Finally!

If you follow my forum, you’re undoubtedly aware that my comic store often sponsors movies on their opening night. So far this year, we’ve had a rented theater for Watchmen, Wolverine, Star Trek, Terminator, Harry Potter, Transformers, and now G.I. Joe. Along with renting the theater, we set up a booth in the lobby, which includes comics and/or books, toys, and various other related items. The theater manager (Shawn Toppins, whom I’ve known since 1995, when he was 12) is happy to help the store (where he’s still a regular customer) and not upset at the guaranteed sell out.

Renting the theater gives us a stack of tickets to do with as we will. The theater we normally reserve seats about 400 people. Some of the tickets go to local newspapers and radio for giveaways. Some of them are given away in contests through our stores. A lot of them are sold to customers at discount rates. And a pretty good block of them is reserved for my friends and family.

The downside to this is that, as the owner and public face of the store, I need to be there to glad hand for a while before the movie begins. I don’t mind at all. I wouldn’t have started a comic book store if I didn’t enjoy dealing with people. However, except for Terminator and Watchmen, these are movies that all my kids go to, and it’s a little rough on them having to stand around.

Sometimes some of the kids will go sit in the theater after a bit. That way they can visit their friends or play with their handhelds and have a seat for whatever they’re doing. Others prefer to wander around a bit. A few minutes before the show starts, two of the older boys clear the lobby for me and head in. Right at show time (the theater’s pretty good about starting on time, but that still means, at an 8:00 show, they’re not even going to start the previews until a few minutes past), I take one more meander around the lobby, making sure it’s clear of my kids.

Last night, as on every occasion we do this, I did a head count of all the kids. This time I came up short two, so I double-checked with Bobby and PJ. Both of them had thought Ryan and Cam were still in the lobby and would come in with me. Sighing, I went back out, glanced in the lobby, and checked both bathrooms; then I went back and checked with Bobby, who was now standing outside the theater to watch for them entering, since the previews were going and it was a little dark to watch for them inside. They still weren’t there, so I went back to ask Shawn if he’d seen them. I didn’t have to ask, though. Looking for Shawn, I glanced towards the front door. I didn’t see him, but I did see my two missing persons talking to the ticket taker.

Wandering over, I heard them assuring the guy that they were with me, and if he’d just call the manager, he’d vouch for them. "What’s going on?" I asked as I got over there. The kid taking tickets was a younger teen, very cute with beautiful blue eyes, though he was a bit pimply. He looked familiar, and I wondered if I’d seen him in the store before, or just recognized him from being here so much, while he explained to me that the two boys were trying to get in without stubs. I assured him that they were with me and that they didn’t have stubs because I’d kept them all. He knew who I was and let the kids in with no more trouble. Glancing at my watch, I took the two of them down the hall to the movie, but stopped when we were away from everybody.

"I think you have something you need to tell me?"

"We were bored, Dad. We just went over to Game Stop for a minute."

"And you just lost track of time?"

They both nodded.

"And you just happened to go over there without permission?"

With Ryan’s red hair and pale complexion, he looks very interesting when he turns green. Cameron isn’t a lot darker skinned than Ryan. It took him a second longer to realize they were in trouble, but only a second, and he looked just as sick as my son did, once he did realize it.

"If you two were any younger, I’d already have you in the bathroom spanking you. Understand me?"

They both nodded and looked like they might need to use the bathroom for something else. I was keeping my voice down and there was still no one else around, but this lecture had to be extremely uncomfortable for them.

"I could go ask Shawn if we could use his office, but he’s busy, I only have my belt, and I don’t know if his office is even big enough. That leaves you boys with two choices. We can go out to the van and I can spank you there, now— I have a hairbrush in the glove box; or, we can wait until we get home. Which is it?"

They both quickly agreed on waiting until we got home. After all, in the van, someone might get close enough to hear, and having their bottoms bared in the van would practically be as bad as getting it done in public. That wasn’t even considering the hairbrush. Over all, that trade off would be more than worth the wait. Both boys are pretty smart, and it didn’t take a minute for them to reach that conclusion.

In the theater, further punishment awaited them. The movie was well attended. PJ had saved three seats for us by him and the little kids, so they had to sit with Dad, instead of with their friends. They didn’t seem to mind too much, though. The movie was great— fast paced— and caught their attention. I think they even forgot about the upcoming punishment.

When we stopped for ice cream on the way home, Barry innocently asked where they’d been, and that brought reality crashing back down on them. Both of them were able to finish a cone, but neither was very enthusiastic and both were very quiet.

At home, I sent them to get ready for bed but didn’t make them go to my office yet. I knew it would be a while, because I had to get the little ones settled down and cleaned up, and I knew that would take some time(the worst thing about doing this type of thing in the summer is, you can’t really let the kids skip a bath).

The movie had been scheduled to start at 8pm, but, with previews, it had actually been about 8:20. The movie was nearly two hours long (1:18, but that counts about 20 minutes of credits). Of course, everyone had to talk to friends and say goodbye before we could head to Braum’s for ice cream. By the time we got home, it was after 11pm. By the time I had the littles in bed and the tweens at least ready for bed, it was after midnight. When I stuck my head into their bedroom, Mickey and Chuck were lying on Mickey’s bed, looking at something, but being respectfully quiet. Cam and Ryan were sitting on the side of Ryan’s bed in nothing but their boxers, looking dejected and miserable.

As they led me to my office, I had to admit that I was disappointed in Cameron. He’d lasted in briefs longer than Ryan had, but had made the switch about mid-year, probably getting them for Christmas. Still, he was wearing red Gap boxers with little guitars all over. They were knit and, even if they weren’t as snug as briefs, they still clung, and I could tell that he still had a very nice bottom. I knew both boys had grown a bit over the last year, but with them standing side-by-side, I realized that Cam had pulled a bit ahead of Ryan now. It was only an inch or so, but I would have called Cam about 5’5" to Ryan’s 5’4". Both of them were still lean and sturdy.

As soon as we were in my office and I’d taken my seat, Ryan stood in front of me with his hands on his head. With a deep sigh, Cam copied him. The boys both lost their boxers in two quick yanks. Have you ever noticed how silky a boy’s legs look right before he starts to get hair? I think Cam was at that stage, though they still felt smooth as I slid his shorts down. Since neither boy was very happy at the moment, it was impossible to tell how well developed they were, but they looked bigger than they had the time I’d caught them streaking, and both of them definitely had more hair, though Cam’s hadn’t spread too much, and Ryan had nearly caught up to him. Since Ryan’s hair is about as bright orange as it is on his head, it’s pretty cute. Neither boy seemed very curious about the other, but I guess there was no reason for them to be, since I know they see each other naked on a regular (and much happier) basis.

"Dad?" Ryan said, almost as soon as I had their boxers off.

"Yes?"

"Cam and I talked about it, and we know why we’re in trouble and we’re really sorry. Can we please, just this once, skip the lecture and get it over with?"

Both boys are lean, but in good shape, and they’re both really cute. Since they’ve got good tans, but aren’t able to skinny dip much, their mid-sections are still pretty pale, which is such a great look. I would have loved to have kept them standing there a few minutes, but knew it would not only be pointless, but might make them resentful. Putting my own desires aside, I turned a bit to reach the paddle drawer. I didn’t even have to dig to find Red and lift it out. As I turned back to them, Cam was looking worried, and Ryan seemed someplace between resigned and scared.

"All right then; no lecture this time. I just want to say one thing, though. I thought about letting the two of you off. None of the other kids know what happened, and no one was hurt. The trouble is, this is just too much like what happened last year, when the two of you snuck out to go streaking. You’re both good kids, and I love you— yes, both of you, Cameron— but I just don’t feel like I can let you off this time. You had your free chance, and you used it. Okay?" I paused for them to nod. "Good."

"Now, I think the two of you should be spending some time crying together. I’m going to spank both of you, one at a time, then finish you off together. Ready?"

Both boys nodded reluctantly.

"Then c’mere, Cam."

Cam looked at me for a minute, then shook his head. "Do I have to go first?" he asked.

I looked at him for a minute. "No, you don’t have to. I think it’s easier to go first and get it over with. Do you want Ryan to go first?"

The boy looked at Ryan, at his best friend, and he seemed to ask for forgiveness, but he turned back to me and nodded.

"All right then. Ryan, come here."

Ryan was not especially happy about going first, but he did know enough to realize that going first wasn’t quite as bad. With a sigh, he laid himself across my lap. Unlike Johnny or Barry, Ryan needs a little help getting into position—not quite as much experience as his little brothers, after all. Once I had him adjusted over my lap, I reached behind me for the paddle. The boy shivered as I rested it against his bottom.

I’ve thought about upgrading Ryan’s paddle. After all, I’ve been using Red on him since he was not quite 12 (I started a little older with him because of his small size) and he is nearly 14. He’s really passed the age where I’d already given Daniel his own, specially designed paddle. On the other hand, he’s a year younger than Daniel, but hasn’t received half the spankings Daniel has in the last year. Either way, this really wasn’t the right time to be thinking about it.

I lifted the paddle and smacked it down on the top of his rear, starting my typical pattern. Ryan and Cam are both big enough that I probably could have squeezed in a 4-down, but Ryan’s not in trouble enough for it, and not only had I never spanked Cam before, but his dad used either hand or belt, so he’s never really been paddled— not like I do it.

Ryan doesn’t try to be macho about getting spanked. He really doesn’t have enough experience to try. He just goes with it. By the time I got to his legs, he was crying pretty hard, and he was bawling before I got back to them the second time. Then I let him up. He was now crying very hard, but a little surprised because he knew I’d not finished the spanking— not like I ordinarily do. His surprise didn’t stop him from doing a pretty darned vigorous fire dance.

"Ryan! Hands on your head."

He grimaced, but stopped his dance… well, he stopped rubbing anyway. Even as I looked towards Cam, I saw Ryan from the corner of my eye, and he was shifting from foot to foot, bending his legs, and trying whatever he could to ease the sting.

I gestured at Cam, but he shook his head and took a step back from me.

"Come here, Cameron."

"I’m sorry, Jack. Please. I’m really sorry."

I put the paddle down behind me and stood up. The boy held his hands up towards me. I stepped beside him and turned so that I could put my arm around his shoulders. "Scared?"

"Yes. I mean… I know Ryan said you spanked really hard, but…."

I wanted to tell him I’d warned him to go first, but didn’t want to tell him ‘I told you so’ on top of everything else. Instead, I just started to step back towards the spanking chair. "I don’t know what to tell you, Cam. It’s a spanking. It’s supposed to hurt. You already said that you know you deserve it. I think we need to just get it over with. Okay?"

His only answer was a sob, but he didn’t fight as we stepped back to the chair. I let my arm drop down from around his shoulders to the small of his back. I sat down and gave a soft pull. He didn’t resist, coming forward a step until he reached my legs, then let himself fall forward. I put a hand on his chest and eased him into position. Once he was down, I took him by the hips and adjusted him a bit, before reaching behind me to grab Red.

The boy was already sobbing, even as I smacked the paddle down the first time. I took it a bit easier than I had with Ryan, and I was sorry he was so scared, but I’d been waiting a long time for this, and he’d given me a very good reason to do it. Cam is not in the top ten percent of best looking kids that I know, but there is some combination of looks and personality that makes him so appealing to me. I love him and, with me, that includes the desire to spank. Yet, even though I was still erect-- maybe more so than with Ryan-- I felt bad for the kid too. Even while I was admiring his rear end, reminding myself that I'd begun to think I'd never spank him; I was also remembering how scary a spanking can be and feeling sorry for him. I wanted it, and wanted to let him go, and I'm not sure how I might have gone, except that Ryan had already had his spanking and there was no way I could let Cam off now, even if I'd decided that's what I really wanted. That freed me to both do my parental duty and enjoy it.

What really surprised me was that, though he started crying quickly, he didn’t break very soon. As the paddle traced down his crack, over both cheeks, catching his dimples, then down to his legs, he cried louder and more harshly, he struggled, squirmed, kicked and yelled, but never tried to cover his rear and never went over the plateau to real bawling. As a matter of fact, I’d nearly finished the second covering before he went over the edge. I honestly think he'd started crying purely from expectations and leveled off as he realized it wasn't as totally horrible as it had looked. But then it kept going and he finally did have to give up control of himself.

After the last swats on Cam’s legs, I let him onto his feet. He danced just as energetically as Ryan had, and I let him have a few seconds of rubbing as well, before I told him to put his hands on his head. He didn’t, until I pointed the paddle at him. It was very reluctant, but he did stop rubbing, though he continued to dance around more than Ryan had.

I stood up, looked at them both, tears running down their faces, and pointed at the arm of the couch. "Lay over that, guys, side by side, and we’ll finish this up."

Ryan started to cry harder and Cam nearly wailed. "Please, Jack… No more. I’ve learned. Please, no more."

"We have, Dad. I promise…"

"And I’m sorry guys, but you knew you were doing wrong when you walked off like that, and you’re old enough to take your punishment. Now move."

Both of them moved slowly and reluctantly to the arm of the couch. I stepped up behind them, put the paddle back for a minute, took their hips and adjusted them a bit, then told them. "I’m going to finish this in a second. I’m not going to make you do corner time, so as soon as I tell you we’re through, you can get up and rub."

I didn’t bother to ask if they were ready. While talking to them, I’d picked up the paddle, and now I brought the first swat smacking down on Cam’s left sit spot. The second swat caught Ryan. Both boys were crying hard again from the first swat. I went back to Cam’s right cheek, then Ryan’s, then did the whole thing again and decided they’d had enough. It wasn’t as much as even Johnny and Josh would get, but they’d had a long wait for it, they were tired, and they both really were good boys.

"You can get up."

The both hopped straight up, and, with my permission this time, did a fire dance that didn’t quite make it as a duet, but only because they were so badly out of step. I have to say that it was still more fun to watch than Dancing With the Stars. As soon as they’d calmed down a bit, I pulled them both in for long hugs, and they were more than willing to take them.



I’ve talked before about how I sometimes worry about spanking a new boy, especially one for whom I really care. This morning was a good example why. At breakfast, Ryan was pretty much his normal self, but Cameron was very shy and withdrawn around me, though he seemed normal with the other boys. I felt really bad about it and started wondering if I should have let him off more easily, insisted he go first, or just not spanked them at all.

Ryan kept watching the two of us, and finally he went over to Cam, said something, then punched him in the arm. Cam grimaced and punched Ryan back, but then walked over and asked to talk to me alone for a minute, so we walked out into the sunroom.

"Cam…." I started, trying to find some way to apologize to him, some way to keep him and Ryan from losing their friendship, but he interrupted me.

"Jack, I’m really sorry about being such a baby last night. Ryan said you wouldn’t be mad at me and that I shouldn’t be embarrassed, but…."

His voice trailed off.

"Being scared isn’t acting like a baby, Cam. You were very brave about taking that."

He gave me a look that could be generously called disbelieving.

"I’m serious. You should have gone first, and I should have made you. Instead, your first exposure to my spanking method was seeing Ryan get it and knowing you were next. That was really scary for you. Yet you still took your spanking and took it well enough to surprise me."

"You’re not mad at me?"

"Nope. Spanking’s over and you’re all forgiven. You’re not mad at me?" I asked, still a little scared.

The look he gave me this time couldn’t be called disbelieving even generously. "Why would I be mad at you?"

He was very happy to let me wrap him in a hug before we went in to finish breakfast.