Barrett Bares It

There’s some question of when Ryan and Barrett first met. Rather, I should say, there’s a question of when they first became friends. The two of them were classmates in first and second grade, and got along pretty well, though it was limited to a school friendship.

I’d always thought that the two of them met at an end of school party at the store when they finished fifth grade. It turns out that they’d actually renewed their friendship earlier that same year.

It was when the boys were in fifth grade that Barrett’s parents divorced. For some reason, rather than kicking her husband out of the house, Monica Starling Seely took her three children and moved to a rental house, which put them in Sanger school zone. When Ryan recognized the new kid coming into his classroom one day, he sought him out at recess and renewed acquaintances. Finding out that the new boy was into comics, CCGs, and Clix seemed to put a lock on things. Still, it wasn’t until the party at the start of the summer that the two of them expanded their friendship outside of school, and that only occurred when Ms. Starling was ready to move back into their home and move Barrett back to another school zone.

Whenever their actual friendship began, the two of them have been close friends for over three years now. The only reason Barrett isn’t over here more often is that he does live on the other side of town. He’s a much more frequent guest during the summer, when he can devote the time to a bike ride. During the school year, it’s harder to free up that much time for a trip, and his mom doesn’t like his being over here that much, since he spends every other weekend (Friday night and at least part of Saturday) at the role-playing parties (whoever’s house they’re at that weekend).

I’ve always had a marked fondness for Barrett, even though it does get confusing to have him and my biological son in the house at the same time, since I have a habit of calling both of them ‘Bear’. I have to admit that part of the reason for that is that he’s an incredibly cute kid. Barrett has dark blond hair that he’s always worn in a standard bowl cut, and just over his ears when the cut is fresh. He has a full, but not chubby face, with a strong, square jaw, mildly jutting chin, full lips, and a slightly broad nose, which is the center for the smattering of freckles strewn across his face. His blue eyes are dark, nearly sapphire, and aren’t diminished by the gold wire framed glasses he wears. His eyebrows and lashes are just slightly darker than the hair on his head. As long as I’ve known him, he and Ryan seem determined to keep pace with one another, and they’re both right at 5’5" and are probably both within a pound or two of one hundred and twelve (which means they‘re both just a little on the small side for their age).

Barrett’s cute, but not so phenomenal that I’d keep him around as art. He has a lot of other things going on for him as well. He’s still into comics and gaming, (role-playing, card games, and miniature gaming) at least as much as Ryan is, which means he and I always have something about which we can talk. To me, his best point is that he’s charmingly shy. As much as I love Tim and Joss and Cam, I always pay special attention to Barrett because it seems that he needs someone to put him forward. While it seems to fade when he’s playing a game, he’ll usually hang back, letting everyone else go first, rather than advancing himself.

Barrett also has a deep and wide mischievous streak. Unlike certain other people I know (like Riley and Johnny), Barrett has a good idea of how far is too far (though his mother informs me he has a bit more trouble keeping that line in mind when it comes to his sisters), but he has a keen sense of humor. He’s also very smart and quick as well (which aren’t always the same thing). You have to be careful when talking to the boy because, while he’s normally polite about it, he has no trouble at all with skewering you on a barb of wit if you leave yourself open. I have the feeling his mom’s sometimes less than appreciative of it, but he’s usually accurate enough that I get a good laugh (then again, I don’t have to live with it either).

Quite possibly the thing I liked best about Barrett when I first met him is that he was and is extremely modest physically as well. I can understand that perfectly, since I was much the same at his age, and can only guess that it’s because he has to live with his mom and two sisters. The first time he spent the night with us, he slept in pajamas. He got a little mild teasing for that, so I gave him a suggestion the next day before he went home. The next time he came over, he ran around the house in gym shorts and a tee, then undressed once he and Ryan were ready for bed. From what Ryan said, Barrett was a little shy and hesitant about undressing, even just in front of him, but he told me the next day that he felt much better about it, and sleeping in his undies was actually a lot more comfortable.

Oh, and for the sake of completeness, I should point out that the fact that Barrett wore briefs longer than Ryan did probably didn’t hurt my appreciation of him. That second time he spent the night with us, I did tuck them in, but waited until they were actually in bed to do it. As Barrett became a more regular visitor (this was before Ryan organized his role-playing group, but they’d get together and play card games or Clix or board games), I started coming in while he was undressing. Apparently his shyness only extended peripherally to his own dad, and I came to belong to that same ‘safe’ category. If I ‘happened’ to come in while the two of them were undressing, Barrett might blush a bit, but never freaked out, so I could sit and talk to them while waiting for them to get in bed.

To be honest, I’d feel better about admiring Barrett in briefs if wearing them had been his choice. While it seems like briefs are a bit more accepted again than they were ten years ago, Barrett, like the majority of boys growing up, wanted to make the change to boxers when he started having to suit out for gym in seventh grade. At the time, I just assumed he liked briefs better. It was much later that I learned that his mom just felt that a three-pack of boxers was too much more expensive than a seven-pack of briefs. I would never make that kind of rather cheap, petty decision (boxers are probably twice as much, but a week’s worth of boxers still only cost about twenty dollars). Then again, I don’t know how much money she’s having to live on to raise her three kids, so I’m not in a good position to judge. Then again-again, she’s not a guy, so maybe she doesn’t really understand how embarrassing and uncomfortable that must have been for him. As soon as I found out that he wanted them, we stopped at Target and got him some. I’m just sorry it took so long.



When Barrett’s parents divorced, his father ended up changing jobs and moving down to the Gulf region, where he worked on offshore oil derricks. I never really met the man in those days, and his visitation wasn’t especially regular. I don’t know exactly how those things work, but it seems like you’re on the rig for an extended period of time, then you get an accumulated leave.

After an extended time working like that (and apparently making and putting back some good money), Mr. Seely moved back to Bransom last year and has been able to establish good visitation habits, and re-establish good relationships with his kids, and especially with his son. Proving he’s also a fairly intelligent man, Mr. Seely took a two bedroom apartment, put two twin beds into the second bedroom, and arranged to get his son and his daughters on separate weekends. While they sometimes do things together, this seems to work out better for all of them, and I know Barrett is crazy about the idea.

I also know that both of Barrett’s parents are pretty strict with him.

Remember me mentioning that Barrett is mischievous but has a good idea of how far is too far? Well, it seems that he and Ryan tend to encourage each other and not always in a good way.



"And I know I warned the two of them several times before the accident happened, Ms…."

"Starling, but please call me Monica. Was anyone hurt?"

"Okay, if you‘ll call me Jack." I agreed. "And no, Monica," I assured her, "no one was hurt. There really wasn’t any damage done, but the problem is…"

"That you’d told them to quit running in the store already," Barrett’s mother interrupted me.

"Exactly."

"And it was Barrett and your son?"

I nodded, glancing at Barrett, who was listening closely to us. He was obviously nervous, and fairly upset. I think he might have also been a bit mad at me, since he’d begged me not to tell his mom. Of course, I would have preferred to spank him myself, but just hadn’t known him or his mom well enough. Instead, I’d just explained to him that he was going to have to learn to follow instructions or face the consequences, that I’d given them several chances, and that Ryan was going to be punished, so it would be unfair to let Barrett off. Barrett apparently knew better than to try to convince me that fairness was overrated and didn’t think to ask me to punish him myself. In the long run it didn’t matter, since his mom had shown up within ten minutes of the accident, and I wouldn’t have had the chance to deal with it anyway.

"What are you going to do with Ryan?"

I’d glanced at her when she spoke, but now glanced back at Barrett. The three of us were away from the other customers, but I hesitated just a second to tell her in front of Barrett, not knowing how his family handled things. Then again, Barrett had been in Ryan’s room and had seen Heat hanging by the door, so I guess there wasn’t too much of a mystery.

There was only a brief pause before I answered, "He’s going to get a spanking."

"That sounds fair, since I’m sure Barrett knows he’s going to get one as soon as we get home."

Barrett had been fidgety for the entire conversation, but he now did a whole-body wince, along with what might have been an almost silent moan (unless I just imagined it). He crossed his hands defensively across his chest and now began to study the carpet. I can’t even guess if he refused to look up from embarrassment or to hide his incipient tears.

Before they left, Barrett paused to apologize to me. I shook his hand and looked at him for a minute, then said his name. He glanced up at me instinctively, revealing that his eyes were pretty shiny.

"I’m sorry about this, Barrett, but if you’re going to hang around the store, you’re going to have to behave, and I like having you up here. I want you to keep coming; okay?"

He managed a sickly smile and nodded.

"You mad at me?"

He shrugged, but then shook his head.

"You still coming over Tuesday?"

This time he glanced at his mom, but after she nodded, he looked back to me and nodded.

"Good. I’m looking forward to it almost as much as Ryan. We’ll show you that board game we were talking about. Okay?"

"Okay." His voice was weak and a bit wavery. He paused for a second, then added quietly, "I really am sorry."

"I know you are, kiddo. Take care."



Tuesday night came, and I was a bit surprised when Monica came in when dropping off Barrett. After we’d said hello, she asked to talk to me, so I led her to my office. Barrett came with her.

"I’ve been thinking since Saturday, Jack," she told me, sitting on my office couch with her arm casually around Barrett.

"Barrett’s at your store almost every weekend, and he’s been over to your house a number of times this summer. I’m not worried about that, and even understand why, since you do have a pool and a game room, and you don’t have daughters. However, after the little problem Saturday, he and I had a talk."

"Barrett is usually a really good boy," she continued, causing him to grin and blush, "but he’s still a boy and it seems like he just has to get in trouble every once in a while. I have a sister and a brother," she continued, in a seeming non sequitur, "and while I know boys, I’ll never claim to understand them. My sister and I always hated being spanked, and I never thought I’d use it with my kids. The truth is, though, that my brother always reacted much better to being spanked than to grounding or restrictions, and he never seemed to resent them the way my sister and I did. Barrett’s father spanked him without really seeming to consider anything else, and it seems to work just the same with him. I’m not saying he likes it, but as soon as it’s over, it’s over, and he’s not resentful. As a matter of fact, the one time I remember him being resentful after a spanking, it turned out that it was because he really hadn’t deserved it."

During this whole explanation, poor, fair skinned, freckled Barrett was glowing like the Las Vegas strip, and pretty obviously wishing to die if that’s what it took to get this over with. I don’t think it’s that his mom didn’t notice, it’s that she just knew he was going to be embarrassed, and felt it was important to say.

"Anyway, to make a long story short—I know, too late—I did spank Barrett when we got home Saturday. Then I got to thinking. To me, the best thing—maybe the only positive thing about a spanking—is that it’s over and done with quickly. Because of all the time he spends over here, I think that if Barrett gets in trouble in the future when he’s with you, it would be better if you went ahead and spanked him. That’s what he and I talked over, and he agrees."

Barrett was busily practicing his invisibility skills and jumped when I spoke to him.

"Is that right, Bear?"

As soon as he came to rest again, he glanced at me quickly, then away again before nodding.

"Do you know how Ryan gets spanked?"

He thought for a second, then shrugged, but then added, "I think so."

I thought about pursuing the details, then decided it would be better to do it without his mom there.

"And you’re comfortable with me treating you the same?"

This time, there was no hesitation, and he nodded.

"Now," Monica added, "I’ve explained to him that if he thinks you’re being unfair, he can call me, but basically it’s ‘your house, your rules’, and he’s okay with that."

"That’s the same thing I tell my kids, so I can certainly live with it. Of course, it’ll be easiest if you and Ryan just stay out of trouble," I added, turning to address Barrett.

He smiled at me, but gave me a shrug that said he understood, agreed, and would try, but wasn’t making any promises.



That evening, Ryan, Barrett, and I settled down with my old Talisman board game. It’s not a hard game to learn but takes a while to play. Barrett loved it so much that we decided to squeeze in another game. Before we started the second game, it was decided that a snack was in order.

As they settled onto stools at the counter and I started putting a little something together, it occurred to me that this was also a great time for the little talk I’d been thinking about.

"Ryan, Barrett’s mom and I talked for a bit when she dropped him off. Why don’t you tell him what happened when we got home Saturday."

"Saturday?" the boy replied, sounding a bit confused. "Oh," he said, after a pause, and his face turned nearly as red as his hair when he answered. "You mean when I got a spanking?" he said sheepishly.

"Yeah, that’s what I meant," I replied, then looked up at the other boy, "Barrett…"

"I did too," he replied before I could even ask the question.

Barrett had known what was going to happen to Ryan, but I’d not mentioned Barrett’s appointment to Ryan, so he was a bit surprised.

"How did she spank you, Barrett?"

Now the blond turned even redder than Ryan. He opened his mouth, then tried to shut it. I was beginning to think I’d have to ask again when he finally cleared his throat and answered.

"With her hand," he finally replied. After a second, he went on without more encouragement. "I had to pull my pants down and lay down on her lap." He paused again and took a deep breath. "She said that I know how to act in public, and that running around inside like that’s really dangerous, and we’re lucky we didn’t break something or hurt somebody, so…" he took a deep breath, "so I had to get some smacks with the brush, too."

"The brush!?" Ryan exclaimed, before I could say anything. "How many?"

"I dunno," Barrett said, shrugging. "Maybe six?"

"After a spanking? That’s gotta kill!"

"Yeah, it was pretty bad."

There was a moment’s quiet before I spoke again.

"Ryan, the talk Barrett’s mom and I had is that I’m going to spank him if he needs it while he’s over here." Barrett winced a bit when he heard that repeated, but I don’t think Ryan noticed. "Why don’t you tell him how you got it Saturday?"

Now it was Ryan’s turn to be uncomfortable again, but he answered gamely.

"Dad usually spanks me in my room. He takes off my pants and underwear while he’s chewing me out, then I gotta get the paddle and lay down on his lap so he can spank me. Do you gotta do corner time?"

"Huh uh," Barrett replied.

"Dad usually makes me stand in the corner for a while after I get it."

"Does he always pull your shorts off?"

Ryan nodded, then asked, "Does your mom?"

"She makes me do it. Dad used to spank me like that, but Mom doesn’t." He paused for a second, then looked at us before adding. "She did once. I really hated it, but she was really upset with me because…."

He stopped and I looked up at him. Ryan was already watching him. I could understand why he was so uncomfortable. I’d seen him in his briefs, but had little doubt he didn’t like showing them to his mom, much less being bare in front of her. Whatever caused it had to be stressful for him.

"She caught me taking a dollar out of her purse, so I deserved it…"

"But it was still really embarrassing," I finished for him.

"Yeah," he said, grateful for the understanding.

"You guys are both embarrassed, and I don’t want to stress you out, but I do want to be sure we all understand each other; okay, Barrett?"

I waited for him to nod.

"Good. Then I just want to point out that, if something does happen, you won’t be the first one of my kids’ friends that I’ve spanked. You won’t even be the first one of Ryan’s friends that I’ve spanked. I always do other kids the same way I do mine, and if two kids get in trouble together, seeing each other get spanked is part of the punishment, whether they’re both my kids or not. Understand?"

He nodded nervously.

"So if you get in trouble, I will spank your bare bottom. The only thing I might do different is, since you’re not used to getting paddled, I might decide to use my hand instead. That just depends on what you’ve done and how you take it."

I paused for a second, but he just looked at me, so I went on.

"If you have any questions, this is the time to ask them. Okay?"

"Okay," he agreed. "I can’t think of any," he added after a minute.

"In that case," I replied, "I think these are ready, so let’s go play."

Of course, there was a question that should have occurred to both Barrett and me, but it was something so obvious that it just didn‘t register. Not then. It wasn’t until the end of summer that it reared its head.



"Don’t, Jack," Barrett said, pleading in desperation. "Please. Stop!"

I looked up at the boy and started to snap at him, but stopped. Ryan was standing beside him, staring in a bit of amazement. Ryan was holding his shirt up, and his pants and briefs lay atop his bed, behind me. The cargo shorts Barrett had been wearing lay on top of Ryan’s shorts, but his shirt was no longer being held up since his hands were busy keeping mine from sliding his briefs down his legs.

After a second’s thought, I removed my fingers from inside Barrett’s Fruit of the Looms and moved my hands away. As soon as my hands were gone, Barrett grabbed the hem of his t-shirt but, instead of lifting it back up under his arms, he pulled it down to his thighs, bending a bit to give himself some extra coverage.

Ryan, who still stood almost totally exposed, was watching his friend nervously, seeming more than a little dismayed. I, on the other hand, was looking at him with total understanding. I’ve never known if it was because of the time I was the only boy living with my mom and sharing a room with my little sister, or maybe if it was because I was gay, but I’d been very shy when I was Barrett’s age, and even a little older. Even when I was around another boy who was undressed, I wasn’t one hundred percent comfortable about it at first. And unlike I would have been, Barrett wasn’t even trying to catch a peek at Ryan. I was sure I’d warned Barrett when I first got permission that boys in trouble together were punished together. Yet with a boy as shy as Barrett seemed to be, I suddenly realized that being bare in front of his friend wouldn’t be extra punishment; it’d be torture.

"Barrett," I finally said after a few moments’ thought, in which he’d been watching me very nervously, "when I told you boys you could go bike riding, didn’t I tell you what time to be back?"

He nodded and mumbled something that might have been ‘yes, sir’.

"Ryan knows that more than thirty minutes late is an automatic spanking. You might not have known that, but…"

"I did," he interrupted me.

"Well, your mom said that when you’re at my house, it’s my rules, but if you think I’m being unfair, we can give her a call. Is that what you want?"

"No," he said, sounding a bit plaintive, almost like he was upset he was disappointing me.

"Okay, then, I think I know what the problem is. I was going to let you go first. I think it’s easier to get your spanking done first and get it over with. I think that when I first warned you this could happen, neither one of us was really thinking about how shy you are."

I took a deep breath and waited a second to see that he was relaxing a bit before I continued.

"Now do you want to hold your shirt up so I can pull your underwear off, then go ahead and get your spanking over with, or do you want to put your shorts back on and go wait in my office while I spank Ryan?"

Ryan was looking at the other boy curiously, but not judgmentally. Barrett finally looked over at his friend and blushed a bit, but didn’t look away. After a second, when I think he realized it really didn’t matter to Ryan either way, he turned back to me.

"Your office."

"You realize you’re still going to get spanked?"

He nodded.

"And you realize it’s still going to be bare?"

He nodded again. "But just you, right? No one else is going to watch?"

"No, it’ll be just me and you. Is that what you want?"

He nodded, more enthusiastically for a second, until the spanking part sank in, but he didn’t change his mind.

"Okay. Go to my office, shut the door behind you, get your pants off, then stand in the far corner until I get there. Understand?"

He nodded as I handed the white and blue checked shorts back to him.

A moment later, as Barrett left the room, fastening his zipper as he went, Ryan was right behind him. Of course, Ryan was still nearly nude and was only going as far as the doorway, where he retrieved Heat.

Ryan wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about having his own spanking advanced, but he knew from experience that watching another boy breaking down over my lap didn’t make his own upcoming spanking any easier to take.

As soon as he was back, I took Heat, but instead of placing him over my lap, I pulled him to sit on it, so we could discuss his friend. Ryan didn’t understand Barrett’s extreme shyness (probably no better than Barrett understood it himself, or that I’d ever understood my own), but he did accept it.

"Is there something wrong with his penis or something, Dad?" he asked with innocent curiosity.

"I doubt it, buddy. You have to remember that he lives with his mom and two sisters. He was probably taught to be modest around the ladies, and that’s just grown. I’m sure he’ll get better as he gets older."

Ryan shrugged nonchalantly. As soon as I was sure that this wasn’t going to be a problem between them, and that Ryan wasn’t going to be doing any teasing, I flipped him over. He seemed more than willing to talk a little more, but I didn’t want to leave Barrett waiting too long.



Not five minutes later, Ryan turned away from me, lifting his tee again to expose a very dark red bottom. He was crying hard, but he’s usually good about being punctual, so I’d not seen the point in breaking him down this time, which meant his sit spots were about the same color as the rest of his bottom.

I’d held him in my lap for a bit after the spanking, and let him calm down enough to be sure he understood my instructions before letting him go. I guess it’s a matter of how much I really trust Ryan that I’d told him he could come out of the corner as soon as he finished crying, and to put on his undies as soon as he came out.

Carrying Heat with me, I left the room, pulling the door shut behind me, and headed for my office. Since every important room has at least one paddle, the sight of me carrying one around the house is rather unusual. I didn’t notice any boys on the quick walk between the two rooms, and I’m sure that any who noticed me made a rapid detour.

I opened the door to my office to find Barrett standing exactly as I’d instructed him: nose to the corner, shorts lying on my couch, and t-shirt held up under his arms, which I’d not thought to tell him. I stepped over to my desk and turned the chair to face into the room before calling him.

"Come here now, Barrett."

He jumped at my voice, but turned and made his way to me. He wasn’t exactly moving quickly, and he kept his eyes on the paddle the entire way, but he moved when I told him to, didn’t stop, and didn’t argue.

When he was in front of me, he took his glasses off and laid them on my desk. I laid Heat behind me, then leaned back and looked at him.

"I’ve been patient and understanding with you, Bear. I know how shy you are and how hard that makes this, but it is going to happen. Understand me?"

His head nodded jerkily.

"Now, I’m going to take your shorts off, then put you over my lap and spank you. I expect you to stand there and keep your shirt up. Okay?"

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out, and he finally nodded. I felt pretty bad for him as I saw a tear leak from the corner of one eye.

Satisfied, I reached up and took his briefs. A damp squeak escaped him, and he took a half step away, but his hands stayed on his shirt, and he made himself step back up after a second. I looked up at him with what I hoped was a comforting look and a nod, then slid the briefs down quickly.

At eleven, it was no surprise that Barrett’s peter was white and pink, hairless and small, but I almost laughed when I saw it. Not because it was amusing, but because of the question Ryan had asked. Barrett’s little balls were hanging just a bit loosely, and the head of his circumcised shaft, which looked to be just less than two inches, snuggled comfortably between the two of them. All in all, his boyhood was almost identical to Ryan’s.

Almost before he’d stepped out of his briefs, Barrett started moving to get over my lap. He wasn’t used to my longer legs or getting spanked on a chair, but we were able to get him in place without too much trouble. As soon as I was happy with his position, I picked up the paddle and rested it against his rear.

One thing I was happy with about spanking the two of them separately was that it allowed me to go a little easier on Barrett without any problems. I’d been thinking of whether to hand spank both of them, and trying to decide what would be both fair and adequate, but separating them solved the problem. Barrett was going to get a paddling, just not as long a one as Ryan had (unless he took it a lot better than I expected him to).

While Ryan and Barrett have very similar builds, Barrett’s not really into sports (or dancing), so his rear was just a bit softer and rounder than Ryan’s, and it felt very pleasant as I ran my left hand over it, while reaching for the paddle.

Barrett winced and went tense when the wood touched his bottom, but he began to relax as I continued to rub his back and backside. I spoke to him briefly about why we have rules and consequences, and why I use spanking, then the paddling began.

I had the paddle aimed so the first stroke would land with about half the length of the paddle on either side of Barrett’s crack, and the second swat landed the same way, but lower, leaving a white stripe between the two red ones. Ryan had received three swats like that to start, but with Barrett, after two smacks, I moved to concentrate on each cheek.

Three swats down each cheek, then a couple of more in the middle, filling in that white space I’d left the first time, before placing a smack on each side. Two more in the center, then a couple of smacks on each leg.

Heat for the Seat obviously stung a lot more than Barrett was accustomed to because he was yelping and squirming from the first swat. Still, it seemed equally obvious that his mom was a very thorough spanker, since yelping and squirming was all he did. After the first few swats, his feet began to kick a bit, but he never really fought me and kept his hands in front of him.

What he wasn’t doing was crying. His yelps were getting very wet, but he really wasn’t even sobbing yet, not regularly. Because of that, I felt justified in adding another swat to each row, giving him the same thing that Ryan had received.

I don’t know if it was the extra swat I was placing on his rosy cheeks, or if it was because they were falling on already stinging, hot skin, but the sobs I’d been awaiting started quickly and before I finished laying four swats back and forth on each cheek, he was finally crying.

As I finished his cheeks and traced the paddle down his crack again, his crying quickly grew harder, but didn’t get shrill. It remained as deep as his boyish tenor could reach, and was obviously heart-felt and not angry.

As I placed a couple of swats towards each dimple, he started really kicking, and I felt his upper body shift around a second, before he wrapped both hands around my calf. I think he was starting to struggle and squirm harder as well, but with my arm wrapped around his hip, he didn’t have much free room, and I couldn’t tell for sure.

By the time I put the final swats on his legs, Barrett was crying hard and loud, and I decided he didn’t need the full four swats I’d been considering. After two, back and forth on each leg, I put the paddle down behind me, then began gently rubbing his flaming hot bottom.

Barrett had thrust his head upwards for the last of his cries, and it took a few seconds for the lack of smacks, for the feel of my hand on his rear, to sink in. When it did, his head fell forward loosely. I let him lie like that for a few seconds, then reached under him and carefully helped him sit up.

Barrett winced when his bottom came in contact with my leg, but he settled back down. I put my arm around his shoulder and pulled him towards me, but he shrugged my hand off. He didn’t try to get up, though. He just leaned forward, crying into his hands.

After his crying settled down a bit, he sat back up and looked at me. After a second, I lifted my arm in offer of a hug, and he leaned forward. He didn’t resist this time as I draped my arm over his shoulder and pulled him against my chest.

I held him like that, his face against my chest, one arm over his shoulder and the other reaching around to rub his back, until his cries started to settle down to sobs.

"Usually my kids have to do corner time about now, Barrett."

He started to get up, but I didn’t release him.

"Since this is your first time, do you think we can skip that without you running wild?"

He looked up at me with something that might have been a small smile, then nodded.

"I do too. If I let you up now, do you think you could stand to get dressed?"

He thought about it a second, then shook his head, so I held him a little longer.



When Barrett was ready to get up, I watched him dress, then had him carry the paddle back to Ryan’s room. Even though he was dressed, even with his glasses on, there was no question he’d just been spanked, and I think he was a bit embarrassed at having to carry the paddle that had done it, but he didn’t protest.

Back in Ryan’s room, I let Barrett hang up the paddle, then had them stand next to each other.

"Ryan knows that I think corner time is important, not as more punishment, but to let a boy think about what he’s done and why he shouldn’t do it again. Okay?"

Both of them nodded, though I’d been speaking to Barrett.

"Corner time is usually bare bottomed and usually as soon as the spanking’s done, but neither of you have done your full corner time yet. Since you got in trouble together, I think you should at least do some corner time together, and since you two sleep in your briefs and see each other like that, I want you," I said, looking directly at Barrett, "to get your shorts off again, then both of you can go and spend," I glanced at my watch and pretended to think about it, "let’s say five minutes in the corner. Can you both live with that?"

Barrett blushed a bit, but they both agreed, and that gave me five minutes to enjoy two cute little bottoms, even if I couldn’t see all the coloring.



That wasn’t the only time I spanked Barrett. It wasn’t the only time he got in trouble with Ryan, not to mention a time or two he’s managed to get himself in trouble when I was in charge. On the other hand, he’s also done a really good job of controlling himself, and I haven’t had to spank him for almost a year. At least not until I took him, Ryan, and their role-playing buddies to the mall one day.

But that’s another story.





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