When I was 19 my parents divorced and I stayed with my father. My mother took off to another state and I didn't see her for several years. After the divorce my father waited for about two months and quickly remarried. My new stepmother had a son, 12 year old Raymond. He was a cute boy and a bundle of energy around the house. However, he was quite mischievous and quickly became a problem because I ended up watching most of the time. My father was away a lot on business and the boy's mother worked strange hours, often about 2 p. m. to 10 or 11 p. m.
Raymond had cute little chubby buns and I often thought about spanking him. However, I wasn't sure his mother would approve. Then one morning I was talking about the boy and how he was often into mischief. She agreed that he could be a problem at times and then offered this advice, much to my surprise and, I must say, delight: "Spank him. Pull down his pants and spank him."
So there was my invitation to spank him. After making his dinner and hearing him complain about my cooking, helping him with his homework which he never wanted to do and trying to get him to take a shower and go to bed at night without putting up a fight, I finally, maybe, had a solution. The next time the little 12 year old brat yelled at me or threw something at me, I would spank him. As Raymond walked into the kitchen that morning in his tight pajama bottoms I couldn't help but stare at his chubby little butt and think how much fun it would be to smack those cheeks.
After breakfast he and I were off the school. He went to his sixth grade class and I was off to the local community college. When I got home at 3 p. m. he was in the kitchen making a sandwich. After making the sandwich, however, he didn't put away the bread or the mustard. When I asked him to put those things in the cupboard, he ignored me. When I asked him again, he paused and then said, "You do it," and left the room with his sandwich and soft drink.
As he walked out, I looked down at his chubby little butt and thought to myself, "I'm going to do it." I took after him. I grabbed the sandwich and drink, put them on a table and then took hold of his left hand and began marching him to the living room sofa. He yelled, "What are you doing?"
I responded, "I've taken all I can from you. I am going to spank your butt."
"Spank me?" he questioned. "You can't do that." I ignored his protests and began releasing the zipper on his jeans. I gave them a yank and they fell to his ankles. Since he was barefoot, it was easy for him to step out of them. Next I relieved him of his shirt. And now Raymond, the naughty little brat, was stripped down to his underpants. Seeing the boy in his underpants was delightful. He suddenly was helpless and under my command. I felt great. He continued to protest, but I ignored him completely. I quickly had him leaning over the end of the sofa in his underpants and his butt up. I gave him a few quick swats. He complained, but didn't cry. So as he leaned over the edge of the sofa, I grabbed the elastic tops of his underpants and yanked them down in one huge SWOOOOOOP!!! Raymond was now naked, his fleshy white boy butt exposed. Two very rounded mounds of ass cheeks.
I began slapping his naked butt. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP He quickly started crying and squirming his already reddened ass. I slapped his thighs and then back up to his fleshy little butt. Probably about 20 slaps altogether. To further bring home a message, I had the boy stand naked in the corner of the kitchen (where this episode began). I made him stand naked for 15 minutes and then another 15 minutes in his underpants.
I must say, Raymond was much better after that. Of course, I did spank him a few more times. One of those spankings was in the woodshed behind the garage.