It was a week later and time for another one of my mother's meetings. This time, we were running late and Oliver's mother was waiting in the driveway. I got out of the car and she got in.
"Just go straight up." She said. "Oliver and Brad are upstairs."
As my mother drove off, my mind went to one thought. Brad. I bounded up the stairs and knocked on Oliver's door. He opened it an I walked inside, pleased to see Brad sitting on the lounge in his school uniform. I was in my soccer uniform and I knew that I would once again get to share a bath with Brad.
Oliver was dressed up to the nines, which was surprising. I asked him what was up with the fancy duds.
"I've got a party to go to tonight." He told me. "You'll be taking care of Brad until I get back, which will be about eight o'clock. I'll order a pizza when I get home."
"Won't Brad be in bed by then?"
"No, he has tomorrow off school. Staff development, so he can stay up late tonight. I want you to both have a bath, I've already run it, so do that now. I've got to go."
As Oliver hurried for the door, he turned to me and said the words I've been longing to hear.
"If brad mucks up, pull his pants down and spank his bare bottom."
I didn't have time to respond as Oliver was out the door before I had time to pocess the information.
Brad and myself walked into the bathroom and began to undress. We climbed into the tub together and began washing each other and splashing around. Afterwards, we got out and walked into Oliver's room to get dressed, but then the plans changed.
"Why don't we just go naked?" Brad asked.
"Okay." I responded enthusiastically.
We were in the lounge room when it happened. We were play-wrestling and Brad got carried away, delivering a sucker-punch to my face. It wasn't hard, but it was hard enough.
I dragged him across my lasp and restrained him, forcing his bottom up in the air.
"No! Please!" Brad pleaded.
Without a response, I raised my hand as high as I could get it. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I landed six hard ones in the centre of his backside. I didn't have the same strength as Oliver, so Brad didn't cry, although I had managed to turn his bottom a pinky hue. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Six more and Brad was actually laughing at me. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The last six were as hard as I could. Brad rolled off my lap onto the floor, gripping his bottom, giggling.
It wasn't long before I cottoned on. He thought it was part of the game, so why not make it a game? We started chasing each other, pinning each other down and delivering soft but stinging smacks to each other's soft, pert buttocks.
Brad had me on the lounge, straddled over my shoulders, his bottom on the back of my neck. He'd grabbed a wooden spoon from the kitchen before hand and now had me pinned. I turned my head, but all I could see was one of his butt cheeks, which was pink from the smacks I had delivered.
Without warning he started spanking me as hard as he could with the wooden spoon. I cried out in pain, but I didn't resist. Besides, although it stung, he was only 6 and couldn't hit that hard. Also, I was enjoying it thoroughly.
After he landed about twenty, I threw him off, grabbed the spoon and grabbed a hold of his legs and flipped him over. Brad stuck his bottom up and I began laying into it hard and fast.
It was then that Oliver walked in. The site that greeted him was a naked six year old on the lounge being spanked with a wooden spoon by a naked ten year old with a pink backside.
"What the hell's going on?" Oliver asked, shocked.
Stunned at his arrival, I stood up. "Just playing." I answered.
"I'll show you just playing." Oliver said, authoritatively.
With that, he walked over to the lounge, picked Brad up and placed him over his lap. He then proceeded to spank him like I have never seen. Brad screamed in pain as Oliver's hand landed blow after butt blistering blow. It wasn't long before Brad's little bottom was a deep and angry shade of red.
Oliver let brad up and he ran screaming into the bedroom. Oliver then grabbed me and put me over his knee. Picking up the wooden spoon, he held me down tightly.
Then I felt it. Spank after stinging, burning spank landed with perfect aim. Oliver wielded the wooden spoon hard and fast, breaking through my pain threshhold. I lost count of the spanks and the seconds as Oliver continued relentlessly.
I thought it would never end. Oliver hit my bottom with the wooden spoon so hard that the sound of wood hitting naughty little bum drowned out my yowling.
After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably more like three minutes, he stopped. My entire bottom, from the top of my crack, to the bottom of my sit spot and from hip to hip was on fire. I was crying to hard to move.
Oliver picked me up and then placed me over the arm of the lounge. He then removed his belt and folded it, gripping the buckle.
"Now I'm going to give you a taste of what'll happen if I catch you absusing disciplinary rights again."
WHACK! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!" WHACK! "OOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!" WHACK! "AHHHHHHH! PLEEEEEEASE! STOP!!"
"Get up." Oliver ordered.
I stood up, my backside burning hot.
"Go to the bedroom and settle down."
I walked into his room and looked at myself in the mirror. My whole butt was dark red. I laid on Oliver's bed and cried it out when I felt a gentle hand on my bottom. Brad was rubbing my bottom gently, soothing the pain.
After a minute or so, I returned the favour, gently rubbing his hot, dark pink bottom.
Later that night, home in bed, my hand once again stroked and caressed my sore, red bottom. This time, something else happened. My little penis suddenly stood up. At first I was a bit scared, but then I realised that it felt good, so I started to rub it. It felt really good to rub it up and down and I wondered what would happen if I kept rubbing it...
The End.