The boy is 13 years old; he is drop dead gorgeous; his name is Chad, and I have entertained countless fantasies of turning him over my knee, yanking his pants down and spanking that sweet little ass ofhis ever since his family moved next door five months ago. Seeing him this summer running around shirtless in just those satin shorts he wears much of the time has made me wish more than once that his dad would pounce on him, pull those shorts down and give him the kind of spanking I think he deserves. Little did I know until the other night how frequently just that occcurs as I found out about the monthly basement "account settling" sessions with his dad and uncle. Not only did the subject of Chad getting spanked come up after Ernie--the kid's dad--and I had shared a few beers the other night, but to my amazement and delight, I got been invited to join Ernie and the boy's uncle Tim for this month's "settling." As Ernie put it "Hell, the whole reason for inviting Tim is to double the kid's humiliation; so why not make it three times as embarrassing by having you participate too. It seems that while Ernie's wife Muriel agrees that boys Chad's age need to be spanked on a regular basis to keep them in line, she is too soft harded to witness the procedures herself. Apparently good old Uncle Tim, on the other hand, is more than willing to help out by actively assisting in the regular monthly discipling of his cute nephew. It seems I am not the only one around here who is interested in spanking Chad's perfect creamy white little boy buns. So every fourth Friday of the month which is "girl's night out" for Chad's mom is also "account settling" time for Chad, with his Dad and Uncle taking him down to the basement and disciplining the kid for any real or imagined transgressions committed that month.
I can hardly contain myself the two days before the "settling." Over and over in my mind I try to visualize what it will be like to particpate in little Chad's punishment. When Friday finally comes and I ring the front bell only to be greeted by sweet little Chad himself I feel like I've died and gone to spanking heaven. Obviously Chad has been filled in on my joining the festivities and his cute face is beet red as he answers the door and invites me in knowing that in just a few minutes I will be witnessing ( and as it turns out actively participating in) his "account settling" or as I like to think of it his debasement in the basement.
Chad is dressed in tennis shoes, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with some sort of skater logo on it. Red faced and obviously tremendously uncomfortable, the boy politely invites me in and asks me to please follow him downstairs where his dad and uncle are waiting for me. As I follow him to the basement I can't keep my eyes off that perfect little boy butt that is currently clad in those tight faded blue jeans. Once we get down stairs, Ernie introduces me to his brother Tim who shakes my hands, grins and says, "So glad you could join us. If you enjoy the proceedings tonight maybe we can make it a regular monthly get togther." Already I like the way this guy thinks and I assure him that I anticipate having a "spanking good time,' which gets a laugh out of everone but Chad. "Chad," Ernie barks at his frightened son, "Go get me and Ernie and Mr. Tom some beer from the fridge and hustle, boy!"
"Yes sir," Chad squeeks as he heads upstair for the beers. In a minute he returns with the beers; one of them has apparently been shaken on the way down ,and as he hands Tim his beer some of it runs down the side of the bottle. "Well kiddo," Ernie sneers at the boy, "looks like you've just earned yourself a few bonus licks." Chad looks at his dad as if he wants to argue or plead with him but, obviously acting from past experience, decides to leave well enough alone and just hangs his head down and stands there looking vulnerable and defeated as he awaits his punishment session. "You know the drill, buddy boy, get up on the table," his dad commands. Chad quickly climbs onto the small coffee table in the center of the room and without having to be told places his arms slave style on the back of his head. What a beautiful sight the scared 13 year old is standing there like that waiting for the next order to be given. We sip beer and make small talk awhile as Chad nervously shifts from foor to foot on his table perch. "Let's give Tom the honors tonight since he's our guest," Ernie says and Tim agrees that I should begin the evening's festivities. "OK, Chad take those shoes and socks off and hand them to Mr. Tom." Ernie instructs the scared kid. Chad quickly unties his shoes, removes them and then peels off his little white socks revealing his small and perfectly proportioned little boy feet. He hands me his shoes and socks, and I place them on the floor next to the table, eagerly anticipating the next contribution to the pile. Obviously the boy has been put through these paces many times, and he quickly responds when Tim barks "shirt" by peeling his t-shirt off and handing that to me as well. I drink in the sight of his smooth little boy belly punctuated by his cute little innie belly button, and his slightly muscular chest with those two cute pencil eraser sized boy tits. Knowing what's next, Chad puts his hands back on his head and with a look from Ernie he slowly turns around so that his bare back is also displayed to us. After two or three slow rotations he stands at attention again waiting for the next humiliating command. "Tom, what would you prefer, making him take off his pants and handing them to you or making him ask you to do it?" I'm afraid I won't be able to answer I am getting so excited at the kid's debasement, but I find my voice and ask trying to contain my excitement and sound neutral, "Can I do it?" Ernie's answer is to yell at the kid "Take a step forward so Mr. Tom can pants you, Chad!" Meekly Chad steps forward and I fumble for a minute with his zipper before I finally get it unclasped and start slowly yanking his zipper down, revealing the snow white front of his small tighty whities. He tries to cover the small bulge in the front of his underwear, but Ernie slaps his son's hands hard, and the kid, snifffling from the smacks, puts his hands back on his head as I slowly drag his small pants down and yank them off leaving him standing there now in just his underwear. "Don't forget your manners, boy," Ernie tells the boy, "Thank Mr. Tom for pantsing you."
"TTThank you," he whispers," Ernie smacks him on the back of his head and yells at him, "Thanks for what?"
"Ttthank you for pppantsing me, sir" he meekly recites. It is obvious that this is a familiar routine and both Ernie and his brother are masters of psychological torture and emjoy putting the kid through these paces. I can hardly keep my eyes off the prize in front of me, this gorgeous 13 year old boy with his smooth and apparently completely hairless body on display, only his small underpants between him and the much anticipated pre-spanking complete nudity. "Time for the final unveling," Tim laughs" and Ernie tells me "Bare his little butt." As the kid starts sniffling and blushes and even darker shade of red than before, I hook my right hand inside the wasteband of his cute little fruit of the looms and the feel of my hand against his smooth naked little boy flesh sends shivers up my spine. I slowly peel the kid's underpants down his legs as his small penis and his tight pink little boy sac pop into view. Again he is made to slowly rotate and those two beautiful little boy ass cheeks also get put on display. Next the sobbing boy is made to recite a list of transgressions for the month. When he finishes telling us how he disrespected his mother, didn't do his homework one night and lied to his dad, Ernie makes him ask us for "the whipping I deserve for being so bad." It's obvious that the whole routine has become ritualized and the kid knows better than to argue or plead. All the while he is giving his "accounting" I can't keep my eyes off his beautiful thin, and completely naked, body. "Ok, Tom, you're the guest here so you get to go first," with that he tells me to have a seat in the kitchen type chair that is waiting next to the table. As soon as I am seated, Chad robotically steps down from the table and drapes himself over my legs with his ass high waiting for a sound beating. "Spank his ass good; don't show him any mercy." Tim instructs, and I begin to administer a few tentative slaps to those raised bare ass mounds. "Ow," Chad yelps as I begin warming up a bit. The feel of that vulnerable little boy flesh beneath my hand is intoxicating, and excitedly I spank the sobbing and thrashing boy again and again. "That's it give it to him good" and "let him have it" the others encourage me as I continue to administer slap after slap to the small kid's already red bottom. I can not believe that this kid who I have admired so often from next door is now over my knee, his little boy "stuff" bouncing up and down on my thighs as I give him spank after spank. Tim may be a gracious co-host but it's obvious how much he too looks forward to tannning his nephew's little hide, and when I am finished spanking the kid so soundly and often that my hand hurts, Tim takes over and gives poor Chad's glowing red botom another good 30 to 40 slaps. Again and again the sound of his open hand smacking Chad's boy flesh resounds throughout the basement. Then it's Ernie's turn and the writhing and sobbing little boy is given another couple of dozen solid hand spanks on his bruised butt. Once the spanking is over, the naked boy is sent to fetch us another round of beers, and as we drink and make small talk, Chad is ordered back on the table where he must stand again in the slaveboy position, hands on head and his naked, bright scarlet little ass on display. He is made to stand there for our amusement for another hour as we laugh and occasionally add another playful smack to his brised behind just to maintain the boy's utter humiliation. When Chad is finally released from his humiliating position and allowed to go to his room, it's time for me to go and I am still excited and amazed at how much I have enjoyed seeing poor little Chad "get it." When Ernie asks if I'd join them again for next month's session, I try not to act too overly excited as I say "Yeah I think I could do that." And the next day I am already counting down the days until Chad's next "account settling."