Bryce and Paul Richardson Again

(For Real This Time)

It was Saturday night in the middle of January. We had a bit of a house-full that evening, though I can’t remember if there was a specific reason why. And, I was a bit upset at the time.

I was in Van and Bryce’s bedroom. Remember that the plans for this house were drawn off my sketches, and I designed it to be big. When I was a kid, when friends came over, we either played outside or in my room. That lead to me being a little excessive in making sure the boys would have plenty of space. That’s a long way of saying that their bedrooms are huge.

When Van and Misha moved in, and I changed rooms so Bryce and Van could share, they got the furniture that Bryce had shared with the twins. They have two loft beds, one of which has a queen bed below it, while the other doesn‘t have a bed at all, but supports a tent. (I went online to show you the exact furniture they have, but it seems that they don’t produce those styles anymore). We have the two beds together, in the center of the wall opposite the bathroom and closet doors, and I removed the inside rails, so the two top bunks basically create another double bed. (There was also another bed off to the side. Van had lost his race car bed in the fire, and had claimed he’d just die if he couldn’t have the pirate ship bed we saw, which is why their room now has something of a pirate theme).

The top bed was currently occupied by Van and Dex, who were laying close together, under the covers, looking at one of Van’s favorite story books (Lassie Come Home as illustrated by Susan Jeffers). Gordy was no place to be seen, but Bryce and Paul were still laying in the floor playing some game Bionicles.

Normally, it would be a nice scene. This time was a little different. I think the boys realized that since, when Bryce saw me walk in, I saw his eyes go to the clock and he looked panicky when he realized it was 10:20.

I tried to keep my voice down, but I’m sure it was obvious to Van and Dex that the two older boys were in trouble. I know it's hard for boys to get into bed on time, but that's why I'd reminded them it was time to get ready for bed. To find them still playing was somewhat irritating to me. It was certainly obvious to them that I was irritated, as I began to chew them out for their careless irresponsibility, their casual disrespect, and their - hopefully unintentional - disobedience. Bryce winced when we came to that part; because, he knows what disobedience is, and he knows how I usually treat it.

I’d knelt down on the ground in front of the two boys to lecture them. Lecturing kids is a balancing act. You have to get through to them and you have to make them understand why the matter is serious; but, you have to do it without boring them or making them feel worthless or think that you hate them. I was trying to do that when I was thrown off balance.

The bathroom door opened and Gordy came into the bedroom, still flushed and damp from his bath, totally naked, holding the towel in both hands to work it back and forth across his back, while dancing a bump-and-grind. If I’d not been lecturing Bryce and Paul, I probably would have fell over laughing. Even so, it was hard to stay serious.

Gordy must have felt he’d run smack into the tension in the room, because he stopped in mid-dance. Then he straightened up, turned light red, began to dry his belly (incidentally covering his privates), gave me his best ‘I’m too cute to spank’ smile, and said, "Hi, Uncle Jack. I forgot to take my undies to the shower".

"I noticed that, Gord." I also noticed that he was either pretty happy about something, or that he’d done a very good job washing his little friend, but I felt it wouldn’t be appropriate to comment on that.

"Would you brush my hair?"

"In a minute, squirt" I told him, then turned to the other two boys. "Bathtub. Now. I’ll be there in a minute."

The two of them did a really good job of tucking their tails between their legs and slinking off - remembering to get clean undies on the way. As soon as they hit the bathroom, I grabbed Gordy’s towel to finish drying him, waited while he got his briefs on, then sat him down and ran the brush through his hair. Gordy doesn’t like his hair real long, but usually doesn’t want to get it cut until it starts hanging over his ears. It was at a longer point right then, and he always complained about having to care for it. That only took a couple of minutes, then I took off my shirt and headed towards the bathroom.

By the time I got into the bathroom, Bryce was naked and climing into the tub, while Paul was just stepping out of his briefs. I checked the tap and adjusted the temperature a bit, then slowed the flow, while Paul joined his friend in the tub. I grabbed the large, plastic cup that sits on the side in the shampoo caddy, filled it, then told Bryce to close his eyes, while I dumped it over his head. I picked up the Johnson’s Baby Shampoo and went to work on him.

As soon as I had Bryce’s hair nice and sudsy, I pumped a little soap into my hand, and washed his face and behind the ears. Once he was sudsy from the neck up, I re-filled the glass and poured it over his head. As soon as he was rinsed clear, I picked up a clean cloth and dried his face, then handed him the rag. "Get clean. Hurry up and don’t play around."

Then I turned to Paul and did the same thing to him. I guess he’s not used to having his hair washed (or in the tub, or by his dad, or maybe my irritation was more blatant than I thought). I was upset with the two of them, but not so upset that I forgot to warn Paul to take a deep breath and close his eyes. When I finished rinsing him, I turned back to Bryce, who was still washing his shoulders. I was not happy.

"I told you," I said as I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him up, "to hurry up." I punctuated by giving his round, little rear a couple of firm swats. He yelped at each of them and was sniveling by the time I finished. I can’t really blame him, since the swats were a fuller swing than I normally used and his bottom was wet.

"Hand me the wash cloth."

He passed it over quickly. I don’t know what he’d been doing, so I just started from scratch. I added some soap to the cloth, sudsed it up, then went to work. I did the same thing as I usually did, though I don’t bathe him that often anymore. I did his neck, then dropped down to his chest, before turning him to do his back. Then I handed him the washcloth.

"Now, get it finished."

He started washing his lower area and I turned back to Paul, who was doing a faster job than Bryce had done. He just wasn’t doing a good job about it.

"Didn’t anyone ever teach you how to wash yourself, Paul?"

He started to say something, then just shrugged. I picked up his briefs and held them out.

"Do you see this, Paul?" He nodded. "You left a little skid in your shorts, and the front’s a little yellow. In the first place, you need to shake better when you’re done peeing. I know sometimes that, no matter how well you wipe, you can still leave a little mess, but you should be more careful about it. Now, you need to do a better job of cleaning up."

"You can’t just wash your cheeks," I continued, "you have to wash between them, too."

I took a minute to explain to him how places where skin meets gets sweaty and dirty and needs to be cleaned carefully. While I was explaining, I soaped my hands up and washed it for him. There wasn’t really much of a mark in his shorts, but I was still careful, just in case he was dried or chapped. I was very careful, when I came to the exit, to rub carefully back and forth over it without doing any penetration. Even so, he was still squirmy-worming a bit as the sphincter spread a bit for cleaning. As soon as that was done, I turned him around.

"You have to make sure to wash between your legs for the same reason," I said, as I did that. "Now, do you want to try this guy yourself, or do you want me to show you how?"

"I guess you do it," he said quietly.

"All right. First, you have to be very careful when you wash these guys, right?"

He gave a major nod for that.

"You have to wash this thing like everything else, but you still want to be gentle."

Paul was circumcised, but it was a pretty loose cut, and the skin covered a good part of the head.

"When you pee," I continued as I began to demonstrate, "you have to give it a good shake. Now, don’t worry about it too much. There’s an old saying, ‘No matter how you shake and dance, the last two drops go in your pants.’ Because of the way you’re cut," I continued, then had to stop and explain about circumcisions, "anyway, because of the way you’re cut, if you don’t get it all, some of it can leak back here. Now this," I said, indicating the shaft, "is just like washing a finger." Judging by the way he gasped and stiffened when I ran my soapy fingers up and down it briefly, I’m sure he realized it wasn't exactly like a finger, but I’m sure he understood what I meant. "But, you have to be more careful with this. This" I said, motioning at the slit, "is the meatus. If you get soap up there, it burns, and it’ll keep burning until you manage to pee, so be careful. I then showed him how to wash the rest of it, explaining "you want to keep this pretty clean. He’s a good friend and you want to take care of him. Just like anything else, if he gets too dirty, he can get sick. So, start taking care of him now, okay?"

He nodded. "Good, then get your legs washed and don’t forget to get between your toes."

Then I turned back to Bryce.

"Are you finished?"

Bryce nodded, then added "Yes, sir."

"Good."

I pulled the stool next to the tub, then sat down and spread a towel over my lap, then grabbed him under the arms and lifted him out of the tube, to lay him over my lap.

Bryce isn’t stoic about getting spanked, but he’s usually pretty complacent about getting ready. This time was a little different. Maybe he’d been holding out hope that there wasn’t going to be a spanking this time. Whatever the reason, he was suddenly trying to cover his wet, little cheeks and begging me not to spank him. Not that it stopped me. He was squealing from the first swat. I placed one, two on each cheek, then one on each leg, two in the center of his bottom, and a last two, extra firm ones, right on the sit spots. He was crying a little, but mostly just sniveling. Each swat I’d landed was harder than he was used to, and I don’t think he’d ever been wet for even a short spanking, but it had been a lot shorter then he was used to.

I put Brice on his feet, wrapped the towel around him and grabbed a dry one to lay over my lap. Paul was already sniveling by the time I grabbed him, but he didn’t try to resist as I picked him up and laid him over. He must not have been any more used to wet spankings than Bryce, because he yelped from the first and was crying a little harder than Bryce had been before I was finished.

After ten smacks, I stood him to his feet and handed him the towel. Bryce was mostly done snuffling by then, so I opened the door to the vanity and sinks, grabbed a brush, and combed out his hair (which is much longer than Gordy’s). As soon as his hair was done, I turned to Paul, who wasn’t quit finished drying. I waited a few seconds for him, then did the same for him.

"C’mon you two, you were already supposed to be in bed."

I gently grabbed each boy by the back of the neck and lead them back to the bedroom, then stopped at the foot of their bed and left them standing there. Since the two of them were naked, their skin pink from the tub, and their little tushes a little more red than that, I’m sure they were at least a little uncomfortable just standing there; especially since they didn’t know what else might be coming.

While they stood there, I walked over to the little ones and stepped up onto the ladder.

"It’s time for you two to turn in. Book down." I waited while they finished the page, then I tucked the covers up around their shoulders, gave them both a kiss on the cheek, and flipped off Van’s reading light.

Stepping down, I made Gordy put his game down and tucked him in as well. Van and Dex couldn’t really see the two naked boys; but, Gordy could and his eyes were open wide. Then I turned to the two other boys.

"Paul, come here. Bryce, go get the paddle."

Paul’s shoulders slumped and Bryce moaned, but the two of them both obeyed me. I sat down on the side of the bed opposite Gordy and laid my leg up along the edge. When Paul came over to me, I pulled him in, almost right up against my crotch, and then we waited. We sat there - well, I sat, Paul lay, and not quite still - while Bryce fetched the B4. As soon as he brought it back, I took the paddle in my right hand, and took his right arm in my left hand, and guided him across my leg, so he was laying side-to-side with Paul. I reached across to pull Bryce into Paul and leaned down on Paul’s back a bit, then lifted the paddle and went to work.

One, two, three swats right down the middle of Paul’s little bottoms had him yelping and then three more to Bryce had him doing the same. Bryce knew my pattern and was expecting the next four swats to be Paul’s. I’m afraid I surprised him. I gave Paul a swat on the upper most slope of his left cheek, then another on his right, but the next pair went to Bryce, in exactly the same spots.

Bryce’s Apply B4 Corner Time was about the same proportions as the standard novelty paddle, but was made to a slightly smaller scale for Bryce’s little bottom, which let me place four smacks down each buttock of each boy. By the time I went back to the middle for three more down, this time giving one at a time to each boy, they were both crying. By the time I got to where I’d normally do the sides, I decided to cut the boys a break. They’d already had the extra-firm, wet swats, and a long wait. Anyway, with the boys side by side, I couldn’t get to the inner dimples; so, I went one more time down the center, then finished up with a couple of swats on each leg, moving back and forth. They were bawling before I finished, so I knew I’d made my point, anyway.

Instead of pulling them into my lap, I stood them up. Both of them thanked me for the lack of immediate affection by doing a fast-paced, energetic after-spanking dance. They weren’t quite as cute as adolescent boys, since they didn’t have much to flop, but it was still entertaining.

I waited for them to calm down a minute, then pulled them into a hug. Both of them were crying loud and hard, but not quite as hard as they had been. I stood up and turned the covers down. As soon as I turned to do that, Gordy turned and tried to hide the fact that he’d been watching. I ignored him and turned back to the boys. I picked Paul up and laid him in the bed, then did the same to Bryce - and was very sure to lay them on their bellies. After tucking the covers up around them, I leaned over and gave both of them a peck.

"Guys, you both know that you’re supposed to mind. I don’t mind reminding you to do something, though at your age, you should usualy be able to do things without being reminded. Still, if I do remind you, you’d better do it. When you don’t, you’re disobeying. And you both know what happens when you disobey. Now, go to sleep."

I reached up and turned the last light off and let myself out of the room. I started to walk out, accompanied by the sound of the boys slowly dying cries, but when I stepped away from the beds, I caught motion from the corner of my eye and looked up to see the little ones laying back down.

Everybody loves a spanking, as long as they’re not the ones getting it.