Author's note: This is another story by request. I'm working my way through the various ideas people have kindly sent me, but I can always use more. Thanks to everyone who has sent me Email.
Background: This is based on the TV show "A Family Affair" It aired in the US during the late 60's/early 70's. It was about a single man who wound up having to raise his two nieces and nephew. One of the nieces was a teenager, but the younger boy and girl were twins aged 7 or so. Uncle Bill was played by Brian Keith and Jody, the nephew, was played by Johnnie Whitaker. There was also an English housekeeper named Mr. French played by Sebastian Cabot. He was a "gentleman's gentleman" as they put it, very proper and reserved. Anyway, someone mentioned to me a specific episode of the show that I had not seen called "Love Me, Love Me Not". In this episode, Jody sees one of his friends get a good swat on the seat of his trousers for breaking a window. The friend's father explains to Jody that he has "socked" his son because he loves him. Jody wants to find out if his Uncle Bill loves him as much as his friend's father loves him and so he proceeds to do all kinds of things to annoy his uncle. Uncle Bill doesn't know what is going on and so he keeps talking to Jody until the boy finally explains. Uncle Bill then talks to the friend's father and gets the scoop. He tells Jody that he is going to spank him and so before bed, he turns him around and gives him one slap on the back of his pajamas. Jody is happy to know that Uncle Bill loves him, but honestly, no self-respecting boy would let a little spank like that keep him out of trouble, would he?
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Jody Davis was feeling sulky. This was the weekend and he was supposed to be having fun, but things weren't working out at all. First of all, both of his sisters were going out. Cissy had been invited over to stay with a friend and his twin, Buffy was also going to a slumber party with one of her schoolmates. Jody had not minded at first; Uncle Bill would be here Jody would have him all to himself. But now Uncle Bill was being called away too, and Jody was to be left in the care of Mr. French. Jody liked Mr. French well enough, but he could be a bit stuffy at times. This was not likely to be a fun-filled night.
Cissy had already gone and Uncle Bill was now getting ready to leave as well. He was to drop Buffy off and so soon it would be just him and Mr. French. Buffy was bubbling with excitement and Jody was feeling rather resentful about the whole thing. It just didn't seem fair, somehow! As Uncle Bill picked up his coat, he turned towards Jody.
"Now, Jody," he said, "I want you to be a good boy and mind Mr. French tonight."
"I will, Uncle Bill," Jody said with a bit of a long face and his chin pointed slightly out.
"All right then, I'll see you tomorrow."
Uncle Bill opened the door and Buffy trotted out, holding her little backpack. Jody came to the door and watched as they went to the elevator. Buffy turned and waved to him as the doors shut. Sighing to himself, Jody turned and went back into the apartment.
"Well, Master Jody, what would you like to do? How about a walk in the park before dark?" Mr. French asked.
"No thanks, Mr. French. Is it O. K. if I just watch some TV?"
"Well, certainly, Master Jody. I'll just go work on supper, then."
Mr. French went into the kitchen and Jody sat on the couch. He watched for a while, but then that bored him so he turned the set off and went to his room. There were any number of toys there, but Jody was not used to playing by himself and found it hard to keep himself occupied. He found his baseball and picked it up. Looking at it reminded him of how his friend had broken his father's window and how his father had socked him for it. Following this train of thought, he thought of all the things he had done to get Uncle Bill mad at him and how long it had taken before Uncle Bill understood that Jody wanted to get socked himself. Thinking about how Uncle Bill had finally swatted him a good one gave him a warm feeling. Now that he knew Uncle Bill loved him, he wondered about Mr. French. Jody loved Mr. French almost as much as Uncle Bill, but he had no idea how the man felt about him. Mr. French was always so proper there was no way to tell. Then a wide grin broke out on Jody's dimpled face; he could see if he could get Mr. French to sock him! Since he would only do that if he loved him, that would be the answer right there! With something to do, Jody leaped up and went to find the Englishman.
As we walked down the hall, his mind was working. Jody had never even seen Mr. French loose his temper so this would probably take a while. He found him in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on supper.
"Ah, Master Jody, I was just getting ready to call you for dinner," the portly butler said.
"I'll carry the plates to the table, Mr. French," Jody announced as he picked up the two plates Mr. French had set out. They were not Uncle Bill's nice plates so Jody felt no real guilt as he pretended to accidentally drop them. They landing with a crash on the tile floor.
"Do be careful, Master Jody," Mr. French said with a sigh as he got the broom. After he swept the shards up, he took the food to the table and they sat down. Mr. French made a big deal about table manners and so Jody rather pointedly ate his food in the sloppiest way possible. Several times Mr. French told him to stop eating with his mouth open or not to slurp, but the boy just ignored him. After supper, Jody managed to be in the way of just about everything to befuddled butler tried to do. Still, Mr. French's demeanor did not crack.
Jody was feeling a bit frustrated and started pulling out the stops. Mr. French had finished washing the dishes and was now trying to watch TV. Jody made this difficult by running though the room and yelling. Finally, Mr. French told him to go to his room. He went, but he had no intention of staying there. In about five minutes he came back out and carried on worse than before. In the same tone of voice he had used previously, Mr. French told him to go back to his room. Again Jody went, but this time he was annoyed. There was a big pout on his freckled face. Mr. French was like a block of ice, nothing would make him crack enough to sock Jody. Maybe he just didn't love him enough.
Jody decided that he just had to find out. Besides, sitting here in his room was boring. Still, he wanted to do something that Mr. French couldn't ignore. The grin returned to his face as the answer came to him. A friend of his at school had brought some water balloons to school one day and they had made water bombs until the teacher stopped them. But Jody had saved a few balloons and now he went and got one. Filling it up from the bathroom tap and tying it, he crept down the hall to the couch where the unsuspecting Mr. French was sitting. As quiet as a mouse, Jody entered the room and took aim at the back of the man's head. With a loud whoop, he let fly and the balloon landed solidly in the back of Mr. French's head.
Mr. French stood up. How he managed to maintain his dignity with a wet head and water dripping off him was beyond Jody, but he still looked every inch the gentleman.
"Master Jody, that is quite enough. I am afraid that I shall have to spank you and send you to bed. Go to your room at once and put on your pajamas." Mr. French said crisply.
Jody felt a little thrill go through himself; Mr. French loved him just as much as Uncle Bill did! He wasn't going to just talk to him after all. He turned meekly around and made his way to his room. He stripped off his clothes and left them in a heap. Then he pulled on his pajamas and sat on the bed to wait.
After a few minutes, Mr. French walked in. He looked at Jody's pile of dirty laundry disapprovingly.
"I shall require one of my bedroom slippers, Master Jody. Go and fetch it from my closet." Mr. French instructed his young charge.
Jody got up and went to Mr. French's room. What did the man want a slipper for? Were his feet cold? Jody didn't feel all that cold himself, he had been running about all night. He went to Mr. French's closet and found his slippers. They had a thick leather sole, not worn down much as they were only ever worn on a carpeted floor. Mr. French had asked for one, but he must have made a mistake; what good was just one slipper? Jody got both of them and returned to his room.
Mr. French was sitting on Jody's bed and he gave the boy a funny look at he spotted the two slippers.
"Why have you brought me both of my slippers, Master Jody?" he asked.
"I kind of figured that you'd want to keep both of your feet warm, Mr. French" Jody responded. He was more confused than ever. Mr. French was still wearing his black shoes, what were the slippers for?
"I am afraid the slipper's purpose is not to keep my foot warm, Master Jody" Mr. French curtly informed him. "It is to make your bottom warm."
Jody was a bit surprised by this. Mr. French was going to sock him with the slipper? He fingered the sole again. That would hurt a bit more than Uncle Bill's hand, he was sure. But it was only one swat, after all. It wouldn't be that much worse.
"Come and stand in front of me, Master Jody" Mr. French instructed.
Jody obeyed and in a moment was facing the butler.
"Master Jody, your behavior as of late leaves much to be desired. You have been very naughty all evening, and for that you have earned yourself a spanking. But it is not just tonight that I am concerned with. You have not been helpful around the house and you have been keeping your half of your room in a very messy state. That pile of clothes is an excellent example of what I mean. It is not my job to pick up after you, but that is what I have had to do."
"I have decided that it will stop now. You have been a very naughty little boy, and will be treated as such. If you persist to act this way, you will continue to be spanked. So for your sake, Master Jody, I hope this will teach you a proper lesson."
With that, Mr. French reached out and took hold of Jody's baby blue pajama bottoms. With a deft flick of his fingers he unsnapped them and pulled them down to the boy's knees.
"What are you doing, Mr. French?" Jody asked with some concern. It wasn't that he was worried about Mr. French seeing his naked little _d_i_c_k_ and balls; the butler had seen those any number of times before, but why was he taking down his pajamas if he was about to spank him?
"As I said, Master Jody, you have been a very naughty lad, and I am going to spank you on your bare bottom." As he spoke, Mr. French continued moving, pulling Jody forward and over his knees. Jody felt his upper body lean down on the bed as his legs dangled helplessly over the floor. His pajamas slipped down even further, going from his knees to his ankles. He felt his stout little _c_o_c_k_ pressing against the crisp fabric of Mr. French's pants. Above all, he was aware of his now bare bottom, pointing straight up towards the ceiling. For the first time, it occurred to Jody that Mr. French might give him more than one whack. What had he gotten himself into?
"Please don't spank me too hard, Mr. French" Jody begged trying to get a bit of mercy, "I'm sorry."
"It is a bit late for that Master Jody," Mr. French told him as he picked up the slipper. "You are going to be soundly spanked and I do not intend to stop until I feel that you have been properly chastised. Then you may tell me that you are sorry."
Jody heard a whoosh of air and then the slipper connected, SLAP!
"Ouch!" he exclaimed. That felt much harder that the whack from Uncle Bill. And indeed it was only the first, SLAP!
Mr. French's foot was a decent size and his slipper was quite big enough to cover both of Jody's little butt cheeks. As it came down, Jody felt a burning heat starting in both sides of his bum, SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"Ow! Please, Mr. French!" he gasped. But it was to no avail. With one hand firmly holding the boy in place, the butler continued doing his duty to the burning little buns, SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Jody wiggled around as tears stared coming to his eyes. His bottom was really beginning to burn, but all his efforts accomplished was that Mr. French held him down tighter, SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
As the hateful slipper descended again and again on Jody's tender little bottom, he started to bawl in earnest. The stinging pain was all he could thing about and he begged Mr. French to stop, but the man said not a word in response. The only sound in the room was the wailing from Jody's own mouth and the smacking sound of the slipper as it spanked Jody's naked little butt cheeks.
Mr. French gave no quarter, delivering about forty blistering smacks in total to Jody's upturned rump. When he was finished to his satisfaction, he had a wailing boy over his knee, trying desperately to rub his well-chastised bottom, but Mr. French prevented this.
"No, Master Jody," he said while holding the boy's arms in place, "I want you to think about the pain in your bottom for a few moments. This is what happens to naughty boys who misbehave."
Jody continued crying into the bed and wished like anything that Mr. French would let him go. His rear felt like fire! At last his hands were freed and he gave his cheeks some much needed rubbing. He was still lying over Mr. French's lap and the man spoke up again.
"You are lucky that it is your bedtime, Master Jody," he told him. "Otherwise I would require you to stand in the corner for an hour with your spanked bottom on display. But because of the lateness of the hour, I will let you off this time. But next time, you shall not be so fortunate. Now are you ready to have your pajamas pulled back up?"
Jody wasn't really, but he said yes, anyway. Mr. French stood him up and lifted them from his ankles back around his waist. After fastening them, Mr. French put his hand through Jody's curly hair.
"No, if you are good tomorrow, I shan't say anything to your uncle about this, Master Jody," Mr. French said. "I was sorry to have to do that to you but I did it because I love you."
"I know, Mr. French," Jody said through his tears.
After telling him to go right to bed, Mr. French got up and left. Jody rushed over to the mirror and pulled his pajamas back down. Turning around, he examined his bottom in the reflection. Boy, was it ever red! Along with his hair and flushed face, he was red all over. He knew Mr. French wouldn't check on him, so he took his pajama bottoms all the way off as he climbed into bed. Laying on his tummy, he slowly rubbed his cheeks as the heat rose off of them. That had been more than he had bargained for, but boy, Mr. French sure must love him a lot!