster. I'm
sure the boys and I will have a good time tonight. You guys go and
have some fun!" Brian said.
"If Jimmy gives you any trouble, you
know what to do," Mrs. Webster said.
"And the same goes for Aaron,
Brian" Aunt Karen said.
"Bye Aaron! Bye Jimmy!" the parents yelled
down the hall, as Brian ushered them out the door.
Having rid himself of the parental figures, Brian headed down the hall to order some pizza, before going to check on the boys. As he went about placing the order, Brian remembered the last time he had been in charge of the boys. He had thought long and hard about the excitement he felt in spanking the boys, and had reached a few conclusions: while he had been excited by spanking the kids, he had no _s_e_x_ual desires towards them. He might be a spankophile, but a pedophile he most certainly was not. Brian had also decided that if the opportunity presented itself to him, he would welcome the chance to spank the children, but it would not be fair to impose a spanking on the boys unfairly. As Brian got off the phone, he had to admit to himself that he was hoping some for some misbehavior on the part of the boys.
As Brian
paused a moment outside Aaron's room, his ear caught what sounded
to be a very animated discussion regarding what super powers would
be best to possess, if you could only choose three.
"...think
flying would be best, 'cause you could go where you wanted and spy
on people."
"Yah, but you would need invisibility too, or people
could see you flying in the sky."
Peeking into the room, Brian saw that the boys were laying down on the bed, playing X-Men on Aaron's new PlayStation. As the boys were facing away from the door, Brian stood there and watched them for a few minutes.
Jimmy was wearing a short- sleeved camo T-shirt, which was riding up to show a touch of skin along the curve of his back. Matching his top, his pants were a pair of dark brown cargo pants with loops and pockets down the side. They were too big for him, in keeping with fashion, so that the top of his white boxers were showing. His legs were bent at the knee, sticking up in the air behind him and waving slightly so that his sock covered feet were in view. Jimmy was entranced with the TV screen- all that could be seen of his face was the disheveled blond hair which outlined it, and a little pink ear poking out of the mess.
The other child on the bed, Aaron, was wearing a pair of blue jeans, and a black T-shirt with the picture of a wrestler splashed across the back. Aaron's hair was still showing the effects of the plastering it had underwent in order to suppress those much hated curls, but a few locks were managing to rebel. The boy's jeans, tight enough across the rump to give Brian a good impression of the flesh underneath, ended in frayed cuffs by Aaron's feet, stretched out on the bed behind him.
Ending
this reverie, Brian walked into the room and plopped down on the bed
between the two boys.
"The pizza will be here in a few minutes
guys. Whatcha talking about?"
"We're saying if we were superheroes,
what would be the best powers," said Aaron. "I think invisibility
would be best but Jimmy says that..."
"I think that shape changing
would be best, cause then you could do lots of stuff!" Jimmy interjected.
"What do you think, Brian?"
"Hmmm, those are both good ones, but
I have one better then either of those," Brian said after a moment
of thought. "You could use it to defeat anyone!"
"What is it?"
Yah, what is it Brian?"
"Well, I am not sure I should tell
you guys..."
"C'mon!"
Having gotten both boys full attention,
Brian sat up. "Well, ok. I would have to choose... TICKLING!" At this
announcement, Brian's hands darted to two armpits and he soon had
two giggling, squirming boys rolling around the bed. "Stop! Stoooop!"
the boys gasped.
"Ca-an't... Can't BREATHE!"
Just then the
doorbell rang.
"Saved by the bell, guys," Brian said as he got
up to get the pizzas. "Catch your breath, and come grab some dinner."
He couldn't help looking back and smiling at the two sweaty forms
he left collapsed on the bed.
After a dinner consisting of mixed parts stuffing their faces like starving animals, fighting over Brian's attention, and arguing over which game they would play next, the boys ran back to Aaron's room. Brian yelled down to them to get changed for bed before they started playing again, and to quit the rough housing. A few minutes later, Brian's cleaning was interrupted with a squeal of pain from down the hall. Racing to Aaron's room revealed Aaron howling in pain, with blood pouring out of his nose. Jimmy was doing his best to quiet Aaron down and to avoid crying himself. Brian couldn't help but notice that while Aaron had changed into a nightshirt, Jimmy was still fully dressed.
"What's wrong Aaron? What happened,
Jimmy?!?" Brian exclaimed as he rushed over to look at Aaron.
"We
<sniff> we were playing the wrestling game and then we started
wrestling and I accidentally hit Aaron in the nose with my knee and
it was an accident! I didn't mean to and I tried to help him!" Jimmy
rushed out.
"Owwwww! I think he broke it! It hurrrtts!" wailed
Aaron.
"Jimmy, go get a washcloth and run it under cold water,
then bring it to me," Brian ordered. "Go!"
As Jimmy scampered
out the door, Brian turned to Aaron. "You will be all right, Aaron,
we just need to stop that blood. Lean your head forwards and squeeze
your nose, it will help stop the bleeding."
At this point Jimmy
came flying back into the room, carrying the washcloth.
"Is he
okay, Brian?"
"Yes, he should be Jimmy. Go wait in Mr. and Mrs.
Singer's bedroom for me."
Jimmy began to argue, but at a look from
Brian he hurried out of the room.
"Here Aaron, let me."
Brian
replaced the crying child's hands with the washcloth and squeezed
his nose firmly.
"Now take this and keep squeezing. I will be
back in a second to get you cleaned up."
As Brian walked down the hall to get some paper towels to clean up Aaron's face, he thought over the situation. Jimmy had disobeyed, both by playing the game before he got changed and by rough housing; in so doing he had hurt Aaron. With some excitement over the prospect, and some regret, Brian decided that the younger boy had earned himself a spanking.
When
Brian returned with the paper towels, he found that the bleeding had
largely stopped. After wiping the blood off Aaron's face, Brian noticed
that Aaron's nightshirt had several spots of blood on it.
"Off
with that shirt, it'll need to be washed," he said.
Aaron pulled
off his shirt and handed it to Brian, leaving the child standing in
his white briefs.
"Looks like some blood soaked through your shirt,
buddy. You're going to need to change those underpants as well."
Shyly turning to the side, the youngster shucked off his briefs and passed them to Brian, to place with his shirt. As Aaron turned his back to get some new nightclothes on, Brian took the opportunity to admire the perfect lines of the young child's body. Thin little arms and shoulders, joined together by a line down his back. Brian followed that line down the curve of the spine, watched as it arched inwards at the small of the back before it jutted out into a small and tight behind, high over the child's slim hips. He watched as the twin globes of the boy's bottom merged into trim thighs and down into perfect little feet.
Aaron bent over to yank up his briefs, highlighting
his quite spankable bottom, before he turned around to speak to Brian.
"I'm okay now Brian, Jimmy really didn't mean to do anything."
Tearing
his eyes away from the boy's body, Brian nodded.
"I know he didn't,
Aaron. However he did disobey me, and because he did you got hurt.
I admire you speaking up for him, you are a good friend, but he has
earned himself a spanking. Why don't you stay in here and finish getting
cleaned up, while Jimmy and I have a talk."
Walking down the hall, Brian entered the master bedroom and found Jimmy waiting dutifully beside the master bed. Closing the door behind him, Brian jumped up on the tall four-poster bed. Pulling Jimmy close beside him, Brian lifted the child by his armpits and seated Jimmy on his lap.
"Jimmy,
I am not mad at you. Would you like to tell me what happened?"
"I
was just, umm... playing. I was kind of wrestling with Aaron and he
got hurt. Are you going to spank me for hitting his nose? It was an
accident!"
"No Jimmy, I am not going to spank you for an accident.
Did you do anything wrong?"
"I guess I shouldn't have been roughhousing..."
the child said dolefully.
"That's right, Jimmy. Anything else?"
After a short silence, Brian prodded, "Maybe something I told
you to do at dinner, before you started playing the PlayStation?"
"I should have gotten changed. I was gonna but Aaron said he could
beat me and I..."
"Aaron managed to get changed before he played.
Well Jimmy, what should I do with you? What would your father do?"
"Daddy would spank me, I guess... I'm sorry Brian!"
"Not as
sorry as I am, Jimmy," Brian said regretfully.
While he did not look forward to causing Jimmy pain, Brian knew that he was justified in punishing the child. On top of those feelings of regret, there was a growing sense of excitement, as the spanking grew near.
Brian placed his left hand on Jimmy's shoulder, and turned the child to face him. The babysitter looked deep into those blue eyes for several seconds, which felt like days, until a shiver from his young charge awakened him from his trance. Running his right hand down to squeeze the young boy's behind, Brian said, "I am going to spank you because you disobeyed me twice. You didn't get ready for bed like I asked, and you were rough housing as I asked you not to." Brian paused a moment and then said, "Let's get this over with."
Moving his left hand from the shoulder of the trembling child, and wrapping his other hand around Jimmy's waist, Brian unbuttoned the top of the boy's cargo pants and lowered his zipper. Reaching across Jimmy's chest with his left hand and grabbing the boy's right shoulder, Brian stretched further around with his right hand to grab the still pants- clothed left thigh. Pulling the boy's shoulder down, he lifted the child and pulled his legs around so that the Jimmy was properly positioned- bottom up, head to the left and legs to the right. As Brian lowered the child onto his lap, Jimmy assisted by stretching his arms out above him and his legs behind him, so that the child's body was supported by the lap underneath his chest, and the bed under his feet.
Looking down at the boy stretched out in front of him, Brian placed his left hand on Jimmy's back and used his right to slide the pants down the boy's legs; he had to reach, but he managed to push them completely off the boy's feet. After admiring the newly revealed Star Wars boxer shorts (complete with a picture of Anakin across the right cheek), Brian grasped the leg hole of those white boxers and yanked them down. Instead of the naked rear he expected to see, a pair of decorated briefs- Star Wars again- were clinging to Jimmy's tense backside. Smiling to himself at this evidence of childhood, despite the grown-up clothes the youngster had adopted, Brian slid his hand between the briefs and Jimmy's rump and prepared to remove the last bastion of the child's concealment. The fair haired boy, who had to this point lain there and stalwartly accepted his disrobement, turned to look up at his soon to be spanker with a tearful question in his eye. Brian answered this question by slowly sliding his hand down Jimmy's satin-smooth cheek- lowering the briefs to join the boxers, and then pushing both garments off and over the child's feet. With a sniffle, Jimmy returned to looking down at the bedspread beneath his nose, and Brian turned to look at the sight which presented itself.
The newly bared behind was as white as Brian remembered. With the support offered by the bed, Jimmy's bottom was raised into a well- pronounced curve; there was a crease at the bottom of the boy's fanny, where it joined with his thighs. Brian squeezed the thigh farthest from him, and ran his hand up the leg until it rested squarely on the child's right cheek, with his thumb lying a little inside the child's crack. Slowly kneading the firm surface, Brian pushed the child's camo T-shirt farther up his back. He pushed Jimmy's shoulders down until they released their tension, then transferred his hand to rest on the boy's flank, and pressed it firmly into the baby fat which still existed there.
Having relished the moment as long as he could, Brian rubbed the child's rear firmly and then swiftly raised his hand.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
Brian laid the spanks randomly across the small bottom. The child was small enough that the adult hand could almost completely cover a cheek.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
Varying up the timing a little, Brian concentrated on the left cheek, and then applied the same treatment to the right...
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
Jimmy was now crying freely and began to squirm around the lap he occupied, as the heat built up in his rear. Brian lowered his left elbow to press down onto his charge's back, and looked at the progress he had made. The formerly pristine bottom was now dark pink across the upper part of his cheeks. Brian laid his right hand so that it lay across the freshly spanked bottom. While the boy was warm all over, there was a distinct difference in the temperature of the warm flesh under Brian's left hand and the heat which radiated from the Jimmy's behind. Done with this musing, Brian resumed the spanking, this time paying attention to the tender spot he had found the first time he spanked, where the child's bottom began curving down to join his thigh.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
Jimmy was now sobbing, and the resistance had gone out of his body. After placing a few more spanks along the lower portion of Jimmy's behind
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
in order
to bring it to the same color as the rest of his rump, Brian began
gently rubbing his bottom.
"It's okay Jimmy, we are done now.
Hush, it's okay, we're through."
Brian spoke to the boy calmly, and continued to rub his flaming behind, until Jimmy began to get control of himself and appeared ready to sit up. Lifting the boy under his arms, Brian raised Jimmy until he was suspended over the side of the bed, and then pulled him back into a sitting position on his lap. Pulling the child's head into his chest, Brian slowly rocked Jimmy until he had ceased his crying. Taking hold of Jimmy by the shoulders, Brian turned the child to look at him.
"I am sorry
I had to do that. Hopefully this will help you to remember to listen
to grown-ups next time. Are you ok now?"
"Uh-huh, I'm ok now,"
the wearied child said as he pulled an arm across his face to wipe
at his gummy nose. "My bottom hurts."
"Yes, I suppose it does
kiddo. Are you ready to go out and apologize to Aaron?"
"Yah.
Umm, Brian, do you still like me?"
"Of course I do! I love
both of you guys!" Brian said, hugging the child. "You were bad and
you were punished, all that is forgiven now."
Jimmy hugged him
back. "I'm gonna go tell Aaron sorry now."
"Okay kiddo, and go
ahead and change into your night shirt too, please."
As the lad nodded, Brian jumped off the bed and lowered Jimmy to the floor. After watching the red rear end run off towards Aaron's room, Brian gathered up the rest of the clothes and straightened the bed. When he peeked into the children's room, Jimmy was changed into a big night shirt and the children appeared to have made up.
"You guys ready for
a movie? I think Mr. Webster left us 'The Phantom Menace' to watch,"
Brian said, with a grin at Jimmy.
Brian settled down on the living room couch to watch the movie with a boy snuggled up on either side of him. Before he knew it, Jimmy had stretched out on the couch with his head in Brian's lap. As the tired boy pulled Brian's arm down to wrap under his arm and lay across his chest, it became evident that the small child had not bothered to replace his underpants when he pulled on his shirt. As the movie progressed, Aaron pulled his feet up under himself and leaned up against his older cousin. Brian reached down to rub Aaron's cold feet, and ended with his hand wedged between the sleepy fellow's bottom and his feet. In fear of a cramp, Brian moved his other hand from across Jimmy's chest and warmed it atop the remnants of the night's previous spanking. At the end of the movie, a movie Brian had barely noticed, he broke out of his rapture and quietly gathered Jimmy up in his arms. Taking the sleeping boy to Aaron's room, he pulled back the covers and laid him across the mattress. Returning for Aaron, he found that the sleepy boy had curled up on the warm spot previously occupied by Brian. Repeating the procedure, he pulled his young cousin into his arms and transferred him to the bed across from Jimmy. After tucking the covers around the children, Brian turned off the room light, and stood for the longest time admiring the sleeping cherubs by the light of the hall.