Peters second offense

by John P <none>

For those of you who have not read Peter Learns a Lesson let me fill you in. Peter is a blonde haired boy of 11 with the biggest blue eyes you have ever seen. He lives next door and I baby sit him, mostly on weekends because his mom works nights. He is very small for his age and looks more like 10 than 11 years old. A month and a half ago he was caught stealing and asked me to spank him instead of tell his mom. I did it and since then Our relationship has almost become one of father and son.

Peter and I had spent Satuday together. We went to the Y swimming and then to MacDonalds for supper. All day I could tell that something was eating at him. He seemed nervous and upset. We got home at about 7 o'clock and Peter watched TV for a while on the living room floor while I sat on the couch. I decided it was time to confront him about what was bothering him.

I turned off the TV with the remote and said 'come here and sit on my lap, I want to talk to you". He got up and did what I asked. When he was on my lap I said. Whats bothering you kid, somethings wrong. He looked down and said, " I did something bad and I feel awful about it but I don't want my Mom to know". "If I tell you will you promise not to tell her"? I agreed but warned him that he may get spanked again if I decide what he did was bad enough to deserve it. He agreed. Well spit it out I said and you will start to feel better.

I took two dollars out of moms pocket book without telling her. I wanted to buy ice cream cones for me and my friend Mark. Did you know that you were stealing when you did that, I asked? Yes sir he answered. I put my hand under his chin and made him look at me. What did I tell you would happen if you stole anything again I asked? That I would get a worse spanking he said, with tears starting to form in his eyes. Do you deserve it I asked? Yes sir he said.

Go to your room and pull out the spanking chair and put it in front of your bed. Peter went upstairs to carry out my instructions. When I went into his room he was face down on his bed and the chair was in front of his bed about three feet away from the edge. I sat on the bed and told him to look at the chair. He lifted him self up and did as I said. I told him that the chair belonged to my dad and that I was spanked on it all the time I was a kid and that all of my sons, including him were also spanked on that chair. He seemed real proud when I indicated that he was now one of my sons.

I sat down in the chair and stood Peter in front of me. His jeans were a little tight for him but I managed to get the top botton undone and pulled them down to his knees. Next I pulled down his little white jockey shorts and stood up and sat him on the chair. His milky white noodle and dark colored testicles held close to his body. I left the room and returned holding a paddle in my hand. It was made in shop clas by my brother when I was 10 and he was 13. He gave it to my dad and said that it would be good for spanking me. My dad used it after I turned 11. The paddle was a quarter of an inch thick, made of clear plastic, and hurt like hell. It had the words Mr. Good inscribed on it.

When Peter saw the paddle his blue eyes got as big as golf balls and he asked if I was going to spank him with that. I said, well that depends on what you decide son. This is the second time that you have been stealing and I have to give you twice the punishment that I gave you the first time. There are two ways that I can do that. The first ways is that I could give you the same 15 swats that I gave you with my hand only with the paddle instead, the second way is that I could give you 30 swats with my hand and if you choose the second way I will give you the option of taking it all in one spanking or getting 15 swats tonight and 15 more tomorrow morning. I want you to sit here with your pants down for 15 minutes and decide how you want to be punished. I left his room with him sitting on the spanking chair, his feet not able to reach the floor, and pinching his little penis as he always did when he was nervous.

When I returned to Peter's room he was still on the spanking chair and I asked if he had made up his mind. He said yes but wanted to ask me something. I said ok, ask away. Peter said, what if you gave me 5 swats whith the paddle tonight and twenty swats with you hand tomorrow morning. I agreed.

Peter asked if I could let him get dressed for bed before I gave him the paddle and I said ok. I said arms up and he put his hands high above his head while I pulled off his shirt. I told him to stick his legs out straight and pulled of his jeans and underpants leaving him naked on the spanking chair. I pulled his pajamas out of his drawer and laid the bottoms on his bed and told him to put his arms up while I put the tops on. His little ribs showed with his arms up. I put his pajama top on and told him to stand up. Then I sat down on the spanking chair. Peter was a brave kid but I could tell that he was shaking over getting the paddle from me.

I stood Peter by my left side and asked him if he had anything more to say for him self before I spanked him. He looked straight down and said no. I pulled him up onto my lap and into the traditional spanking position. Peter seemed to know that this spanking was going to hurt more than his first and started to cry before I even started.

Peter said I love you please dont do it any harder than you have to and I told him that I loved him to, thats why I'm doing this.

I landed the first swat on his bottom very hard. Yeeeooooww he screamed. He was silent when I gave him his second swat, Mr. Good was a great teacher. I reached down with my left hand and turned his head. There were tears on his face but he wasn't crying out loud yet. The third swat got him crying loudly and squirming back and forth on my lap. The fourth swat made his cries turn to screams and the for the fith he just lay quietly in submission.

After Peter got his spanking he went straight to my bed and asked if he could sleep with me. I said sure and offered to put the bottoms of his pajamas on. Peter said, is it ok if I sleep with my rear end bare tonight cause it hurts. Ok I said, as I laid him down for bed. I kissed him and hugged him and then put him on his stomach and rubbed his little rear end until he fell asleep.

Peters third spanking will be continued and titled, THE NEXT MORNING>


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