Magical Spankings: Andy (& Tim)

Andy Van Camp was an interesting kid… and not necessarily in a good way.

Before Magic: the Gathering had hit the market, Andy had been a comic kid, but not one I really got to know. He was one of those kids who came in, looked around, bought a few things, and left without ever saying much beyond hi and bye.

That changed with Magic, though. Andy was one of the kids who got into the game early on. I remember when we first started playing at my store on Saturday nights (every other night, when Stevie was at his mom’s house), there were only about five of us – all adults. Within a couple of months, the game had exploded, and I’d made room for people to play during the day because it was becoming so popular.

When I say Andy was interesting, I mean that honestly. He could be annoying in some ways, but a lot of it was just that he had a very… skewed view of the world. He looked at things from very interesting angles.

On the other hand, he had an incredibly annoying laugh, and he had a habit of provoking people just to see how they’d react.

Andy wasn’t what I considered a cute kid. When he got into Magic, Andy was in eighth grade and had just turned fourteen, but he wasn’t especially big for his age. He wasn’t tiny either. And he definitely wasn’t pre-pubescent, based on the facts that his height seemed only slightly below average for his age (maybe 5’4" or so) and the scattering of peach fuzz that occasionally appeared on his upper lip.

Andy had a narrow face, which was paired with a long, strong nose, which was definitely not a good match. He never had bad acne, but seemed to have a spot or two. His eyes were a watery, honey brown, and his hair was a similarly light brown color. As a matter of fact, his hair was probably his most dominant feature, since it had the body of a scrub brush about a year past retirement. That probably goes a long way towards explaining why I can rarely remember seeing him when he wasn’t wearing a ball cap.

Despite his sometimes annoying habits, Andy was a nice kid. He was someone with whom I didn’t mind talking and spending some time, but he wasn’t one of my favorite kids, either. Still, I spent a lot of time with him because Tim, Andy’s best friend, someone he’d known since kindergarten, was one of my favorite kids.

After I started having Magic gaming during the days, I stopped most of my after hours activities, simply because there was really only so much time I wanted to spend at the store. On my way home in the evenings, I often gave rides to the kids not old enough to drive. Being asked for a ride home was no surprise. Being asked home to dinner was.

It really made sense, though. Tim’s parents had talked, and both of them felt they should meet me, because of the amount of time Tim was spending at the store. The two of them were divorced, but on fairly good terms, and only lived a couple of miles apart. My first dinner meeting was with Tim’s dad. He had a nice, older house. Tim’s dad and I were hardly friends, but we did hit it off, and it became fairly common for me to drop Tim off last, then come in and play a few games at times when Stevie was with his mom, which meant Tim was usually at his dad’s.

Andy joined us for a lot of those games.

While Andy and Tim had been friends as long as they could remember, there was one major source of friction between them. I think it was something that they’d either forgotten or put behind them until I came along. Unfortunately, I do have some interests that encourage me to explore a boy’s past. That’s how I found out that, not only had Tim been spanked, by either parent, on a fairly regular basis up to fairly recently, while Andy had never been spanked in his life; but Andy had once witnessed Tim get spanked.

And on one occasion, when the subject just happened to be under discussion (I don’t remember who’d raised the topic originally), Andy mentioned that.

I’d love to sit down and share all the details they told me, but they actually didn’t. On the other hand, after that, it did come up from time to time, mostly when Andy was in the mood to tease a bit. It was friendly teasing, but it was still teasing.

Tim actually admitted that it hadn’t been that big a deal to him, because spankings were a regular occurrence. It had probably been more traumatizing to Andy, who’d never received one before, and thought Tim’s cries meant he was dying. At six, Tim had been much more worried about getting spanked than about Andy watching. It was more from the way he said things than what he said, but I had the feeling that it wasn’t the first time or the last that Andy had seen Tim bare, nor the other way around.

Still, my reminding them of that long ago incident, and Andy’s renewed teasing of it, did have repercussions.



One important thing to understand about the game of Magic is that it was originally envisioned as a game of chance. Not that you bet money on it. Each deck was supposed to be at least sixty cards. When you started a game, you shuffled your deck, then allowed your opponent to cut it. After it was cut, each person took the top card of his deck and put it aside. This was the ante, which went to the winner of the game.

In game terms, this had a lot of interesting effects. It randomized the play, since you couldn’t count on having that one totally awesome card in your deck. It also meant that your collection of cards was constantly changing.

What hadn’t been counted on with the collectible element of the game was that the company wouldn’t be able to fulfill the demand, causing people to hesitate to risk their rarer cards (especially since their opponent might end up risking one of the commonly available cards that weren’t worth a quarter), and that prices would soar. Because of that, and laws precluding games of chance in some places, the ante rule was soon withdrawn.

While we often played ’practice games’ with no ante, we also played lots of games where it was exchanged, and even the occasional game where we chose the card we were going to play for from our opponent’s deck.

And that brought us to the point where Tim, Andy, and I were sitting around the dining table of Tim’s father’s house, with a stack of three cards to the side, and a game laid out among us. All of us had been bragging about our new decks, so we ended up each selecting a power card to ante. The difference was, Tim and I both had multiple copies of ours. Andy’s was the only one of its type we’d seen at my store.

The interesting thing about a three-player game of Magic is that it’s like a cold war. It’s very political. If you tick off both of the other players, you’ll find both of them working against you. If you attack just one of them, you could leave yourself open to the other. The only thing you can do is work on carefully reducing one opponent and hope they don’t team up against you.

That’s what Andy and Tim did to me. I didn’t get a huge lead on them, but it was enough for Tim to agree with Andy that they should take me out, then fight it out between them. Tim attacked me with everything he had, leaving both of us open. Andy then wiped out Tim’s remaining defenses and hit us with a spell that should have left him the winner.

The only thing is, I had a pretty good idea what Andy was up to, and had saved a couple of spells that kept me alive and turned the tables. Tim lost and Andy was right behind him.

Tim was irritated by losing his card, but more annoyed by Andy’s ‘betrayal’. That annoyance was somewhat countered by his schadenfreude at Andy’s loss of his own card. Andy, who was always a pretty good loser, was mostly concerned with getting his card back from me. I made it known that I was willing to let him get the card back, but it was reaching an agreement that was the hard part.

"But Andy, this is the only thing you had that I really wanted," I reminded him.

"There’s gotta be something, Jack."

Andy’s eyes just weren’t a dark enough brown to do a good job at puppy dogging it, but he sure tried.

"You oughta spank him."

"Huh?"

It came from Andy and me both, but our inflection and tone were quite a bit different.

"Spank him," Tim repeated, more forcefully this time.

Even as he said it, he straightened up in his chair and started to grin a bit, obviously warming to the idea.

I was staring at Tim with admiration for the idea. Andy was staring at him in horror.

"No way," Andy finally replied, after picking his jaw up enough to form words.

"Why not?" Tim replied airily. "You want your card back, Jack said there’s nothing you have to trade him, and you deserve it for that crap you pulled anyway," finally letting a bit of his own annoyance show through.

"How’s he supposed to spank me anyway? He’s not touching me with a belt."

Seeing a gap in his friend’s armor, Tim struck before I could think of how to reply.

"Jack doesn’t even like belts. He mostly uses a paddle, and Dad doesn’t have one here."

I started to agree with him, then suddenly wondered why he’d been having the conversations with Stevie that he’d obviously been having. I’d never seen a hint from him that he was a fellow spanko, so maybe he’d taken my occasional threat seriously.

"So what’ll you use?" Andy asked, half ignoring his friend to turn to me.

I shrugged.

"It’s not going to be a real spanking," I said, tacitly agreeing to the whole thing. "My hand’s good enough."

"On your bare butt," Tim added.

"NO WAY!" Andy exclaimed. "I’m not baring my ass for a spanking."

"Why not? You saw me get it that way."

"You were in trouble then."

"I don’t know that I wanna wear my hand out on your jeans, Andy. Maybe you can keep them on, but we’ll have to find something…"

"On your shorts."

Andy and I both turned back to Tim. I was beginning to think I should just keep my mouth shut and let him handle matters.

"C’mon, Tim."

"If you want him to just use his hand, drop your jeans. That’s not bare."

It took another couple of minutes to finish negotiating, but Andy really wanted that card, Tim really wanted to watch his spanking, and I was happy that I wasn’t coming off looking too desperate, so I think the end was never in doubt.

I stood and walked around the table. I pulled one of the chairs into the open and turned it a bit. Then I plopped my foot on the seat of the chair, elevating my left knee, so the upper leg was parallel to the floor.

"Drop ‘em," I instructed Andy.

I glanced at Tim, who was still in his chair, leaning back, and watching intently. There was nothing sexual in his glance, but you could tell that this was the fulfillment of a long-time dream for him.

I really couldn’t blame him. For me, this was just a little fun. Andy could be annoying at times, and like any kid, he sometimes pushed the limits, but he never really did push me to the point where I felt he really needed to get worn out. However, Tim had been dealing with that for over eight years, and I know there were a couple of times when they’d gotten in enough trouble for Andy to get sent home and him to get spanked, which had to be galling, since he knew Andy never got it. Of course, two hours after that, when Tim was back out playing and Andy was still confined to his room, there had to be some feeling of triumph, but the two really don’t compare in some ways.

I was watching obliquely as Andy unfastened his jeans. He wasn’t wearing a long t-shirt or a belt, so it didn’t take long. I knew he wore briefs and found myself interested, even though Andy didn’t register very high on my curiosity list. He was far from ugly, but there were a number of kids at the store that were cuter (one or two who were down right beautiful) and a number that I liked more than him as well. Still, what’s that old saying about ‘If you can’t be with the one you love…’?

As soon as his zipper was down, Andy shoved the back of his jeans down, then stepped towards me. I didn’t even need to hear Tim’s irritated grunt to stop that

. "Nope," I instructed him, "get ‘em down."

Andy glared at me for a second, but his glare was rather like a Chihuahua bark – impressive for what it was, but still not especially scary. After that second, he sighed to make sure I understood how oppressed he was, then he shoved his jeans down to just above his knees.

Even though it had been fall when Andy had started hanging around, Texas weather had allowed me to see him in shorts a couple of times, so I knew he had some hair on his legs, but I couldn’t help but notice that his upper thighs seemed to be smooth.

He stayed bent forward for a second, then stood. I looked at him, then had him step forward a bit, so I could reach around and get both hands on his hips. From there, it was easy enough to boost him so that his hips were balanced on my upraised legs, which kept his weight from making my leg dig into his stomach. It was a bit of a balance, but by leaning forward and putting my left arm across his back and around his hip, he was stable. Stable or not, I couldn’t help but notice that he had a grip on my ankle with both hands. After a second, that shifted so he was holding onto the chair with his left hand, and had his right arm wrapped around my lower leg.

Movement caught my attention. Tim was sitting so he was looking almost right at Andy, and Andy must have noticed it, because he reached up and pulled the brim of his cap down to cover his face. Tim smiled just a bit wider at that show of his victory, then he moved, so he was sitting right across from us, where he had a better view of the whole show.

I have to admit, Andy’s bottom was pretty nice. His t-shirt had ridden up when I lifted him, so the whole thing was exposed, and his Fruit of the Looms were new enough that they were still snowy white.

Andy was used to walking or riding his bike to get around, but beyond that and his gym class, he wasn’t especially active. He was lean, but soft. His rear end, however, was nicely rounded, but not quite what you’d call plump. Because of his position, his cheeks were nicely separated, letting the white cotton ride into the center just a bit. He was slightly dimpled, but I gave him a couple of pats, telling him to relax, and those disappeared almost completely. Then I smoothed the cotton material, causing him to squirm a bit and (just maybe) giggle, when I slipped a finger under the leg band to pull them down just a bit.

Then I went to work.

This really wasn’t a punishment spanking. I was also keeping in mind that it was his first spanking ever (as far as Tim knew, or Andy had admitted). I wanted to make sure he had a hot, stinging backside before I finished with him, but I wasn’t using a lot of the tricks I knew to make a hand spanking really burn. Instead, I was just letting my hand wander around where it wanted. I was keeping the smacks pretty steady, and firm, but not hard.

Andy took it pretty well, but with his legs in the air like that, it wasn’t long at all before they were jerking around and even starting to kick a bit. I think that between his grip on the chair and my leg, and the weight of his body over my knee, his upper body was kept pretty still.

Because it wasn’t a punishment spanking, I stayed to the area covered by his briefs, though there was some red right below that, which showed the edge of my hand had slipped past a couple of times, but I was really trying to be fair about things.

It was actually a lot of fun. It was a different from normal position, and I had a great view of his rear. I wish he’d been wearing something with a thinner back panel, so I would have been able to see more tone, but I liked seeing him in his briefs and spanking him on them, so that was something of a wash. I do wish he’d reacted a bit more, but he was fourteen and had a friend watching, so I’m sure he would have tried to tough it out, even if it had been a real spanking.

I kept going, circling my hand around his rear, moving up and down and back and forth without any real pattern. Smacking and smacking and smacking. I kept the rhythm fairly steady, but did start to speed up as I thought it was about time to quit.

I did glance up from my task occasionally. Tim’s hands were on the table, and I had to wonder if that was a coincidence, or if he’d been tempted to play with himself. Whatever his hands were doing, there was no doubt he was enjoying himself, though I still didn’t see the glaze of lust to his eyes that would have guaranteed I would follow up on the whole scene with him later.

Finally, when his legs were really beginning to kick, and I could feel him starting to really squirm across my leg, I gave him several rapid swats, firmer than the rest had been, then plopped him to his feet.

"Well, whadya think?" I asked him, with a grin on my face.

He turned away from me, reached down to his pants, and angrily yanked them up.

I reached over and put my hand on his shoulder, but he jerked away from me.

I looked over at Tim and jerked my head towards his bedroom. Tim raised his arms in a ‘huh?’ gesture.

"Tim," I repeated aloud, "please go to your room."

"Why?" he asked in an aggrieved tone.

"Tim…!" I started to yell at him, then got myself under control. "Please," I added, more politely.

He sighed heavily and rolled his eyes, but complied.

I waited until he was out of the room, then turned back to Andy.

"What’s wrong with you, buddy?"

He turned back to look at me, and his eyes were brimming with tears. His hands were shaking, and he hadn’t been able to get his zipper up yet.

"You said it wasn’t gonna be real."

Now my eyes went wide.

"That wasn’t a real spanking, Andy."

"I’ve seen Tim get spanked. I know how hard he got it."

"Andy," I said, forcing myself not to laugh and trying hard to be patient, "weren’t y’all six years old when you saw Tim get spanked?"

He nodded, but it was obvious he wondered what that had to do with anything.

"Bud, you’re a teenager now. Stevie’s only twelve, and I spank him way harder than what I did you just now."

"Harder?" he exclaimed in disbelief.

"A lot harder. He’s getting big enough I don’t even use my hand most of the time."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

I saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down.

Andy was calming down now. One tear had ran down his cheek, but they were starting to clear up now. He’d given up fastening his pants, and now his hands were down the back, obviously attending to that sting. Rubbing had forced his pants back down a bit, and I had my first good view of the front of his shorts. He wasn’t hard, which I hadn’t really hoped for, but, even soft, it looked like he was filling the front of those shorts pretty well.

"I knew you’d never had a spanking, but I thought you’d have some idea of what you were getting into…"

He shrugged.

"I guess I did. It was just a lot harder than I expected."

"Well, I’m sorry about that, but…"

I reached over and picked his card up, then held it out towards him.

"…I still think you got a pretty good deal."

He took his hands from the back of his pants and took the card back from me. Then he smiled up at me shyly.

"Yeah, I guess I did."

I reached out and put my hand gently on the back of his neck.

"Friends?"

Still smiling, Andy nodded.

I have no way of knowing how Andy really felt about me, before or after that, but strangely enough, for me, that moment of understanding marked where he went from being someone I tolerated to really being a friend.

"Tim, you can come back in here now," I called.

A second later, he came back into the room, letting me know he had probably stayed just around the corner. I grabbed him by the back of the neck and squeezed, slightly more than lightly, causing him to hunch his shoulders, clench his teeth, and generally tense up. Then I gave him a gentle shake and let go.

"We all okay?"

Both boys nodded and mumbled ‘yeah’.

"Good. Oh, and Tim, since I let Andy have his card back, do you want yours back?"

His eyes went wide, and his face lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Oh, ye…"

And then the look melted like ice cream in a Texas summer.

"Oh," he said poignantly. "Crap."

And without any other comment, he reached down and started undoing his belt.

As I watched his fly came open, exposing the plaid boxers he seemed to prefer, it would never have occurred to me that they’d even still be making Magic eighteen years in the future, much less that I’d be playing it.

Tim wasn’t a sagger, but his pants were loose, and when he started them down, they didn’t stop until they hit the ground. Even if I had known how long Magic would be around, I’m sure that, as I watched the jeans sliding down Tim’s well-defined, hairy legs, I would still have been willing to classify this as one of my favorite games of Magic ever.







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