Bruce and Ethan: Sneaking Into Trouble

Is it wrong to give a boy enough rope to hang himself? Moreover, as a parent, if you think a kid might be about to act up, do you trust him to behave or should you get all preachy?

I try to give my kids the benefit of the doubt, but I also keep an eye on them. That has the dual advantage of benefiting if they were being honest, and a chance for them to see consequences do occur if they weren’t.

I knew there was a problem as soon as I pulled up to the theater.

I met Bruce Joyner about two days after Ethan started attending Briscoe Intermediate. Bruce and Tristan kind of knew each other, but they’d never been in class together, and Bruce is apparently a bit shy around groups of kids. He and Ethan are both in the same homeroom, though, and the two of them hit it off almost immediately. Like Ethan, Bruce is very much into comics, card games, Clix, and related stuff. Unlike Ethan, who’s a bit more biased towards anime, Bruce has a more traditional taste and loves Batman, Spider-man, and their friends.

In other words, he found his spiritual home in my house.

While Ethan has paid visits to Bruce’s home and even slept over there once, Bruce lives with his single mom, so he prefers to come here whenever he can. And he has. He was over here almost every day over the Christmas break. He doesn’t get along with Jeremy quite as well as he does with Ethan, but they do still get along, and he also does great with Bryce, Parker, and even the twins.

Bruce just turned twelve last fall – early November, I think. He’s big for his age; tall, with a lean, almost skinny build, though he’s obviously active ("not quite hyper" is how his mom describes it), and has a wiry musculature. While he’s not at all bulky, it seems like he’s just over five feet tall, and he’s very definitely adolescent. Not only does he have a decent bulge, but I’ve seen him with erections a number of times. He’s at that early adolescent phase some early bloomers go through when he doesn’t even seem to notice when he has one.

Bruce is a nice looking kid, almost more handsome than cute. He has a pleasant face, with strong, regular features. There’s nothing that especially stands out, but he does have a very charming, slightly crooked smile, with very slight dimples. He also has beautiful blue eyes, though you can’t really tell because of his glasses. To me, they look like Buddy Holly glasses, though I’m sure he bought them because they resemble the ones sometimes worn by Justin Bieber. Honesty, with his face and coloring, I think he’d look better in a pair of gold wire frames, maybe with some tortoiseshell, but I know (not just from my kids, but from my own childhood) that kids will pursue the latest style, whether it really looks good on them or not. As you’d probably expect with fair skin and blue eyes, Bruce is a blond. He’s definitely blond, not white or ashen, but it’s still a very light blond, though it’s a bit sandy around the temples and sides, as though it’s considering getting darker.

Bruce is a pretty shy kid. I know when I was growing up with my mom and one sister, I was the same way, and it lasted even after she remarried. It wasn’t until I started spending time with my dad and brothers that I even began to get over it.

At first, Bruce didn’t even speak a lot. I think he needed to get a feel for me and the household before he started to relax a bit. After that… Well, let’s just say that now it’s hard to believe that Bruce and I haven’t even known each other two months yet.

Bruce and I (often with Ethan joining us) have had a lot of long talks about all kinds of meandering subjects, but we’ve also had a couple of private and very important talks.

The second one was The Talk.

Not too long ago, Bruce had come to me and asked me what ‘cumming’ is. After making sure he didn’t mean the spice, I explained that it was sex stuff, and that some parents wouldn’t like me discussing it with him.

Bruce was a bit disappointed, but he took it at face value. On the other hand, I talked to his mom as soon as possible. She was actually quite grateful to me for offering. She assured me that she’d tried to talk to him about it once, but it hadn’t gone over well. While he was mostly curious, she was completely tongue-tied and embarrassed. She’d ended up giving him a book on the subject and promising to answer any questions he had.

The two of us arranged for Bruce to spend the night that weekend, and I’d planned to separate him out for a talk on Saturday morning. Ethan did us both a favor by falling asleep early that night, so I took Bruce aside, and we got started.

I started by answering his question. It turns out he’d known what ejaculate is, but hadn’t made the connection (he’d apparently heard ‘cumming’ in a dirty joke, and it hadn’t had enough context for him to link the two terms).

After that, I gave him the highlights from the first three of my sex talks (the first of which even Kenny has now had). I always start with What to Expect When Your Hormones Go Apeshit; I then moved on to When You Need More From a Relationship Than Your Right Hand Can Give You, and I finished a talk about sexual differences and why two adolescent boys helping each other out isn’t the same as homosexuality (but will be treated as such, so keep it quiet).

I did answer a couple of questions as we talked, and he did ask a couple of more when I’d finished. I let him go away, and he came back with a few more questions the next day. Ethan has already had all three of those talks, so I assume they probably talked about it some. I still have to deliver STDs: The Gift That Keeps On Giving, so maybe I’ll give that to them together.

That was the second talk we had. I’ve raised twenty-eight boys now, though some of them have already come to me knowing most, if not all of that. Still, as a responsible adult, I’ve always had the conversation about STDs, pregnancy, and responsible sex, even when the ‘boy’ who moved in here was eighteen years old. It wasn’t too embarrassing to me, and Bruce is still fairly innocent, so it was only a bit embarrassing to him, and it seemed like it quickly became more interesting than embarrassing.

The first talk we had was much more interesting to me.

I’ve already mentioned that Bruce and Ethan have a lot in common, and Bruce is a player of collectible-card games. It seemed only natural for me to invite him to our New Year’s Eve tournaments.

He was happy to get the invitation and thrilled when his mom let him join us.

I think it was still New Year’s Eve when he came and sat down by me. We talked for a bit about how he’d been enjoying himself, how Christmas had gone, etc. Then he got serious.

"Ethan’s lucky."

"How’s that, buddy?"

"Well, I just wish I had a dad."

I talked a bit about his definition of ‘luck’ and what Ethan and the other Colters had been through, but it quickly became apparent that he just was a bit down about not knowing his father. I can understand Christmas bringing that out, and I was glad he’d been able to spend so much time with us around the holiday.

"Ethan said you spanked him and Bryce and Jeremy all together one time."

I just nodded.

"And Tristan says you’ve spanked him a bunch."

I nodded again.

"Are you gonna spank me?"

"That’s an interesting question, Bruce. Do you deserve one?"

He went dark red, and I was almost certain he wasn’t asking this from a spanko perspective.

"No," he assured me, shaking his head hard enough to rattle something loose.

"So you’re just thinking about getting in trouble," I joked.

"No," he said again, but a little less emphatically this time.

I guess it made sense in a way. I seriously doubted he was considering running out and committing some type of mischief, but I’m also sure that most twelve-year-old boys think about getting in trouble, one way or another, several times a day.

"Okay," I said, nodding, so he’d know I was going to be serious now.

I talked to him for a few minutes, not giving any specific examples, but explaining why I think spanking works best, even for boys his age and older. I also explained that I thought spanking worked best when it was used quickly. I admitted that I did spank some of my kids’ friends, but also explained that I would never make him take a spanking, especially not his first one from me, unless he not only understood why I thought he deserved it, but agreed that he did, and that I should do it.

He seemed fairly calm at that point, until I mentioned calling his mom, which made him briefly nervous.

"Your mom told me she spanks you," I informed him.

"She did!" he replied, reddening.

"Just a bit. When she saw the paddle in Ethan and Bryce’s room, she mentioned you’d probably rather get that than her hairbrush."

He nodded.

"Ethan says you spank really long, though, and it hurts a lot."

"That’s kind of the point, though, isn’t it, Bruce?"

It was a reluctant nod, but he did nod.

After that, it was easy enough to get him to tell me all about how he gets it at home.

I should pause here to mention something about Pam Joyner. A lot of single moms seem to have a problem realizing that boys aren’t just girls with a ‘pee standing up’ attachment. They’re not only different because of the different hormones, but biologist have found that male and female brains are actually wired differently. Yet some women still seem to be driven crazy by boys behaving like boys are supposed to.

Pam’s not like that. Of course, I’ve learned that Pam has three younger brothers, so I guess she had plenty of chances to see boys in their natural state before having one of her own.

I say that because Pam is actually fairly considerate of Bruce’s modesty, balancing that against the need to make a real impression when he misbehaves.

When Bruce gets in trouble, he’s sent to his bedroom to change into his pajamas. He’s spent the night over here numerous times, so I already knew he slept in pajamas and that he wears nothing under them. (Actually, Ethan seems to be adopting that style a bit, especially when Bruce is over, but sometimes just when it’s cold).

Once he’s changed, Bruce goes into the living room. They have a large ottoman there, which Bruce lies across. His lecture has already been finished by the time he goes to change, so Mom usually just reminds him of the reason.

Usually, she’ll then put her hand on the small of his back and put that brush to work.

Bruce didn’t get into a lot of the details, but going by some things both of them have said to me, I have the feeling that he gets around twenty smacks. Of course, even if he’s wearing winter-weight flannel pajamas, I’m sure twenty swats with a brush gets his attention – Especially since he did describe the way she waits several seconds between each smack. It sounds like she gives just enough time for the last swat to peak, then the next one lands right as he’s starting to recover from the previous one.

"The worst part is when I lay down, though."

"I would have thought the spanking was the worst," I replied.

"No, ’cause I don’t know until I lay down if she’s gonna pull my bottoms down or not."

Turns out that most of his spankings are on his pajamas, but every once in a while, like when he got caught taking a dollar out of her purse last summer, or when he left the Halloween party where he was supposed to be, or last spring, when he came home late four or five days in a row, instead of putting her hand on the small of his back, she’ll pat his hip and tell him to ’lift up’. When he has to do that, he knows the bottoms are going to slide down. She never pulls them off, but they go down far enough to bare his bottom. Even though he’s already bent over so that his front is protected from exposure, he still finds that very embarrassing.

Bare spankings aren’t any longer, and you’d think they wouldn’t be that much worse when he’s only wearing summer-weight pajamas, but I think the brush is one of those instruments that’s just more effective on skin, even leaving out the psychological impact.

When Bruce was finished telling me about that, I asked if he knew how I spanked. Apparently Bryce and Ethan have both told him some of the horror stories.

"Jack?"

"Yeah?"

"Bryce says he’s lived with you as long as he can remember."

"Well, he was only six when he moved in, so I guess that’s about right."

"He said you’ve never given him a spanking he didn’t deserve."

I raised an eyebrow, because he’d sure griped about a few when I was about to give them.

"That’s good to know," was all I said.

"If… if you think I deserve one, you could give it to me."

It’s hard to know what to say to something like that.

Let me stress again that I was getting no spanko-vibes from this. What I was getting was the feeling of a boy who lived with his mom, didn’t know his dad, and who rarely got to spend time with his uncles. I had the feeling of a boy who was looking for a man who’d pay attention to him, and talk man-stuff, and just let him be himself. That’s in no way a reflection on Pam or any other single moms, but boys, especially adolescent boys, want fathers, and many of those boys are willing to go looking for them. My feeling was that was exactly what was going on with Bruce.

"Well, I haven’t seen where you earned one yet, but I’ll keep that in mind, and I’ll try to be as fair to you as I have been to Bryce."

He smiled.



That wasn’t the end of the conversation, but it seemed like he’d gotten what he wanted, and soon enough, he’d drifted off to see what the other kids were doing.

It was only a couple of weeks later when we’d had that second talk, and while embarrassed, Bruce had seemed happy as a clam with the unexpected intimacy and one-on-one time.

Even before that, Pam had arranged for Bruce to spend this weekend with us. It turned out that she’d been invited to a ’girls’ weekend’ event. One of her closest friends from college is getting married in May, and this was a pre-wedding planning session. I’m not going to go into all the details she cheerfully shared with me, but it was going to be a day long event, ending with a bit of a party that evening, and staying in hotel rooms afterwards so they wouldn’t need a designated driver.

Pam had been unsure what to do with Bruce and had considering skipping part of it, but would I mind terribly keeping Bruce?

Which brought us to this morning.



"Can we go to the movies, Dad?" Ethan asked.

"What’d you want to go see?"

"Underworld Awakening." "Nope. That’s rated R, and the theater won’t let you in by yourselves."

I thought about it a second. I had Pam’s phone number, but a glance at the clock said she’d be incommunicado for now. The ladies had been planning some time in a salon/spa as part of their day, and she had let me know when she’d either be away from her phone or have it off.

I have no problem with the boys seeing UNDERWORLD. I was already planning to take most of the boys too young to get in by themselves to see it that evening. However, I didn’t know how Pam felt about rated-R movies, so I didn’t want to say anything until I had her permission.

Bruce and Ethan argued with me a few minutes, then left.

They were back just a few minutes later.

"Could we go see Mssion: Impossible?"

"You’ve already seen it. Wouldn’t you rather watch a DVD or something?"

"Bruce hasn’t seen it."

"Okay, sure," I agreed.

They’d already checked the times, so I gave Ethan one of the standby cell phones, arranged an approximate pick up time, and dropped them off.

I was surprised to be called a bit earlier than I expected, but with previews and twenty-minute credits, it’s hard to be sure with that kind of thing.

But when I pulled up to the theater and saw Cal standing there with Ethan and Bruce and none of them looking happy, I knew something was wrong. Cal doesn’t really have a steady girlfriend right now, but he’s been hanging around with a young lady who’s also on the debate squad, and she was standing nearby, glaring at all three of them.

When Cal saw me pulling up, he pointed at the car. Ethan looked at him miserably, but Cal shook his head. Instead of walking over, Cal went back to Cherie and waved at me.

"Everything okay?" I asked, rolling down my window.

"Yeah," Cal replied. "She’s gotta be at work at four, so we gotta go. See you at home."

Making a hurried yet still graceful exit, Cal and Cherie left the two younger boys to crawl into the back seat of the car.





"So, would one of you like to tell me what’s going on?" "Wh-what d’ya mean?" Ethan asked in a voice totally lacking in innocent surprise.

"I mean Cal was obviously upset with the two of you. Cal’s usually not temperamental, and I don’t think he’d leave Cherie alone just to pick on you, but I’m also going to assume you weren’t up to anything illegal or dangerous, since he didn’t say anything."

They were quiet.

"I have a pretty good guess what happened. I’m not going to ask Cal, but, if I’m right, I thought you might like a chance to come clean."

There was a moment of silence in the back. I glanced into the rearview mirror to see that they were whispering to each other. Finally Bruce leaned back. Ethan looked very upset and almost banged his head against the back of the seat.

"We went to see Underworld."

Let me pause to point out here that I was about ninety percent certain that had been their intention from the time they’d asked if they could go see MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE. I’m still not sure what I should have done. What if they’d really wanted to go see M:I? Warning them not to go see UNDERWORLD instead would have been accusing them of something, if it didn’t actually plant the idea in their head. Is it best to assume they’re being honest, even if you suspect they’re not being?

I guess fate, in the guise of Cal, had other ideas.

"We went and saw Underworld," Ethan admitted

"After I told you no?"

"Yes, sir," Bruce replied.

I was quiet a minute.

"Are we in trouble, Dad?"

"Ethan, what bothers me isn’t you two seeing the movie. It’s the fact that you came and asked me, and when I reminded you that you can’t see rated-R movies by yourselves, you went off, planned a deception, and came back and lied to me."

This time the silence lingered.

"Do you think that’s right?"

"No, sir."

"Bruce, Ethan’s getting a spanking when we get home. Do you think I should call your mom, or should you just get what Ethan’s getting?"

"Ethan," was the mumbled response.



The drive home was quiet. I knew Jeremy and Bryce were both gone, so I took them to their bedroom, rather than my office.

"Shoes off, guys," was the only instruction I gave.

While they were doing that, I adjusted the desk chair and sat down.

Bruce was wearing a blue and white checked flannel shirt, but I saw the neck of an undershirt beneath it. I knew Ethan was wearing a Hot Wheels t-shirt, but he had a gray hoodie on over it. Both boys were wearing jeans.

"Hang your jacket up, Ethan. Bruce, you’ll need to take off the flannel shirt."

I waited while both boys did that. Zippers zip faster than buttons button, so as soon as his shoes were off, Ethan came and stood in front of me. Bruce followed after a second.

I was honestly second guessing myself. I admit that I wanted to spank Bruce. Was I pushing this just for that reason? I wasn’t upset about them seeing the movie. I was upset about the way they deliberately tried to deceive me. And I guess that’s what made up my mind.

"Jack, don’t be mad at Ethan. It was my idea."

I stood up, and draped an arm around Bruce’s shoulders, snuggling him in tight to my chest.

"I’m not mad at either one of you, Bruce. I am disappointed in what you did. The honest truth is, I would have let you go see Underworld…"

"But you said we couldn’t," Ethan interrupted me.

"No, I said you can’t go see it by yourself. That’s the rules of the theater. I don’t have a problem with you seeing the movie. As a matter of fact, I was going to take you tonight, when I took the other boys."

"Why didn‘t you…!"

"Because," I said, cutting him off, "I didn’t know if Bruce’s mom wanted him seeing it or not. I should have thought to ask when she dropped him off, but I didn’t. And she told us her phone would be off while she was at the salon, so I had to wait for her to call. I didn’t say anything then because I didn’t want you to be upset if she said no."

"She wouldn’t care," Bruce informed me.

"No, she said it would be fine. But I didn’t know that then. And getting permission afterwards doesn’t change the fact that you lied to me to go see it now, after I told you no, does it?"

"No, sir," they both reluctantly agreed.

"And that’s why you two are getting spanked. It’s not because you went to see a movie. It’s because you did something you’d been told not to do, and you deliberately lied to me so you could do it. Do you understand that?"

Both boys were very upset, but they nodded.

I felt kind of bad about it. I was still kind of torn.

"You understand that if you’d gone to the mall, then just decided to sneak in and see the movie, I might be a little upset with you, but you wouldn’t be getting spanked?"

Bruce nodded.

"You’re gonna spank us ‘cause we lied to you," Ethan added.

"Do you think you deserve it?"

That’s a hard question to ask a boy, and a harder question to answer, but they both finally agreed they did.

"Then let’s get you ready."

I squeezed Bruce, then gave a quick hug to Ethan before sitting back down. Then I got both boys stationed in front of me and reached up for the snap on Bruce’s jeans.

Even as I was reaching for his fly, I noticed Bruce had an erection. The funny thing is, he didn’t seem to notice it. Of course, it’d only been a week since we’d had that talk. He didn’t have a big brother to teach him about those things, and he was pretty well developed for his age, and a bit geeky. I remember how I was at about the same age. I knew I had erections, and I knew they felt good, but I didn’t really know what to do with them, and I hadn’t yet realized I was supposed to be embarrassed by them. That seems to be the case with Bruce.

Or maybe he was just too worried about his backside to care about what his front was doing.

I slid the zipper down on his jeans, then undid the snap, spread them open, and gave them a slight tug, exposing the front of his Fruit of the Looms. Then I reached over and did the same, but I didn’t stop with just a tug on Ethan’s jeans. They went all the way to his ankles, and I had him step out of them.

I’d started with Bruce to get him going, but had then switched to Ethan so Bruce could see what was coming. When I turned back to him, he let go of his t-shirt and put his hands on my shoulders to balance while I removed his jeans, just like Ethan had done.

I turned back to Ethan and pulled his briefs off. It was quicker and easier to balance this time. Bruce actually seemed more embarrassed at Ethan’s nudity than Ethan did, though Ethan was still obviously a bit uncomfortable being bared in front of the other boy.

I turned back to Bruce and carefully eased the elastic of his briefs over his woody before sliding them down. He put his hands back on my shoulders while I slipped the briefs off, then lifted his shirt again, just as Ethan had done.

Bared from chest to calves like that, both boys were very cute, but Bruce was very intriguing. Except atop his head, Bruce is still completely hairless, but he was standing straight out and just a bit up, poking about four inches. He was pretty thin for four inches, but not what you’d call a pencil dick… A Marks-a-Lot dick, perhaps.

He didn’t seem to be any more uncomfortable about his situation than Ethan did, but it looked like Ethan had found something to distract him.

"Ethan?"

I had to repeat myself to get his eyes back on me.

"Go get Heat, please."

He whimpered, but he went.

"Bruce, I usually let guests go first and get it over with. C’mere."

He looked like it was a guest privilege he would liked to have refused. He winced as I gestured at my lap, but he came to me.

I spread my legs a bit wider than normal, as I guided him into position. Then, when I was sure Mr. Happy wasn’t going to be bumping into anything, I lifted his hips a bit, settled myself more comfortably, then laid my left arm across the small of his back.

I rested my hand on Bruce’s bottom for a minute. It wasn’t an ugly bottom, but it seemed obvious he’d recently had a growth spurt. While his cheeks were firm, they had fairly deep dimples, yet the archs from back to bottom and bottom to legs wasn’t especially distinct.

Ethan was back and had watched the last of that with some interest, but also with some dread, knowing he’d be in the same position soon.

I held out my hand, and he reluctantly put the paddle in it.

I adjusted my seat one more time, lined the paddle up on target, and went to work.

A couple of things to keep in mind here: first, Bruce had heard about my spanking methods and knew my boys said I spanked really hard; on the other hand, he’d seen my paddle, and he knew how it looked in comparison with his mom’s hairbrush. I was sure he was fairly uncertain what to expect. The thing is, while I firmly believe the brush is going to be much worse on a swat per swat basis, his mom apparently only gave about twenty spanks, which was less than half of what he was going to be getting from me.

He was quiet at first and pretty still. I used my normal pattern – down the center of his bottom, then down each cheek. Back to the center of his bottom, then a couple of each side, before one more trip down the center.

By the time I finished the first covering, his bottom was a rosy shade of red, and he was starting to really fidget. He was still quiet and hadn’t had any more swats than what he was used to getting, but you have to think about the difference in this paddle and the brush. Like most novelty paddles, Heat is pretty thin, however, it has three or four times more surface area than most hairbrushes. I have no idea how Pam spanks, but I’m sure she either wasn’t covering his bottom as thoroughly as I was, or was getting little or no overlap – maybe both. That paddle might not hurt the way the brush to which he was accustomed did, but it still stung, and the way he was fidgeting around my lap proved the sting was really starting to build.

And then I made an interesting discovery. When Bruce and his mom had talked about his bottom getting spanked, they’d apparently been being literal. Bruce was used to his bottom being spanked. When I moved down to his legs, he went crazy.

Considering how well Bruce had been taking his spanking, I’d decided to sneak in a few extra on his legs. The first swats that landed on his left leg were angled to come down on the outside of his thighs a bit. He went stiff when the first swat landed, and he howled before the second came down.

Suddenly Bruce was kicking and fighting like thinking he was a pony at a petting zoo to a bucking bronco at a rodeo. I barely stopped a paddle swat from smacking the back of his hand as it flew back to cover his left leg.

I didn’t even tell him to move his hand. I tucked the paddle beneath me, took a grip on Bruce’s wrist, and tucked it against the small of his back, locking it down with my forearm. Then I pulled him up tight against my torso, took a firm grip with my left hand, and retrieved the paddle.

As he felt the paddle line up on his leg, he begged me to stop.

"Please, Jack," he sobbed, rather piteously. "Not the legs, ple…"

He howled as I put another smack on the left leg, then moved to the right.

I angled these swats to come down towards the outside of that leg, but I’d abandoned the idea of a deluxe spanking for him. Before I placed a third swat on the right leg, he was crying hard.

He’d already lost most of his control, and moving back to his bottom didn’t help any. He was crying hard and loud, shaking with the sobs as he kicked and squirmed. He didn’t have enough leverage for his kicks to move him much, and with me holding his wrist and hips, there wasn’t a lot of squirming he could do.

He did manage to hold on to just a bit of control until I moved back down to his legs. When he felt that first swat, angled just a bit towards the inside of his thighs, smack down, he howled. He gave a couple of frog-like kicks with his legs, then he just collapsed across my lap, bawling.

I finished the last couple of swats, leaving his bottom dark red, and his upper legs rosy, and aimed at his sit spots.

Then I stopped. Ethan already had tears running down his face. Even if he hadn’t been wound up by watching Bruce’s spanking, he’d be broken down before I finished a second set on his legs – probably long before. Stinging sit spots had their place, but I was still feeling unsure about spanking them for this, even as I knew they’d earned it.

I tucked the paddle beneath me, and helped Bruce up. I pulled him into a brief hug, and he clung to me desperately. Even with Ethan waiting, I gave Bruce a long moment to hold me before I peeled him loose.

"Sorry, champ," I reassured him, "but Ethan still has a turn coming. Hold your shirt up," I added, as he reached around to rub. "Both hands."

I watched while he complied and noticed that his boner had completely disappeared. I think Ethan was too concerned with my lap to have noticed the change in his friend’s equipment.

I motioned for Ethan to get across my lap, but he just stood there. I reached up, took him by the wrist, and pulled him to me. He didn’t fight or resist at all, but he did need to be guided.

Ethan’s spanking was almost anti-climatic. He was ouching and owing before I was half finished with the first pattern over his bottom, and sobbing loudly before I moved down to his legs. He was definitely crying by the time I went back to his bottom, and before I could make a second trip to his legs, he was lying limply, bawling his heart out.

After the last swat on his thighs, I didn’t even consider any on the sit spots. I placed the paddle behind me. Since Ethan is several inches shorter than Bruce, I was easily able to flip him up to sit in my lap, then squeeze the bawling boy tightly to my chest.

I looked up to see Bruce watching us miserably. I moved my right arm and motioned for him to join us. He did, kneeling down beside me, and burying his face against my chest, finishing his crying.

I held the two of them a couple of minutes until Ethan started to settle down, then I loosened up and leaned back. Then I noticed something.

With Ethan sitting in my lap, facing my right, and Bruce kneeling down on my right side, facing left, it was a rather sexual scene. Even though nothing was going on, and even though I’d suppressed my reaction during the actual spankings, I could feel things starting to awaken. Unlike Bruce, those reactions do bother me, so I quickly had the boys on their feet.

"Why don’t you two spend a couple of minutes in the corner," I half-suggested, "and we can talk when Ethan’s ready."

I think they both nodded, but I led them to the corner and left them there a couple of minutes, while I went to splash some cold water in my face.



A couple of minutes later, I let Bruce turn around first and told him he could rub. He did so enthusiastically.

He’s actually pretty interesting. He looked like he had a semi again, but I don’t think he did. His balls are decent-sized, but still close up to his legs, which makes him hang out over them in a bit of an arch. He wasn’t actually dancing, since a lot of the sting had faded, but he was still rubbing enough to make it bob around a bit.

"That doesn’t hurt as much as the brush, but you really do spank really long."

I just nodded.

"You sorry you didn’t wait for your mom?"

He didn’t even have to think.

"Nah, I hate when she pulls my bottoms down."

You could tell it wasn’t quite what he wanted to say. It was obvious he hadn’t enjoyed the spanking, but he had enjoyed the attention and the affection. It just seemed like he couldn’t think of the right way to say it.

Instead of making him, I pulled him into another hug.

After releasing him, I let Ethan come out of the corner, and he and I went through the same thing.

"Now," I said, when I broke my hug with Ethan, "I want you to know that I feel a little bad about spanking you for going to see a movie I would have let you see if it was my choice, but…"

"It’s okay, Dad. We didn’t know you’d take us, but we shouldn’t have lied."

"Yeah, my mom always says deceit’s the worst way to get something, and you always end up paying for it."

"Sounds like a smart woman," I told him.

"So," I added, after a second’s pause, "we okay?"

"No," Bruce said, an incredulous look on his face. "My butt’s still burning. I won’t be okay for a while!"

I had to laugh.



Underworld: Awakening was a pretty good movie. Sure, it’s almost totally mindless, but it was a good popcorn movie. At least it was good enough that Bruce and Ethan were happy to be invited to go with us that evening, even though it meant another couple of hours sitting down.



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