I was out on spring break from the local college I go to and my older sister and her husband wanted to take a mini vacation from their kids and asked me if I would'nt mind baby-sitting their kids for a couple days.
So I said no problem, as I got along good with their kids, and Brandon who was 10 and his sister Kristen who was 7 told their Mom that they were crazy about me, and loved to visit me when they could, but I was in school and so were they most of the time, so we didn't get to hook up as much we would like to.
I don't know what it is but something about me seems to attract animals and kids to me, like I'll visit somebody and they say that the dog hates men and the cat just plain hates everything and in 2 minutes flat the cat will be purring in my lap and the dog will be laying on my feet, and like WOW everybody tells me I have this magnetism around me, which kinda sucks because I'm really shy around people and usually hang with myself and read books or tool on my computer.
I really worry about kids talking to strangers and it bothers me when some kid comes up to me and starts talking to me, so I ask them why are you talking to a stranger and they say that no one else will talk to them and they're lonely!
My older sister says it's because I'm so young looking, at 21 I get carded ALL of the time because people think I'm 16 or 17 and because I have blond hair and blue eyes and not very tall that most people think I'm a kid.
On the other hand my nephew Brandon and neice Kristen both have black hair and dark eyes and kinda look Hispanic and nobody figures that they are related to me until I tell them.
So my sister brought her kids over along with their luggage and we inflated two twin size air mattresses for them to sleep on in the living room and I would still sleep in my bed since I can only afford a one bedroom flat.
Before she left and them listening she told me that I could give them a paddling if either one of them misbehaved or got out of line too bad, and her having said it I looked at them, but they didn't seem to worried as I was always laid back and kewl with them and they treated me like a big brother.
The first day went by with only one problem as we went swimming in the pool at my complex and I had to stop Brandon from throwing water at his sister who didn't want to get her hair wet, but Brandon chilled out and we horsed around with him jumping off my shoulders into the deep end of the pool.
Since I lived a ways from the pool and didn't want to get the car seats wet I had told them to bring towels and dry clothes to change into since our pool was next to the clubhouse that had a sauna room and a shower, so after awhile we got out and got our stuff from my car and we went into the clubhouse to the bathrooms.
I gave Kristen my lifeguard whistle to blow if anyone tried to mess with her while she was in the womans restroom and I stood at the door while she checked the sauna and shower to see if anyone else was there.
She came back out and said that she was alone so I gave her gym bag with her clothes and she went back inside to shower and wash her hair, then Brandon and I went into the mens restroom which was identical to the womans, a sauna room that was empty and we could change our clothes in and a single shower with a swinging frosted glass door that could be locked.
Not knowing whether he was bashful and not having seen Brandon nude since he was very young, I told him that if he wanted to he could shower and change and I would wait outside for him to finish, and then I would shower and change after him, and he gave me a funny look like I was crazy for even asking.
So I followed him into the sauna and took out our clothes and soap and shampoo and I asked him if he wanted to shower first or last and he wanted to know if the shower was big enough for both of us, and with that he bent over and peeled off his swimsuit and stood at the shower door waiting for me.
I stripped off my swimsuit and picked up the shower stuff and followed him into the shower stall and locked the door, he reached up and tried to adjust the shower head before turning it on so I reached over him and turned on the cold water right onto his "privates" and he let a out a yell and jumped back right into me and we almost fell over together.
He wasn't really mad but wanted to play in the shower and he kept hugging me and jumping on my back and pretty soon I had to tell him to stop and I gave him a swat to his little butt that that really sounded loud in the shower stall and he let out another yell, but then he quited down and finished washing himself and we left the shower and dressed in the sauna.
Kristen was finished and waiting in the clubhouse lobby with my whistle wrapped tightly around her wrist and ready to blow it, and I thought what a bummer that kids have to be scared of so much in their lives.
We left the clubhouse and went out to eat at the local Burger Puke place down the street and about an hour later we came back home to my apartment and watched a movie on the VCR until it was finished and it was time for all of us to get to bed so I went into my bedroom and they crashed on the air mattresses in the living room and were quite until about nine in the morning and Brandon began teasing his sister about her new glasses.
Kristen had just got glasses to see with and he couldn't leave them alone and was always hiding them on her and his mother was really getting pissed, but she was one of those Moms that really didn't believe in spanking and talking to him didn't seem to be doing any good.
Well, all hell broke loose when Kristen finally found her glasses that morning and put them on and Brandon tried to snatch them off her face and he ending up punching her in the nose which caused her nose to bleed on the inside and on the outside from the glasses frame which cut her nose.
Having been a lifeguard since high school I got the bleeding stopped and put a bandage on her nose to where she could wear her glasses without it hurting her, and WOW was I like really pissed at Brandon who just sat in the recliner and glared at the two of us sitting on the couch.
I was like, so pissed off that I had to calm down before I could decide what to do about this major problem, their parents were out of town and I was in charge and their Mom said I could discipline them if I needed to.
So I left Brandon sitting in the recliner glaring at the TV and Kristen and I went into my bedroom and I told her that since Brandon had hurt her that she could be part of his punishment and taling to him just wasn't working and she agreed.
So I told her that I was going to spank him 20 times, which was twice his age and that after I was through then she would do the same to him, and with this decided on I thought about how I was going to do it, not having been spanked very much when I was a kid.
Would it be over his soccer shorts and underwear that he wore to bed or just his underwear or would it be bare butt, and would I use my hand or would I use a paddle, I didn't really have too many belts because I usually didn't wear them and I thought a belt would leave marks that would piss my sister off.
So sitting there on my bed I spied this joke paddle that I had bought at a rest stop restaurant off the interstate when I had visited my sister who along with Brandon and Kristen lived about two hours away from me.
It was perfect for his tight little butt, wooden with a strong handle, very well made with a varnish finish over the wood, about six inches wide and nine inches long and the joke was that it had about a dozen holes in the paddle area to make it swing faster and was supposed to hurt more, so I asked her and she agreed again with my plan.
With all of this decided Kristen and I marched into the living room and I turned off the TV and pulled Brandon out of the recliner and sat down on the couch with him, and told him that Kristen and I were really upset with him and that his screwing with her and her glasses had to stop and it was going to stop before he left here.
He didn't seem too worried until I told him that Kristen and I had decided that he would be spanked 20 times by me on his bare butt and then 20 times by her, also on his bare butt, using a paddle that I told Kristen to go get for me.
Brandon took one look at that paddle and started back-pedalling along the couch and apoligizing that it was an accident and so on and on, and he really got nervous when I had Kristen bring a dining room chair to the center of the living room and sit on it.
I motioned for him to stand in front of me and he slowly moved over to me while watching his little sister and clutching his soccer shorts with both hands, and since he didn't have a shirt on all I had to do was to try to pull his shorts and underwear down and off while he was trying to keep them on.
I had thought of sending Kristen out of the room until it was her turn to spank him and his "privates" would be hidden while laying over my lap, but I thought what the hell, he needed to be embarassed and humiliated after what he did to her.
So with this in mind I pulled his hands away from his shorts and using my hands I pulled both his shorts and white briefs down around his ankles and in spite of being dark complected he turned red in the face as Kristen stared at his crotch.
In spite of being told to lay on my lap he just stood there with his hands now covering his groin and I had to pull him down on my lap where both Kristen and I got a good look at his muscular creamy white buns.
I asked Kristen for the paddle and like a nurse to a surgeon handed the paddle to me handle first and I sat there for a minute and let him squirm until I was ready and asking Kristen to count the swats I brought the paddle down on his butt.
Waiting about five seconds between swats I brought the paddle down again and was surprised that he made it to the fifth swat before he started to whimper and by the tenth he was yelling for me to stop, by fifteen he was finally crying and by twenty he was sobbing, and since the neighbors around me were all at work it didn't matter how loud he yelled.
I stood him up and turned him around to face the other direction so that his little sister could spank him, since she too was right handed, and Brandon turned and looked up at his sister holding the paddle, with a big band-aid on her nose and he saw no mercy in her face as she raised the paddle high over her head and brought it down squarely on his little bubble-butt and he let out a scream.
As I counted for her she spanked him like I had done, a swat every five seconds and a lot of her swats were just as hard and maybe harder than mine were and it was obvious because Brandon was screaming so hard with her spanking him that his voice went hoarse.
When the count reached twenty I had trouble getting her to stop as she was enjoying this and he really got 42 swats instead on 40 but what the hell, he really deserved this spanking, and might get another one before his stay with me ended if he didn't behave.
Partly out of pity and because I didn't want his butt to bruise too badly I sent him into the shower where he let the cold, cold water run all over his steaming hot butt and after about ten minutes I told him to get out and get dressed.
Brandon asked to lay down on my bed and I let him while Kristen and I watched a movie on the VCR and by lunchtime he was almost back to his usual self, EXCEPT he was now very nice to his little sister and even got up to get her another can of pop from the fridge, cool, huh?
For the rest of the visit both of them were very well behaved, Brandon because of the spanking and Kristen because she had seen what a spanking could do, and even though being well behaved, wanted nothing to do with a spanking.
And oddly enough neither one of them mentioned the spanking to their parents when they called on the phone and when my sister came to pick them up several days later they said nothing to her and I said that everything went well, which if you think about it, it did.
Brandon was punished by me for hitting his sister and hurting her and Kristen took part in the punishment to teach him a lesson also, but some people might say it was wrong to condone spanking which is hitting and not condoning other types of hitting.
But I think that Brandon learned a lesson and so did Kristen because the next time I saw them Kristen thanked me for her having a brother who was so nice to her now, and in private Brandon, in a round about way, thanked me for the spanking, saying he deserved it and for not telling his parents about hitting her.
Stay tuned for other visits and see if Brandon continues to behave himself, but at 10 years old it's kinda doubtful if he will, but we'll see.
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