Pain vs. Pleasure - Punishments of a 10-Year-Old Boy - Part 2


by BoySpanker

Over the next two days David received three more hand spankings on his bare buttocks. Two of them were from Lauren, one from me. For some reason the spankings we did give him only seemed to help temporarily. After each spanking he would promise to behave, but it was only a short matter of time when he would act up again. His poor, little bottom didn't even have time to turn back to its normal color between spankings, so after the third spanking his buns were very red indeed.

"We just need to be persistent," Lauren kept telling me, knowing that these spankings would soon pay off.

The day after his fourth spanking, which included the very first from Lauren, she decided it was time for a trip to the grocery store. She asked David if he wanted to go along, but he said he would rather stay home and play. He had been pretty good all morning so I really didn't mind him staying home with me while I worked.

Things were very quiet for about an hour. I was at the table working and David was in the living room playing. I suddenly heard a loud crash that was very startling at first. I sprang up out of the chair and quickly went into the living room to investigate the situation. There on the floor was a vase which had been given to Lauren that had been in her family for over three generations. It was now in a hundred tiny pieces on the floor. Next to it on the floor was the infamous soccer ball, the one that had already caused a lot of trouble for him in the past.

"I'm sorry. It was an accident," David nervously told me.

I reached out and grabbed his arm as tightly as I could. "What have you been told about playing with the ball in the house?" I asked in a loud, angry voice.

"You told me not to," he replied, almost near tears. "Oww, let go. You're hurting me."

"I'm not hurting you nearly as much now as I'm going to!" I loudly told him.

I grabbed him around the waist, picked him up, and carried him downstairs into the basement. It was the perfect place for severely tanning a boy's hide, dark and gloomy. I sat down on the sofa and stood him up before me. I then unbuttoned his pants.

"Please don't spank me!" he begged.

"You are _d_a_m_n_ lucky that's all I'm going to do young man!" I told him as I yanked his jeans down to his ankles. "Those spankings you were given already haven't seemed to get through to you, but I gaurantee that this one will."

He knew just from looking at me that his young, 10-year-old fanny was going to really get it this time. He had seen me quite upset before, but nothing like this. I grabbed the waistband of his white briefs and quickly pulled them down to rest up on his jeans. I then hauled him over my knees and wrapped my arm tightly around his waist so that he couldn't move at all.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Owwwwww!" he howled. "Please stop! I'll be good!"

"I am definately going to make sure of that," I said as I continued to slap his bare buttocks.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! sMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He was screaming as loud as I could and his bottom was getting very hot, but I continued to spank him fast and hard. His bottom was redder than a shiny, new fire engine, and I'm sure it even glowed more than one as well.

"You are a very naughty, little boy, and if I have to spank the skin right off your little tail before you learn your lesson then I _d_a_m_n_ well will do so," I said as I smacked him over and over. I gave him about a hundred hard swats before finally lifting him off my knees. He had quite an erection from the workout and I grabbed his arm and hauled him over to the corner. His buns were two very red mounds.

Lauren came home soon after and I called her down into the basement. "What happened to my vase?" she asked with a sad, yet angry look.

"It seems as though David wanted to continue playing ball in the house even after being told a hundred times not to," I informed her.

She sadly shook her head. "David, turn around and look at me," she said.

David slowly turned around and stared at the floor, unable to look her in the eyes. He still had an erection and his hands immediately went to cover himself.

"Don't you even think about covering your penis!" I told him loudly. "Get your hands to your sides!"

"David, I'm going to let Rick deal with this however he sees fit. I am very upset with you right now, but we are going to talk about this later," she told him. She then turned around and walked back upstairs.

"David, get back over here!" I demanded.

With his pants and underwear still down around his ankles he shuffled back over to me. I took his arm and pulled him back over my lap.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Once again David was howling very loudly. I turned him over on my lap and held him. He was still very erect, and I gently placed my fingertips around the exposed, little head of his penis. I ran my fingers the short length down his shaft as a finger from my other hand found its way to the cleft of his very sore bottom. After a short search I found his very tight and warm anus. I didn't penetrate yet, but just sat there with him laying there on top me as I played wiht him.

To be continued...


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