It's been two weeks now since my neighbor Ernie and his brother Tim had me over to participate in the "account settling" of Ernie's cute 13 year old son Chad. Having fulfilled a fantasy of spanking this cute kid's sweet little bare ass, I now could barely stand the wait for next month's session when I would again be able to help discipline the kid. One of the things that helps pass the time is the obvious embarrassment Chad displays each time I see him. I love the way he goes all red and looks away each time he catches me staring at that sweet little backside of his, knowing that his little ass and I have developed a close personal relationship.
As it turns out my wait would be much shorter than anticipated. Seems Chad got his report card today and the kid is struggling with 7th grade. Much to my delight, there's as much red on that report card as there soon will be on his cute little milky white boy buns. Always happy to be neighborly, I agree to come over after dinner tonight so that Ernie, Tim and i can communicate to Chad the importance of good grades and the consequences of messing up the way he has.
When Chad meets me at the door, I am excited by how much he is blushing and refusing to make eye contact as he anticipates my role in his punishment session. As he turns to lead me downstairs, my eyes feast on that jeans clad skinny but firm butt that I will soon be helping to roast. As he dejectedly descends the stairs, I enjoy each bounce of those perfect little boy buns.
Once we are all assembled in the basement, Ernie commands Chad,"Up on the table and assumme the position!"
"The position" is hands on head slave style, and cute litle Chad, his face beet red and his small frame trembling, looks incredibly sweet and vulnerable standing there before us, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot as we three adults smile menacingly at the kid we are about to discipline.
"Shoes!" Ernie barks, and meekly Chad bends over and removes his tennis shoes and tosses them down. I love the way he looks standing there nervously in his stocking feet waiting for the next order.
"Socks!" Ernie yells, and the frightened kid peels off his litle white anklets, revealing his sweet bare feet. Then Chad reassumes his previous position, hands on head, standing there shifting awkwardly from foot to foot, nervously awaiting the next humiliating command.
"OK, shirt, boy!" I can hardly contain my excitement as Chad grabs the bottom of his t-shirt and begins to peel it up over his head, where it catches for just a minute, revealing his sweet upper torso: that smooth belly with those two cute little boy nips standing at attention, and his beautiful bare back. Down to just his pants and underwear, the kid is blushing even more as he is quickly barreling towards nakedness. I sneak a look over at the boy's uncle and note that Tim seems as excited as I am to see his little nephew half undressed.
"Ok; let's get the show on the road. Pants!" Ernie commands. Chad is now sobbing softly as he undoes his belt, and with his hands shaking unclasps his jeans , and we are treated to the sweet music of his zipper being pulled down as his hairless creamy thighs and his skinny little boy legs are slowly unveiled. He stumbles as the pants fall down to his feet, and to our amusement, he almost falls off the table as he tries to get his pants untangled. It's entertaining as hell watching him getting his pants disentangled and regaining his balance. He is now standing there in nothing but his cute snow white bvd's. Ernie, obviously a master of psychological torture, forces Chad to stand there like that for another five minutes or so before the final command is given: "Ok, Chad, drop your drawers!" Ernie yells at his frightened son. As Chad nervously hooks his fingers into the waistband of his tighty whities, all three of us are staring intently as the kid begins to self-consciously slide his underpants down, slowly unveiling his small shriveled little boy dick, his hairless little nutsac, and those two beautiful creamy white, firm little ass mounds. We ogle the boy's bare body as he is forced to stand there stark naked on display. Ernie produces the report card and thrusting it in the scared kid's face, he barks," What do you have to say about this pathetic report card, boy?"
"I dunno," Chad mumbles. This is obviously not the answer Ernie is looking for and he delivers two quick spanks with his opoen hand to the kid's vulnerable little ass cheeks. The slaps echo through the basement, and Ernie's angry handprint can be seen against the kid's otherwise pale white bottom.
"You don't know! Well, you better figure it out. What do you have to say about this pitiful report card?" as he again punctuates his remarks with two hard slaps to the boy's bare butt.
"I'm sorry," the miserable kid mumbles, "I'll do better. Honest i will."
"You bet you will boy! Especially after Uncle Tim and Mister Tom and I give you a few reminders. It's a shame your mother's too softheartd to be here for this. No kid of mine brings home D's and F's without having his little fanny whipped for it. At least you are going to learn a lesson tonight!"
"Tim, you want first crack?"
"sure," Tim responds eagerly , and without saying a word, he points a finger at the sobbing boy, beckoning him to step down from the table so his beating can begin. Meekly Chad drapes his naked body across his uncle's lap.
"This," Ernie instructs his terrified son,"is for English."
"Let him have it good, Tim; show him what lazy boys get for doing D work. And of course, Tim does. The kid's whole body shakes as Uncle Tim delivers the first spank. SLAP, he smacks Chad's litle bare butt. SLAP SLAP SLAP OWW! NNOO! OWW! SLAP SLAP SLAP! Tim is laying into that cute bare ass of Chad's with great enthusiasm for the task. Again and again the naked boy writhes around over his uncle's knees as those two cute ass mounds are slapped. The more Chad writhes around, the more enthusiastically Tim continues the boy's hiney roasting. As miserable as our sobbing, naked little thirteen year old is, Tim is clearly enjoying himself, warming up to the task, so to speak, and each slap is delightfully punctuated by the boy's howls. SLAP OW! SLAP SLAP AAHHH! SLAP SLAP NOOO! SLAP NO MORE PPLEASE! SLAP SLAP OW! SLAP SLAP STOP! OW!
As much as I am enjoying this as a spectator sport, I am delighted when it's my turn. After the sobbing boy drapes himself over my knees in preparation for the F-in-math part of his spanking, I take a moment to knead those two wonderful red hot little ass cheeks as i also let my eyes travel up and down that gorgeous smooth body laid out so submissively before me. His beautiful bare back is quivering ever so slightly, and those sweet little boy thighs and legs are all gooose bumpy. I could stare at my submissive little naked thirteen year old victim forever, but there's spanking to be done and it's time to get on with it. Each time my hand slaps those already tender butt cheeks, the kid rises up so that he is bouncing softly on my knees, rubbing against me as I deliver each slap to his vulnerable flesh. I soon have a rhythm going as the miserable kid writhes around trying to endure each painful slap and brace for the next hard smack. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP OW! SLAP SLAP SLAP OW! SLAP SLAP NOOO SLAP SLAP SLAP OW! I am emjoying his humiliation immensely and really getting into spanking him. I know it must be especially embarrassing having the guy next door owning your naked little ass like this.
After I give him another twenty or so good ones, it's Ernie's turn and there are still two more F's and a D unaccounted for. One of Chad's D's is in P. E., and that especialy gulls his old man. He angrily recounts to Tim and me what a weakling his pretty boy son is, how last year he had to take off work and go to school because the kids in Chad's gymn class were always messing with him, snapping him with towells, forcing him to stay under ice cold showers and giving him pink bellies and swirlies. While just two months ago I had envisioned Chad as this sweet little untouchable pretty boy, I now had a whole storehouse of exciting mental images that I could replay later of Chad being humiliated by his classmates as well as by his dad, his uncle and I. After berating Chad with such terms as "wuss" and "sissy," Ernie is ready for his turn at disciplining the kid's already crimson ass.
I don't know how much more that little backside of his can take, but Ernie isn't about to show the kid any mercy. By now, Chad is crying, kicking and screaming with every new lick he receives. The kid is flopping around so much that Ernie asks for one of us to hold him down. Always willing to be neighborly and helpful, I grab each of Chad's small wrists and stretch him out so that he can no longer move his upper body as his dad controls the lower half. I stretch him out and yank his arms wide apart. I am treated to a close-up of his flushed, tear-stained face as he gulps and sobs non-stop as the beating continues with even increased fury. His vulnerability as we control him like this is something special, and I love getting to see close up his reactions to each new attack on his bruised bare flesh and his equally bruised psyche. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP. The smacks rain down on the kid at a furious pace. OW! OW! SLAP SLAP SLAP NOOOO! SLAP OW! SLAP SLAP SLAP OW! SLAP SLAP SLAP. By the time another good thirty or so more blows have been added to the kid's bruised buns, even Ernie is exhausted. Disciplining a wayward thirteen year old is not easy work, not that it doesn't have its rewards. By the time Ernie starts to get up signalling an end to the spankings, poor Chad looks dazed.
Of course, we are not through with him yet. Chad is made to get back up on the table and stand there slave style, hands on head, his naked body and shiny red butt on display for another good hour or so while we drink a few more beers and discuss how sorry we are that it had to come to this. I'm sure Chad notices that none of us actually looks all that sorry. Seeing the kid humiliated like this and thinking back on what's just transpired, I'm thinking a lot of things: how sorry I am isn't one of them. I'm thinking Chad's grades will probably improve dramatically next marking period. I'm also thinking that it's only two weeks until pretty boy chad's next monthly account settling and how humiliated he will be each time I see him in the next few weeks, and how nice it is to have neighbors like Ernie who are willing to share.