A rewrite of the spanking scene in the movie 'The Toy', starring Richard Pryor as Jack and Scott Schwartz as Eric, the nine or ten year old boy under Jacks care.

Jack sat before a breakfast prepared for a king, all laid out before him on freshly polished silver trays and containers. He smiled and spread the knapkin across his lap, eyeing the cherry topped grapefruit sitting in a crystal dish. With a sliver spoon the hungry man dug in to its side, humming happily and revelling in this rare moment of peace. The boy was asleep, the house was quite and he was alone to enjoy his breakfast for once, he thought to himself.

As he dug deeper, the dish holding the grapefruit quivered. His face froze in uncertainty, staring first at the dish, then at the table cloth pulling itself from the table. The silver tray bearing the tea and milk slipped first crashing to the floor, then the large domed platter keeping his breakfast warm tipped over next, clanging heavily. The rest followed while he watched, spoon hovering in his hand, his mouth agape.

"Huh?!"

The childish giggles were unmistakable.

"What the?"

Jack jumped from his seat and reached beneath the table where he found the boy curled up on the tables underside.

"I've had it." Jack squalled, snagged Eric's arm and dragging him from beneath the table, "I've had it with you." Jack stated, holding the squirming youth around his belly, "This is it!"

"Hey!," Eric squalled, putting forth his best effor to escape. "Put me down!"

Jack ignored the boys pleas, swiping at a small card table in his path as he made his way across the room with the boy.

"This...is...it!" Jack stated and reached between the boys legs to manuever him across his lap as he sat back on the overstuffed 'hand chair' that was one of the many useless toys the spoiled boy owned.

"Put me down!" Eric hollered.

"No!" Jack declared and sat back. A digusting sound erupted beneath him.

"What...what is this?" Jack reached back and pulled a whooppie cushion out from beneath him. Eric continued to squall, squirming in his hold. Jack held the whoopie cushion up for a few seconds, as if in disbelief and studied the boy. Eric was wearing a blue and white bold striped shirt, which was pulled up now around his arm pits and exposing his belly and ribs and tight dark blue jeans.

Jack had considered spanking the boy many times in the past few days, frustrated with his behaviour and pranks, but this had been the closest he had come to it, with the boy drapped across his lap. Jack discarded the cushion and reached to position the boys jean clad bottom, placing his hand on Erics left buttock.

Eric realized Jacks intention then, feeling the hand on his backside and intensified his squirming, pleading, "Don't spank me jack, don't!"

Jack raised his hand, hesitating, watching the boys bottom squirm for a few moments before he let the second thoughts make his decision for him and he let the boy up from his lap, grabbing his arms as he stood.

"Whats wrong?!" Eric squeeled.

"Whats wrong?!" Jack repeated, studying the freckled faced youth, "You really don't know what whats wrong do you?"

Eric only stared, his small face showing no concerning or remorse for destroying Jacks breakfast. Jack may have hired himself out to be nurse maid or a toy for this little rich brat, but his breakfast was sacred and the early morning hours were his. Ten thousand dollars...twenty thousand dollars wasn't enough to have that taken from.

"Then you should be taught what's wrong." Jack decided and reached to the young boys waist.

"What are you doing!" Eric jerked back, staring at Jacks fingers.

"You want me to stay?" Jack stared up at the boy.

Eric said nothing at first, his eyes forlong and filled with uncertainty.

"Do you?"

"Yes," Eric responded, his thin lips curled, "But..."

"But, you need your butt smacked." Jack simply stated, waiting for the words to sink in. Eric looked down for a moment, without saying a word, then took a step towards Jack, dropping his hands to his sides in acknowledgement.

Jack reached up again towards the boys middle, studying the sad freckled face as he began unbuckling the youths belt.

"Are you gonna spank me hard?" Eric asked softly, watching his jeans being unsnapped, his body limp and moving with every motion of jacks fingers.

"Yes," Jack responded, unzipping the boys pants, "Yes because I have to, you know?"

Eric bit into his lower lip and reached to put his hand on Jacks shoulders to steady himself while the man manuevered his pants from his hips. He felt his pants come down to just below his kneecaps, then felt Jacks fingers on the waistband of his briefs.

Jack stuck his thumbs into the little boys briefs and worked them down the smooth, slender legs until they laid with the jeans. Eric stood silently, his fingers still on the mans shoulders, his eyes staring down and nowhere. Jack looked up at the boy for a second, once again having second thoughts. When he looked back down just before manuevering the boy back over his lap, he noticed the boys penis like a miniscule javelin, jutting from between his clenched legs.

Eric went over his legs without struggle this time. Jack positioned him and gazed at the small buttocks, smooth and milky, two perfect mounds ready for whatever punishment Jack dealt out.

Without another moments hesititation, Jack raised his hand, then brought it down on the boys little bottom. Eric stifled a grunt and jerked slightly against Jacks lap. A pinkish hand print erupted across the white flesh a few seconds after impact.

"How many?" Eric asked softly.

Jack smacked again, covering both cheeks with the palm of his hand.

"Twenty" The man responded and slapped the boyish cheeks again.

Eric hissed and clenched his buttocks.

Jacks hand came down hard and loud, nearly resounding in the room, with such a sting it forced Eric to raise on his hands and cry out, clenching his buttocks and legs to fight the pain.

Jacks reached around and placed his hand on the boys fingers to hold them to the couch and slapped the boys bottom again, this time much harder. Eric cried out, wincing.

Jack then traded off slapping first the cheek closer to him, then to the right cheek, smacking the boys bare leg. Eric began a steady crying while his bottom received the stinging slaps from his 'Toys' hand. He raised up from Jacks lap to the full legnth of his arms and jerked against each blow, feeling the tears slip from his eyes.

Jack watched the boy buttocks clench and unclench with each blow, turning a dark red with every new smack of his hand. Eric was rocking steadily, back and forth and the man could see the boyish erection still rigid and jutting from beneath him, waggling with each blow.

Jack wasn't satisfied. The boy was crying, yes, but he wasn't sure this mere spanking would cause the boy to remember.

Jack gave the boy a little lift and manuevered his own right leg out from beneath him, then clenched it up against the boys legs, still holding the small hands with his left hand firm against the couch. He then reached to the boys pants and grabbed a hold of the belt.

"What are you doing?" Eric asked, concerned, turning with a wet face filled with uncertainty.

"I'm going to use the belt on you. I think you'll remember for sure with that," Jack stated simply and pulled the belt from the boys pants.

Eric began howling then, squirming desperatly to set himself free. Jack had a strong hold of him, and once he had the belt folded, he begain lashing the boys bare buttocks as hard as he could. The *CLACK* of leather against tender boyish bare flesh mingled with Erics desperate squeals filled the room. Jack lost count and didn't care. He only wanted to whip the boys butt until there would be a guarantee he wouldn't forget and if it meant welts and bruises, so be it.

Eric was standing fully now, thrusting his middle forward to ward of the blows from the belt, his penis no longer erect but flapping freely and limp between his legs.

Then the whipping ended. Jack dropped the belt to the floor and released Erics wrists. Eric stood a few moments, bawling, rubbing his butt with both hands. Then he allowed Jack to pull him towards him and Eric wrapped his hands around Jacks neck and continued to cry.

"I love you Jack," Eric whispered, his tears soaking into Jacks pajama's.

"I love you too Eric," Jack responded, rubbing the boys back, then slipping down to his red, welted buttocks...