I was a tyipical ten-year-old seeing out the last 6 months of 1989. During this time, my mother had joined a support group for sole parents and she went with a friend of hers, who was a single mother of a fourteen-year-old boy named Oliver.
I had been raised very gently. My mother had not even raised her voice to me, let alone a hand. Staying at friends houses overnight, I had often witnessed other boys getting a good, hard spanking over their father's knee. Being a kid, I just assumed that spanking was the sole realm of the father, and as I didn't have one, I never got spanked.
I couldn't help thinking about it, though. What would it feel like? Does it hurt as much as my friends made out?
Although I was genuinely embarrased watching other boys getting spanked, I couldn't keep my eyes off it when it happened. Part of me, that part that wasn't planning on making itself clear for the next couple of years, secretly enjoyed watching. I had always liked looking at other boys' bottoms. At first, it was just funny. But now there was something more to it. Seeing my rather good looking friends with their bottoms bared and upturned getting pounded with a hand that was bigger than the backside it was spanking, turning from pasty white to pink and then red, it excited me.
This particular night, my mother had left me with Oliver, as she usually did, and both mothers went off to their meeting. This evening, I was surprised to see another boy there. His name was Brad and he was 6. As it was getting into lat spring, light clothing was the go. I was wearing my soccer uniform as I had come straight from practice. Brad was still in his school uniform. Every time he passed me, I couldn't help notice how his shorts hugged the curves of his little bottom.
"Your mother says you need a bath tonight." Oliver said to me. "Brad needs one as well, so I think it would be better if I just ran one bath and both of you have one together."
"Okay." I agreed, as if it was no big deal. I couldn't believe my luck. I get to see Brad's bare bottom. Was the only thought that came into my head.
It was about 5:30 when I heard the bath running. Shortly afterwards, Oliver came out and told us to go and get ready for our bath, which we both did without any arguement. Brad and myself went into the bathroom and Oliver left us. As he closed the bathroom door behind him, he looked at me and said: "Make sure Brad washes properly." I guess as I was 10, he figured that I was old enough to be left unsupervised and that I could keep an eye on Brad.
I quickly stripped and hopped into the bathtub. Brad was taking his time. I watched as he pulled his pants down, revealing his perky little bottom. I wondered what it would be like to spank it.
We stayed in the bath for about 20 minutes, during which time we helped eachother by soaping up eachother's back and bottom. I kept my word and made sure he was properly washed. It was the first time I touched another boy's bare bottom and I liked it. It was also the first time another boy had touched my bottom. I really liked that.
We got out of the bath and went into Oliver's bedroom where our changes of clothes were. It was getting to be a hot night, so both Brad and myself decided to go around in only a pair of underpants. Brad was staying the night, but I was getting picked up at around 10:30 so I figured I'd get the rest of my clothes on later.
Later that evening, aroung 8:00, Oliver told Brad it was time for bed. Brad did not want to go to bed, and he let all of us know about this. He immediately threw himself into a tantrum, and that did not sit well with Oliver, who picked Brad up off the floor and promptly removed his undies. Oliver sat down on the lounge next to me and placed the naked 6 year old over his lap. I had a prime view of Brad's bottom as he assumed the position.
I was kind of shocked, but I figured that Brad's dad had given Oliver permission. Brad was kicking and I was asked to hold his legs down, which I did. Brad's upturned bottom was now only about a foot from my face. This was the best view of a spanking I had ever had.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Oiver's hand pounded into Brad's bottom hard. Brad's bottom turned pink almost straight away and faint handprints started to appear.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! After twelve, Brad had stopped kicking, but I still gept hold of his legs.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The last 6 and Olver was finished. He gently rubbed Brad's red bottom until his cries were down to dull sobs. I let go of his legs and Brad stood up gingerly, putting his underpants back on.
"Now got to bed." Was all Oliver said. Brad then ran crying into Oliver's bedroom where a fold out bed had been set up for him and slammed the door hard. Oliver stood up and walked calmly into his room. I stayed on the lounge, but to this day I wished I'd followed.
The next thing I heard was "Don't (SMACK!) slam (SMACK!) the (SMACK!) door!" SMACK! SMACK! Brad screamed and Oliver calmly left, closing the bedroom door behind him and then sat down on the lounge next to me and resumed watching TV as if nothing had happened.
I stared at Oliver, partly out of shock and partly out of admiration. It wasn't long before he noticed I was staring and he turned to catch my eyes.
"I'm sorry you had to see that. I know your mum doesn't spank you, but it's the way Brad is raised and I have to obey his dad's instructions."
"That's okay." I replied. "I've seen boys get a spanking before. Just never had one myself."
We sat watching TV in silence for the next 15 minutes. I turned so my bum was facing Oliver. I was secretly hoping I could get him to spank me. I thought that if he could see my bottom, clant only in a pair of cotton briefs, it would suggest it to him. But, after 15 minutes, nothing.
"What does it feel like?" I asked.
"What does what feel like?" Oliver aske in reply.
"A spanking. What does a spanking feel like?"
I think Oliver was a bit taken aback by my question. "It hurts." Was all he could say.
I kept pushing the issue. "Yeah, but what kind of hurt is it?"
Oliver was baffled by this stage. "I dunno, it's kind of a stinging, burning feeling."
"Stinging? Like a bee sting?" I could see by the look on his face he was getting impatient with my line of questioning. Finally, he asked the question I'd been trying to get him to ask.
"Look, do you want me to show you?" He asked, firmly.
"Show me? How?"
"Would you like me to give you a spanking?"
I wanted to answer 'yes' straight away, but I decided to play it cool. "Yeah, I suppose." Then I decided to rationalise. "Besides, Brad's not asleep yet, he'll be able to hear it and maybe he won't feel so bad if he hears me getting spanked. He won't feel like he's being picked on."
"Fair enough." Oliver said, matter-of-factly. With that, he pulled me across his lap and gently pulled my underpants down, sliding them all the way down my legs until the slipped off my feet, onto the floor.
I was now naked, laying across his lap. His right knee was raised and bottom was forced upward slightly. I rested my left elbow on the lounge and used my right hand to support myself, grasping onto Oliver's left leg.
Oliver placed his left hand firmly on the middle of my back and rested his right hand on my bare bottom. He had big hands and his right hand completely covered my bottom. He started rubbing gently.
"How old are you?" He asked.
"I'm ten."
"Okay," he continued. Three for each year of your age, that makes thirty smacks.
I was nervous, but also very excited.
Oliver raised his hand and the air hit my bare bottom. I could feel it all over my backside, even in my crack.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The first five were hard and well placed. I gasped and jerked a bit. I was kind of surprised at how hard they were.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Five more and I felt my bottom starting to warm up.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Ten more, harder than the first lot. I wasn't crying, but my bottom was burning. I could feel it all over my butt.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Thw last ten were in rapid fire and were the hardest of the bunch. My heart was pounding and I was breathing heavily. My bottom felt as if it were on fire.
Oliver again reasted his hand on my bottom and rubbed it gently as I composed myself. It felt so good having my bottom rubbed like that after a spanking that I stayed over his lap for a couple of minutes.
"Okay, come on." Oliver said with a couple of gentle slaps to my bottom. I took that as my cue and stood up. I walked into the bathroom and inspected the damage in the mirror. I'd never seen my bottom that red before.
I came back into the lounge room and laid down on my stomach on the floor in front of the TV. I didn't bother putting my pants back on. Oliver didn't say anything and I stayed like that for the next 2 hours.
The sound of a car engine echoed through the block of flats. "You'd better get dressed." Oliver said.
I stood up slowly, taking time to stretch and then pulled my underpants back on. I walked into Oliver's room quietly to get the rest of my clothes. I couldn't find them in the dark, so I switched on the lamp and was surprised to see Brad, fast asleep in the nude. He was completely uncovered and he was lying on his belly. As I go dressed slowly, I gazed at his pink little bottom. After I had got my shoes and sox on, I knelt down next to Brad and gently placed my hand on his bottom. It was still warm. I rubbed it a little and then patted it a few times, imaganing he was over my knee. One last rub before I heard the front door opening.
I came out of Oliver's room and greeted my mother. As we left, I turned to say goodbye to Oliver. "You be good." Was all he said with a suggestive look. I responded with an equally suggestive grin.
That night, I slept in the nude. I gently stoked, rubbed and patted my own backside and eagerly anticipated next week. I knew that Oliver would spank me. I also hoped that Brad would be there again.
To be continued...