By Aldric
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of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in
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This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include
unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does
not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real
world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable,
tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference
between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.
Authors Note: This story, written by me but using a different pen
name (Aldric), was first posted on the MMSA site (malespank.net).
Cassie, our wonderful editor here, saw it and requested permission to
post it on this site. She didn’t know that I use different pen names
for different sites. I corrected two minor errors in the story, and
rather than haver her copy and move it, I submitted it here. Enjoy.
A Different Kind of Spanking
I was visiting my sister and her three kids. Her husband had died in an
accident a decade ago, shortly after their youngest had been born. Two
girls and a boy.
“Greg Adam Walker!” my sister yelled from the
kitchen. “How many times do we have to repeat this. Get the spoon and
get upstairs.”
“I’ll clean it up Mom,” Greg attempted. “Besides, I’m too old for a spanking.”
“Too old! There is no such thing. And besides, you’re only twelve. Get the spoon and get upstairs or it will be worse.”
“I’ll be a teen in just a couple of months,” the boy argued.
I wondered why my sister put up with it. I couldn’t see why turning
thirteen should make any difference. Although I do wonder if my sister,
who is four years younger than me, remembers my spankings. Mostly
because, in my opinion, she does them wrong.
“You’d better
go”, I said to Greg. “You know she isn’t going to back down. You
definitely are not too old to be spanked. And, yes, you will clean that
mess up. After the spanking.”
“I’ll bet Uncle Mitch didn’t get
spanked,” Greg attempted, perhaps hoping to delay or cancel the use of
the spoon on what I knew from a previous spanking would be over his
underwear-covered butt.
“Oh, you think not? Go ahead and ask
him, smarty pants,” my sister said as she came out into the living room
where the rest of us were.
I didn’t wait for him to ask. “Of
course I was spanked. Many times, all the way until I was in high
school. It was your mom who was never spanked. Mostly because she did
what she was told.”
“With a wooden spoon?” he asked.
“No. Always by hand. But never hard. The purpose was not to hurt me. My spankings were embarrassing, not all that painful.”
“I’d take that any day,” Greg announced.
“First off, they were on the bare, not over your clothing,” I warned.
“But if you think you’d like to find out for yourself, I’d be more than
happy to teach you.”
“I’m serious. I’d rather be embarrassed any day than have my but flaming for the next two hours.”
“Are you sure you want to go down this road? Because once I start, I
will not stop. You’ll get spanked the same way I was. Over my knee, and
by my hand.”
I looked at my sister, expecting her to override me. But she smiled and said nothing. Good for her.
“I can do that,” young Greg stated with confidence. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
“Last chance. You don’t know what you are in for. And who knows, maybe
your mom will continue the practice after this one. She’s forgotten how
long it was between my spankings. You seem to get it every couple of
days.”
“I don’t care if you see me naked. Let’s go. I want to be embarrassed, not hurt.”
“Fine.” I rose and moved between the boy and the path to his room.
“Take off your pants.” He was already shirtless, so that saved time.
“What, here?” he said, suddenly no longer so confident. “But my sisters and …”
I didn’t let him finish. I gathered him into my arms. “I warned you.
You asked for this.” I looked to one of his two friends that were
visiting. A boy named Tony Bellford. “Remove his shorts and boxers,
please.”
“Uh, gee, I don’t know,” the kid said.
I
looked to his other friend, a boy a few months younger than my nephew.
Tim Norten also didn’t want to be the one to embarrass his friend.
“I’ll do it,” Gale said as she stepped forward. She was my nephew’s
younger sister. At nearly twelve, she was almost a year younger than
Greg. I didn’t stop her.
“No, not her,” Greg pleaded. “I’ll go with my mom and the spoon.”
“I warned you. I said once this got started, it was going to continue
until it was done.” His sister had reached out her hand and was
unsnapping her brother’s shorts. She paused, and looked at her mother.
“Don’t look at me,” my sister said. “Your brother said he’d rather get spanked like Uncle Mitch did. It is about to happen.”
Greg was struggling with all of his might. He squirmed a bit and got one leg free and almost kicked Gale.
“You are making a bad situation far worse. Stop struggling or you will
be much more than sorry. This is what you said you wanted.”
He
continued to struggle, but I was much stronger than him. “Go ahead,
Gale. But watch out for his feet. I’ll let you do some of the spanking
since he almost kicked you.”
As his zipper was pulled down,
Greg finally realized that this was going to happen. He looked around
the room. His two friends were smiling. Tony’s two sisters were moving
forward, whether to help Gale or to get a better view, I didn’t know.
Nor did I care. Greg’s two older sisters also moved to where they could
see.
His shorts came down, exposing the fact that he didn’t wear boxers. He was in a pair of almost too small green briefs.
“Those come off too,” I said to Gale.
“No, please, not in front of the girls. I’m sorry Mom, really. I’ll
clean it up. You can use the spoon. Tony and Tim can even come and
watch if they want.”
His mother shook her head. “You were
warned. This is going to happen. And if I remember correctly, your
struggling and pleading have already made it much worse than just a
simple spanking.”
His briefs soon were over his bare feet,
leaving him totally naked. I lifted him over one knee and held him in
place with my other one. I’d been in the same position several times
when I was a boy. This was the first time I was on the giving side of
the punishment.
“Go ahead and smack him ten times,” I said to Gale. “Not real hard, he has a lot of them coming.”
Gale jumped at the chance. Her first smack was a bit too hard, and I
told her so. Unlike her brother, she seemed to listen when told
something. The next nine were perfectly given.
Then I started.
Slowly, working from top to bottom and left to right, bringing a mild
stinging to all parts of his bottom. I watched for any spots that
turned red and stayed away from them. This was about humiliation, not
pain. After twenty-four of them, I stopped. Twice his age, the perfect
amount.
I pulled him up. He immediately tried to cover up.
“No. You will stand there until your punishment is complete with your
hands to your sides. If you can’t do that, I’ll have someone get some
string and we’ll tie them.”
It didn’t work; he covered his erection and tried to run to his room. His mother cut him off.
“You wanted Uncle Mitch’s way,” she said. “This is it.” She pushed him back over to me. “I’ll go and get the string.”
“If we need to tie your wrists, you will stand there three times longer
than if you show that you can control yourself and keep your hands to
your sides.” I let go of him, but his hands remained over his front.
“Okay, your choice.” My sister was back quickly with a ball of kite
string and a pair of scissors. I tickled the boy, and he responded the
same as I did until I learned to control myself. I quickly had his
wrists loosely bound behind his back.
“It was only going to be for thirteen minutes, your age plus one. But now you will stand here for thirty-nine minutes.”
He tried to get away and run for his room, but I expected that. He soon
found himself with his hands not only tied behind his back, but also
tied to the stair railing, with him facing the five girls and two boys
all within a year or so of his age.
“And now it will be for
fifty-two minutes,” I said to him. “After that, you will be released as
soon as you apologize to your mother. Then you will clean up whatever
mess you made in the kitchen. Only after your mother says it is good
enough can you politely ask me if you can get dressed.”
I sat
down, looking away from him. His sisters, Tony’s sister, and Tony and
Tim stood in front of him. I let the teasing go on for a minute or so
and then said it was enough.
“You can look, but you will stop
laughing and teasing him right now or you will find out how my
spankings feel. And I don’t care if you are a boy or a girl.”
It got quiet immediately, except for some sobbing from Greg who was forced to stand there with a full erection.
The other kids lost interest after ten minutes or so, and I ended the
experiment after just forty-six minutes by my watch. Then I went to him.
“When you’re ready, call your mom and make a sincere apology to her. If you fail at that, we will start over.”
He glared at me. I turned and walked back to the chair I’d been sitting in. A minute later I heard him call for his mom.
“Mom, I’m really sorry for leaving the milk I spilled on the floor.” He
sounded a bit defiant still, but his mother accepted it. “I’ll get the
scissors,” she said. “And from now on, this is how your punishment will
be dealt with. And when you become too strong for me, I’ll have several
other mothers come and help restrain you. And I’ll encourage them to
bring their kids with them.”
I heard an almost silent sob from
the boy. He was cut free a minute later. The girls and his two friends
went with him to the kitchen and watched him clean up his mess. Five
minutes later, I heard one of his friends tell the girls to leave him
be. That was backed up by my sister, and the five girls went downstairs
to play games.
Half an hour later, in a total surprise to me,
he returned, still as naked as the day he was born. In his hand was a
beer, which he handed to me. His two friends followed along behind him,
but they were more reserved now and no longer laughing at him or
teasing him.
“I’m sorry for acting like a little kid. And for thinking you had it easy.”
I told him he was forgiven, and thanked him for the beer.
“I once lost my clothes for an entire day,” I said. “I think I was
almost fifteen then. Scores of kids my age saw me that day. It was
humiliating enough that I haven’t been spanked since. Almost twenty-six
years now. I suspect that this won’t be your last, but you do seem to
have learned something from it. Maybe only a few reminders. Oh, and
your mom is quite serious about getting help. Mine did when I was too
strong for her. That is why my last spanking was so severe. Six other
moms helped, and all invited their kids to come and watch. I spent the
whole day naked. If you want to avoid that, don’t resist when she tells
you to strip, even if you are stronger than her. Clearly, your mother
remembers that day and that it was the last time I did something stupid
enough to need to be spanked for.”
He nodded in understanding. “May I please get dressed now?”
I gave him permission.
His mom called me two months later. She remarked on how much time had
passed between my spanking and the one she gave him that day. She also
thanked me for reminding her of a different idea in spanking.