This is my second story. Its also based on a real event.
It was 1967. I was 16 years old and spent quite a bit of time playing tennis at the Kew Gardens Tennis Club in Toronto, right at the lakeshore. It was a great summer day and Id just started playing with a friend of mine. Neither of us was working that summer, so we were a little short of money. We tried to get tennis balls to last as long as they could, but that day it was my turn to provide new balls. Wed just started playing when I hit a ball that went over the fence and lay at the side of the road behind the court. A young boy was just driving by on his bicycle, so I called to him "hey bud, can you throw over the ball please." I was a little stunned to see him take a look at me, grab the ball and then ride off as fast as he could, along the grass toward the lake.
My reaction was reflexive and immediate. I instantly started running all the way around the 10 courts to get to my bike as this kid had a significant head start. He was going to be out of sight and I had to catch up. Chasing him seemed a bit silly, but I really wanted the ball. I wasnt in the mood to have to buy a new can because of this brat. If he wanted an old one to play ball with, all he had to do was ask. I got on my bike and just started pedaling in the general direction I had seen him ride. I certainly had got a good look at him. Thin, blonde, tanned, black swimsuit. After pedaling for a few minutes, I caught a glimpse of someone that looked like him. Bingo! I had him in my sights, rode furiously and started catching up. I just yelled "hey kid, give me back that ball". He just kept riding like a bat out of hell, but I was older and stronger and kept getting closer. Finally, he turned and threw the ball at me. I was very close now and didnt stop to pick up the ball. I had no idea what I was going to do, but I didnt want the little bugger to just get away with it. I caught up to him in an instant, cut him off and pulled him off his bike.
If he could have managed a 5 letter word like sorry or something, I think I would have just sent him on his way and told him not to try anything like that again. But most words that came out his mouth had four letters. He used every insult Id ever heard, and some quite unique ones. I had a hold of his arm and told him we were going to sit on the park bench and talk. He then decided to kick me in a tender spot and I quickly decided that something other than talking was necessary. I lifted him up by his waist, sat on the park bench and placed him across my lap. I had one hand holding him in place and one hand resting on his small, still wet speedo-clad bottom. His insults had stopped. Now he was shouting "No. I wont do it again". By this time a substantial crowd had gathered. I felt the need to explain. "Hes a thief and he doesnt seem to understand that its wrong." Anyway, by some comments and looks, I concluded that I had the crowds approval. I lifted his suit up a bit to tighten it and gave him one resounding whack on that wet suit. The sound seemed to echo throughout the park and a bunch of kids who had been playing nearby, came running over grinning broadly. By the sixth whack, it seemed everyone was applauding, including the kids. This was becoming quite surreal. I knew the spanking was having a significant impact as my hand was sore and he was crying loudly, but I felt that a little more impact was required. I placed my fingers inside the suit and looked up at the audience for approval. A few heads nodded and I heard the odd "go for it". I lifted him a bit and yanked down the suit against his loud protestations. His bottom was now very warm to the touch and bright red. The kids in the audience were jumping up and down in seeming orgasmic delight. This was clearly better than the circus. I proceeded to give the boy 6 hard whacks on his formerly white bottom. I told him it was over and he could go home. He didnt say a word, lifted his suit, and rode off. I noticed that his bottom never touched! the sea t as he rode away.
I then retrieved the tennis ball, went back and completed my tennis game. I won.