"I won't do it again!" I remembered whimpering, my fingers hovering at the front of my pants. Staring through tear clouded eyes at the spoon Daniel brandished I felt my belly tighten, knowing I was about to have my bottom paddled with it. I had felt its sting many times before at the hands of my mom and the belt had blistered my bare butt when it was my dads turn, but this was the first time I had I faced getting spanked by anyone other than my parents. Daniel was a college student who visited us often and on occasion he babysat.
"That isn't the problem Alex. You shouldn't have done it in the first place."
I had gone outside without checking with him. Daniel had spent nearly an hour trying to find out where I was, finally finding me two houses down at a friends. The stern look on his face as we came back to the house was all I needed to know I was in big trouble, but I assumed he would just tell my parents. They had given him permission to spank any of us if we needed it, but he had never done it, only threatened it. Now was more than a threat.
"You have two seconds to pull your pants down or I'm going to do it for you and you'll earn extra." Daniel demanded, pointing the spoon.
I felt the tears let loose as I felt the defeat work its way through my slender, eleven year old frame, but I only hesitated slightly as I lifted my shirt and pulled at the snap to my jeans and worked the zipper down.
"I just forgot," I pled again, grabbing the top of my jeans and the elastic of my briefs, tugging them from my hips and feeling my face flush when my penis flapped out from my underwear rigid and straining.
"Hands on the table."
I turned toward the table and placed my hands on the wood surface, feeling Danny's hand on the small of my back and lifting my shirt.
"If you reach back or pull even once you will get an extra five swats, got it?"
"Y....yes," I whimpered and held my breath.
The paddling began almost as soon as I had responded. The spoon slapped my right cheek and exploded with a fiery vengeance. I pressed my hands against the table and howled, arching my back and gripping my butt cheeks. The pain was incredible.
The second swat caught my left cheek and the pain was more than I could bear. I was on the tips of my toes and bawling my eyes out while the burn enveloped my tender flesh.
Danny smacked each buttock in turn, first high, then low, all in steady succession while I squirmed madly against the pain, shoving my hips against the table and gripping the side of it with my fingers, my pleas and screams almost shrieks. I could feel the heat spreading and the burn intensified with each new swat and it was all I could do to keep my hands in front of me, but I gave and reached back right after one seething slap from the wooden spoon. I felt Danny's hand grab my wrist and felt the spoon burn my right buttock, close to where the curve of my buttock meets the top of my leg.
"Adding five," I heard him say, then felt a quick succession of swats from the spoon, from one cheek to the other, explode across my already burning bottom.
Then it was over. I hadn't counted but I knew I must have had 30 swats. My buttocks pulsed and stung madly, but Danny wouldn't allow me to rub it out. Instead he made me put my hands on my head and stand right where I was, facing the table, my pants and briefs around my ankles. I cried uncontrollably, swiping at the tears on my face when Danny wasn't looking, hating him and the spoon and myself for getting into trouble.
It was about fifteen minutes later, and I was still standing with my hands on my head when Danny called for my brothers and sisters to come down for lunch. I started to reach down for my pants when Danny told me I was to stand "right where I was" until lunch was over. I cried anew, feeling my flaccid penis begin a slow rise to life as my siblings each came in, one at a time to find they're older brother standing with his pants and underwear down around his ankles, his butt cheeks blazing red and his penis jutting like a diminutive javelin toward the edge of the table. They all ate their sandwiches in silence, gazing at the spectacle solemnly lest they find themselves in the same predicament, but stare they did.
After lunch, my siblings left quietly and I was allowed to pull up my pants and go to my room to cry.