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St: KEVIN'S FIRST SPANKING (t/b, jo, babysitter)
This is one of my happier stories although, as usual, just fiction. It
contains scenes of spanking and jo between a teen and boy. If such a
subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child)
please leave now.
I saw the following challenge on the now defunct www.boyspank.com site:
Write a story about Kevin who is fifteen years old. He is being raised
by just his mother as his father left six years ago. Kevin has been in
trouble at school several times, including getting expelled for
fighting. His grades have dropped dramatically, and he has been caught
smoking and doing drugs numerous times. Kevin, though he is a gentle and
caring boy, has become rebellious and disobedient.
There are two version of this story: One is by the 15 year old and the
other by the 10 year old. Both follow and they maybe read in either
order.
This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited
without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if
complete including the copyright notice.
The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, and suggestions. E-mail: YLeeCoyote@Juno.com
See all my stories at my web site:
http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/Chelsea/9880/
KEVIN'S FIRST SPANKING
By
Y. Lee Coyote
THE STORY AS TOLD BY THE FIFTEEN YEAR OLD.
Life has been difficult since dad abandoned mom and me some six years
ago when I was just a little kid of nine. We don't have much money
although mom does have a job and works hard. It does not pay much and
she hates it. At times, there's barely enough money for the essentials.
Dad never even sent a post card much less any money to help. We live in
former summer vacation place with individual cabins spread pretty far
apart. The only reason they have not been torn down is that the economy
is down and there ain't no money to be made. Anyway, that what the
grownups say.
Being from the wrong part of town has made life miserable in school.
They all razz me about it and I get into a lot of fights. I was even
expelled once for that. The only reason I'm not high now is that I'm
flat broke and my so called friends don't know me now.
At the far end of the line of cabins lives Mrs. Jones and her son,
Kevin, who is ten. They are in the same boat that mom and me were just
five years ago. Her husband split without a word over a year ago. She
is friends with my mom.
One morning, I'm hanging on my porch with the radio blasting when Mrs.
Jones stops by at 10. Her sister has been hurt or something and she has
to split for a day and could I watch little Kevin. I would have stay
there overnight but she had already done her grocery shopping for the
week so that the frig is full and the only extra stuff I would have to
do is pick up the pre-paid laundry from the laundromat. There is a
James Bond feature at the local flick that I could take Kevin to.
I'm not a babysitter and was about to say no when she said how much she
would pay. All the while little Kevin was looking at me with big puppy
eyes -- hoping I would do it. I probably looked like that when I was
ten. So I agreed and she gave me some money for the movie and the
dinner pizza. She stuffed a note for mom into our mail box; well,
that's a mom thing
This would be real change. I would be in charge and would not have all
the grownups in the world on _my_ case. All I had to was to play with
the kid, take him to the movie (yeh, I wanted to see it too), see that
he eats and washes behind his ears and I get the dough tomorrow. Kewl.
So, I stuff a change of clothes, my hairbrush and toothbrush into a sack
and got into her car. She dropped the kid and me at the laundromat and
then heads for the airport. Back home we play catch for a while but we
both get tired of it in the heat. After lunch, I decide to take Kevy to
my secret spot in the woods. I found it when I was just twelve and it's
really very nice there. It takes a half hour to get there and Kevy was
just thrilled when we get there. Think of Robin Hood's hideout in
Sherwood Forrest in the old movie and you've got the picture.
It was a hot day and I wanted to cool off. The way the brook twists
around forms a neat pond to swim in. We strip down and I get to see
Kevy's body. He has a nice build for a ten year old. His dick is still
just a little boy thing and he has the cutest butt that I have ever
seen. I could see that he was checking me out. He's a little amazed
by my big bush (I'm proud of it) and I have to explain that he will get
one when he is older. He checks himself out on the spot hoping to find
a hair or two.
Swimming was real fun -- for both of us. He loved being played with;
even being dunked. We were like two brothers; just having fun without
any worries. Then we stretched out on the grass to rest and dry. The
kid must have been tired for he fell asleep in a minute. I guess that I
did also for when I woke up he was not there. SHIT! Where fuck did he
go. What if he drowns!?
It took me over ten minutes to find him and I was pissed. Then, to make
matters worse when I called him, he ran away. Of course, I did catch
him. Now I was royally pissed. The kid needed a lesson. (Gosh, I'm
sounding like a grownup.) I gave the kid a lecture and he is very
contrite.
"Kevin", he asked a bit fearfully, "are you going to punish me?"
"You deserve it don't you? You know better then to hide and to run
away?"
"Yes." he admitted in a naughty boy's soft little voice.
"Maybe you should not see the movie?"
He pauses for a bit and says: "Yea, that's just what mom would say. Dad
wo...." He cut off right in the middle of the word. The disappointment
remained on his cute face.
"What would your father have done, Kevin?"
"He would have pulled my pants down, put me over his lap, and spanked me
hard on my bare bottom. Then he would have taken me to the movie anyway
just like he promised."
Gosh. That hurt! That really hurt! That's what my dad did with me.
Since then everyone has yelled at me, lectured me, grounded me, but
never spanked and then hugged me. Sure the spankings hurt, but when it
was over, it was over. I was sitting on a fallen tree so I did have a
lap. I reached over and pulled Kevy a little closer. I opened the
buttons on his shorts and let them fall. Kevy did not resist; if
anything, he gave a soft sigh. I pulled down his briefs; 'Did Superboy
get spanked?' I wondered seeing the logo on his briefs. I guided him
across my lap and he even helped to get into position himself.
I gripped his waist and rubbed his boy bottom gently. I'm just about to
ask him if he really sure about this when he speaks:
"I been a naughty boy hiding and running way from you. I'm sorry. I
know that I earned this spanking."
SMACK goes my hand on the little behind. As I raised up for the second
strike, I saw my hand print in pink. It was exciting. I gave him
another few slaps rapidly and my hand prints quickly blurred into a
uniform pink.
"Yes, Kevin you certainly have." I say, picking up the tempo and
ferocity of my spanks. As his bottom turned bright cherry red, Kevy
started to sob and then even to cry. He tried to promise to be good but
the words got all mix up in the sobs. All the time he took it like a
trooper. He held on tight to my leg and never tried to get away.
I stopped and lifted him up. While he was standing between my legs he
hugged me very tight as I gently rubbed his hot bottom. After a few
minutes he stoped sobbing and whispers in my ear: "I'll be a good boy;
honest, Kevin." And then give me a slobbery little boy kiss on my neck.
A few minutes latter, I pulled up his pants being careful not to hurt
his hard pricklet. "Time to go Kevy, if we're to see the movie." He
took my hand as we headed home. There was a big smile on his tear
streaked face.
At Kevy's home, it was shower time. Kevy just gets into the shower with
me. When we soap each other up, he does my cock also. Not surprisingly
it rose to its full rampant glory. Kevy kept playing with it and I
showed him how to jerk me. Hell, what did you expect -- I'm a horny
teen with raging hormones like they kept telling me. He was amazed when
I shot. He has already started to play with his own prick, but he is
still to young to shoot. Not only does he get clean in the shower but
get a little education also.
We both enjoyed the movie and the burgers. (He decided that he did not
want pizza.) By the time we got home it was well past Kevy's bedtime
and he was tired. I put him to bed and then it was to bed myself. Soon
afterwards, Kevy came into my room and climbed into bed with me.
"What's the matter?" I asked, as Kevy snuggled up to my naked body with
his and hugged me as tight as he could.
"I miss my daddy. I even miss his spanking me. Do you miss your
daddy?"
For years I had felt that I hated my own dad for abandoning mom and me
but Kevy had just made me realize that I hated him, at least in part,
because I missed him so very much. And just like Kevy, I knew that when
he spanked me it was because he wanted me to be better. "Yes, Kevy, I
miss him just like you miss your daddy."
"I heard your mommy tell my mommy that you _are_ a bad boy and she
wishes your father was here to spank you. Are you Kevin? Are you a bad
boy? And _DO_ you need a spanking? I needed a spanking this
afternoon."
I hugged the little tyke and thought about the answer a bit. Yea, all
of it was true. "Don't tell anyone I said so, but yes. Just like you
did and for a long time."
"I want to show you something." He said as he bounded out of bed. In
seconds he was back. "This was the last present daddy got me. He said
that when I was older this is what he would use on my bottom when I was
naughty". He showed me the little paddle with the very cutesy: **For
Use On Little Bear Behinds.** Then with the direct and simple logic of
a kid said firmly: "You're older, Kevin. You been a naughty boy. You
need a spanking. Turn over!"
I did not move. He was right, of course, but he was just a little ten
year old I was babysitting.
"TURN OVER! NAUGHTY BOY. IT'S TIME FOR YOUR SPANKING!"
I laughed and then I rolled over and he brought the paddle down on my
butt. He hit hard and it stung. It stung like when dad spanked me when
I was a little boy of nine. Over and over he whacked my butt with that
little hard paddle. My laughter stopped. Then it really had begun to
hurt and I wanted him to stop. He had put on hand on the small of my
back just like my father did to hold me down. It like felt my father's
hand and strength there, not Kevy's, and I just could not move. He was
relentless and the pain soon got to my head. I began to sob and then
even to cry like he did in the woods. I hadn't cried since I was nine.
I had been hurt bad in some fights and never shed a single tear but now
a ten year old was making me cry. He stopped paddling me and I promised
him that I would be a good boy once again. We cuddled together the rest
of the night.
After breakfast, we went back to my secret spot in the woods. There
Kevy told me that he wanted us to be _blood brothers_ like he had seen
done some TV shows. I agreed and he found a sharp rock. He made a
small cut in my wrist and I did the same to him. As our blood mixed we
made vows of mutual fidelity. He even added that we had the right to
spank each when needed and the obligation to give a spanking when wanted
or needed.
We had a long swim and then a nap before going back home. Kevy was
right there when I woke up. He had the strangest happy grin on his
face.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
THE STORY AS TOLD BY THE TEN YEAR OLD.
Mom and I just got back from shopping and dropping off the laundry when
the phone rang. It was Uncle George with bad news. There had been an
accident and Aunt Sue was in the hospital. Mom said that she that go
for a day to comfort her. She called for plane reservations but could
only get one. I was now a problem. I'm _always_ a problem since dad
left us without a word over a year ago when I was just nine.
She tried to have me stay with a couple of my friends but that did not
work out. I did not want any of the babysitters she usually gets. The
girls all want to bathe me and play house and girl stuff. They want to
play with my body (you can guess where) but get horrified if I touch
them. The old ones make me sit and do nothing so I don't get _dirty_.
She decided to try asking Kevin who lives in another one of these old
summer cabins like we do. Kevin a big guy -- fifteen -- and his mom is
always telling my mom how he is in trouble for being a naughty boy.
Their phone is busy so she drives us over and Kevin agrees and we are
even are going to go the that James Bond movie. It funny when our moms
talk because I'm also Kevin. I think they get us mixed up at times.
Kevin never calls me that but Kevy or just kid -- that is when he
notices me.
Mom dropped Kevin and me at the laundromat and went on to the airport.
Kevin and I go back to the house and play ball for a while. He shows me
lots of things about playing ball. He's real good at it. We quit
because it getting too hot and we are both hungry. It nice eating when
you want to and not because the clock or some female says to.
Kevin tells me he knows of a real kewl place in woods but I have to
promise to stay with him and never go off my myself. Also, that I must
mind him so I don't get lost in woods. "Sure, I promise." I said.
The woods are nice and it is the furthest that I have ever gone into
them. After a long walk we get to the place he had talked of. It's
really nice; just like Kevin said it would be. Some open space and a
pool in the stream to swim in. He told me it's like Robin Hood's den in
some old movie that I've never seen.
Kevin say we should go swimming and that sounds great but we haven't
brought any swim suits. I'm about to ask about them when I see that he
has stripped off his clothes already.
"Skinny dipping is real fun. What are you waiting for?" He tells me.
Well, this is different from the girls who want me naked while they stay
clothed, so I stripped down he did. I guess it's like in a locker room
with just the guys like I see on the TV after the ball games. He is the
first big guy I've seen naked and his penis is much bigger than mine and
has a whole mess of hair about it. I look at me and I don't have even
one little hair but he explained that I will when I'm older. He grabs
me and runs into the water and drops me like I was a toy. The water
was cool and refreshing after the long walk in the heat of the day. It
great fun swimming naked and I liked Kevin throwing me around and even
dunking me. I try to dunk him but I always fail. But I do splash him
pretty good a few times. We both laughed about that.
When we are tired we go back on the land and stretched out to dry off.
I'm so tired that I fall asleep at once. When I woke up, I saw that
Kevin was still sleeping and I started to explore. After one brush from
a bush I go back and put on my clothes. I really did not mean to forget
my promise to stay with him but there was so much to investigate. Then
I heard Kevin calling me and I started to play run-a-way. That was not
a good thing to do for when he caught me he was very mad. He gave me a
long talking to and I felt very bad. He was showing me a great time and
I was naughty. I was very sorry, but that does not change that I hurt
him.
"Kevin are you going to punish me?" I asked.
"You deserve it don't you? You know better then to hide and to run
away?" he scolded me angrily.
"Yes." I whispered not really wanting to say it.
"Maybe you should not see the movie?" he said. That would be gosh
awful, I thought. I wanted to see the movie so bad and I don't get many
chances to go.
"Yea, that's just what mom would say. Dad wo...." But dad isn't here
anymore so I didn't finish.
"What would your father have done, Kevin?"
"He would have pulled my pants down, put me over his lap and spanked me
hard on my bare bottom. Then he would have taken me to the movie anyway
just like he promised."
Kevin pulls me a little closer and removes my shorts and briefs. Then
he puts me over his lap like dad used to. Yes, he is going to spank me.
I haven't been spanked since dad left. I hoped that this means that we
will go to the movie later. I even helped him put me into the proper
position. Then he is holding me like dad did -- one hand on my back and
the other rubbing my bottom. I imagine that I hear dad asking the
question he always did just before he started to spank me: **Son, do you
know why you're being spanked?** I answered automatically.
"I been a naughty boy hiding and running way from you. I'm sorry. I
know that I earned this spanking."
Kevin raised his hand and brought it down hard. It hurt even more than
I remembered spanking hurt. I gripped his leg tightly so that I won't
reach up and try to stop him. That always got me extra from dad. His
hand came down on my bottom over and over. I started to sob and then to
cry. I did not want to cry like a baby, but I couldn't help it.
Strangely, it felt good and I'm trying to promise to be good but it's
all mixed up with my sobbing and crying.
Then he stopped spanking me and stood me up. I was still crying as I
hugged him and he held me tightly and gently rubbed my hot bottom. I
told him that I was really sorry and gave him a kiss on the neck. Soon
after, he pulled up my shorts. We started back home and to the movie (I
hoped). I held his hand because it felt good. I was not mad at him
even though my bottom hurt. I hoped he was not still mad at me.
He gets to the shower first and I get in with him. He soaped me and I
soaped him. After I shampooed the hair on his head I did the hair by
his penis. Well, his thing gets real big and hard. My thing gets hard
that way but not very big; it also feels good when I play with it. I
played with Kevin's and he liked it a lot and told me just how he likes
it done. After a while he started to make strange noises and then his
body jerked and some thick white stuff shot out of his cock. I'm afraid
that I hurt something but he told me a lot of great stuff about s-e-x.
Then we go to eat and the movie. He does not complain when I want a
burger rather than pizza. He joked that the money mom gave us is good
in both places. The movie was fun. Lots of fights and guys getting hit
and lots of things getting blown up in flames. Kevin likes all that too
but he also drooled at the naked lady in the last scene. It was more
than an hour past my bed time when we got home but Kevin does not care a
bit. Actually, I was tired and just wanted to go to bed. He does not
care if I wear pj's or briefs or nothing. It is a hot night and he said
that he is not going to wear anything. So that what I wear also.
(That's funny; how do you wear 'no clothes'?)
After I was in bed, Kevin got into his bed. (Actually, it is mom's but
it is the only other bed in the house.) I touch my bottom. It really
does not hurt now but I remember the spanking (which I deserved) and
remember dad. I get out of bed and get into Kevin's with him. I
snuggle up close and Kevin hugs me just like dad did and I hug him back
very tightly.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"I miss my daddy. I even miss his spanking me. Do you miss your
daddy?"
He thinks about this a bit and tell me he does.
"I heard your mommy tell my mommy that you _are_ a bad boy and she
wishes your father was here to spank you. Are you Kevin? Are you a bad
boy? And _DO_ you need a spanking? I needed a spanking this
afternoon."
He hugged me and thought about the answer a bit. "Don't tell anyone I
said so, but yes. Just like you did and for a long time."
"I want to show you something." And I jumped out of bed to get the
little paddle dad got for me. "This was the last present daddy got me.
He said that when I was older this is what he would use on my bottom
when I was naughty", I tell him as I show him the paddle. "You're
older, Kevin. You been a naughty boy. You need a spanking. Turn
over!"
He did not move. I knew he needed a spanking and he knew it too. So I
yelled at him.
"TURN OVER! NAUGHTY BOY. IT'S TIME FOR YOUR SPANKING!"
He laughed but then rolled over. I brought the paddle down on his
naked butt. I did it again and again. He stopped laughing. It is not
good to laugh when you're being spanked. I put my hand on his back just
so he would know not to move. After a lot of WHACKS he started to sob
and then to cry just like a naughty boy should. I'm sure that he could
have stopped me, but he knew this is what he needed. He needed it just
like I did in the afternoon. Just like our dads would have done if they
were here. When I stopped, he promised that he would be a good boy. We
cuddled together the rest of the night.
After breakfast, we went back to our secret spot in the woods. There I
told Kevin that I wanted us to be _blood brothers_ like I had seen done
some TV shows. He agreed and I found a sharp rock. We made little cut
in each other's wrists so our blood could mix. Then we made vows of
mutual fidelity. I even added that we had the right to spank each when
needed and the obligation to give a spanking when wanted or needed.
We had more fun swimming the rest of the morning and then took naps.
After I woke up he was still asleep and I stayed right there. I don't
want to make my blood brother mad. I didn't need a spanking that day.
The End
© Copyright A.I.L., March 29, 1999
Your comments are appreciated. YLeeCoyote@Juno.com
See all my stories at my web site:
http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/Chelsea/9880/
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