Two at Once


by Andy Emm <Andybottup@yahoo.com>

This story is entirely fiction. It has never and will never happen.

I sat in my favourite chair and waited in anticipation for my two sons to return home. I was I have to admit, a little excited at the prospect of the evenings forthcoming attraction. Both of my sons were due a sound swatting and a deserved one too.

I heard the door open and caught a glimpse of my oldest, a handsome blond 7 year old with a slim body and blue eyes as he kicked off his school shoes at the door. He was closely followed by my brown haired 5 year old who was equally as handsome and kicked his shoes off too. They both then sat on the floor and removed their socks, placing them carefully into their shoes and putting the shoes neatly on the rack.

The two, now barefooted boys looked at each other both knowing what was to follow. I insisted on bare feet at home, it is so much healthier and a boy looks cuter that way. Their school shirts and badly hanging neckties were complimented by their very tight (I must get some new ones – not just yet perhaps) grey school shorts and tanned legs and feet.

I faced forward as the two padded in and stood before me with their heads down. Both stood with their hands behind their backs, curling their little toes and shuffling around in nervous expectation. I looked at them and ordered them to turn around so that I could admire my, at this moment, tightly covered targets.

I admired the older boys tight buttocks but equally the smaller globes of the younger boy, so perfect both of them in their own way. On my command they bent over and touched their toes, this increased my pleasure, what wonderful targets these were I thought to myself.

They removed their shirts with a click of my fingers and I saw that their chests were developing nicely, they stood there in just their shorts and underpants and I ordered the removal of the shorts, I could not wait much longer. These, as per my instruction, were removed slowly to reveal red underpants, tight fitting, but comfortable. I admired the cuteness of my boys and their near nakedness was pleasing to the eye.

Both had started to cry by now, but I put a stop to that. I ordered the older boy to me and slowly removed his underpants, then did the same with the younger boy. I admired the two naked handsome lads in front of me. They looked so cute yet so vulnerable. I had them turn around again and bend over, the magnificent sight and the impending punishment had made me very excited indeed. I left them in this position for a minute or two; the whimpering was pleasant to the ear and the soft smooth butts to the eye. It made me glad that we had been to a naturist resort that year; the overall tan was a sight to behold, so much nicer than the white bits that often showed when witnessing friends give their boys a hard spanking.

I snapped my fingers and in a few seconds the younger boy, in his glorious nakedness was over my knee. The older boy took up his position next to my chair. All fours on the floor beside it, a little like a waiting dog or should I say a puppy. I positioned my hand over his smooth tight cheeks rubbing gently to check for position and swing. I was happy with his position, facing away from me and +kneeling beside the chair, I could reach easily, being a right hander. I pulled back my hand and tapped his butt cheeks, he flinched, but it was no my hand he should expect.

The younger boys butt was rubbed and I enjoyed the feel of his small but perfect mounds, a perfect tanned little butt. He was whimpering nicely and I enjoyed the sound. I had both now in a perfect position for spanking – it is always preferable to spank two at once, my left hand was free to stroke the younger boys hair as I spanked him or his older brother, I enjoyed the feeling of his bare body against my naked legs, I always wore shorts in the summer.

I reached for my wooden spoon, the perfect tool for a boy of this age and with my left hand, switched on the TV. It seemed such a shame to miss my favourite soap because I had a spanking to give. I ran the spoon over my oldest boys butt and he shuddered, I enjoyed that experience and did it again before finding a similar reaction on the younger boys perfect mounds. I waited and watched the TV, laughing where appropriate; although I was surprised my sons did not seem to be enjoying the programme as much as I.

I let loose and CRACK the spoon found a perfect target on my oldest boys lower butt. This released a yelp as he was not expecting it quite yet; the element of surprise was complete. He had anticipated it but knew not when exactly it would happen. I gave him two more in quick succession, enjoying the sound of the wood against smooth young butt and the yelps and cries that followed. I followed these up with a sharp flick of the wrist as I moved to my over the knee target, the reaction was swifter, I had felt him tense up after the first on his older brother. I felt it only fair to give him two quick ones, I have always treated them the same.

I returned to the TV and spent the rest of the evening with my two sons. There must have been 10 or fifteen strokes each as I lost count after a while. Two very-reddened, but still delightful butts made their way up the stairs to bed a couple of hours later. I checked on them lying face down on the bed and rubbed them for a while before giving a sound hand spanking to each as a final warning about their behaviour. This hand spanking I feel makes them understand that I mean what I say and the closeness of my hand and their butts is kind of sweet really, although they may not see it in quite the same way.

I relaxed in front of the TV, enjoying the thoughts of my evenings work, just before doing so, I looked in on their two younger brothers, perhaps they may misbehave, who knows? That would be another story.

If you liked the story and want more write to me at the email address above. Flames ignored.

Andy


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