My name is Jeffrey Goldenstein and I am the sole caregiver of my boy, Ryan. Ryan is a good looking kid at age eleven. And I love him dearly. This story is about me and Ryan.
Just the other day, Ryan, had invited his best friend Steve over for the weekend. The two of them behaved very well on the first day. But the second day was a little bit different. They were really rowdy and were romping around the living room when they hit my favourite lamp. It's a beautiful lamp with a stained glass shade, and a colored base. It smashed into little pieces. I was furious and yelled at them all night. I told them that in the morning, they were going to get a spanking.
The next morning I opened the door to my son's room and crept in slowly. The covers were pulled off and I saw Ryan laying on top of the bed in just his white briefs. Lying on his stomach was the head of Steven. He too, was only dressed in his briefs.
Ryan is a very good looking kid. He has a well tanned body and slender muscles. Steven also was the same.
"Hey guys." I said, waking them up. They roused slowly and pulled themselves out of bed. Since it was Sunday, they didn't bother to get dressed. "Time for breakfast." I called out.
They came down in a few minutes. Steven had pulled a t-shirt over his slim chest, but nothing else had changed. Ryan slid into one of the chairs and waited hungrily for breakfast. I guessed that they had forgot about the spanking. I decided to remind them.
"After breakfast, you guys are going to get that spanking I promised you." I said. They looked up in fear. To tell you the truth, I had thought about letting them get away with it. But I decided that they would never learn without one.
"Aw Dad." Ryan complained. I noticed that Steve kept silent. He slid into one of the chairs and picked at the food I had set down.
They ate very slowly, dreading the moments to come. But after a half an hour had gone by I decided that enough was enough. So, I took their plates away and called them into the living room. There was a armless chair set up with all the implements sitting beside it.
My tools of choice were a oak hairbrush with a wide back end that provided a good steady smack...and there was a paddle. Actually it was a ping pong paddle, but it worked really well.
"You first, Ryan." I said as I sat down. He didn't move. "Don't make me come over there and get you." I concluded.
His bottom twitching, he moved over to me very slowly. Once he was in arm's grasp, I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him over my knee. I decided to start with just my hand. So I lifted my hand up into the air and brought it down on Ryan's underwear clad bum. He gasped from the shock, but I knew that it wasn't that painful...yet.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
The blows landed on his rear and I could see the faint outline of red under his briefs. His bum was clenched so hard that it wasn't getting through to him. So I concentrated on his upper thigh area and soundly smacked them several times.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
He started to "OOH!" and "AHHH!" as the spanks stung there way onto his legs. His bottom unclenched and I decided that it was time to go to the next level. Tears were just beginning to form in his eyes.
When I stopped with my hand, I heard a sigh from Ryan. He obviously thought I was finished, and that I let him off easy. No way. He moaned his protest when I picked up the hairbrush!
"Dad! P-please! I'll b-b-ee good!"
"You certainly will!" I said as I put my hands around the elastic waistband of his underwear and pulled them down! He protested some more.
"Naughty boys get spanked!" I said, ignoring his pleas of innocence. I raised the hairbrush and brought it down on his naughty little bum. It smacked! He let out a loud gasp and the tears started to come more freely as I continued the assault with the brush.
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I didn't count the strokes but it went on for a long time. He was crying loudly now and his legs were kicking the air as the hairbrush unmercifully battered his bum!
"N-no more!" He cried.
But I didn't listen. His bottom had turned from white to light pink to a healthy shade of red. Finally I stopped. Ryan's chest heaved up and down from the crying. He shrieked some more protest as I put the hairbrush down and picked up the paddle.
"What are you?" I asked.
"A N-naughtly little boy!" He cried.
I agree. So I raised the paddle and brought it down harshly on his bottom. Boy did that thing smack. He shrieked as the paddle made it self known. I raised it up again and continued to spank his bottom soundly. His bum turned even redder. But I wasn't finished.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
I put down the paddle and rubbed his bottom with his hands. He was sobbing loudly and his yells could be heard around the house. But I wasn't done yet. It was time to introduce Ryan to a new level that my dad used. I picked up the hairbrush and he shrieked. I didn't listen. Instead I forced his legs apart with my knee and in doing so spread apart his bum cheeks. I raised the hairbrush and smacked the inside of the right cheek and what a yell! I did it about ten more times and the screams were almost intolerable. I started on the other side. His inside was turning a deep red.
Than I consoled him with a rub on the back. "Time for the last bit. Only ten more spankings."
Than I spread his bum cheeks even more and I aimed. I brought the hairbrush down right onto his little boyhole. The scream propelled around the house. I'm sure the neighbors would be able to hear it. I did it ten more times. He didn't have enough strength to fight it. He took it while sobbing away quietly on my knee. I rubbed his bottom and his boyhole and then I set him down. I told him to stand in the corner. He did this while holding his hands on top of his head. Then I pointed at Steve with my hairbrush and said..."Your next."
THE END????