Gary McKinney

Gary was a thirteen-year old, smart aleck, pain in the butt.  Having said that, I liked him a lot.  I think he reminded me of when I was that age.  Like me, he was an early grower, not huge, but still big, and rather hairy for thirteen.  Like me, he had some real problems in interpersonal skills; I think brought about largely because he was so uncomfortable with himself.  He wasn't good looking, but far from bad looking.  I'd probably say that he was a 5, but keep in mind that he was an early bloomer, and I prefer younger, cute kids.  Still, Gary had nice blue eyes, thick brown unruly hair, and a slight case of spots (acne - I just think the British term is friendlier).  He wasn't lean, but wasn't muscular or fat either; just rather in-between.  Overall, I'd say Gary was a rather bland boy physically, and a bit abrasive personally.

  Over the year I'd already known him, Gary had 'accidentally' taken some cards home with him, which his mom had caught and sent back.  He'd cheated at least twice, under circumstances where it couldn't quite be proven (or where I couldn't handle it the way I would have liked), and had been around when things disappeared.  Still, he was either lucky or sly.  The problem with that is, luck runs out, and sly fails sooner or later when someone else gets lucky.

  With Gary, the jig was up one day when there were only 3 or 4 of us left after the Sunday Magic tourney.  I wasn't having to run the store that day, just the tourney, but Nikki was getting ready to leave.  In the game room, I think it was me, an adult named David, and Gary.  Gary was looking through some of Dave's cards.  When I came in to tell him it was time to put them up, he jumped and dropped some on the floor - not from the table, but from his lap.  When he picked them up, there were some partly in his pocket.

  I took Gary in the back room.  I'd searched him before and knew he was very shy.  I had him take his shirt off, and he had no problem with that, but then I told him to take off his pants and hand them to me.  He balked at that and explained he didn't have on anything but his undershorts.  I told him that was too bad.  When he still resisted, I went over the history we'd had together, and that I'd never been able to prove anything before, but this time he'd been caught red-handed.  He still didn't understand, so I explained it to him.  "Gary, you were caught stealing.  Each one of those cards you had is worth between $18 and $22.  Each!  You had at least 12 cards.  For that, the police don't just write you a ticket.  They arrest you.  Now, we can handle this here.  Or I can call the police."  At that, he started to really get the idea.   He didn't like it.

  About this time is when Dave walked into the back room.  He heard my last comment and told me not to make a big deal out of it. I told Gary to put his hands on his head and face the wall. I took a second to notice that he had a nice back - firm and defined, but still slender and he actually had a waist. Then I turned my attention back to David. (David was a middle school teacher.  I think he was in his mid-20's.  He was fairly pleasant looking with medium-dark, reddish-blond hair.)  I explained to him why I was really upset with David. After Mikell had had cards stolen, I would have been upset with anyone I caught stealing cards from another player, but I gave Dave a brief overview of all the problems I’d had with Gary.

"So, you see, it’s not like this is an aberration. Gary doesn’t have a lot of control, and he doesn’t know how to behave. As a matter of fact, if I didn’t like him so much, I would have banned him from the store a long time ago, just on general principals. I can think of two other customers who’ve had run-ins with him and never came back. Maybe he wasn’t the reason for that, but I’m sure he didn’t help either. It doesn’t seem like he has a lot of friends, and I don’t want to cut him off from something he enjoys and is pretty good at. On the other hand, I can’t keep punishing my other players for his sake. If he’s going to keep coming up here, he has to improve his behavior. This is the first time I’ve actually caught him and can prove something, and I want to use this as a wedge. It has to be his decision; but, as of today, he’s either going to not be allowed back in the store, or he’s going to be held to the rules everyone else obeys, or he’s going to be punished for it. Now, if you don’t want to help me for the good of the store, then at least leave, and let me handle this for his sake."

David thought about it for a minute, then agreed. I told Gary to turn back around. He kept his face down as he did, but I saw a tear running from one eye. Not only had I not been careful to keep my voice down, I’d tried to make sure I was talking loud enough for him to hear. It’s hard to hear what someone else honestly thinks about you sometimes, but he needed to know that, not only did I know what he’d been doing, but that I’d let him get away with it because I cared about him and was trying to give him a chance to straighten up.

After Dave consented to help, I asked him to watch Gary for a minute. He had no problem with that. It was after 6pm, so I went to Nikki and told her I had a problem I had to straighten out, but she could leave.  I locked the store behind her.  When I went back, Dave had a close eye on Gary's naked torso.  Gary was staring into the distance with damp eyes and a trembling lip.  When I opened the door, Gary began to beg me not to call the cops.

  "Gary, the way I see it, we have three options.  You can put your shirt on, and I'll go call the police.  Or, I can search you.  If you've been honest and don't have anything else, then I don't think we'll even need to call your dad.  If I find anything else when I finish searching you, then your father will have to be told.  But, unless you want me to call the police, you need to do what I told you to do.  Whatever you decide, do it quick.  My son'll be expecting me home soon and I'm not going to waste a lot of time dealing with you.  So, decide now, or I'm going to call them."

  Slowly, Gary's hands dropped to his fly.  He assured me he wasn't lying as he unsnapped them.  Then I dropped them bomb on him.  "Besides, I don't know why you're so worried about Dave and I seeing you in your briefs.  They'll be coming off when I spank you."  He hated that, but what could he say?  "Gary Allen!  You and I both know how often you've done this type of thing, and all the other things you've gotten away with because I was trying to be fair to you.  Well, this time you blew it.  You were caught red-handed and you're going to be punished.  Would you prefer me to call your father and tell him that you're barred from the store and why?"

  That really caught his attention as he realized that I was going to punish him.  He now realized that his choice wasn't between getting spanked or not: it was between getting spanked by me, or getting barred from the store - which would cut him off from the few friends he seemed to have, and still getting spanked - just by his dad, not me.  He finally gave up his resistance and the rest was almost anti-climactic.

  Gary handed me his jeans, and I took my time going thru the pockets.  As I did, I could see that Dave was enjoying the view as much as I was, and as much as Gary was hating it.  Still, he couldn't do much to cover himself, except hold his hands loosely in front of his crotch.  I think he was wearing Fruit-of-the-Loom, and they were new enough to still be pearly white, though they fit him fairly snuggly.  Finally, to his relief, I tossed his jeans down on the table beside him.  His relief was very short-term, though.

  "All right, Gary.  You don't have anything else, so we don't have to call the police.  Do you still want to keep it in this room?"

  "Yes sir."

  "Dave, is that all right with you?"

  Dave's eyes were glowing with interest, and when he answered, he was obviously dry-mouthed.  "As long as he learns his lesson, it's okay with me."

  "I think I remember you saying that your dad whips you with his belt.  Is that right?"

  "Yes sir."

  "Well, I don't like the belt.  Instead," I paused for a minute as I walked to a table near the door.  From that table, I picked up a large, wooden-backed brush that was meant to brush the felt on a pool table.  I'd found several times that it worked great on older boys. "I'm going to use this," I continued.  "And, I'm going to use it on your bare butt."

  "No!"  The cry escaped from him, and his hands stole behind him to cover the threatened area, uncovering a pretty nice bulge in the front.

  "I told you it's your choice, Gary.  Go ahead and get dressed, while I go call your dad."

  He hated that idea.  He begged to keep his briefs on, but finally  had to accept the inevitable.  He’d set the situation up, but now I was calling the shots. Unless he wanted me to take it to his father and ban him from the story, he had to accept my rules. And, I’m sure he realized, whatever happened here, it was going to be better than being punished twice.  Especially since his dad apparently didn't mind getting a little abusive - especially over trifling little things like him breaking the law.  I didn't stop the blows though.  When his fingers began to steal towards the waistband of those white, little briefs, I stopped him.

  "I'm going to give you this spanking, because I've been having to deal with you for a year now, Gary Allen, and you've really deserved it several times before this.  However, you did steal from Dave, and I think he should be involved in your punishment, also.  Dave, do you think you can help with this?"

  He just nodded, his eyes as big as saucer plates.

  "Gary, put your hands on top of your head."  I waited until he'd complied.  "Now, you go over to David, apologize to him for stealing his cards, then ask him to take your undies off, so you can get spanked the way a naughty boy deserves, and the way you need."

  Gary did as I'd told him, though he nearly choked getting the words out.  Then he was naked, except for his socks.  They both looked at me.  I handed the brush to Dave.  It took a second to get his attention.  I don't think Gary noticed, but Dave's eyes were glued to Gary's adolescent hang.  He wasn't impressively long - maybe 3" soft, but he still had a nice looking, mid-puberty boy‘s body, with balls that weren't completely grown yet, but he did have a nice, thick, bush.  Other than that, and some hair under his arms, he had some on his calves, but his belly and upper thighs were still innocent of hair.  After he took the brush, I told them the rest of my plans.

  "All right, Gary.  We're going to go back over here, and you can quit being embarrassed about exposing your penis, because you'll be over my lap.  I'm going to give you a long, thorough hand-spanking.  When I'm through, you'll do fifteen minutes in the corner.  Then, Dave will use that paddle and give you 13 swats with it, before you go back to the corner.  After your second time in the corner, you'll apologize to both of us and be allowed to dress."  Gary and Dave both were staring at me.  Gary like a bird before a snake.   Dave, like I'd just granted his fondest wish.  "Do you understand that?"

  He was crying as he answered this time.  "Yes sir."

  "Then come to me."

  Gary apparently didn't have much, if any, experience going over someone's lap, but I got him in position.  Once he was, I started.  I did like I like to do. The first swats were carefully placed and very firm as I lectured him. I gave them slowly, asking a question, then a swat, then another swat after he answered.  As I got him to admit to some of what he'd done before, reminding him of suspected thefts, cheating, bad attitudes, and just the way he treated my other customers and people who were supposedly his friends, his bottom begin to turn red.  Finally, I came to the important questions.

  "Good boys don't act the way you've been acting.  Do they, Gary Allen McKinney?"

  "No, sir," he forced out.  He wasn't crying yet, but you could hear the tears in his voice.  He wasn't kicking, but he squirmed all over my lap as each swat came down (which was doing wonders for the erection I always achieve while spanking, anyway).

  "How have you been acting?"  He knew exactly what I wanted to hear, since I'd said it several times, already. 

  "Naughty!" He nearly shouted as the next swat landed at that tender fold between bottom and leg.

  "And what happens to naughty boys?"

  "They get spa...OW!"

  The last word cut off in surprise as I went from slow, carefully placed swats to a full-speed barrage.  It'd probably taken me two minutes to place the first twenty swats.  Now he got more than twenty swats in that many seconds, and they weren't much easier.  To make it worse on him, the lecture had all been on his bottom.  Once the real spanking started, I switched down to his legs at first, before moving back up to his bottom.  I think the surprise, as much as the pain, started the real crying, but, whatever the reason, he was really crying, and pretty lustily.  I went until that butt was crimson and he'd reached that kind of hiccup-y state in his crying, where he just couldn't get enough air to keep doing it.  He was no longer squirming and had quit kicking. He was literally worn out, just like a boy really needs some time. When he reached that state, I placed a few last swats on the sit spots, then let him up.

  Normally, at this point, I'd hug a boy.  I made an exception this time, though.  As much as I wanted to wrap Gary in my arms, he didn't deserve it this time.  Instead, I sent him to the corner.  I checked my watch and Dave and I spoke quietly.  When fifteen minutes was over, I called Gary out.   He begged to be let off, but finally admitted that he didn't deserve to be let off easy.  He placed himself over Dave's lap.

  "Dave, I know you're soft-hearted, but the boy has to learn a lesson.  If you don't do these well, I'll have to do them over.  If you don't think you can, just let me take him now."

  "No, I think I can handle it."

  He did a pretty good job, and Gary was crying again from the first swat, and howling from the second.  This time when he climbed up, I did pull him into my arms.  He wasn't worried about his penis anymore, and didn't even rub his butt.  Instead, he wrapped his arms around me in a fierce hug.

  "I'm sorry, I'm so-ooo sorry.  I'll never do it again.  Please don't kick me out.  I learned my lesson."

My thoughts about David were pretty much confirmed, when he stood and tried to subtly adjust his hard-on. I was hugging Gary’s naked little body tight, but I still saw Dave. I didn’t mind, though, since I had the same problem. Once Gary was back in the corner, still crying and not seeming to mind that his bare, red behind was on display to us, I casually adjusted my own erection in a way that Dave couldn’t help but see.

  Dave didn’t know what to say; and, after a minute, I told him he could leave, and that I’d close up and see Gary home. I let Gary out of the corner before fiften minutes, but didn’t let him dress right away. Like happens to many teen-age boys, he’d gotten an erection at an embarrassing time. Standing before me, his face marked with dried tears, his bottom flaming red, and his dick standing at attention; Gary squirmed as I lectured him on his past behavior, what I expected from him in the future, and how he was going to go about making things right.

I did let Gary come back, but he did get in trouble again; more than once actually. He did seem to try to moderate his behavior, but  it always seemed to be a problem for him. Still, those are stories for another time.


For David’s part, he was arrested a few months later for allegedly touching a couple of his male students. He came in a few times after that, but he had to have a chaperone as part of his probation. The chaperone didn’t like playing Magic, and David wasn’t very comfortable being there with her. I had liked him, though I’d never got to know him real well, so I invited him to start coming to the occasional game at my house. I could usually put a few players together, and had them irregularly, when I had the house to myself, so he could come without a chaperone.