It was the height of the summer school holidays and I had found myself in an unusual situation. I was singlehandedly looking after three boys for an entire week.
Nick, the youngest had come down to Sydney with his aunt from Queensland. He was 8 and was very cheeky. He was by far the most disobedient kid I had ever met. I guess I must have just connected with him, because when he was with me, he was quite good. He was an average build, not fat but not thin. I guess you could say he was half way between slim and stocky. He had dirty blond hair and hazel eyes. One of his favourite games was to lay across my lap and say swear words. I would deliver a play smack to his clothed bottom. The worse the word, the harder the smack. Although, it was never hard enough to cause any more than a gentle sting. Nick usually stood up afterwards and pulled his pants down, eager for a report on how pink his bottom was. He had a very spankable bottom. It was round, a little plump and soft.
James, my cousin from South Australia was 10. He was a ratbag, but genuinely good and very affecionate. He was thin and fit with golden blond hair and deep brown eyes. I often play smacked his little round as well.
Finally there was Christopher, the oldest of the bunch. He was 11, but was short for his age, which is why I formed such a deep affinity with him. He was slender with brown hair and brown eyes. He was fairly indestructable, often punching me in the arm to start a play fight. Wrestling, the rougher the better, was his favourite game. I had, on occasion, play smacked his small, perfectly shaped bum, the only time in which I got a reaction of "Ow!"
Nick and James both came from families that did not spank. Nicks aunt and uncle had abandoned the practice when their youngest son became a teenager in the late 80's. James' family didn't believe in it at all, although I had known James' mother to give him the occasional smack. James reaction was usually crocodile tears, despite the fact that our play smacks were normally harder. He was very cute and very good at playing the guilt game.
Christopher came from a less stable home. His father was a deadbeat and his mother did the best she could. He was the only one that I had been given clear permission to spank as I see fit, although I knew that he was smacked very rarely and no where near the severity of a spanking.
It was the middle of the week and the boys had settled in well. They all got on like a house on fire and despite the usual mischief, were not the handful I had imagined.
Early on Wednesday evening they were playing in their room after their showers. I was in my room watching TV when I heard a loud and un-nerving crash, followed by complete silence.
My first fear was that one of them had been hurt and my natural instict was to charge into their room, which is exactly what I did. The scene that greeted me was something directly out of 'The little rascles.' Three stunned boys standing near a now shattered window.
"What on earth happened?"
Silently, three guilty faces looked at me.
"I asked a question."
Gingerely, James spoke up. "Um... We were playing with Nicks baseball and it went through the window."
"You were what? After being repeatedly told not to play with that in the house. This is the exact reason it was ball games outside and outside only." I said firmly to all three of them. "All of you. Lounge room. Now."
Stunned at my sudden firmness, the boys just stood there. "Move!" Quick march, all three walked into the lounge room and sat on the lounge. After surveying the damage, I followed them in and stood in the middle of the floor and peered at them, my arms folded in front of me. All eyes were downcast.
"Look at me when I'm speaking to you. All of you." Slowly, all three heads raised to meet my eyes. "What am I supposed to do with you?" I asked rhetorically. "I guess I've got no choice but to ring your parents and tell them what happened and have them pay for the window."
"No, please!" Piped up James. He knew as well as I did that he would be grounded immediately the moment he stepped off the plane.
"What option do I have?" I asked.
After a moment of silence, Nick looked at me. "Can't you punish us?"
"Possibly, but it still leaves the question of the window. I'd be left to pay for that myself." After a few seconds of silence, I continued. "Alright. I'll punish you myself and pay for the window and your parents will never know about it." Their faces were now a mix of relief and uncertainty. "But, I'll let you three choose your punishment. You can either spend the entire day tomorrow confined to seperate rooms with no TV and no talking, or you can get a spanking."
James' and Nick's dropped to the floor. Christophers head dropped. "I'll leave you three alone for a while to think it over. Whatever you decide you all have to agree with. I'll be back in 5 minutes." With that I left the lounge room and returned to my bedroom and had a cigarette.
After I had finished my smoke, I walked back into the lounge room and confronted the boys. "Well?" I asked. "What's it to be?"
Eyes still downcast, they all answered pretty much in unison. "Spanking."
"Okay." I said, quietly. "James, you come with me, the rest of you wait here."
James looked at me, startled, but he obeyed me and followed me into my bedroom. I chose him to go first simply because I loved him dearly and although I wanted to be fair and give him a punishment equal to what the other two were going to get, I wanted his to be over and done with. I wanted to spare him having to listen to the other boys getting theirs on top of the anticipation of getting his.
Once in my bedroom, I closed the door behind me. "Okay, get undressed."
"What?" James asked, shocked. I had never seen James naked and he was obviously a little embarassed.
"Get undressed. All of it. You've got nothing on you I haven't seen before."
Reluctantly, James took of his t-shirt and his satin boxers and stood in front of me naked, his hands covering his privates. Tears had already started welling in his eyes.
I led him over to my bed by his arm, sat down and pulled him across my lap. I then raised my right knee, jacknifing his bottom, preventing him from clenching.
Resting my right hand on his pert little bottom and placing my left hand firmly in the centre of his back, I gave him two simple instructions. "Keep yoour hands away from your bottom and do not move until I tell you to. If yoou cover up or get up, you'll get his harder and longer." James nodded silently.
I raised my hand high and began spanking James' small, white bottom very hard. The impact took him by surprise and he gasped before beginning to sob unctontrolably. I spanked him in the middle of his bottom to start with and then began moving my hand in a semi-random circular pattern, making sure that I covered every inch of his bottom. I progressively spanked him harder and faster until his bottom was a shade of crimson it had never been before. With one last hard smack, I stopped. James was crying loudly.
Patting his red little bottom gently, I motioned fro him to get up. He sat on my lap and hugged me as I comforted him. However, the denim jeans I was wearing aggravated his sore bottom. He moved around until he was half kneeling on my lap with one leg either side of me and his arms around my neck. I gently rubbed his tender, red and very warm bottom up and down, my fingertips occasionally gliding over his anus.
After a couple of minutes, James had stopped crying and he leaned back slightly and looked at me with puppy-dog eyes.
"I'm sorry." He stammered.
"It's alright." I reassured him. With a couple more friendly pats to his left bum cheek I told min to get dressed again with a comforting voice. James got up slowly and gingerly bent over to put his boxers back on. As he bent down I got a glimpse of his anus. He pulled his pants up slowly and then put his shirt back on. As he opened the door, I told him to go and tell Nick to come in and then to go and sit in his room until I told him to come out.
About half a minute later, Nick appeard at my door with a cheeky grin on his face.
"Wipe that smile off your face and get undressed." I ordered. Nick, seeing I was serious, quickly removed his shirt and boxers.
Like James, I led him by the arm and pulled him over my lap, raising my right knee. I gave him the same stern instructions as I had given James. His silence spoke volumes.
I raised my right hand and brought it down hard in the middle of his round, soft bottom. Nick jerked slightly, but did not so much as gasp. I continued to spank him, hard and fast, covering his whole bare bottom with my hardest smacks. Nick did not even flinch. I realised that he was holding his breath. I built to a crescendo, landing a barrage of hard, stinging smacks to the midle of his bottom, the area around the anus and his tender sit spots. After landing the last smack dead centre, I let my hand rest.
Nick started breathing again. He was only sobbing slightly, but was silent otherwise. I gently rubbed his now crimson hide, my middle finger riding his crack. As I rubbed back and forth, up and down, Nick jutted his bottom further upwards, his cheeks separating slightly, just enough for my finger to glide over his hot anus.
A couple of light pats and he took that as his signal to get up and get dressed. Once again, he was slow in dressing. He kept looking back at me and he pulled his pants up very slowly, sticking his bottom out as he covered it with his boxers. I couldn't help but feel he was giving me a show. After he put his shirt on, he started walking to the door, rubbing his sore and sorry bottom.
"Go and tell Christopher to come in here and then go and sit in your room with James until I tell you to come out." With that, Nick disappeared, still rubbing his bottom.
A moment later, I heard the boys' bedroom door close and Christopher appeard at my door. He came in, closing the door behind him.
"Get undressed." I said. Christopher obeyed without hesitation, taking off his shirt and then his tracksuit pants. "And your undies." I said, pointing at his Spiderman briefs. As he pulled them down, I was surprised when his fully erect penis sprand out. Christopher made no effort to cover up as I led him by the arm and pulled him over my lap. I raised my right knee and parted his legs slightly. His round little bottom was sticking up, slightly spread. Just enough for his anus to be visible. His penis was pressing into my right inner thigh and when I placed my hand gently on his bottom, I felt his penis tense slightly.
After giving him the same instructions as the others, I began. The first smack hit the middle of his tender but firm, little white bottom hard. Christopher yelled as I continued to spank him hard and fast. He jerked around a fair bit, his penis rubbing against the inner thingh of my jeans. I spanked him very hard and fast, watching his bottom turn from white to pink. His bum cheeks rippled and jiggled as the blows struck, something that had happened with the other two as well. Chris was yelping and yowling as his bottom went from pink to crimson. As I built to my crescendo, Christopher was half yelping, half gasping as he continued to jerk around. As the last hard smack fell over his anus, Christopher jerked upwards. I could feel his penis pulsating as I rested my hand on his backside and began rubbing it soothingly.
Christopher was not crying, but he was breathing deeply and slowly, shuddering on the exhale as my hand caressed his hot little bottom, my fingertips gently touching is hole. I could feel it contracting and relaxing as his penis pulsated, gradually settling and then stopping. With a final gentle rub and a couple of gentle pats, a little firmer than the ones I gave to the other boys, Christopher got up, leaving a small wet patch in my right leg. His penis was still half stiff as he slowly got dressed.
"Go into your room with the other two and wait there for me. There's to be no talking. Make sure the others know that."
Christopher walked calmy out of the room. After he had left, I closed the door. I couldn't stand it any longer. I sat down on my bed, opened my fly and relieved myself. Given all the stimulation I had just had, three different boys lying naked across my lap, three different bare bottoms to spank so very soundly and three different little anuses to explore, and one little penis blowing its load over my leg, and three naked boys over my lap, inadvertantly rubbing my fully erect penis, it didn't take too long.
After I had finsihed I had a cigarette before walking into the boys' room and found them sitting in silence.
"Okay." I began. "I'll get the window repaired tomorrow and the subject is now closed. You can all come out whenever you like. But, kepp this in mind. I won't hesitate to do that again and if any of you act up, you'll find yourself over my knee again and your bare bottoms will be even redder than they are now."
With that, I left them. It didn't take long before I could here them, comparing battle scars and then getting on with the rest of their evening.
My hand was so sore.