Steven and Troy Part 3: Two Trips
It was mid-March and the kids were on Spring Break. I’d farmed the kids out for the day and was at the store. I’d enjoyed myself during the morning working in the store, but was now doing the paperwork. I like paperwork and it’s neccesary, but I like when I can take breaks from it, as well. That’s why I was happy to hear the argument outside my office door.
Okay, actually the argument didn’t make me happy, but I recognized one of the voices, which suggested who the other one would be. And that did make me happy.
The tap came a minute later and then the door opened and Troy stuck his head in.
"Can we come in?" Troy asked a bit nervously.
"Yes, both of you can come in. You’ve been here before, Troy and it’s too early for you to have missed the bus, so why’re you so nervous?"
"Because dim bulb here…."
"Hey!" Steve interrupted.
"I mean,my brother, spent all our money so we don’t have enough to get back home."
"You told me that…"
"Can it. Both of you," I added as Troy started to reply.
The two of them were glaring at each other, so I decided to start with the easy part.
"When do you have to be home?"
"Not til later. We just knew that you didn’t usually work late, so we thought maybe we should come on by…"
"To beg for money?"
"No. Just for a ride."
"Okay, I think we can work that, but not for a while. Problem?"
"No, later’s cool," they both agreed.
"Good. And since the two of you can’t seem to get along - Troy, go get your books, Steve, why don’t you and I take a tour. I think I have something you’ll like."
Troy looked a little disappointed that I was sending him off, but Steve didn’t seem to mind spending time with me. The honest truth was, this was the first time I’d seen Steven since taking them home almost two months before. While Troy wasn’t exactly a regular visitor, he’d been by the store several times while I was there, since then. I considered Troy a friend, but there was something about Steve that I found attractive on an emotional level. Well, he was extremely cute, too.
I gave Steve the same tour of the store I’d given Troy, though Steven seemed a bit less interested in it. It seemed like he hardly read at all. The details did interest him a bit, but more as ‘what makes money’ than ‘these books are really neat’, like his little brother had been. While we toured, I also talked to him a bit about why they were there. He got a little more interested when we got back upstairs and I showed him where the computer department had once been. I think the main thing that interested him there was that I still had computers hooked up to the internet that weren’t being used for anything.
"I kept these here, because it was time to upgrade our equipment. Not that this stuff is ancient of anything. It’s just, when you’re running an internet business, you want to keep things pretty fast. We’ve talked about a few things we might be able to do with these, but for now…" I stopped talking, reached over and booted one up, "I thought you might like to play a little Runescape while you wait for me to finish up."
He didn’t even try to deny his enthusiasm at the idea.
I left Steve on the computer and returned to my office, where I found Troy sprawled on my couch reading. I pushed the door shut behind me an casually flicked the lock.
He sat up when I came in. "Boy, Steven really needs a spanking. He’s so irresponsible," he told me.
Troy had looked happy when I came in, but was suddnely a little nervous when I replied, because I was using what was obviously my dad-voice instead of my friend-voice.
"Why don’t you tell me what happened."
He didn’t need any more guidance to know what I meant.
"We had money for the bus and some to eat. So, we got to the library early, cause you can always play longer then." I nodded my understanding. You could reserve the library computers for one hour at a time. If there was no one waiting, you could keep using it in additional ten minute increments. While the ten minutes didn’t count against you, you only got two reservations a day. Therefore, if you got there before the crowd showed up, you got more time.
"Anyway," Troy continued, "I made sure to count the money and see how much we could spend to eat. I told him what we could get. We had enough for two hot dogs, two sodas, and but only one bag of chips. When I got hungry, I told him he could have the chips if he wanted them, but he said he didn’t, so I got a bag. Well later, when his reservation ran out, he came to get the money from me, so I gave it to him, and he got a bag of chips too, so now we don’t have enough money to get home because he’s …"
"Don’t." I cut him off. "I’m tired of hearing you insult your brother. It’s pretty obvious to me that you love each other, Troy. It’s also obvious that you get on each other’s nerves sometimes. Calling him names does not help with that. Okay?" I waited for him to nod.
"Good. The other thing is, I asked Steven what happened, and he told me almost exactly the same thing you did. The problem is, this isn’t his fault."
Troy’s eyes went wide and he looked a little unhappy. I think he’d expected me to let him blow of some steam and take his side. He seemed a little disappointed that that wasn’t happening.
"How’s it not his fault?"
"Troy, the first time I met you, you told me that your brother’s irresponsible."
"Yeah, like now."
"Okay, but if you know he’s irresponsible, but you still give him all the money, so he has the chance to screw up, who’s fault is it really? Why didn’t you just give him enough to eat on, instead of all of it?"
Troy looked guilty for a minute, then shrugged.
"Well, you’re right about what you said, Troy. Your brother is irresponsible, and I think a good spanking might help him straighten up."
As I said that, Troy suddenly looked much happier and more confident. That didn’t last long, though.
"But, you left something out. By giving him the money, you were irresponsible. By your own argument, that means that you deserve a good spanking, too. Hop up."
You should have seen the boy’s face fall. I think he’d been maneuvering to get me to spank his brother in front of him. I’d not spanked Troy since the first time he’d visited my office, but we’d talked around it a few times after that. You could tell that Troy was nervous about the idea, but attracted to it as well.
I’d begun to think I’d misjudged the boy’s interest in spanking. I thought I’d been reading him right, but then he’d never come back with his report card. I asked about it once and he changed the subject. After the real spanking in my office, it seemed like we just didn’t connect again. Maybe he had wanted the spanking but only to find out what a fatherly spanking was like. Or, maybe it had just been too hard for him. Either way, he’d come up here today asking for one (just not for himself) and I was going to give one. Or, I’d know that he really wasn’t interested and I’d move him to the normal friend category.
Then again, moving him to a different part of my internal list might not be necessary. He didn’t exactly rocket to his feet, but he did stand without any argument.
"What am I about to do, Troy?"
"You’re gonna spank my butt."
"Why?"
"’Cause I was irresponsible…. And because I call Steven names?"
"Well, you certainly need to correct that, but I’m not spanking you for that. Only for being irresponsible and trying to talk your brother into getting spanked when you were as much at fault as he was. Do you understand me?"
He nodded and mumbled, "Yes, sir."
"Good. Do you remember what I spanked you with last time?"
He nodded and said "A boy’s true hue is red…" quoting the poem on the paddle. "I don’t remember the rest."
"My boys just call it Red, but that’s the one. Do you remember where it’s kept?"
His eyes flicked over to my desk and his tongue darted nervously out over his lips before he nodded. I’d been standing in front of the couch, but I now stepped over to the spanking chair and moved it away from the wall. I took my seat before addressing him again. "Go get it."
Watching Troy walk the few steps to my desk was interesting. He wasn’t hesitant, but I have to say he was nervous. He leaned down behind the desk, pulled the paddle drawer open, and found Red in just a few seconds though, so he obviously wasn’t trying to delay too much. He walked over to me and showed how well he remembered his last spanking by placing the paddle on the coffee table behind me, then stepping in front of me and lifting his shirt.
I had to hide a smile as his shirt came up, since it revealed, not just his flat, smooth belly, but also a blue waistband with Spongebob Squarepants written across it in bright yellow. I looked down for a second, then reached up and began to undo his belt.
"What if Steve comes in?"
"The door’s locked, Troy. And, the room is pretty soundproof. I think your spanking will stay private."
He was blushing a little as I slid his jeans down his skinny, smooth legs, but not too bad. He got a lot redder when I reached for the waistband of his boxers.
"Can’t I get over your lap, first?"
"I explained that to you last time, Troy. I let you do it that time, because you’d come to me asking for it. This time is a real punishment spanking, and what did I tell you about that?"
I no longer had any doubt that he’d be able to answer. I’m sure he’d played that afternoon through his mind as often as I had. He didn’t disappoint me.
"Embarrassment’s part of the punishment, so you’re gonna pull my boxers down."
"I’m not your father, Troy. I can’t make you take this, even though we both know you deserve it. Do you want to leave?"
I could hear the tears in his voice when he answered, "No, sir." I think he might have been disappointed that I’d offered.
As soon as he replied to me, I reached up again. The boy flinched, but quickly recovered and didn’t try to move away again as I slid my fingers into the waistband at his hips and slid the shorts down.
Even with the boxers on, it hadn’t been hard to tell that he was excited, but I didn’t realize how excited until they started sliding down his legs after his jeans. A pretty little hard-on jumped out at me. I glanced up and he was aching with fear of what my reaction would be. I simply choose to ignore it. It was nice to know he had it (and wonderful to get a look at it), but it wasn’t important to what was coming now.
It was beautiful though. Keep in mind that, when I first met Troy, the only reason I thought he was 12, was that, at 5’2" or so, he was just too tall to be younger (I’ve known taller 11 year olds, but they didn’t look 11, so I placed him at a young looking 12, and was only off by three years). Seeing his little penis might have confused me, but probably wouldn’t have changed my mind.
Troy looked mature to the point that the penis had darker skin on the shaft (though he’s so light skinned it wasn’t really dark) and the head was definitely red. His left ball hung a little lower than the right, but they were still pretty small, not much bigger than Barry’s; and, the skin of his scrotum was red and shaped, not pale and loose. However, his head, which was clearly exposed, since he’s circumcised, wasn’t especially prominent. Overall, he was very lean for the length, which - if I’m any judge - was less than 3 ½ inches, with it rock-solid hard. He had some pubic hair; but, instead of a mature ‘V’ of curlies that were spreading to his balls; it was a thin arc of straight hair just nestled over the upper base. Since it was the same medium blond as on his head, it was both cute, and not real easy to see.
Even though it was beautiful and I ached to play with it, that wasn’t why I’d lowered his boxers, and he was underage anyway. Not that he’d given me a lot of chance to examine him. I’d had a pretty good look while sliding his boxers down, but as soon as I was sitting up, Troy was already waddling around to my side and ready to lean over my lap. I lifted my right arm to make room for him, and barely had to adjust him to have him where I wanted.
It had been nearly two months since I’d gotten to spank him, but I could still clearly remember the feel of my hand warming his cheeks. I reached over and picked up the paddle, then held it down towards him.
"Why don’t you hold on to this until we’re ready for it."
I could practically hear him gulp as he reached up to take it. I rubbed his cheeks for a minute, but was watching as he took the paddle in both hands, then shifted and started stroking it with his left. When he began stroking the paddle, I quit stroking his bottom and lifted my hand to begin the spanking.
As best I can remember, this spanking started out much the same as the first one I’d given him. Since I knew I’d be pretty methodical with the paddle, I was letting my hand dance all around his bottom. Like before, he started squirming almost as soon as I started smacking. However, since I’d seen the little boner this time, I had to wonder if the squirming was from pain or something else.
I tried to keep things pretty random, smacking back and forth, then several on one cheek, varying my pace and the firmness of the swats, and sneaking down onto the legs for a few before going back to his pretty little bottom. When he was getting a nice, thorough, rosy color and my hand was starting to have a good sting to it, I quit. Almost as soon as I quit smacking, he quit squirming, but I could hear him panting and gasping quietly and assumed the sound of my hand smacking his bottom had covered it.
"I think we’re ready for the paddle now, Troy. Don’t you?"
"Yes, sir," he replied in a half-sob. After a second, he handed it back to me.
I had very clear memories of how he’d taken his last paddling, and I expected it to start the same this time. I went in a basic three-down pattern, with the middle of the paddle moving right down his crack, from top to bottom. Then I went over to his left cheek, then the right, before going back to the center. A couple of carefully placed smacks on each side’s dimple, then back to the center for one last trip before I started on his legs. He wasn’t quite full-out crying by the time I placed four smacks on each leg, but he was sobbing hard, and I had the feeling he was holding back and toughing it out for those last few swats. Too bad for him that they weren’t the last.
After the four swats on his right leg, Troy started to relax for the half-second it took me to move the paddle back to the top of his crack and start the paddle again. He was surprised by this and let me know about it.
"No! That’s all. That’s enough. Please no more."
By the time he’d finished making his plea, I’d began popping the paddle from cheek to cheek, moving down each of them, going back and forth. By the time I finished that and went back to the center again, he was really crying. He managed to hold it there though as I finished his bottom and moved back to his legs, placing four more swats on each of them, though moving back and forth this time. Even though he was writhing and trying to push his way off my lap and kicking like he was at a swim meet, he never went over the edge. Not until I started placing the last swats on his sit spots.
One on the left, then one on the right. Again and again the paddle moved from cheek to cheek for a count of five; then, one, two, three more rapid fire on the left and he finally broke. He was nothing but a naughty boy, howling as he passed beyond his endurance over my lap, and he could do nothing but lay there and take it as the another three swats found his right spot. The last five swats right over his little hole were almost anti-climactic. I’m not going to say he didn’t feel them, but he was too sore to respond more than he already was.
After the last swats, I put the paddle behind me and gently rubbed his flaming, slightly swollen, but still kissably cute bottom. I lightly stroked my fingers across the cheeks, then gently cupped them in my hands, enjoying the heat that I new was an aching throb for him. Finally, after a minute or so, his body realized the punishment was over, and his struggles ceased. I carefully rolled him to sit in my lap. As soon as his blazing rear contacted me leg, he yelped and tensed, but relaxed after just a second and let himself be pulled against my shoulder, where I let him spend a couple of minutes crying it out, as I rubbed his back.
One thing I’ll say; he didn’t go completely beyond his limits. His little pecker was still rock hard and there was a pearly drop jittering at the very tip.
When his crying began to calm, I helped him to his feet. As soon as he was on his feet, he began to rub, which I quickly stopped. I waited until he stood with hands on head to address him again.
"There was something else I warned you about with real punishment spankings, Troy. Do you remember?"
He only had to think a second. "Corner time?"
"That’s right. For your age, that’s 16 minutes. Right there," I instructed, pointing at the corner, and keep your hands either on your head or holding your shirt."
"Can I use the bathroom first?" he asked a bit hesitantly.
"So you can pee, or so you can jerk off?"
His blush was all the answer I needed.
"No. You can do that after your corner time."
He turned away from me and made his way to the assigned corner, where he stuck his nose. I went back to my desk and supposedly to my paperwork, though I spent more time watching him than the paper. I occasionally stopped to reach under the desk and give myself a quick rub, but didn’t want to leave stains, so mainly controlled myself.
When his 16 minutes was up, I had him turn around.
"Now you can go to the bathroom, Troy."
He smiled sheepishly. He’d lost a little of the rock-hardness he’d had before, but there was no doubt what he really needed to do. As he passed the spanking chair, I stopped him.
"I’m going to go talk to your brother, so why don’t you take your pants and shorts with you and dress when you get finished."
He nodded and picked up the clothes he’d kicked off in his struggles, then went to find his relief.
Steven was still happily at play on the computer, totally unaware of what had just occurred, and what might be about to occur.
"You enjoying yourself, kiddo?"
"Yeah. It’s quiet in here and you don’t have to wait. I love it."
"Good. Why don’t you log off so we can talk for a little bit. Then, maybe you can get back on until I’m ready to go."
"Just a minute more? I need to get to a stopping point." He looked at me and gauged my reaction for a second before continuing. "Please?"
"Okay, but make it quick."
He did. He wasn’t trying to wheedle more time, but just wanted a safe place for his character when he logged out. I waited patiently while he finished something and maneuvered a bit, then he logged out and turned to me.
"You see, Steven, the problem I’m having with this is, I hate to waste it, but we can’t think of a way to make money with it. With the tournaments we run, they make money because people come here to play the games, so a lot of them also buy the product and supplies while they’re here."
"But," he interrupted me, "you don’t sale computer stuff." I’d only talked to Steven twice now, but he’d just really impressed me by making the connection that quick.
"You’re exactly right. So, if I was going to let someone use these computers on a regular basis, it would probably be some part-time employee who didn’t have a computer at home. It doesn’t cost a lot to run a computer, and I’m already paying for the internet connection, but that way, what it does cost would be going to an employee."
Once again, the boy proved himself quick. "You mean I can work here?"
"Pretty much, but it wouldn’t be like a regular job. I’ll have to think about the details, but what I had in mind was you coming up and doing some odd jobs around the place. When those are done, or when there’s nothing that needs doing, you can use the computers in here."
"MAN! That’s awesome. Thank you."
"Don’t think me yet, Steven. You see, even if you’re just doing odd jobs, I have to be able to rely on you. Now, I’ve gotten on Troy about the way he keeps riding you, but the fact is, it seems like you’re not very responsible."
His face fell when I said that, but whether it was because I was putting him down, or because he was afraid he might not get the job, I didn’t know.
"The fact is that, from what I’ve seen, you act like a 12 or 13-year old. I’d like to give you the chance to prove yourself, but your record says you won’t be able to do it. So, that gives me three choices."
Steven was listening raptly to me now. I know how much he loved his gaming, and he really wanted the chance to do it here, in privacy. There was more to it than that, though. Troy and I hadn’t spent tons of time together since we’d first met, but I guess I’d really impressed him. While Steven was chronologically 17, he was physically still an early adolescent; and, in many things, function follows form. In a lot of ways, Steven acted and thought less as a teen who was nearly a legal adult, than as a 13-year old boy who had no father and wanted one, and Troy had apparently convinced him that I‘d be a good one.
I’d been leaning up against the counter to talk to him, but when it became obvious he was interested, I invited him into my office. We kept talking as he pushed in his chair and followed me down the hall.
"The first choice is that I just don’t hire you, but that wouldn’t do you any good, and I like you and would like to give you the chance." He nodded enthusiastically at that. "So, the second choice is that I hire you and act like an employer. That means that, if you no-show, don’t finish your work, get here late, or don’t do something properly, I write you up; and after three times, you’re fired."
He grimaced at that. It did seem to me that Troy, who was pretty smart and apparently better organized and motivated than his older brother, did exaggerate and pick on Steven; but, I doubt he was making it up out of whole cloth, and Steven seemed to recognize his own problems.
"Now, the trouble with that is, I think we both know you need someone to help you grow up a bit. That’s not a bosses job, but I’d like to help you do it. So, what that leaves is for me to treat your work here as chores, and include play-time on the computer as part of your allowance. How does that sound to you?"
"Chores? You mean like you’d be my dad or something?"
"Well, I already have plenty of kids, and I’m not asking you to move in or anything; but, yes, that’s sort of what I mean. But, in any good father/son (or mentor/ward, if you prefer) relationship, there’s a downside. If I’m not going to act like your boss, and if I’m not going to fire you when you screw up, what do you think I am going to do."
His eyes went wide as he looked at me, and I realized that Troy must have told him of what happened between us. As he answered, he wasn’t guessing. He knew. "You mean I gotta get spankings?"
He said this right as we walked into my office, and Troy’s eyes leaped up from the book he was reading (while laying on his stomach on the couch), and Steven quickly turned red. I was about to jump on Troy, but he never said a word. He even made half an effort to turn back to his book as Steven and I continued the conversation. Regular checks showed that he was paying us a lot more attention than he was the novel, though.
"No, Steven. You don’t have to get spankings," I replied, not-so-subtly correcting his grammar. "You’re still a minor, but you’re not my son, or related to me in any way. I should really go to your mom about this; but, I think that you’re old enough that it wouldn’t do any good if you were forced into it. It’s your choice. You want to be able to come in here, pick up a little money, and use the computer, don’t you?"
"Yeah, sure I do."
"Well, I’ve already told you that you’ve already shown me that you wouldn’t be a good employee, so I’ve offered you another alternative; but, that’s not your only choice, and you certainly don’t have to take spankings."
"Good. If I don’t have to, then I’m not going to. I don’t like getting spanked."
"Okay, then. That’s that. Now, if you guys would excuse me a bit, I need to finish up this paperwork before I run you home."
I started around to my desk, but Steve stopped me. "Can I go play on the computer now?"
As I turned to look back at him, I saw Troy was looking up as well.
"No," I answered plainly.
"Why not?" Steven said, now confused.
Before I could answer, Troy did it for me.
"He just told you, du… Steve," he said, looking back over his shoulder to see if I was going to get on him about the near slip. "You don’t have to take spankings, but if you don’t agree to it, he’s not going to let you do that other stuff."
Steven’s face fell as he stared at his brother for a moment, then looked to me, almost like he was pleading for me to correct his brother’s mistake.
"Troy’s right, Steven. I’m sorry, I thought you understood that’s what I was saying.
He turned his head slightly to the side and a slight moan escaped his lips.
"So, if I wanna do some chores around here and play on the computer, I gotta let you spank me when I mess up?"
"That’s pretty much it, kiddo. I’ll tell you right now that I’ll only spank you when you’re blatantly irresponsible or when you’re deliberately disobedient. That might change if I see you continually doing something else, but it won’t change without a discussion and probably more than one warning first. Okay?"
We had a short discussion so he was sure what I meant. Then, with Troy chipping in gleefully from time to time, we also talked about exactly how I spanked. Then I dropped the bombshell on him.
"Okay. It’ll take me about 30 minutes to get ready to go, so you can go play on the computer until then, as soon as we finish your first spanking and you do your corner time."
"Now!?! But I haven’t even started yet."
"You haven’t started yet, Steven; but, I told you why I wouldn’t hire you as a boss. You and Troy were both very irresponsible today, and I think you need to get off on the right foot."
"Then why don’t you spank him, too?"
"He already did," Troy replied from behind us.
Steven was replying even as he turned to look at his brother. "But I don’t like spank…" His hand flew to his mouth even as he was saying it, and he twisted back to stare at me in horror at what he’d just said.
"It’s okay, Steve," his brother said calmly. "He already knows."
Steven stepped back and starred at the two of us for a moment. It was only later that I learned that he was upset that I might be replacing him in Troy's affections, since I already knew one of Troy’s most intimate secrets. It still didn’t stop him from arguing about his punishment, just delayed him a second or two, while he stood there with his mouth hanging open.
"But, that’s not fair then, ‘cause he likes it, and…"
Troy cut him off for me. "He spanked me really hard, Steve." He was still laying on his belly, and he reached behind him to theatrically rub his rear. "It feels pretty good now, but it really hurt when he was doing it."
Somehow, Steven wasn't reassured.
"Steven, I’m not going to argue with you anymore. If you’re going to accept my offer, then you’re going to accept my authority and my decisions. You can always decide that you’re not going to take a spanking; but, unless you can convince me that I’m being really unfair somehow, then you can only do it once. At that point, the deals over. Now, are you going to take your spanking or not?"
He was so cute. 17 or not, I react to Steven like I do Barry and Ryan, as a boy who wants to act and be treated grown-up, but isn’t nearly there yet. That means that I’m pretty strict with them when they screw up, but it also means that I want to hold them close, protect them, hug and pet them, and let them know how much I love them, even when they’re in trouble. Steve looked at me for a minute, then his whole upper body expanded as he took in a deep breath, so he could let me know exactly how put upon he was. He nearly deflated in the sigh, his whole body sagging. Then, suddenly at least three inches shorter, he tilted his head to look up at me with his dark brown eyes, through thick eyelashes, doing a perfect puppy dog look.
"Couldn’t we start now, and you spank me the next time I mess up?"
"First, I think we need to start with a clean slate, Steven. Second, Troy’s already had a spanking for it, and I think it only fair that you get one also."
Steven looked perfectly willing to argue that he didn’t mind a little unfairness, but he seemed to sense it would only be wasting time and might risk irritating the guy that was about to be spanking his bottom, so he surrendered.
"What do I got to do?"
I took the spanking chair from the wall and turned it back to it’s ‘in use’ position. "Come stand right here. Troy, why don’t you take your book and go read in the game room for a while."
I couldn’t read the variety of looks that quickly flitted across Steven’s face, but it only took him a second to decide on self-sacrifice. "It’s okay. He can stay."
I looked at the boy for a moment, then took a step closer to him. I reached up, put my hand on the back of his neck, and pulled him towards me. Steven started to flinch away, but then stopped himself. I guess he realized it was pretty silly to worry about someone getting close to you, when they were about to undress you, put you over their knees, and spank you.
With my mouth to his ear, I asked him, "Do you want Troy to stay as a witness, because you’re afraid I’m going to molest you, or are you willing to let him stay because he wants to watch you get spanked?"
"Because he wants to," the boy admitted freely, and rather generously, I thought.
"Troy, I think Steven and I need to make this first one private. If he gets in trouble again and you’re around, then he can let you stay if he wants; but, I think it would be best for this time to just be between me and him.
Troy was obviously disappointed, but he didn’t argue. I waited until he’d left, then I locked the door and took my seat.
"Now," I told the nervous youngster, "come stand in front of me, then lift your shirt."
Steven was wearing a dark blue t-shirt over blue plaid shorts. I was expecting him to be at least a little chubby, because of his chipmunk cheeks; but, when he lifted the shirt, he revealed a lean and trim upper body. He wasn’t hard, but didn’t have hardly any extra weight on him either. I’d say the main difference was that Troy had a little inward curve around his belly, so he had a little bit of a waist, while Steve was pretty much straight down. I later learned that Troy was a little more active, while Steven was more of a couch potato.
He flinched when I reached for his fly. "I can take down my own pants," he assured me.
"I’m sure you could, but I’m not asking you to."
"Why can’t I do it?"
"Are you asking because you really want to know, or just to put things off another minute or two?"
He actually looked like he was contemplating before he answered. "Maybe both, I guess."
At least he was honest about it.
"All right," I said, leaning back. "I guess there are three reasons, at least three that apply to older kids. First, because if I do it for you, I don’t have to mess with you trying to pull them down three inches or something." Steven looked as if he wanted to protest that he’d never do a thing like that, but I kept going before he could. "Second, is what a spanking is. Spankings hurt, but with older kids, they should also be embarrassing. And while younger kids are used to being undressed, it is very embarrassing for older boys. Isn’t it?"
He nodded, but not happily. Then a thought crossed his face. "You said three."
"Right. The third is kind of part of the first and sort of part of the second; but it’s also its own." I kept him waiting for just a second. "That’s control. The reason you’re about to get spanked is because you couldn’t control yourself. When you can’t control yourself, I have to give you a good reason to do it next time. That means that I’m having to control you…"
"So you take off my clothes to spank me?"
"Right. Now, I really have some paperwork to get done. Are you ready?"
"No", he said, but lifted his shirt at the same time. He grimaced and squeezed his eyes shut as I grasped his zipper and slid it down, then popped the button on his shorts. They were loose enough that they nearly fell open as soon as the button came apart, revealing a pair of boxers that were in a blue plaid of a different pattern and shade. There was nothing wrong with the shorts or the boxers, but with them right there together, it was a rather eye-rending clash. It didn’t matter anymore as the shorts slid down his legs, which were just as smooth as his brothers.
As I reached back up for his boxers, he put his hands on mine. "I guess it has to be bare?"
"Yes, it does."
He sighed again, even more theatrically, then moved his hands. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of the boxers and slid them down his legs. It was so wonderful to expose him, especially since he was so different from his brother. Steve wasn’t a lot bigger than his brother, but he was a bit taller, a bit more mature. Steve looked more like someone who was about to have a growth spurt and his voice was a little deeper. It wasn’t a lot, but there was a distinct difference.
I couldn’t tell exactly how long he was. Unlike Troy, who’d been upright and excited, Steve’s little buddy was all wrinkled up and, even though he was obviously circumcised, his head was nearly covered by a loose hood. I was sure he was thicker than Troy, since he was about the same size, even soft. His balls were a little bigger than Troy’s and hung a little lower. Like every place else, his piece was darker than Troy’s had been, but not as much darker, as elsewhere. His hair was as dark as on his head and, though it didn’t cover much more area than Troy’s, it was thicker, and long enough to be curly. He was so nice to look at; such a difference from Troy, but still incredibly boyish and cute. Still, while I feel it’s okay to enjoy looking at a boy when you have an excuse, I think it would be wrong to make them (too) self-conscious, so I looked away as soon as his boxers passed his knees and feel to his ankles.
I looked up at Steven for a minute, watching as he squirmed and started to let his shirt fall. When I met his eyes, he didn’t return the shirt to where it had been, but he didn’t let it fall any further.
"I want you to understand something, Steven. I sent your brother out of the room because I needed to spank him harder than I plan to spank you. Do you understand why?"
He nodded.
"I had to push him over the edge to make a point with him. I don’t know how hard you’ll need it, so I thought it would be unfair to him to witness yours. I spanked him with my hand first, then the paddle. You don’t need all of that, but you’re also bigger and older than Troy, so I’m going to skip the hand part and paddle you." He grimaced again, clearly not what he wanted to hear. "I know you don’t like it, but do you understand why?"
He clearly wanted to argue, but stood quietly for a second and finally admitted that he did.
"Do you understand why I think you deserve this and what I hope you’ll learn from it?"
Reluctantly, he nodded again.
"Then get over my lap."
I guided him around to my right side and helped him lay across my knees. I took a second to adjust him, then reached behind me to pick up the paddle. He started to squirm as I traced the paddle across his cheeks, but then he forced himself to hold still. As the paddle cracked down the first time, I heard him stifle a gasp. Again and again the paddle cracked down and his gasps became yelps and turned to cries much more quickly than his brothers had, even without the hand spanking warm up.
Steve’s bottom wasn’t enough bigger than Troy’s for me to go with a larger pattern, so I smacked it down exactly as I had with his brother. Of course, he hadn’t seen that, so he had no idea what to expect as the paddle moved to his left cheek, then his right. He was already crying by the time I got down onto his legs. Because of his darker skin coloring, Steven didn’t redden as fast as Troy, but it was clear that I was getting my point across.
He’d been much louder than Troy, but had started off more still. However, as I moved back to his cheeks and began to cover the same territory again, he really started to kick and thrash. Even with the hold I had around his waist, he managed to sneak his hand back, and I had to grab it to force it out of the way. Like his brother, he’d managed to kick shorts and boxers off even before I went back to his legs. This time I went back and forth - left, right, left, right - and the first couple of swats on those tender, upper thighs pushed him over the edge. He was no longer a proud, self-centered teenager; Steven was now a naughty little boy who’d learned that the consequences to his actions might be more than he was able to pay. The kicking and squirming died to nothing but an occasional twitch, and I released his arm when I felt the tension go out of it. It fell to the ground in front of him.
I placed three, extra-firm swats, rapid fire on each sit spot, then gave a final, full arm smack right across the smile to finish. The last swat echoed around the room for a couple of seconds, then there was nothing but the sound of a broken boy crying his heart out.
I gently rubbed his bottom for a moment, then pulled him to sit in my lap. He was a little too big to hold right against my shoulder; but, as soon as he was sitting he clung to me. I’d not even had to pull a little. The ferocity of his hug shocked me, and I became aware that this kid was starving for some love and affection, and was probably craving any attention - even the kind I’d just shown him.
I held him for a minute, then helped him to his feet. Then I waited a moment while he performed a vigorous fire dance. When I thought I could get his attention again, I cleared my throat. He stopped his somewhat theatrical rubbing to look at me.
"Corner time, kiddo."
"Do I ha…" he stopped himself and looked at me for a minute, then started again. "Yes, sir." He started to turn towards the corner I’d pointed to, but stopped, stepped back to me, and hugged my neck again. "I’m sorry I was kinda a baby about it."
"It hurt, Steven. It’s supposed to, and it’s a shame you needed it, but don’t be embarrassed about crying. It’s natural, and you really didn‘t take it badly."
He smiled at the implied compliment, then walked to the corner. I gave him a second, then reminded him to keep his shirt up.
"Why? So you can see my butt?"
"Yeah," I replied sarcastically, "and to keep you from rubbing. You need to feel the burn for a bit."
He winced as I reminded him of the soreness, but did as I’d told him.
I started to go back to my paperwork, then stopped and walked over to him.
"I’m going to tell Troy he can come back in now. Okay?"
His face was already flushed from the spanking and his exertion, but he went a little more red when I suggested that. It didn’t take him long to agree to it, though. I checked the hall before fetching Troy.
When the younger boy walked into the room and saw his brother standing there, bare, red bottom exposed, his eyes went wide and I saw his tongue flick across his lips. Apparently he’s a switch, or maybe just appreciates art when he sees it.
"Wow! Was I that red?"
When Troy asked, I took a close look at his brother. "I don’t know. I think you were redder. Then again, his skin’s darker than yours."
"Wow," Troy repeated, absently reaching behind him to rub the seat of his pants.
Troy sat back on the couch, sitting this time, but still a bit gingerly; but spent more time with his eyes on his brother than on his book. I couldn’t blame him, since I wasn’t getting much paperwork done myself. While stealing a peak at Troy, I noticed him trying to adjust himself without drawing attention. Reaching under the desk, I was doing pretty much the same. A few minutes passed that way.
"How long do I have to stand here?" Steven asked.
"Eighteen minutes. You have about thirteen left to go."
"Can I pee?"
"You can’t wait?"
"I dunno. It feels weird with no pants on."
The entire time, Steven had kept his face in the corner, but turned when I answered, "Go, but it doesn’t count as corner time."
He walked into the bathroom, then began taking a leak without shutting the door. I glanced over my shoulder, but couldn’t see anything. Troy didn’t seem very interested in this particular activity.
Steven flushed and came walking back out.
"Wash your hands, you heathen."
"Why?" Steve inquired.
"Yeah," Troy interrupted. "It’s not like he does anything to get his dick dirty."
"It’s got your spit on it," Steven quipped, before I could respond.
I did manage to interrupt before it could go any further. "In the first place, because, even if your PENIS is clean, the toilet might not be, and you had to touch it to flush. In the second place, because I told you too, and you really don’t want another spanking right now, do you?"
It took him about a tenth of a second to turn around and it was maybe another half-second before I heard the water running. He washed for a minute or so, then the water cut off. I waited for him to go past, but he didn’t. I turned and he was looking over his shoulder, obviously trying to get a look at his rear end. I got up from my desk and stepped in. He jumped when he saw me. I reached past him and pulled open a drawer. Then reched in to find grab a little mirror. Then I turned him and handed it to him. He angled it a bit, then gasped.
"That’s really red. And Troy’s was worse than that?"
"I’m pretty sure it was redder than that. And aren’t you supposed to be in the corner now?"
Steven went red in the face again, then walked quietly back to his corner.
About another five minutes passed, and I was finally getting into the paperwork, when I was interrupted.
"Can I move?"
"No, that’s the point of corner time. You’re supposed to be still, and quiet, and think about why you got spanked."
Things were quiet for a minute and I started to go back to my paperwork. "My arms hurt."
So did my head, but I didn’t mention it. "Then you can stretch them and put them on top of your head instead."
I waited while he stretched his arms out for a minute, rolled his shoulders, then put his hands on top of his head. His t-shirt fell part way down, but not far enough to cover his still very red rear. I waited for a minute, until I was sure he was going to stay quiet, enjoyed the view a minute more (and caught Troy doing the same), then went back to my paperwork. For about five more minutes.
"How much longer?"
"About five minutes less than it’ll be if I hear one more word out of you before I tell you that times up."
He stiffened for a second as he digested that, then slumped down a bit, but managed to remain quiet for the last five minutes. "Steven."
"I didn’t say nuthin!"
"I know. Time’s up. You can get dressed."
"Oh," he replied after a second. "Okay."
He crossed over to where he’d kicked them off and started to pick them up. I walked over to him and he stopped and looked at me with one foot in his boxers. I stepped around him and put the spanking chair back against the wall, then picked up the paddle.
"This is Red, I’ve mostly used it on my kids who are about 12, but it seems to work right on you and your brother, so remember it." I looked back at him. "Hurry up."
I waited while he pulled his boxers on, then handed him the paddle and showed him where it went. Then I waited while he finished getting dressed.
"It’s going to be another 30 minutes before I’m ready to go. I thought I’d be finished a little earlier, but someone kept interrupting me while they were supposed to be standing quietly in the corner." I glanced up to see him blushing a bit and looking away. His brother was smiling until he saw me looking, then he buried his face in his book again.
"So," I continued, "will that give you enough time to play another round?"
He smiled up at me. "I can play some more?"
"Knock yourself out, kiddo."
I watched him go out the door and started to look back to my desk, when I saw Troy watching me. "You know there’s two computers in there, squirt."
Troy dropped his book and nearly ran to the door, but then stopped and came back to me. Then he walked around the desk, knelt down, and wrapped his arms around my neck. "Thanks, Jack. For everything."