Hey! I'm Don. I'm 16, and I'm a 6'3" male in the 10th grade. I have muscles from always doing physical activity. I'm thin, my voice is average when it comes to the deepness of a 16 year old male's voice. I'm really good at physical activity. My hair is short and blonde, and I have blue eyes. I'm known as the coolest kid in my school (not to brag or anything), and (also not to brag on this) girls in my school think I'm so good looking I'm h_o_t. Tons of the most beautiful and h_o_t c_h_i_c_k_s are always swarming all over me and looking to be my girlfriend. I already have a girlfriend, and she's the most popular girl in school. It's hard to tell that to all those other h_o_t and s_e_x_y and beautiful girls, but I don't want to be known as Don the dude who cheats on girls. Then I'll never get a good girlfriend! That would go through the whole school in no time being that I'm known as the coolest guy in school! I'm in 10th grade, and I'm a sophmore in high school. It's my 2nd year of high school, and it's fairly easy. I can handle it.
But enough about me. Let's get to the story. It was a usual Saturday. I woke up, showered, and got dressed into jeans and a T-Shirt. I brushed my teeth, combed my hair, put on deodorant, and put on my sneakers. I went downstairs, and ate breakfast. That cheese omlette and orange juice were okay. In the dining room, while I was eating my breakfast, my said,
"Don, I know you wanted to go out skateboarding on the street today, but I'm afraid that I can't let you do that." I felt dissapointed and bummed out, but I kept my cool.
"Why? I didn't do anything to get grounded did I?" I asked.
"No," my mom answered.
"It's not you. Your aunt Leah called, and she has to go out of town for the night, and your uncle Brett can't watch James because he has to go with her. They can't find anyone to babysit James, so they begged me to get you to do it. They said that if James misbehaves, just spank him any way you want just as long as it's on his bare rear end because that's the only way he learns. Sorry, Don, but it looks like you're stuck babysitting. James will be here in 10 minutes." I groaned. I just wanted to do my usual weekend thing and go out skateboarding, but now James was standing in my way!
"Why can't you do it?" I asked.
"I was invited to go with your aunt and uncle, and I'm going with them."
My aunt Leah and uncle Brett are husband and wife, and James is their 12 year old son. James is my little cuz. Even though he's 12, he still get's spanked because he's always in big trouble. He's been in court, he's been arrested and then brought home to his parents, and that was many times! Being 12, he complains and says he's too old to be spanked, and he should be punished other ways than that, but his parents believe that spanking is the only way to tone him down. Well, his parents told me to spank him bare if he misbehaves, so I guess that's what I have to do if he does. I hated dealing with James. He constantly gave me a hard time! Oh well. I've never gotten to spank him before. Hopefully he'll misbehave tonight, and I'll get to give him the worst spanking he'll ever get, and then he'll finally stop driving me nuts with his acting up. Now you're probably wondering why a 12 year old needs to be babysat. Well, he does because no one can trust him alone, so he get's treated like a little kid and get's babysat.
James walked in the door, and he frowned at me. I just waved and sat down on the couch.
"James, say hello to your cousin," Aunt Leah ordered. James groaned and said,
"Hey, Don."
"Hey, Jim," I answered calmly.
Aunt Leah left with my mom, and it was just us. Me and James. I just sat on the couch watching Comedy Central on the TV in the den. James came over and changed the channel.
"Yo, man! What the h_e_l_l are you doing?" I yelled,
"I was watching that!"
"I want to see MTV!" James said sternly.
"Well, just because you didn't ask me first, Comedy Central's going back on so just bug off!" I said and grabbed the remote out of James' hand. I switched the channel to Comedy Central. James seemed to be keeping his cool. That was a first, but you could tell he was p_i_s_s_e_d!
Then, we played a board game. James wanted to play Life, so we sat and played that. When I won, James got mad and screamed that I'd cheated.
"Dude, you're acting awfully immature. You're 12 and you're acting 10! Just shut up and don't be a sore loser! Geeze! That's so annoying!" was all I had to say. James slammed his fist down on the table and walked away.
Then, I was listening to rock music on my CD player walkman, and James was bored. He pulled off my headphones and said,
"Alright, loser! I'm bored, ok? And I don't wanna wait around till you're done listening to your c_r_a_p music, you hear?"
"I don't care what you want, you immature brat!" I said sternly. Jame blew his stack. He screamed at me, and I just ignored him. I put my headphones back on and made the music louder to drown out his voice. He was P_I_S_S_E_D by rhat!
Then, I ordered a pizza over the phone and paid for it with the money my mom left for me to order an extra cheese pizza for dinner. When it arrived, James and I ate 3 slices, and drank cream soda. We didn't really talk, since we never got along. We just ate in silence.
After dinner, I went on the computer and checked my E-Mail. I got tons of messages from my friends. I read them all and replied to them. Then, I was reading spanking stories on this website. James came over to be again and once again we went into the he's bored thing all over again.
I was on the computer for hours when I finally logged off, and I went into my room, and since James can't be trusted as far as I can spit, I dragged him in with me. I started playing a wrestling video game on my PS 2. It was WWF Smackdown 2. So James wouldn't bother me and tell me he was bored for the 3rd time, I let him play, and we wrestled each other in the video game in a 2 player mode. I won all 5 matches, and then I told James I was tired of playing the video game, so I shut the PS 2 off.
"Yo! What the f_u_c_k are you doing? I was having fun playing that!" James hollared across my whole, huge bedroom. I just shook my head and dragged James out of my room so he wouldn't trash my room, and we went into the kitchen. I got us both a snack of ice cream sundaes. We ate it, and then James, when we were finished, told me,
"You know what? I've been thinking about all day today. You wouldn't let me watch MTV, you wouldn't pay attention to me when you were listening to your c_r_a_p music or when you were on the computer, you shut the video game when I was having fun playing it, you wouldn't let me win at the board game we were playing before, and now I'm pretty darn p_i_s_s_e_d off! This was the worst Saturday I've ever had!"
"Being immature again, huh James? Listen, lemme get a point across to you! It's MY TV! I have the right to decide what I see on it! Not you! As for the computer and the music; I have a life ya know, and the whole world doesn't revolve around you! I didn't let you win at that board game cause that's not the real way to play a game! Sorry if you can't win at a game, so you want people to let you win! I shut off that video game cause I was tired of playing! If you wanted to play again all you had to do was ask me and I would've let you play a 1 player game! And as for the worst Satudray in the world; I wanted to go skateboarding today and hang out, and then YOU had to be babysat, so don't tell me about the worst Saturday in the world!" James was furious.
"Don't tell THIS!" James yelled and threw a punch aimed right for my face. Being the good fighter I am, I blocked the punch with ease, and James tried to punch me in the stomach with his other hand. I blocked that punch and I waited to see what he was going to do next. He tried to kick me, but I moved away from every kick until he was tired. I had his hands in my hands so he couldn't punch, and his legs seemed too tired to kick. I had had enough. I said,
"James, your mom told me to spank you bare and otherwise any way I wanted if you misbehaved. All day you've been misbehaving, and I was just being a cool guy and letting it go! But now this is the last straw! You're going to get a spanking for every offense made today! That's the TV, the board game, the music, the computer, the video game, yelling at me just before, and attacking me! That's 6 spankings, kid! SIX! I've had enough of this on a Saturday!" I screamed across the room.
"YOU WON'T SPANK ME OR I'LL BEAT YOU TO A BLOODY PULP!" James screamed. It was no use. I had made up my mind. I was going to give him 6 of the worst spankings he had ever gotten and that was that. I dragged him upstairs and into my room, and I shut the door. He struggled to get out of my grasp, but I was too strong for him. I ordered him to pull down his pants and boxers. He had no fight left in him, so he must have figured it was no use and to just get it over with. He pulled down his pants and boxers. Then, since I didn't want to see his c_o_c_k, I looked away. Another guy's c_o_c_k was the last thing I wanted to see! I told him to turn his back to me so I wouldn't have to see it. He turned his back to me. I told him to bend over my bed, and he did. I pinned his hands against his back and I told him that for the 1st spanking out of 6, he would get a hard hand spanking. I lifted his shirt up so all of his butt was bared, and I began whamming my hand down with all my might (litterally) onto his bare butt. He screamed and blubbered at the pain of this hand spanking. I hadn't even gotten to the rough stuff yet, and already he was blubbering. Then, I gave him about 90 whacks with my hand. His butt was getting warm. Then, I said,
"For spanking #2, I'm gonna use my ruler." I pulled out my metal, 18 inch ruler, and I looked at him as he kept blubbering. I ran my hand across the thin metal, and I pinned James' hands behind his back again. I began to spank him with the ruler, this time not using all my force. Just using 1 2 of it. James screamed and cried like a baby, screaming in tears so loud. After 60 whacks, I put the ruler.
"1 2 way there, James. For spanking #3, I'm gonna use the rubber spatula," I said, and went down into the kitchen, and grabbed more spanking supplies. I grabbed the rubber spatula, and the wooden spoon. Then, I went into the bathroom and grabbed a hair brush. I walked back into my room. James was still in place and still crying. I pinned his hands behind his back again and began spanking James with the rubber spatula with all my force. He was crying histerrically, but not screaming. After 90 whacks, I put the spatula down.
"For spanking #4, I'm gonna use the wooden spoon," I said. Then, I picked up the wooden spoon, and I let him have it with 1 4 of my force. He cried histerrically and didn't scream once again. Maybe I was going too easy on him. I began to whack with 1 2 my force instead of 1 4, and he began to scream. I knew I was too easy on the kid! After about 60 whacks, I said,
"For the 5th spanking, I'm gonna use-"
"No more! Please no more!" James interrupted pleading in between tears. I felt sorry for the kid, and besides, his backside was cherry red, and he already was gonna be so sore he couldn't sit for a week at least. I gave him mercy, and I asked,
"Have you learned your lesson, kid?"
"Yeah! I really have!" James said. I said,
"I'm gonna show you I can be a cool guy, and I won't finish out the last 2 spankings. Next time you do it though, there'll be no mercy, got it?" James nodded so much it was as if his head was gonna fall off if he nodded any more.
"Pick up your pants," I said. James picked up his pants and underwear, and he stopped crying and was all thank you's.
"No prob!" I said. Then, I put all the spanking tools away, and then my mom and my aunt Leah came back, and my aunt Leah took James and went off to their house. It was midnight, and it had been a long day, and I was beat, so I went into my room, and changed into the briefs I would sleep in. I always sleep in my briefs and nothing else. Then, I curled up in bed, and I rested my head against my pillow and put my quilt over myself. It was so comfortable. Then, since my bed right below my bedroom window, and the window was open, a gentle breeze blew on me. It felt so good that before you know it I was fast asleep.
So that was my Saturday last week.