Author's note: This is a continuation of the Spanked In the Boys Home series I have been writing, parts 2 and 3 appeared under the pseudonym "Spanked Bare," and the boys in this story are featured in those. Sorry for the inconvenience but if any of you have any complaints you should be spanked for your ingratitude ;)
Bobby was 12, you may recall, and looked like that kid Roland in the movie Slingshot. He was about the same height and weight but the greatest similarity was his butt. It seemed to fit neatly in the middle of his legs. Small but protruding, white and hairless, he was unfortunately a favorite to spank. Even though he was 12, the hand of an average size 14-year old could cover the width of his butt with one good swat.
Before Jonathan's arrival, Bobby was the youngest boy in the group, but now he was a couple of years older than the youngest and that gave him seniority. Bobby had been waiting for the right opportunity for some get back. Little Jonathan wouldn't have to do much, Bobby thought, and he would be all over the boy.
That night, Jonathan was taking a bath. Jonathan was 9 years old, about 4'6", and weighed about 90 pounds. He had thick, wavy brown hair, green eyes, and a swimmer's build. When Bobby looked walked in to take a pee, the sight of Jonathan made him hopeful.
Bobby finished peeing and turned around to watch Jonathan as he stood to dry himself out. As most young boys do, Jonathan dapped himself here and there, but he was still so wet that he left a pool of water where he stepped out.
"Hey," Bobby called out, "Look at all that water!"
Startled, Jonathan replied, "Sorry, sir," and he bent down to use his towel to dry it up. As he did, Bobby stared at that perfect, little, pert butt and knew this was his chance.
"Fine," Bobby began, "Dry it up now, but then," as he sat down on the lid of the toilet, "Bring it here when you're done."
Whimpering now, "Yes, sir," Jonathan replied. Submissively, as always, Jonathan finished what he was doing, wrapped himself in the towel, and went to Bobby.
Unceremoniously, Bobby reached up and undid the towel, laid it across his lap, and guided Jonathan over the top, caressing Jonathan's butt as he did. Jonathan's little, 9-year old butt was firmly rounded, yet springy to the touch. Feeling he needed to say something, Bobby said, "You can't just go around leaving messes for others to clean up or hoping that people won't slip and fall, Jonathan."
Although Bobby looked somewhat like Roland in the movie Slingshot, Bobby's muscles were better defined, and Jonathan knew his swats would hurt. Raising his hand, Bobby brought it down with great force on the right cheek of Jonathan's butt: SMACK! Left, right, up, down: SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Bobby wasn't swatting his hardest and little Jonathan's butt was just now turning crimson red in many spots. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Jonathan was crying.
As many times as he had been spanked by now, in just his short, little stay at this home, he had learned now that begging did no good here. His bottom was so sore. You would think Bobby would have gone easier, Jonathan thought to himself, having been spanked so many times himself, but it's as if he is taking vengeance on my butt! Indeed, he was.
Bobby loved this! He loved taking his time, spanking systematically, and watching the havoc his hand was wreaking on little Jonathan's butt! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Now, Jonathan was silently sobbing, resigned to this spanking that never seemed to end. His bottom set aflame with each new swat: SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Whoever said your butt goes numb after all must be wrong, he thought.
Finally, Bobby decided it was time to stop. Trying to stand Jonathan up, Jonathan almost fell he was sobbing so uncontrollably. His bottom was so sore. Surely, he didn't deserve this, he thought to himself. Wonder what Dewayne would say..... He would tell him....show him, and find out.