Peter and his mom moved into the house next door when he was 10. At the time this story takes place he had just turned 11. Peter's mom worked nights and we worked out an arrangement that I would babysit him for a fee. My wife had passed away two years ago and my three boys had grown up and left home.
Peter was a shy boy with blonde hair and big blue eyes. I became more than a babysitter to him. I took him fishing and to ball games and did all the things with him that his father would have done if he had not died at an early age. I gave him my youngest son's Christopher's room for his own while he stayed at my house. I dropped the babysitting fee because I enjoyed having him around so much. I kind of felt sorry for him because he had no dad and he was very small for his age. He had no friends because all the other kids his age were bigger.
One summer evening while he was staying with me for the weekend we went to K-Mart becase I had to get a few things and I turned Peter loose in the toy department while i shopped. When we got throught the checkout line a secutity guard stopped us and made Peter empty his pockets. He had stolen several GI joe men. I convinced the guard that I was his dad and would punish him properly when I got him home so he didn't call the police.
Peter was nervouse on the ride home and finaly asked me if i was going to tell his mom what he had done. I explained to him that stealing was very serious and that I would have to tell his mom so that she could punish him. I said that he was lucky that he was not me when I was a kid because my dad would have taken my pants down and spanked me if I got caught stealing. I also told him that all of my three boys had been spanked by me so he should count his blessings. It was then that he said "I'd rather get a spanking than for my mom to find out and ground me for two weeks. You could just spank me and not tell her.
Peter you don't know what you are getting into I said. I would have to pull down your jeans and underpants and do it on your bare bottom acrossed my lap and you might be very embarassed. He said I don't care it's still better than being grounded. Very well I said, I'd be more than happy to spank your rear end after what you've done.
When we pulled into the driveway Peter asked if he would get spanked as soon as we got in the house. I said well maybe you could take your shower first and then get it. When we got in I told him to get undressed and in the shower. He said that if I could spank him that I could undress him and put him in, with a sheepish smile on his face. He was determind that he would show me that he wouldn't be embarassed to be naked in front of me.
I layed him on the couch and pulled his white polo shirt up over his head and off. Next I unsnaped his jeans and pulled his zipper down. When I told him to lift up he did and I pulled his jeans down and off. next I took off his socks. The moment of truth was here, would he get get shy or would he be ok when I pulled down his little white jockey shorts. I put two fingers in the waistband of his jockeys and pulled them down to his ankles and off. He was naked in front of me and seemed to enjoy it instead of being embarassed. His little penis was very white except for the redish fringe from his circumcision at the base of it's head. It's head was gray-blue in color and his testicles were up close to his body and not beginning to hang down yet.
I told Peter that he had done something very bad and asked him if he deserved to be spanked. He looked down and said yes sir. I sat in the big chair in his room and pulled him a crossed my lap. His little cheeks where white and sticking up in the air when I landed the first swat to his bottom, he yelped. I swated him ten times after that and he squirmed and wiggled around on my lap. I rested my hand on his pink bottom and asked him if he was ever going to steal again. He said no and while giving him five more swats I said you better not or you will get this again.
Later that evening I tucked him into bed and kissed him goodnight. He said thanks for not telling mom.