About 25 years ago I took an October half-term holiday in Portugal, hiring a car for a week and driving at whim through the south of the country. One day in a remote part of Alentejo I crossed a bridge and spied a couple of boys swimming in the river about a hundred yards downstream. I stopped the car and made my way to their spot.
On seeing me they ran out of the water. They were as naked as the day they were born and brown as berries (to combine two clichés into a rather agreeable whole) – probably they had spent each long summer day frolicking like this. They were 11 or 12 years old, and could only be described as urchins – what a wonderful word! Wild, mischievous, sharp, fun-loving and probably thoroughly dishonest.... I had seen a gypsy camp a mile or so back and formed the opinion that they might well originate from there.
On seeing me get my camera out the two little rogues started cavorting in a thoroughly lewd and lascivious fashion, waggling their hips and pushing their bottoms at the lens. I took a few snaps and also took the measure of them. They were tough, handsome macho little boys with long brown hair and big hazel eyes. I formed a strong inclination to smack their rude little bottoms, and I gained the impression that this could be arranged for a price – they looked the sort of boys who would do anything for money.
There was no-one else around and I decided to make a bid towards my objective – at the very worst I might have to make an undignified run back to the car and disappear. Nothing ventured, nothing spanked! I took the younger of the two and showed him a few small banknotes, then tapped his bare little buttocks. There appeared to be some incomprehension, and there was a protracted conversation between the two. The older boy bent down and started smacking his own bottom, as if to ascertain whether this was what I wanted to do. I nodded and the two urchins gave me a strange look. There was more conversation, some of it probably not particularly complimentary to the middle-aged foreign gentleman who was proposing to beat their bottoms for payment.
It was clear that they agreed. They wanted the money first, but I said no. There was a convenient rock nearby and I sat down and spread the older boy across my knee. The younger one was hooting with laughter and pointing at the evolving scene. I never hurry a spanking, and I spent a minute running my hands over the sun-tanned little bottom I would soon be spanking, taking in the little urchins thighs and lower back at the same time. I was wearing shorts myself so there was a very intimate skin-on-skin feel to the spanking I was setting up - I could feel the warmth and wriggliness of the childs body. I pulled the skinny little childs legs wide apart to separate the buttocks and open the cleft, then landed a fairly gentle first spank. He took this with no reaction, so I increased the force for his second smack: he took it stoically. I could clearly spank hard – in fact I got the impression he was proud of his ability to take it. I gave his small muscular brown bottom six or seven more spanks, letting my fingertips curl into the sensitive skin in the cleft. I left no area of skin unspanked, then let him get up.
The smaller boy had been deliriously happy watching me spanking his friend, but seemed less keen on presenting his own rear for punishment. His friend almost dragged him over to me, and I laid him over my knee. He had a lovely little bottom: rounded and protruding, but without an ounce of fat. Again I spent a couple of minutes exploring the boys backside, getting the feel of its skin and muscle.
This time I started with a good hard smack right across both brown little bottom-cheeks. He squealed, and before I had time to consider my next blow the older boy delivered a stinging smack too. So we evolved a double act, alternating our spanks. The little victim seemed caught between pain and amusement. I made my spanks very low and probing, taking great pains to avoid the wrinkly little ball-bag. After he had received a similar beating to his friend I let him up.
Before I handed the two lads their money I insisted they presented their bottoms to me again for a good rub. I made them bend down and grasp their ankles, presenting me with a fine view of their buttocks, thighs and little organs. I put a palm on each boys rear and ran it over the silky skin, memorizing the shape of the two comely little backsides that had fallen into my lap so fortuitously. Then I delivered payment and returned to my car. Thirty minutes later I was in an old pousada (inn) where respectable English ladies were taking afternoon tea!