Leave it to my dumb sister to find the one job in town that had her going to work just as her kids got out of school. Kari came prancing home one day a week after the kids had started school, bragging to us all about her new job as the evening checkout girl in a record store, telling us how she could move into "management" in a year or two. Kari never was that bright. It didnt even appear that she had thought about what the kids would do.
"Couldnt they just be here with you?" she asked mom. Ha! That produced an inevitable explosion. Moms maternal instincts ran more in the direction of interfering in everyones life than in that of watching three boys, 7, 9 and 11, five afternoons and evenings a week.
By the time I got to the house that evening, mom was fuming, Kari was wailing, and the kids looked lost. Poor Jake looked ready to cry himself. I tousled the boys hair and took a deep breath. "Look, I think it would be alright if the boys came to my house after school. I mean, I can finish up my work most days while theyre gone, and by 3:00 I can go pick them up. I dont mind, theyre fun kids." Jake nestled back into my arms as I said this. I began to get a little hard with him pressing into me.
And so it was that the three boys were shuttled off to my house every afternoon, Monday through Friday. The two little ones thought it was cool hanging out with their uncle, but Corey, who had gotten the hardest paddling the night they stayed with me, was a lot less sure. I set a better routine for them than either mom or Kari would have: homework before dinner and fun afterward. This wasnt so much because I was being responsible as because it meant a lot of fun for me. I got to start out by making them do something they didnt want to do, which often meant getting to punish them, and after dinner there was a lot of wrestling and butt grabbing going on.
I set the precedent with the boys that hand spankings were my prerogative. I spanked each of him over his jeans each day, getting a little harder as the weeks went by. They learned to look at it as a game, and, while Corey didnt like it, he wouldnt argue much because he knew worse was coming if he did. Ben just liked attention, and I think Jake enjoyed it.
About two weeks into the school year, Corey began getting notes from his math teacher that his homework wasnt done, or wasnt done correctly. After he hid two of these, Kari got a call from the teacher. She predictably shifted the blame on me, since I was to be helping him with his homework. I told her I would take care of it.
That afternoon I got Jake and Ben working on their homework at the kitchen table, then took Corey upstairs for a talk.
"So, Corey, your mom said she had a call from your teacher. Did you know that?"
Corey just shrugged.
"Have you been getting notes home about your homework?"
Corey said, "Yeah, maybe, I dont know."
"You dont know?! What do you mean you dont know!?!"
The sullen eleven year old hemmed and hawed a few minutes before admitting that he had thrown out two notes that week. I made him give me all the details while I planned my response.
"OK, heres the deal. You got in this trouble because youve been turning in math homework with most of the problems wrong. I know you can do it, so Im going to make sure you do it right. Starting today, you will give me that homework each day. I will check it for mistakes, and you will fix those mistakes. Furthermore, if there are five or more mistakes, Ill paddle you - one swat a problem. Do you understand?" Corey whined a little, but he couldnt change my mind. After a moment, I continued. "Alright, then. Right now, we have to deal with you hiding those notes." Corey looked scared. "That was very serious. Stand up and pull down your pants."
He didnt look any less sullen, but he was beyond arguing. He stood and undid his jeans, tugging them down a little ways. I reached out and grabbed his boxers, pulling them, along with the jeans, down past his knees. I then stood and laid some pillows along the edge of the guest bed in the room where we were talking. I made Corey bend over with his hips raised by the pillows, his feet just reaching the floor. He reached out and grabbed the comforter, holding on tight.
My _c_o_c_k_ made a huge lump in my pants as I hovered over Coreys well presented naked rear. I shouldnt have done it, but I just had to touch him, so I grabbed his butt and squeezed it while I reiterated how bad he had been. He flinched and told me to quit it, but I just ignored him and continued to massage his butt. Then I undid my belt and looped it over in my hand.
I whipped him just the way dad had whipped me before he had left. It felt much better on this end! The leather smacked into his rounded mounds, leaving wide red streaks in its path. Corey began writhing on the bed, twisting the comforter in his fists as he struggled not to scream aloud. Ironically, as he scooted forward on the bed his butt only seemed to rise higher, as though asking for the whipping. I responded by lashing him even harder, greedily drinking in the whimpers and choked cries of anguish from the boy.
I dont know how many lashes I gave him; it seemed to last five minutes, but probably didnt last more than one. When I was finished I calmly replaced my belt, watching him continue to squirm over the pillows. I picked the boy up and laid him face down on the bed. He made no move to replace his pants, which remained around his ankles. In time he would go back to being sullen, but for now he just wanted to cry himself out in peace, and he let me stroke his pretty blonde hair while he did it.
After a moment I rose. "When youre ready, come down and do your math. It needs to be done before supper so I can check it. And do a good job: Im sure you dont want a paddling on top of that." With the last word I lightly slapped his bright red bottom. Corey winced, but said nothing.
When I opened the door, Jake was hovering in the hall. He began stammering that he had come up to use the bathroom, but that was obviously not true: there was a bathroom downstairs. He was there to hear what was happening with Corey. I grabbed him by the arm and rushed him into my bedroom, slamming the door behind me.
I sat on the bed and pulled him right to me. "So, are you so fascinated with Coreys spanking that you have to spy on us?" Jake protested weakly, but it was obvious what he had been doing. "Here, then, let me show you what its all about."
I was already aroused from Coreys spanking, and I took it all out on Jake. I tore his pants down and threw him over my knee. I spanked him much harder than I had before, enjoying the feel of his naked butt as my hand slapped it repeatedly. My hard _c_o_c_k_ was poking into his hip, fueled by the sight of his reddening buttocks and the sound of his high pitched pleading. Suddenly, I noticed another presence. Jake had his own little hard on, and it was poking into my knee. I noticed that he was humping my lap while I spanked him. I slowed my pace, and he humped harder. Then, as he grew urgent, I had to speed up to keep up with him. I accompanied every thrust with a smack until he stopped thrusting and his crying grew more genuine.
Immediately I stopped and began rubbing his bottom tenderly. Jake just sighed contentedly. I scooped him up and hugged him, still caressing his bare bottom. He nestled into my chest and nearly purred. This kid was amazing: he not only was fascinated with spanking, he actually enjoyed getting smacked!
I sent Jake down to finish his homework and I stayed in my room to take care of my _c_o_c_k_. I was disappointed later to find that Corey had only missed three math problems; I guess he really didnt want that paddling.
As I put dinner on the table, I felt cheated. It was a ridiculous feeling, since I had just given two awesome spankings that day, but I had wanted a third. Naturally, my attention focused on Ben, who hadnt yet been spanked. I found that I had formed a resolution to spank him, no matter what it took. Once I had made up my mind, I got hard thinking about how I would spank Ben. It seemed even more exciting because I had made up my mind without him doing anything.
While we were clearing up the table, Ben belched loudly. I had never made an issue of this, but this time, to Bens horror and the other boys amusement, he found himself lying across my knee while I tugged on his shorts. I only gave him about ten hard smacks, but he cried anyway, and the other two continued to laugh.
After that day I knew I wouldnt be content with play spankings, no matter how rough they got. I wanted to punish for real, and the last incident, though the least severe, was the most significant to me. I knew I didnt really need a reason; I could decide who I wanted to punish and how, and then I could find or invent a reason. I was enjoying watching my nephews more every day.