Aaron and Ray Part 1
Like many of the kids around the comic shop, I don’t really remember when I first met Ray and Aaron. The two of them were both on the small side and really cute. I’m almost positive that I remember them coming in when we had a signing in February of that year, and they were regulars after that. If they’d been in before that, I don’t remember them.
Ray was tiny. He’s one of those kids who’s in the bottom percentile for his age group. I don’t know if I just notice those kids more because they’re so cute, or if those kids are attracted to comics and fantasy. Either way, he was tiny and cute as a bug. Ray must have had a mixed background, because he had very light brown, almost blond hair, but he had dark brown eyes and skin that was perpetually tanned. He had very nice features, but he had the cutest little button nose.
Aaron was not especially big, but he was taller than Ray. He was also much fairer than Ray, with fairly light blond hair, blue eyes, and a smattering of freckles. He was very cute, but in a different way than Ray, and I couldn’t tell you which of them was cuter. Aaron was leaner than Ray, though. Ray wasn’t heavy, but Aaron was downright skinny. The other big difference I remember is that Aaron’s hair was long (over his collar, at least) and wavey, but Ray’s was short, thick, and straight.
Ray and Aaron were long-time friends, who’d grown up on the same block. They were part of a group of kids. There were three of them that were regular visitors at the comic store. Philip Arnett was the other member of their little posse who was into comics, though there were a couple of other guys that would sometimes come around.
Ray and Aaron were the most regular visitors of their group, though. I saw them every Thursday, which was when most of the new comics came in. I usually saw them another time or two every week. When they came around, they were really interested in learning about old comics, and I love talking about that stuff. It was a match made in heaven.
The two boys were both six graders that year. Another way that they were close was that both of them turned 12 in May, just before school ended for summer break. I remember being very surprised to learn that they were that old, since they would easily have passed as 10 and 11.
I guess you won’t be surprised to hear that I like talking about spanking. I especially love hearing stories and details ‘straight from the horses mouth’. Having a boy (particularly a cute one) stand in front of me and tell me about his spankings, whether in general detail, sharing specifics, or even just admitting that he gets them, is a real pleasure for me. Over the years, I’ve developed a few ways of having that happen. One of those ways, is to wait until a boy is acting up a bit, then simply ask ‘How long has it been since you’ve had a spanking?’ Not only did this serve to let the boys know they were getting a little out of line, but it also got me some cute answers. I’d asked Aaron and Ray once. Aaron had blushed and admitted to ‘a few weeks ago - maybe four or five’, but Ray’s eyes had gone wide and damp, his little chin started to quiver, his hands snuck around to his bottom and he said, ‘Last night.’ Poor little cutie. I didn’t get any details from either of them, but at least I knew they got spanked.
When summer set in, the boys were at the store even more than usual. They were wanting to try new comics, but couldn’t afford it. Tuesdays were usually our slowest days, and I think it was about the second Tuesday of the summer when I offered the boys a deal. With summer come, Greg had gone home for the summer. Gary was going to be working most of the summer, but had wanted a couple of weeks off for a vacation. That meant, at that point I was working six days a week. This was the summer that Stevie was gone more than he was home (a month with his mom, two weeks at camp, and a week with his Uncle Steve are what I remember right off hand), and I was stuck doing all the minor stuff that he usually did for a little extra pocket money, while trying to keep up with my regular work. A lot of what Steve did was unskilled labor, so I offered the boys a chance to do that, in exchange for some store credit. They were excited by the deal and jumped at it.
I started by having the two of them run over to the convenience store to get us fountain drinks. I try not to drink tons of soda, but saying Texas summers can be warm is rather like saying politicians like to spend money - it’s both unnecessary and a massive understatement. I would have loved to keep the store cool, but customers come in dressed for summer and aren’t happy if you have the air conditioner set at 68F. That’s not to mention that the greedy utilities company expect me to pay for it. So, instead, I let myself have one soda a day, and then nursed the huge glass of ice the rest of the day, filling and re-filling it with water. (And I think ‘93 was the summer that I put a full-sized refrigerator in the break room, but I digress.)
Now, you have to understand something about the comic business to get this next part. Collecting comics isn’t like it was when you were a kid, unless you’re under 30 or so. When I was a kid, I threw a stack in my backpack, or would even roll them up and stick them in my back pocket or my boot, for carrying. Today, people treat them as potential treasures. (Of course, some of the comics from my childhood are worth $10, $20, $100 a piece, but that’s because people didn’t take care of them, so they got torn up and thrown away).
For probably twenty years now, they’ve had archival quality plastic bags and acid-free support boards available for comics. You package the comic and the board - for support, so the spine doesn’t bend - both in one of the bags, then place the whole thing in a box specially designed to store the comics. At that time, I sold 100 bags for $3, 100 boards for $5, but sold an individual bag with board already inserted for a dime, which means $10 per hundred. That was a service to my customers who didn’t want to buy 100 at a time or mess with doing it themselves, and gave me a mark-up to pay munchkins so I didn’t have to sit there and do it.
Aaron and Ray settled down in a small work area in the back of the store. They were sharing a table, a case of backing boards, and a case of bags. I was sitting up front doing paperwork and would occasionally take a walk around the store, just to make sure everything looked okay. It was as much to stretch my legs as anything, but it helped keep things straight.
I always kept music playing, so when I could hear Aaron and Ray, I knew they were getting too loud. I called back to them to quiet down a bit. A little later, when they started getting noisy again, I went back there and told them that they needed to act like there were customers in the store all the time, just in case they didn’t notice someone coming in. I was starting to get irritated when I had to go back there again. They were doing a decent job on the assembly, but the two of them were not just kidding around with each other and calling each other names, but they were also wrestling a bit. I was paying them to do the chore, not by the hour, so it didn’t really matter if they weren’t working hard; but, I told them they needed to get the job done if they wanted to do it, and stop playing around. I pointed out that there was no way they should be wrestling in the store, because of the breakable items and displays, even if they weren’t real close to them.
That should have been it, but about twenty minutes later, I heard a noise that can’t really be called a crash and a yelp to go with it. I recognized Ray’s voice, so I went back to check on it.
Stepping in to the work area, I caught the two boys trying to clean up spilled soda. When they saw me, they both paled. I don’t mind an accident, but the fact that both drinks had spilled gave me an idea of how the ‘accident’ had occurred. The worst part was, the drinks had run and ruined a lot of the supplies they’d been preparing.
"I’m pretty sure I already know, but does one of you want to tell me how this happened?"
The two of them looked at me for a moment, then looked at each other, before Aaron finally looked back at me. He looked down at his feet for a second, then took a deep breath and looked back at me.
"We were kinda wrestling," he said, looked back at Ray - for support, I would assume - then back at me, "and bumped the table a little hard and our drinks kinda feel over…" He trailed to an indistinct stop, I suppose because the rest was obvious.
They’d grabbed some paper towels from the bathroom and had wiped up some of the mess, scraping ice and overflow back into the cups. Ray had kept at it while Aaron was trying to explain to me.
"Just leave it, Ray. I’ll clean it up."
"But, we have to…"
"No. I don’t think this is going to work. You guys go ahead and go home. I’ll see you Thursday."
"But you said you were going to let us…"
"I WAS going to let you," I said, cutting him off, "but that was before this mess. If Steve had done something like this, we’d already be in the backroom with him over my lap." Their eyes went wide. Both of them had met Steve a few times and he was about as big as they were. The idea that I would spank him for this made them a little nervous.
"I understand that accidents happen, and I’ve never spanked anyone for having one. However, this accident happened because you were doing something that I very specifically told you not to. That’s not an accident, it’s direct disobedience. That’s why I’d spank Steve for this. And that’s why I’m sending you guys home."
"C’mon Jack, give us one more chance. Please?"
"Yeah, please Jack," Ray echoed.
"Guys, I like you a lot, and I’m not telling you that you can’t come back to the store or that you can’t hang out, I’m just telling you that this job isn’t going to work out."
"Why?"
Instead of answering, I just looked at the mess, behind them.
"But we’ll clean it up!"
"You disobeyed me, Ray. I’m trying to stay friendly here, but you guys made a big mess and ruined some material because you disobeyed me. You should consider yourself lucky that I don't spank you both."
"Could we still work?"
"I told you that you can’t work, Ray."
"No, I mean after you spank us. We’ll learn our lesson, won’t we Aaron?"
Aaron looked at him for a minute, a look of shock and disbelief on his face. Ray just looked back and gave him a forceful nod. It was interesting because I’d never thought of Ray as the leader of the pair, yet Aaron looked down, then back up at me and gave me his own nod.
"Are you telling me that you’d take a spanking so that I’d let you keep working here?"
"Y…" Aaron paused, then looked at Ray. Then Ray replied, "Yeah."
It looked like Aaron gave it some intense thought, but he finally looked at me and said, "Yes, sir."
"You don’t even know how I spank, and I can promise you, if I spank you for disobeying me, it’s not going to be fun."
"But we can still work?" Ray repeated.
I pretended to think about it for a minute. Let’s face it, if you’ve read ANY of my other stories, you know there was no way I was going to pass this up. For that matter, since there is a story, I guess you know that I didn't pass it up. However, for the boys’ sake, I wanted to at least put on a good show.
"All right. I like both of you boys a lot, and I still need help. I can’t put up with more of this kind of thing, though. I never told you that you couldn’t joke around and I didn’t tell you that you have to stay up here all day. But if you are going to do the job, then you have to follow my rules and obey me. If I give you a spanking and you keep working and if you disobey me again, there won’t be several warnings. It’ll be one and over my lap the next time. Are you willing to accept that?"
Ray nodded, then looked at Aaron. It was obvious that Aaron was more reluctant about the spanking than his friend was, but it was also obvious that Ray didn’t want to keep working without Aaron’s company. Finally Aaron nodded his acceptance of my terms.
"Okay guys. I don’t really know your parents. Do I need to talk to them to get permission to spank you? Where can I reach them right now?"
Both boys rushed to assure me that their parents would have no problem with it. I’m fairly sure that had as much to do with them not wanting their parents to find out how they’d been behaving as anything else, but that was okay with me.
"Don’t you want to ask about how I spank?" I inquired, giving them one more chance to back out.
"We talked to Steve about it, so I guess we kinda know," Aaron informed me.
"Okay then, let’s go."
I guess I wasn’t too surprised that the subject had come up. I often talked to my friends about spanking when I was in early elementary, and with some of the closer ones even up into my early teens. As a matter of fact, I sometimes think that there are a lot more spankophiles than we credit, but many of them outgrow the interest, either as their interest in ‘normal’ sex manifest, because of unhappy associations, or just from societal pressure to conform.
I took the phone off the hook, put a back in ten minutes sign on the door, and escorted the two boys to the back room.
The break room had been a fitting room, back when it had been a wedding dress store. Since I’d moved in, we’d opened it up a little, installed a counter with an office refrigerator, a toaster oven, and microwave, and a cheap couch with a couple of chairs and a small table. We’d left the full-sized mirror, because there was no reason to remove it, and it did allow you to make sure you looked away before going onto the sales floor. It was also a place for the kids (Steve, plus my younger brother and sister) to get away when they wanted to relax or play without being stared at.
When we walked into the break room, and Aaron stopped at the door. Ray had followed me and turned to look at Aaron when I did. Aaron just stood there for a minute, before finally asking, "Do you want me to wait out here?"
"No. If I had, I would have told you. Why?"
"You’re not going to spank us in front of each other, are you?"
Ray’s eyes went wide with that.
"Let me put it this way. Did you two go off in private to get in trouble?"
Aaron said ‘no’, while Ray shook his head.
"As a matter of fact, if you’d been by yourself, do you think you would have gotten in trouble? Either of you?"
Again, they both admitted probably not.
"Then, since you got in trouble together, as a matter of fact, you probably encouraged each other to get in trouble, it seems only fair that you be punished together. Don’t you think?"
"Yes, sir," they echoed each other, though both seemed to hate admitting it.
"If that’s a problem, remember that you don’t have to take the spanking. Do either of you want to leave?"
Aaron looked unsure, but Ray spoke out. "I really want to stay, Aaron."
Aaron looked at his friend for a minute before answering. "I’ll stay. I guess we deserve it."
"All right, but I don’t want anymore of this. You asked for this, and I gave you a chance to ask questions. Now, if you’re going to stay and take your punishment, then come stand right here," I said, pointing out right in front of the couch. "If not, you need to go on home and I’ll see you later. No hard feelings either way. Right?"
They both agreed and came to stand in front of me; Aaron a bit more hesitantly than Ray.
"Hold your shirts up, guys."
Both of them lifted there shirts for me. Ray did it about like I’d wanted, grabbing it about half way down, then lifting up, which bared his belly and a little chest, revealing that he still had a slight amount of baby fat rounding his belly and softening his boyish figure. Aaron, on the other hand, had grabbed the front of his shirt and lifted it up. It exposed his firm, flat, boyish belly, but left the back of the shirt hanging over his rear. I thought about having him change his hold for a minute, but decided it didn’t make a huge difference.
Aaron was wearing jean shorts, while Ray had on a pair of something like gym shorts with an elastic waistband, so I reached over and unfastened Aaron’s fly. Aaron flinched as I drew the zipper down, but didn’t try to stop me or move away. Then I turned to Ray and slid my fingers into the waistband of his shorts, drawing them down and exposing his Fruit of the Loom briefs, with the pretty blue-lined waistband. He squirmed a little as the shorts slid down, exposing thighs that were much leaner than you‘d expect, but he kept his shirt where it was. When the shorts hit Ray’s knees, I let go and they feel loosely to his ankles.
I turned back to Aaron and looked at the exposed band of his Jockey briefs. Aaron didn’t wear baggy clothes like some boys already had by then. With the fly undone, his shorts had slid a bit down his hips, but not much. At least not until I spread the fly further apart and gave him a little help, sliding them down to his ankles, where they also feel the rest of the way. Then, I reached back up, slid my fingers into the waist of his Jockeys. I felt him go rigid as he realized I was about to take his undies down, but I ignored it and slid them down his thighs was well, though they stayed at his knees.
I turned back to Ray and, even through his perpetually tanned coloring, you could tell he was blushing. He looked away as I grabbed his briefs and slid them down. They were a bit loose on him and didn’t stop at his knees. As the briefs slid past his privates, Ray’s hands dropped to cover himself. As soon as the briefs were down, I leaned back and looked up at him. As I leaned back, I realized that Aaron had gone from holding the bottom front of his shirt up, to holding it down to cover his own boyhood.
"Sorry guys, but you need to hold your shirts up, just like I already told you. If you didn’t know this was going to be bare bottomed, you should have asked. Anyway, embarrassment is part of the punishment."
They just stood there, staring at me and covering themselves.
"All right. I already told you that I didn’t want to do this, and that you guys needed to just go on home. Now, I’m not going to waste anymore time with you. Get dressed and I’ll see you later."
A quiet groan escaped Ray’s lips, then he slowly and reluctantly moved his hands and pulled his shirt back up, where it had fallen slightly. Then he turned to look at Aaron. Aaron, with his naturally pale skin, was blushing a furious red, and he cringed as Ray exposed himself, but, after a moment’s hesitation, he lifted his shirt back up, then yanked it up, baring himself as much as Ray already was.
"Fine," I said, starting to sound a little irritated, "we’ll try this one more time. First, do you see that hairbrush over there?" I said, pointing to where I kept a few basic hygiene items to make sure I looked decent for the customers. Both boys followed my gesture, then nodded that they did.
"Good. after you’ve both been spanked, you’ll bend over and get…" I gave it a seconds thought to decide what would make the point without being TOO harsh, "two swats with that brush. Any time from now, until I tell you to get dressed, that you disobey me will mean two more swats. Do we understand each other?"
"Yes, sir," they quietly echoed each other.
"Now, embarrassment is part of the punishment, but I don’t know why you two had to make such a big deal about it. Not only will you both be starting seventh grade this year, which means you’ll be having to shower with all the other guys after gym class; but, you’re both boys, which means neither one of you have anything that the other doesn’t."
"However," I continued, "since you two made this such a big deal, we’ll take care of it before we get down to business. You two turn and face each other."
Ray moved stiffly but did as he was told. Poor Aaron, who’d just began to edge back towards his normal peaches-and-cream complexion reddened again, but then, with obvious distress and reluctance, turned to face his friend. Looking up, I saw that Aaron was determinedly not looking forward, while Ray seemed to have his eyes clenched shut.
"We’re going to do this, so you two might as well make it easy, both by getting it over with as fast as possible, and by not earning yourselves more smacks. Aaron," the boy nearly jumped as I said his name, "kneel down."
"What?" He asked, not from disobedience, but just from being so startled by the command, that he actually wasn’t sure he’d heard right.
"Get down on your knees."
Obviously keeping the warning of extra swats in mind, Aaron went to his knees. He nearly stumbled as his briefs constricted his movement, and he paused a second to push them a bit lower.
When he was on his knees, I looked up at Ray and warned him to keep his shirt up, while I dealt with Aaron.
I did a little double-take as I turned my attention to Ray. I guess he did have something Aaron didn’t have, since Ray was uncircumcised. It’s unusual for a Caucasian boy around our parts, but not entirely unheard of. And, it was easy enough to work into the lecture.
"Now look right here, Aaron," I said, pointing at Ray’s little peter. "This is Ray’s penis, and I’m sure you both know a lot of other names for it." At first, Ray’s peter was very short, but with the attention we were giving him, it slowly started to droop, then to stand up a bit. I gestured at the thinner length of white flesh, moving my finger in a small arc. "This is the shaft, and this tube is called the foreskin." Then I turned my attention to Ray.
"Ray, can you peel your foreskin back?"
He nodded and reached down to grasp the thin tube of flesh, then slowly peeled it back.
"Thank you. This is called the glans, though you guys probably just call it the head." Ray‘s little buddy was slowly coming to life, but his skinning it and exposing the head seemed to speed the process. "Hold it up against your belly please, Ray."
By the time Ray lifted his little pal up, like I’d asked, it was definitely getting stiff. I smiled up at him, making him blush, then turned back to Aaron. "Y’all probably call this the sack, but it’s really called the scrotum. And I’ll bet you know what’s inside it."
"His balls?" Aaron replied, half in question.
"That’s right, except they’re really called testicles."
"Now, Aaron," I asked him, moving my finger away from Ray‘s penis, "does he have anything there that you don’t have?"
"Just that long tube," he responded, blushing a bit.
"We’ll talk about that in a minute. For now, let’s let Ray have his turn. Stand up." Aaron started to climb to his feet, but I didn’t have to say anything to Ray, who dropped to his knees nearly before Aaron was off his. I glanced at him as he came down, and noticed that his little buddy had enjoyed my brief touch. I’d lightly scratched my fingernail against his balls, but that light, casual contact had been enough to bring him to a short but full erection. It looked like my finger covered over a quarter of the little thing, almost a full third, so I was guessing he was between 2 and 2 ½ inches.
As Aaron came to his feet, it was obvious that, just as he was a little nervous and embarrassed, he was also a little excited. His peter was a little leaner than Ray’s, but also a tad longer. Unlike Ray, Aaron started off with some length, but he lost a bit as I walked Ray through the same, quick-o anatomy course. I also pointed out to Aaron that he had a foreskin, it was just much shorter than Ray‘s. As I pointed it out, my finger ’accidentally’ brushed against the flare of his corona, causing him to gasp, and bringing his little Mr. Happy back to life.
"How come Ray has a skin like that?" Aaron asked.
"It’s not that Ray has a skin like that," I explained. "It’s that you don’t. Do you know what circumcision is?"
"It’s something Jewish people do, isn’t it?"
"Yeah. It’s removing some of the foreskin. A while back, they decided that circumcision was good for hygiene reasons, so most people got it done. Now, they’re arguing back and forth about whether it’s good or not, but a lot of people, especially Caucasians like me and you, still get it done. I’m not sure why Ray didn’t have it done, but there’s no reason he should have. He’s natural, but not all that common around here."
"Because my dad says we’re not Jewish, and Paul said we didn’t have to do it."
"There you go." I’d turned to watch Ray as he spoke. Once he was on his feet, I couldn’t help but notice that both boys were over half-stiff. I’d also noticed something else that was worth a mention. I turned the two of them so they were side-by-side and facing the mirror.
"I was wrong about one thing, guys. There’s another difference between the two of you. Y’all might not have noticed, so I’m going to point it out. I think Aaron will like to see it, anyway. Would you both please hold your penises up again?"
The two boys complied and I knelt down between and behind the two of them and reached forward.
"Do you see how Ray’s scrotum is right up against his legs and how it’s real tight and the skin looks pretty thick?" I ran my fingertip lightly across his sack, and he jumped. "You can’t really even see that he has two separate testes. On the other hand," I said, switching my attention back over to Aaron and doing the same thing to him, causing him to tense up, more than jump, "yours isn’t as thick and is a little looser," my fingertip tickled across his testicles, "and you can see that you have two."
"Do you know what puberty is?" I asked them.
"Yeah," Ray said.
"It’s what happens when you get hair and stuff."
"Well, when your scrotum starts descending like that, it’s one of the first signs of puberty."
"Now," I continued, "do you still think it’s a big deal?"
They both agreed that it wasn’t.
"And if you hadn’t made such a big deal about it, we could have already been done with this." At that, I took a peak up front, to make sure no one was waiting, then turned back to them. "As it is, we’ve still got some business to take care of, don’t we?"
Both of them went glum, and admitted it.
"All right. Let’s get this over with. Aaron, I think it’s easier to go first and get it over with. I usually let the younger boys go first, but y’all are so close to the same age that I think it would be fair to let the smaller boy go first. Do you think I’m wrong?"
He really thought about it for a minute, before he answered. "No. Let Ray go first. I guess that’s fair."
I motioned him to take a step back, and for Ray to come to me. Ray looked as if getting to go first were an ‘honor’ he’d just as soon pass on, but he stepped up to me. I motioned him over my lap and he started to climb onto the couch, then stopped and stepped out of his shorts and briefs, then climbed up to kneel beside me, before stretching out across my lap.
Ray’s little bottom was round and full and just a little soft. I gently rubbed his bottom while giving the two of them a brief lecture.
"Like I said before, I’m not mad at you for playing and I’m not mad at you for knocking the drinks over. Why am I mad at you?"
"Because we didn’t mind when you told us to stop playing around," Aaron told me.
"Is that right, Ray?"
"Yes, sir," he groaned.
My hand came up from his bottom and the spanking began. I started off slow and not especially hard, circling around his bottom. Aaron and I watched as it slowly turned pink. At first, Ray just laid there and took the spanks, but as the spanking went on, I slowly increased the speed and force of the smacks. As the sting increased he started to lose control of himself and began to squirm, then to push at the couch with his feet, trying to push himself away from the stinging. His rear end got redder and redder and his quiet yelps became louder until he finally pushed himself up from the couch and the sobs became full blown crying.
I was slapping hard and fast and nearly finished when he let his upper body collapse back to the couch and shot his hands behind him.
"Move your hands, Ray." He didn’t, so I repeated it a bit more forcefully, with smacks on the back of his legs. "Move! Your! Hands!" He squealed with each smack, but his hands didn’t move. "Fine. Aaron, would you come hold Ray’s hands. Ray, you’re getting two more with the brush for not minding." He cried a bit louder at that, but didn’t resist as Aaron pulled his hands in front of him. I’d been almost finished, but had to take a few more smacks to make the point that I was in charge and he had to mind. He was still crying hard when Aaron pulled his hands in front of him, and immediately started crying harder as I began to place several slow, hard smacks on his already red cheeks. He was bawling loud and hard before I let him up.
I pulled him into a brief hug, then let him up. He slowly climbed off my lap, and it was obvious that every move pained him. To his feet he did climb though, which let me see that his little peter had shrunk back down to the tiny size it had been to start.
I took a moment to enjoy Ray’s tear-stained face, then turned to Aaron. Tears were already sliding down his face, but he didn’t resist when I motioned him over my lap. His looser shorts let him keep them on as he climbed up onto the couch. He did hesitate a moment, crouched on all fours to my side, but then he took a deep breath, almost a sob, and laid himself across my legs.
As soon as he was over my lap, I began to rub his bottom. It wasn’t as round or full as Ray’s, but had a nice curve to the back and those cute little dimples that I like so much.
"Ray," I asked him, "why did you just get spanked?"
"Be- because," he sobbed, "we didn’t mind you."
"Is that right, Aaron?"
"Yes, sir," he replied, tears already evident in his voice.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes, si-- Oh!" his last word became a yelp as my first spank landed.
I did the same with Aaron as I had with Ray, circling around his bottom, slowly increasing the speed and the force. Aaron did not take it as well as Ray, at least not at first. Aaron was already nearly crying before I’d even started spanking him. It took almost nothing to have him really crying. Even before I could hear his sobs, he was starting to squirm and wiggle around my lap. He didn’t try to get away like Ray had though. He lay there, even as he jumped with every swat.
As the spanking grew harder and faster, Aaron got louder and louder. Every swat made him yelp and he was all over my lap. I felt bad for the kid, but it was nice, too. I didn’t spank him as long or as hard as I had Ray, because Aaron managed to keep his hands out of the way. As hard and loud as he was crying, he kept control of himself. And when the burn in his backside finally pushed him over the edge, he just totally collapsed over my lap, bawling hard and loud.
I placed a few final swats on his already deep red bottom, then lifted him up. I gave him a brief hug, then let him climb to his feet.
Ray still had tears streaming from his eyes, though his crying had stopped. As Aaron stood next to him, he tried to rub the sting out of his bottom. He was still crying aloud, and Ray started again, when I reminded him that they still had spanks left to come. Aaron’s hands slowly moved out from his bottom and he groaned as I directed the two of them over the couch.
Both of them bent over the couch, and I had them keep their legs straight and put their elbows on the couch. They looked behind them to watch as I fetched the brush, then walked back to them.
I rubbed the brush against each boys bottom, then pushed them together a bit. I stood so that I was on Ray’s left and Aaron on his right. I rubbed the brush again, then lifted it off. Aaron tensed when the brush came off his bottom, then nearly jumped as it came down on Ray’s bottom. Once, twice on each of his sit spots, causing him to holler and howl, then the same spots again for Aaron. Both boys were crying loud and hard now, as I patted Aaron on his back, signaling him to get up. He jumped upright and began to rub the blazing sting. I took a minute to enjoy the sight of his little peter bobbing up and down as he bounced around, trying anything he could to ease the burn. The dual soundtrack crying didn’t make the picture less appealing, either.
Delaying like that wasn’t fair to Ray, so after a moment’s enjoyment, I turned back and landed the last two swats I’d promised him. He nearly screamed with each swat, but I was careful to place them in not quite the same spots as the first two.
At the signal that he could get up, Ray jumped up as fast as Aaron had and began to do a much freer post-spanking dance, since he was unfettered by any clothes around his ankles. Aaron’s own dance had been waning, but he stopped, even forgetting to rub his own bottom, and we both watched Ray’s vigorous efforts to rid himself of some of the fire in his tail.
As Ray’s little jig slowly calmed down and he joined Aaron in merely standing and rubbing, I was suddenly amused at how UN-shy the two boys had suddenly become. Still, while they stood there nude, I glanced out the break room to check the front door, then I got there attention one more time.
"Didn’t you tell me you could stay until about 5pm today?"
They both nodded at me, and Aaron mumbled something that might have been ‘yessir’.
"Then I have bad news for you."
Their movement stopped and their eyes went wide. Aaron’s face crumpled up like he was about to start crying again and Ray started to say something, but I quickly cut him off.
"I expect both of you to go out there and get at least two hundred of those things put together before you get out of those chairs again. Understand me?"
Both of them did and hurried to promise me they’d do just that. I told them to get dressed. Ray walked over to get his shorts from next to the couch, and Aaron bent over to pull his up, then he stopped and stood back up.
"I get it," he said. That’s bad news ‘cause we gotta sit while we do ‘em."
"You got it, mister. Now get dressed and let’s go." Ray opened his mouth and I overrode him again. "Yes, you can go to the bathroom first." He blushed, but thanked me.
Forty-eight minutes later, the two of them proudly showed me that they’d each made their quota. Since their drinks had spilled, my ice had melted while I was heating their bottoms, and they both clearly wanted a chance to not be sitting on hard, metal folding chairs, I sent them back to the convenience store for more soda.
I can’t say they were model workers after that, but I’d made a definite impression on them and they were much better behaved - especially for twelve-year old boys. And let’s face it, I wouldn’t have been as happy if they had always been perfectly behaved.