PART ONE OF THE ANGUS TRILOGY
I had known Angus for about three years. He was a regular into my comic book store since the time he was ten. A cute, skinny kid with bright red hair, and a kind of dirty complexion that gave away the fact that he was not from a wealthy family (in other words, he was poor).
Angus was in town to live with his father because his father, Eddie, was a pushover. He was the kind of guy who would party with my friends at the college, and not think twice if his little boy was home at a decent hour. Angus like living with his Dad because he could get away with a lot of _s_h_i_t_.
I got to know Angus pretty good one weekend early on when he went to go to a comic book convention with me out of town. He had asked his Dad if it was all right if he could stay over, since we had to leave so early to make it to the Convention in Rochester. Eddie didn't care, and so for one night I had little Angus all to myself.
I remember it really well. We had dinner from Wendy's, and rented THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK. About half way through, Angus asked if we could pause it. "Why?" I asked. "It's time for me to take my bath," he said, matter of factly. Even though he loved living with his father, he still was a responsible child that was basically raising himself. It was kind of sad, actually.
So, I paused it, went and found a towel, and off he went to the bathroom. "Don't lock the door," I said. "Why?" he asked. "What if I have to pee?" I asked. "Pee outside," he laughed, closing the door, but not locking it.
It was about this time that Angus and I started talking, through the closed door. I asked him about his family. His mom had remarried, and he was very fond of his little half brothers and sisters. He said that he would love to still be living with them, if his step father wasn't such an asshole - that was the real reason he opted to live with Eddie.
The talk got pretty serious, as he started going into how his stepfather was big into humiliating him and beating him viciously with a belt across his back and thighs. About this time I went a head and opened the door; I could tell he was crying, but trying his best not to let me hear him.
I walked over and knelt next to the tub and started rubbing the back of his red head. He just looked at me with the most pathetic and hurt look a little boy could have. I could tell he had been dying to tell someone, but no one cared and no one listened, until he met me.
I just sat there next to the tub as he calmed down. At some point I took the bar of soap and began washing his back. At first he tried to cover up his crotch, but soon he didn't care, and he closed his eyes and enjoyed me scrubbing his bare back. I then told him to sit up on his knees, so that I could wash his butt. Without hesitating, he trusted me enough to do just that, as he leaned into the wall of the tub, sticking his bare ass out over the waters edge.
I really took my time scrubbing those cheeks, and when i was done, and he sat back down, he was very proud to point out that he now had a boner! "Careful where you point that thing!" I jokingly said.
After about another ten minutes, it was time to get out. I got a towel and wrapped him up in it. By this time, we were onto talking about comic books. There was one book that I had (Dark Knight #1) that he really wanted.
"Well maybe on your birthday," I said, helping to dry him off. By now, his pecker was limp again, and flapping around as he was being dried.
"It's my birthday next week!" Angus chimed in.
"No it's not!"
"Yes it is! I'm turning eleven," he said, with pride.
"Well, if you're turning eleven next week, then it must be time for your birthday SPANKING!" I said, tickling him under the arms, as the towel dropped to the floor.
"Only if I get the Dark Knight!" he said, giggling, as he tried in vain to retrieve the towel.
"All right then," I said, picking him up , and flinging his nude body over my shoulder. He screamed out in half delight and half horror, as his naked crotch was spread wide over my back.
When we got to the living room, I plopped him down over my lap, and positioned him in the right way. My left hand held him down, while I put the right over his pale white cheeks. He stopped his wiggling and readied himself for the upcoming birthday spanking...
"You're going to use your hand, right?" Angus said, _c_o_c_k_ing his head around, not to look at me, but at my hand on his bare rump.
"Yeah," I said, raising it up. "You sure about this?" I asked, giving him a last minute out if he wanted one.
"I get the comic, right?" he asked, now looking at me in the eyes. Both of us had our hearts racing. This was pretty exciting, I had to admit...!
"Yeah, it's yours," I said, knowing full well that I already had five copies of the book, including one reprint.
"Go for it, dude!" he said, tilting his head back around, and tucking it under his arms, as moments later the first SPANK! connected.
Those first five came very slow...SPANK!...SPANK!...SPANK!...SPANK!!...with each one gaining in painfulness. At the fourth one he arched his back up a bit, and by the fifth, he had turned his head to say, "NOT SO HARD! NOT SO HARD!"
My hand answered with another five, this time much harderer, and much-much faster...SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!! He butt was bright red now, as he struggled not to bring his hand to cover his blazing bottom.
"OOOOUCH!" he cried out. "Only one more!" he said.
SPANK!!! I answered, with a really hard slap across the sweet spot at the base of his little red cheeks.
"Now the ones to grow on!" I said, as he cried out, half in pain and half from laughing...I had begun ticking him under his arms at this point, as I starrted again, alternating between the slow ones and the fast ones. I hust have given him another fifteen.
When I was done, his butt had the well-spanked look that use to be so popular with families. He had tears running down his cheeks, but he didn't CRY out. We just stayed there for about ten minutes, just like that. And, in fact, when it came time to watch the rest of the Star Wars movie, he asked if he could still stay like that.
"Sometimes I sleep naked," he told me, swearing me to secret. "Daddy doesn't even know!"
When EMPIRE was over, he curled up in my lap like a little (naked) puppy and salivated over the Batman comic book. His hard-on had returned, but neither of us made mention of it.
That wasn't the last time that Angus was able to get a comic book off of me like that. He got better at negotiating for the product. He always tried to get less spanks, and more covering on his rear end. In the end, it never minded. He would be naked, and his ass would get a pounding, and he would limp home with another comic from my collection. This went on for about two and a half years, until he outgrowed them.
During that time, though, there were many wonderful nights where he would crawl in bed naked beside me, with his bare red butt needing to be rubbed gently by the same hand that had assaulted it.
In PART TWO...Angus gets spanked for real!