Twenty minutes prior to heading for the stage of the Letterman show, Zachary mischievously plays one nasty trick on an unsuspecting stagehand. The embarrassed stagehand notifies the stage manager and heads home, giving Darrel Carlson the unsavory duty of notifying the eleven-year-old boys' mother...
The embarrassed Hanson mother is far from ecstatic from her boy's deeds and heads to the dressing room the three share. "What am I going to do with you Zac!" The boys' mother clenched her teeth, slapping her purse to the makeup counter. "Big star or not young man, your not to be doing this kind of stuff!"
Zachary pushed back the long blonde hair from his brow and bit at his lower lip. He glanced at his two older brothers then turned back to his mother with his boyish tenor, "It was an accident mom."
"An accident!?" The woman nearly spat the words.
The cameraman took his cue and slipped out the door, but taking care not to go too far. The man hunched down behind the door he purposely left ajar and took in the scene after checking the hall for passerby's. The Hanson brothers make every attempt to look busy, studying the notes prepared by the Letterman writers, assuredly knowing what could easily transpire in the next few minutes. Taylor covered his face, his cheeks reddened with embarrassment.
"What you are going to get, little mister, is an adjustment in your attitude." The boys mother simply stated and reached for Zacs upper arm, "I don't care if you have to be out on the set in two seconds, your going to learn a well deserved lesson, with a sore butt."
Zacs soft boyish face immediately transformed from the overwhelming defiant exuberance that is his naturally, to a boy with the sudden doomed realization that he was about feel his mothers certain wrath. His eyebrows arced, his red lips parted in shock, and his usually bright eyes dampened as he struggled for the words that could aid his escape. "Mom please!" he whined, feeling her tug on his arm grow more determined as she pulled him to the dressing table. The two older boys scattered as in unison, heading for the other side of the room where they watched their baby brothers' predicament. "Can't we do this after the show?" Zac pleaded, twisting his head to scan the room for other viewers and noticing the door of the small room ajar and the shadowed figure of the cameraman peaking from the crack of the door.
"We're going to do this now! I don't care if you can't sit down in front of Letterman and the entire world! I don't care if you can't stop crying until after the show!" The determined woman stated, moving the stools set up for the boys out of the way and dragging her eleven year old sons wiggling body towards the counter. "We're doing this now! Take down your pants!"
Zac was horrified. He stood rigid, facing his mother, rubbing his upper arm. The words hit him like a slap in the face. She was meaning to spank him, Zachary Hanson the drummer of the most successful music group since the New Kids, and in front of his brothers, with the door still open and the cameraman witness, with his pants pulled down to his ankles! Tears filled his eyes, though he fought hard to control them, and his heart took up a faster pace.
"Mom please no!" Zac whined, shedding the tough boy exterior he usually flaunted. He was going to cry and he knew it and it wouldn't matter who saw. He was feeling embarrassed and trapped.
"You should have thought of that before you played your silly little games son." His mother responded, still holding a firm voice but softening it at the sight of her son's tears. Undaunted though, she reached for the boys waist.
Zac responded by brushing her hands away, and with a great deal of effort he pulled apart the snap of his blue jeans, bowing his head and wishing his hair wasn't tied up in a tail so he could hide behind it.
His mind was wondering what his brothers were doing, what the cameraman was thinking as he lowered his zipper, giving up all hopes of reprieve and knowing further pleas would only result in his mother taking over the lowering of his jeans. The eleven year old boy squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the tears slipping down his face and began tugging on the sides of his pants.
His jeans were a bit snug and tugging them down was a chore. His briefs slipped down a few notches and though he tugged them back up, a part of his brain realized that they too would be down. Though she hadn't done it since they had become stars, his mother spanked the three of them only one way, the way her mother had done her and she never deviated. Part of him hoped this time, under these circumstances, she wouldn't require him lowering his briefs, but it was a lost hope.
"I need a belt or something," The boy's mother announced, turning from Zac who had just lowered his jeans to his ankles and was standing in briefs and bronzed, recently tanned legs. None of the boys were wearing belts. On the dresser to one side there was a wood backed hair brush all three boys had probably used on their long blond hair. Once sighted, she retrieved it and quickly returned to her little boy.
"Your underpants too son," Zac pleaded again, whining and not hiding his tears this time, but his mothers face was unyielding and he gave up and slipped his thumbs into the elastic waistband of his size eleven Hanes and tugged them down.
The boy then turned towards the countertop and faced the large, full mirrors above them and feeling more embarrassed at not only his nakedness, but also the jutting head of his penis poking beneath his belly just above the countertop. He didn't need that now, he thought bitterly and squeezed his slender legs tight and pressed up against the counter.
{Cameraman's view}
Jason Castille held his breath, pressing his face up against the crack in the door, his lips clamped, his face tight from sheer expectation. What he was seeing was a rare moment and he desperately wished he had a camera setup right here, right now. He could retrieve one, but he would most assuredly miss the scene he wouldn't want to miss for the world. The halls were empty behind and would be for a while he hoped, until the show started.
He had watched as little Zac lowered his briefs, and he caught his breath, eyeing the smooth flesh of the boys legs, the pale counters of his buttocks clenching and unclenching in his nervous state. What caught him off guard was the small penis jutting rigid and proud between the young boys' legs.
The Hanson mother had taken her position to the other side of her little boys bent form and pulled back Zacs shirt, revealing more of the boys smooth body.
Jason watched the boys face, saw it grip, teeth clenched white between nearly pursed lips, eyes wet and squeezed shut, then popping open wide when the brush slapped the center of his bared bottom. The little boys head bobbed, his body jerked forward against the counter and he gave a small cry that echoed the sharp slap of wood impacting the tender boyish flesh. Jason held his breath while the boys' mother raised the brush again.
"Please mom, please" Zac pled just before the brush slapped his right cheek. It resounded and the boy gasped his cry, shoving his body against the countertop. Jason watched the youths rounded face transform from pleading expectancy to a twisted display of pain as the brush left his rear end.
{Zac's view}
Zac grit his teeth, clenched them, his body struggling against the sting buzzing across both of his cheeks. He held his breath and waited for the next smack of the brush, tasting tears from the corner of his lips. It came, exploding across his left buttocks and god oh god it burned, sending heated fingers of pain from the surface of his buttocks up into his stomach and spreading to the rest of him. He jerked forward and reached his left hand back to grab at his stinging flesh. His mother was quicker and grasped his wrist and pinned his hand to his back.
"I'm sorry!" He burbled, crying unashamedly now. His mother's response was the next smack from the brush. The pain enveloped both cheeks, spread through him and he jerked forward with a sharp scream.
The next swat from the brush brought him erect to his feet, dancing and squalling from the burn, which erupted against both cheeks. He reached back with his right, but it too was pinned and his mother smacked his bottom again, this time much harder. The boy was screaming, pleading, dancing while the brush smacked his bared bottom like a metronome without losing a beat, impacting first one cheek, then the other, then the center of both. He didn't care that his penis was flopping loosely between his legs, or that it no longer was erect or that his brothers and the cameraman were still watching. Nothing mattered except that his bottom was on fire and his mother wasn't going to quit until he his bare cheeks were blistered.
"Are you going to cause any more trouble?" The boy's mother yelled above her son's screams.
"NO!" Zac bellowed, gasping to catch his breath between squalls. The brush smacked the lower part of his bottom and burned up into his throbbing buttocks. He screeched from this, hissing through his lips and dancing on the tips of his toes.
"Are you sure?" His mother bellowed and smacked her son's bottom again.
"YES! YES!" Zachary Hanson squalled, struggling against his mother's firm hold.
Mrs. Hanson gave her youngest son one last sharp swat from the brush and released his squirming hands. Zachary grabbed at his throbbing cheeks and danced a few moments, rubbing vigorously at the burn and sobbed.
{Cameraman's View}
Jason was sweating now, his eyes filling with it. He had watched the boys bottom go from the soft, pale pink of a defiant Zachary Hanson to the bright shaded red of a bawling little boy. Now he watched as Zac danced about, holding his rear end, not concerned about his nakedness or his audience. The boys penis bobbed with the dance, flapping back and forth, no longer erect but loose and still beautiful.
Finally the squalling boy calmed down and reached gingerly to his ankles for his briefs and slid them up, then over his burning buttocks. He pulled up his pants and wiped the tears from his face, averting his eyes from his brothers and the cameraman. Zachary wouldn't tell about the cameraman. He'd get him back later, he decided, after the show.... ....if he didn't get caught.
Dave Letterman announced the Hanson's on schedule and the three youngsters bounced out on stage, waving with smiles to a screaming audience. First came the older boy Isaac--who snapped up the guitar and took his position to the left of the stage--then Taylor bounced out unto the stage and found his spot behind the keyboard. Then came out a puffy faced youngster known to the kids as Animal, gingerly making his way behind the drums and mysteriously avoiding the stool he usually sat at when he played. Zachary tested the symbols, then jabbed the drums and the Hanson's sang out 'mmmbop' to a screaming frenzy of fans.