Joss and Tim Part 1

I love my kids and my job, but I really do look forward to my own summer vacation. Father’s day went very well, this year. Of course, as often ends up happening, we spent that evening getting everyone packed. Then Monday was crazy with trying to get everyone delivered to their respective camps. Corey and Marcus are counseling again this year, and I even found a college prep camp for PJ (it’s really aimed for people who’ll be seniors this year, but since he never expected to go to college, it’ll be good for him). Since Chris was accepted as a new teacher here in Bransom, he no longer has to do the job search, so he and Aaron are in Arlington, enjoying 6 Flags, Hurricane Harbor, and whatever else takes their fancy, without having a mess of little ones tagging along. Even Van’s gone. He’s not ready for sleep-away camp, but he’s spending these two weeks at the YMCA day camp, and at night, he’s going to be spoiled rotten by a couple of nights with his grandmothers. When they get tired of him, he’ll be visiting his uncles and cousins, where I’m sure he’ll be spoiled even further. And me?

Well, Monday, after getting everyone off to camp, I was already in work mode, so I gave my office a thorough cleaning and caught up with filing all my new library material. That got me through most of the day, until I was ready to collapse in front of the TV with a couple of new DVDs that I hadn’t had the chance to really watch.

I spent almost all day Tuesday by the pool. Things weren’t quite as hot as they had been (which means, in Texas, that it would take an hour for eggs to fry on the sidewalk), so it was very comfortable. The phone didn’t ring once, and I was able to finish the Jim Butcher novel I was reading (Dead Beat - for some reason I didn’t catch the Dresden Chronicles until recently), and started on the last novel of Star Wars: Legacy of the Force.

But Wednesday - that’s the day I was really anticipating. If you’ve been reading these in order (rather than skipping around) you know that I’m really just a big kid at heart, and that I love my games. That’s the great thing about the collectible-card games - you can pick them up and play a game whenever you have a few minutes, then not worry about it. You can’t do that with role-playing games, so I don’t get to do those often. However, I have a group of young friends who usually game together; and, when I have some spare time, I enjoy running a marathon session for them. That’s what we did Wednesday.

You’ve already met Mike Guice, Terry Smith, and Barrett Seely. Like my boys, Gene Gamill and Jason Taylor were both at camp, so we were playing with a smaller than usual group; but, that worked out okay, because our newest members, Joss Wilbanks and Tim McDaniels were able to come.

Joss and Tim are fairly new to role-playing, but I’ve known them for a while now. The two of them go to Young, instead of Sanger, so they don’t know my kids very well, but they’re both just finished sixth grade, so will be in class with Ryan and Misha and Huck next year. I first met them about 3 years ago, when they got interested in comics. More recently, they’ve gotten involved in role-playing. They, and a few of their friends, tried to get a game of Dungeons and Dragons going, but complained that none of them knew how to Dungeon Master. I set them up with an older boy who’d been playing for a while, who ran a session for them at the store, so they could see how it was done. Later, I invited the two of them to attend one of my occasional marathon sessions. I think they liked the idea as much so they could see my house and meet my kids, as so they could learn a new game.

Joss and Tim are a funny pair. Like I said before, they’re both sixth graders, and both older than Huck (they’ll both be 13 this fall). From what I’m told, they’ve lived next to each other and been friends as long as they can remember. Joss is an only child, and Tim has no brothers, only two younger sisters, which probably makes them even closer. Tim is obviously the leader, not just because Joss is pretty laid back, but because Tim is always ready to do something, full of energy and get up and go. Not that Joss is lazy, but Tim is just shy of being ADHD.

The two have especially become something of an Odd Couple version of Mutt and Jeff, since Joss has hit his growth spurt, but Tim is still a bit on the small side. I think they started the year with Joss about two inches taller than Tim. Assuming Tim grew an inch or two this year, then Joss must have grown six or seven. I think Tim stands about 4'10", but Joss must be about 5'2" or 3". Both boys are fairly nice looking.

Joss always wears his hair a bit long, about collar length, until his mom makes him get it cut. Technically, he wears it parted to the side, but it seems like, if he doesn’t remember to push it that way, it’s mostly hanging down in his face. He’s starting to get a little trouble with spots (acne), but not enough to detract from his looks - rather, it makes him look more adolescent. He has beautiful, soft brown eyes, almost velvety, with pleasant features and rather round cheeks that give him a boyish look. While I love his hair, especially the way it gets red highlights during the summer, I think his best feature is his smile. He’s become a bit shy about it, since he had to get braces this past winter; but, that makes it even more special when he forgets and let’s it sneak out.

Tim isn’t as good looking as his friend. I think Tim’s real problem is, he’s too small and boyish to be handsome, but his features and bone-structure are too strong for him to be cute. Not that he’s bad-looking, it’s just that he’s neither fish nor fowl. His nose is big for his face, but very nicely shaped, and with a hint of a button on the end. He has wonderful blue eyes that make me think of sapphires. His hair used to be blond, but it’s slowly darkening to a rich brown color, except during the summer, when the sun bleaches it back to blond. Give him a few years and I think he’ll be knock-em-dead handsome. In the meantime, he’s certainly not hard to look at.

Both boys are smart, but Joss is a straight ‘A’ student. Tim doesn’t worry about ‘A’s. As long as he makes a ‘C’ or better, which keeps his parents off his back, he’s happy. (Tim mostly makes ‘A’s now, though. He used to skip turning in a lot of homework, knowing he could make the grades up on the tests. His dad caught on to him, and arranged for Tim’s teachers to contact him whenever homework isn’t turned in on time. Then, Tim gets a spanking and has to do the homework, even if the teacher won’t accept it late. If you have to do it anyway, you might as well miss the spanking, so his grades are much better.) Tim’s even the one who came up with Joss’s nickname.

[If you’re interested, Joss’s real name is Joseph Henry Wilbanks, Jr. His dad already goes by Joe, so they called him Joey. At some point, he started hating it. I think it was when someone pointed out to him that Joey was the name of a girl on Dawson’s Creek. As someone who was called Jackie for the first 11 or 12 years of his life, I can empathize with him. Joseph was what he was called just before getting a spanking. I asked about his middle name, and his reply was that he "might as well hang a ‘kick me’ sign on my back." Joss, being a comic book fan, and 11 years old, at the time, thought about going with either Spike or Hellboy. His mom apparently cut that idea off shortly. Then, Tim saw the name of the writer for the Astonishing X-Men, and thought it sounded good, so he suggested it to his buddy. And, Joey has been Joss every since.]

The role-playing game started by the pool and we played for about 4 hours. It wasn’t too hot that day, so we stayed out there, breaking only for lunch and a little horseplay in the water. We ended up finishing the adventure about 7pm. Most of the guys called their parents to come pick them up; but, Joss and Tim were staying the night with me. Tim had just come back from their annual, family reunion, and his little sisters were staying with an aunt who had daughters about their age. Tim had suggested to his parents that he and Joss might stay the night at my house, leaving the parents free to enjoy a night out, like they used to. They thought it was a great idea. Joss and Tim liked the idea, because we were planning to watch a couple of movies I’d told them about, that they’d not seen, in the home theater (Romancing the Stone and Jewel of the Nile).

Since we finished up a little earlier than I’d expected (but not hoped), I decided to take the boys out for dinner. One of the worst things about having more than a dozen kids living with you is, it’s hard to eat out, and almost impossible to eat anyplace that doesn’t ask, "Would you like fries with that?" I planned on going someplace nice, but wanted company, which meat Joss and Tim got lucky. I’d put them in Ryan’s room, since it has two double beds, and they’re all 12 years old.

Of course, before we could go eat, I had to make sure all the other household residents were fed. I asked the boys to feed the outside dogs for me, while I went around and fed everybody else. I finished with the fishies, and when I came downstairs, it was to find Joss and Tim tearing around the house like madmen or cats. They stopped as soon as they saw me, and looked a little guilty. "Would you guys act like this at home?" They accepted the brief lecture, and then I told them to go get ready for dinner.

In case we had time to do this, I’d told them to bring some decent clothes, and I sent them to Ryan’s room to change. When I finished dressing, they weren’t in the living room, so I went to check on them. They were through changing, but looking around Barry and Misha’s room.

I startled them when I asked what they were doing in there. They explained they’d not seen pass-through (Hollywood) bathrooms like ours, and were just looking. I pointed out that they had no business snooping, and that, while I didn’t mind them opening a door, once they saw it was someone’s room, they should have shut it and left. They looked chastened and apologized, so I dropped the matter, even though I was beginning to get a little irritated with them.

Dinner went well though. I don’t know how often their parents feed them steak and lobster, but they seemed to know how to behave in a nice restaurant. I love my kids, and all of them are into comics and/or gaming to some extent, but Ryan’s the only one that really loves them like I do. I manage to have a quiet meal with Josh (the 29-year old who’s my assistant manager, not my son) once or twice a month, but we end up talking about work as much as anything. With Joss and Tim, I had the chance to talk with people who shared a lot of my interests, but whom I hadn’t known for 16 years. It was fun.

Back at the house, I went to change out of my dress clothes. When I came back, planning to ask if the boys were ready for the movies, I found them running around again. They had taken off their shirts, were still wearing their nice jeans, and were chasing each other with Silly String. It cleans up pretty easily, but it does still require cleaning.

They tried to make their apologies again, but I didn’t even want to hear it this time.

"Just get your stuff together. I’m taking you home."

"No, please don’t!"

"Yeah, Jack. We’re sorry."

"You must not be too sorry. I already got on you twice tonight, but here you are doing practically the same thing again. And, that’s not even considering where you got the Silly String. I‘ll bet you didn‘t just happen to bring it with you."

"We’ll be good. I promise. Right, Tim?"

"Yeah. We’ll even clean it up."

"I don’t care, guys. I don’t want to have to mess with you anymore. Get your stuff together."

"Please don’t. If you send us home, my dad won’t let us come over anymore."

"Well, you should have thought of that before you started fooling around. You can’t tell me you didn’t know better."

"Just give us one more chance. Please!"

"Guys, let me tell you something. If my kids had been running around the house, I would have given them one warning to stop. I wouldn’t have given them any warning about going in someone else’s room without permission or taking a toy that didn’t belong to them without asking. They would have been over my lap getting their rear ends heated. Some of their friends -if they’d been acting like that over here - would have gotten one warning, but not a second one before they got spanked. Heck, I wouldn’t even give my adult friends two warnings. I mean, I’d send them home instead of spanking them... well, I might spank one or two of them..."

"Like who?", Tim interrupted me.

"Like none of your business. The point is…"

"That means we know whoever it is," Tim said to his friend.

Joss just glared at the other boy, then poked him in the side. "Would you shut up. You’re just making things worse." Then he turned from Tim to me. "We’re....I’m really sorry, Mr. Wells. I know we did wrong. Do you have to send us home? I mean, if you’d spank your kid’s friends; and if you’d even spank some of your friends, shouldn’t you give us a spanking?"

"I could, but the reason I didn’t already suggest that is because we are friends, and I want us to stay that way."

"But, I’m friends with my dad. Please, I’m really sorry, and I promise I’ll learn my lesson, but I wanna come back and play Rifts and stuff. Please?"

"Well, Tim? Is that what you’d prefer, also?"

I think Tim had a little doubt in his eyes. He turned to look at his taller friend for a second, then turned back to me and quietly said, "Yes." Then Joss elbowed him in the ribs, and he added, "Sir."

"All right. You two go clean up the String, then come into my office, and we’ll take care of that."

I received two mumbled assents, and watched for a minute as they started cleaning the mess they’d made. Then I went to my office.

Sorting through my paddle drawer, I selected the ones I was using on my own 12 year olds. Because the three boys ran the gamut of sizes, I had the two I used on Daniel and Huck (the regular one and the one with holes that I saved for special occasions), the one I usually used on Ryan, and Barry and Misha’s. I was still trying to decide a few minutes later when the two boys came into the office.

"Did you clean it all up?"

"Yes, sir," Joss answered me. Tim just nodded.

"All right. I’ll trust you on that; but, if you’re not sure you did a good job, you should go double check." They were sure, so I moved on.

"I know you two aren’t really friends with my boys, but you’ve been around them. Do you know how I spank them?"

"You mean with a paddle," Joss asked, "or do you mean...?"

"He means he spanks their bare butts. Right?"

"That’s right."

"That’s okay. That’s how our dads spank us, too."

"Both of you?", I asked Joss, who just nodded.

"All right. You might as well drop those jeans, then."

Suddenly they seemed a little shy. Now that I actually had them getting ready, it must have felt like a different situation. Still, they didn’t hesitate long before their belts and flies came unfastened. Neither of them were saggers; but, like so most boys these days, their jeans were pretty loose, and as soon as they took their hands away from the zippers, Tim’s jeans fell to their ankles and Joss’s hit his knees.

Joss knew the drill and began to lower his boxers. He then looked at me and stopped. I was just staring at them. Both boys were in boxers, and I was thinking how much nicer it had been when boys only wore briefs. Joss’s boxers were down far enough behind him to expose most of his rear end, but they were only down far enough in front to show that he had a pretty decent bush. Tim hadn’t started to take his boxers down until after Joss had, and had stopped when his friend did, so he was standing there with his thumbs inside the waistband, but they really weren’t down. Both of the boys were watched me for a minute, before Joss finally spoke.

"Jack...?" That brought my attention back to them. Then I nodded over my shoulder, to the paddles laying out on my desk.

"I’m trying to decide what I should use." I showed them each of the paddles, and told them on whom they were used. "You see, I consider it easier - if two boys are getting spanked together - to go first and get it over with. So, I usually let the younger boy go first. If the boys are the same age, it’s probably because it’s one of my sons and a friend of his, so I let the friend go first, since my son should know the rules better. So, I’m trying to decide which paddle I should use on each of you. I’ll probably let Tim go first. He’s not younger, but he is smaller."

Tim cleared his throat. "Jack? Since Joss is bigger than me, you should probably use that paddle with the holes in it, ‘cause that’s sorta like what my dad uses on me. Also, you should let Joss go first, ‘cause he ain’t used to getting spanked as much as I am."

"You get spanked pretty often, Tim? How much?"

"Ummm... I think I’ve got three since school was out. Mom spanked me twice, and...No. Four. Mom spanked me twice, Dad got me once, then my Uncle Larry got me and Steve (that’s my cousin) last week, when we were at their house."

"We’re two and a half weeks into summer vacation, and you’ve already had four spankings?"

"Yes, sir. Mom says she always has to settle me down when school gets out, or I’ll be crazy all summer long."

"Oo-kay! Joss, how many spankings have you had since school got out?"

"None."

"Do you remember when your last one was?"

"Yes, sir. Do you remember when you took us to see Speed Racer?"

"Yeah. That was right before Mother’s Day."

"Well, Dad got mad at me ‘cause I hadn’t done all my chores, and he said I could either stay home to do them, or get a spanking and do them the next day."

"And that explains why you were so antsy that night."

"So," I continued, "Tim’s had about two spankings a week, and Joss hasn’t had one in over a month. I think we will let you go first, Joss; but, I also think we can use this paddle," I said, holding up the one I normally used for Huck and Daniel, which was still 15" long, 3" wide, and a quarter inch thick, "instead of the holed one. You might benefit from the holed paddle, but I think this is more fair to Joss. Besides, I can always use the holed one if there’s a next time. But, for now, go ahead and get those boxers down, then you can come here, Joss."

Both boys dropped their boxers down to their ankles with no more hesitation. Joss started to walk...hobble towards me, but I stopped him.

"Let me explain a couple of rules before we get started. I believe in giving boys corner time after spankings, so they have a chance to think about what they’ve done and how they’re going to correct their behavior, but also so they can calm down and collect themselves, before they have to deal with anyone. Okay?" The both nodded. "After you’ve both been spanked, but before you go to the corner, I’m going to give you both a few extra spanks, so you can both be crying when you start the corner time. While you’re in corner time, you need to keep your nose to the wall, you do not move around or look around. You do not talk. You keep your hands by your side, or you can cross them over your chest. You may NOT rub your bottom. Doing so will get you back over my lap. Joss, that counts for while you’re watching Tim’s spanking also. I will tell you when your corner time is over, so don’t ask me. Do you both understand?"

They both agreed that they did.

"Good. One last thing. Do either of you need to relieve yourself before we get started?"

"Huh?" "He means," Tim supplied, "do we need to piss. Yeah, I guess I’d better."

We watched Tim start to hobble out of the room, then he reached down and started to pull them up from around his ankles.

"Tim!" he froze and looked back towards me. "Did I tell you that you could pull those up?"

"No, sir, but I gotta go…"

"First, you should ask, not just decide what you want to do. If you don’t want to walk like that, then take ‘em off."

Tim looked at me for a minute, then took a couple of more steps with his ankles hobbled, before stepping on the end of one side, then pulling his leg free and repeating it. When his jeans were laying free, in a tangled wreck, he kicked his boxers off, then strolled from the room naked, but for his socks.

Joss just stood there watching his friend‘s antics. I took the time to covertly check him out, as I leaned back in my chair. Tim had been barely more than a little boy. His dick really wasn’t any bigger than Johnny or Josh’s. The only sign I’d seen that he was approaching puberty was that I had been able to tell that he actually had two balls, rather than it looking like one tight little sack. Joss had a decent amount of hair on the upper base of his penis. Enough that you could easily see it, but not nearly as thick as it would get. The bush still hadn’t spread to his balls or the lower base of his dick, it was just on the upper edge, rather like an inverted mustache. His legs were still as smooth as his face and belly. His balls were nearly walnut-sized, but they didn’t hang real low. I was guessing that, as soft as it was, his dick was only about three inches long. No telling how big it might get hard; but, even at just three inches, the head still hung down a bit further than his ball sack. I had no doubt that he could cum, but I wondered if he’d discovered it yet. Then I remembered the way he and Tim had reacted to each other’s nudity; or, the way the hadn’t reacted to it. I’m sure Tim hadn’t changed very much in the time Joss had known him, but Joss had changed a lot in the last few months. The fact that Tim hadn’t shown any curiosity, or even taken a quick glimpse, suggested that he knew exactly what his buddy had. It made me curious about what they’d been doing. It also made me wonder if Joss did know he could cum.

After a minute, I spoke up. "Joss? You’re going to have to wait through two spankings and then about 15 minutes in the corner. You sure you shouldn’t take a quick leak?"

He thought about it for a minute, then nodded, so I sent him to my bathroom, and watched his still hairless bottom as he hobbled out of my office. By myself for a minute, I reached into my pants and adjusted my stiff dick, so it was a bit less obvious, and not quite as painful. Then I picked up the paddle and waited for them to return.

Tim didn’t seem at all uncomfortable about being bare in front of me. I’d noticed Joss fidgeting a bit, and it looked like he wanted to cover his privates a couple of times, though he never did. Tim seemed perfectly comfortable standing there. I tried to think of a way to ask him about his and Joss’s history together, but nothing suave and subtle came to mind. It was finally Tim that broke the silence.

"Jack? I really am sorry that we acted up tonight. I’m not saying that ‘cause I want you to not spank us. I know we deserve it. I don’t know why we did that stuff. We were just playing, but I know it was wrong. Are you really mad at us?"

"No, I’m not mad. I just want to make sure that you don’t do it again. I would love to have you guys around here more often. I want you to keep gaming with us, and I hope you can get to be friends with my kids. But, if you’re going to hang around here..."

"We’re going to have to behave," Joss interrupted me as he came back in. "Right? That’s pretty much what my dad always says."

"Then your dad’s a wise man. And now, I think we put this off long enough, and someone needs to get over my lap."

Joss didn’t argue. He came to me in that funny, stumble-footed way you have to walk when your ankles are hobbled by your jeans and underpants. He knew what I expected, and went over my lap without me having to say anything else, though it took a bit of adjustment to get him placed just right, since we weren’t used to each other. Once I had him in place, I dropped my left knee a bit, and raised the right, to elevate his rear end. Joss was lean, and I knew he’d just had a growth spurt, so I was a bit surprised that he had even a half-way decent bottom. The fact that it had pretty severe dimples was evident as he tensed to push himself up my lap a bit, but as he relaxed, it really was a bit rounder than I’d expected. That doesn’t mean it was actually round; but I knew that Joss played soccer and baseball, and his chest was already getting a bit of definition. So I guess I was just expecting a hard, flat bottom, instead of reasonably nice cheeks.

I reached behind me for the paddle, then glanced up at Tim. He had his hands behind his back in a rather casual stance, but he was watching Joss in a way he hadn’t when they’d dropped their boxers. That gave me the opening I’d been seeking earlier.

"You boys have seen each other naked before, haven’t you?"

Joss answered, "Yes, sir."

Tim just shrugged first, but then said, "We sleep over at each others a lot, and go swimming and stuff..." his voice faded away as he reached the end, probably not wanting to explain ‘and stuff’.

"You don’t have to make excuses. You just seemed relaxed, instead of embarrassed. Have you ever seen each other spanked?"

They hadn’t, though Joss told me he’d once been sent to wait in the living room while Tim got spanked, and he’d heard part of it.

"Well, this will be something new for you. I want you both to remember that it took both of you to get in trouble, so the spanking your about to watch your buddy get is as much your fault as his. Got me?"

Two ‘yes, sirs’, and I decided it was time to start.

My hand had been resting on Joss’s bottom, loosely holding the paddle. When I lifted it, Joss tensed. My left arm was on his back, with the hand on his hip. With those fingers, I patted the inside hollow on his belly and told him to relax. He took a deep breath and did. Then I brought the paddle down.

Joss yelped with the first one - more like a surprised ‘Oh’ that he tried to muffle. He tensed up, but I saw him take a deep breath and force his legs to relax again. Not so much noise with the second swat, but I heard his breath hiss in between his teeth. Because of his size, I’d started spanking him like I would have Huck or Daniel; but, as he wiggled with the third swat, I decided to tone it down a notch, about to what I’d give Ryan. That seemed to be more appropriate, though he was still crying soon. At first it was pretty quiet, but it quickly grew louder, then he started really squirming as the swats continued to land and his bottom grew a darker red.

As Joss started trying to cover his bottom, I paused to shift to my left a bit. This allowed me to wrap my left arm further around his waist. He still tried to cover himself, but his arm wasn’t quite long enough to reach around mine and still get in the way. It also had my hand resting on his lower belly, and I could feel the soft, but wiry, stubble of his pubic hair against the side of it. As I went back to paddling, his right hand was straining to reach, and I could feel his left pushing against my back, trying to reach around the other way. His legs were really kicking now, though I don’t think he was trying to get off my lap.

Joss was crying really hard now; but, he wasn’t howling yet. I didn’t really want him howling, though. I was disappointed in their behavior, and didn’t want it repeated, but these two really were my friends, and I think this was as much to set the limits as it was to punish them for doing things they’d known were wrong.

I put the paddle behind me, then took my left hand from his waist. Reaching in front of him, I helped Joss sit up in my lap. He was instantly on my shoulder with his arms around me. I held him tight against me. I looked up at Tim. Mostly he looked worried, but there was a gleam in his eye that suggested maybe seeing his buddy spanked hadn’t been all bad. The fact that little Timmy was standing up and looking around suggested that it had maybe even been good, and that Tim and I had more interest in common than just fantasy role-playing and comics. After a minute, I patted Joss on the back.

"C’mon, Pal. We don’t want to keep your buddy waiting any more, do we?"

Joss sniffled out a no, then gingerly got up from my lap. Fresh tears were still running down his flushed cheeks, over already dried tear-tracks, as he stood, shifting his weight from foot to foot, trying to ease the burning sting. As he started to reach behind him, I snapped, "No rubbing," and he stopped, then shook his hands for a minute, before folding his arms across his chest. He started bending his knees next - probably flexing his cheeks.

"Stand up straight and hold still, Joss."

He did, and looked at me with his watery eyes, before saying, "Yes, sir."

I think Joss was too worried about his hot, stinging bottom to have noticed Tim’s stiff, little peter, but noticed that Tim was trying to subtly cover himself. I thought about drawing Joss’s attention to it by telling Tim to move his hands, but decided against it. It could be fun, but I didn’t want to risk breaking their friendship.

I watched Joss for a minute to be sure he was going to mind, then motioned Tim to get over my lap. He shut his eyes for a second and I saw more than heard a small moan, before he came to me. He was much easier to get in place than Joss was. After he’d laid over my legs, I could feel his stiff, little boyhood stabbing against my thigh. I just grabbed him by the hips and lifted him so his bottom was nicely centered, and his penis wouldn’t rub so much against my leg. As soon as he was in place, I felt him wrap both hands around my left ankle.

Tim isn’t into organized sports like Joss is, but he still has plenty of energy to burn. He was lean, but a bit softer than Joss, and he had a nice round bottom. It wasn’t flabby, but was round enough that you couldn’t really see the dimples. I gave each cheek a pat and squeeze before reaching behind me to pick up the paddle.

"I don’t think I need to say anything else. You know why you’re in trouble. Joss has already paid for acting up; are you ready to pay your share?"

As I asked, I was lightly dragging the corner of the paddle around his bottom, and saw Tim shiver. Joss was watching intently, as I lifted the paddle. As soon as Tim said, ‘yes’ I brought it popping down.

I know Tim said he was more used to being spanked than Joss was; but, because of the size difference, I spanked him like I would have Ryan, about the same as most of the swats I’d given Joss. After a few swats, his bottom was pinkening, but he just lay there, with no reaction. So, I turned it up a notch, spanking him like I‘d started spanking Joss, and that got his attention. As his round, little bottom quickly began to redden, Tim’s head started to jerk around, and his feet began to – not to kick, but to jerk, almost like someone was testing his reflexes. He didn’t squirm much though, his hands stayed around my ankle, though his grip tightened, and he didn’t start to cry. At least, not where I could hear him.

I’d planned to give Joss and Tim the same number of swats. At about eight short of the total, Tim’s little butt was nearly scarlet, but didn’t look like he was going to bruise. He was squirming more than he had, but still not as bad as Joss had. He was really kicking now, especially when I laid a swat on his thighs, but his legs were too short to try to push himself off my lap. I’d felt his hands leave my ankle. His right hand had come to my knee, like he was going to push himself up, but then gone back down. I lost his left hand for a minute, but could now feel it resting against my hip, just to the left of where he lay. He still wasn’t crying, though. Then I landed another swat on his upper thigh, and it was like a dam broke. Tim arched his back and his head and legs came up, like he was trying to make a ‘U’. He didn’t start to cry; he howled. Then he went limp and collapsed across my lap. In an instant, Tim went from quiet, to completely broken bawling. I placed four final swats right on the spot where the legs and buttocks meet, to make sure he’d feel it for a while, whenever he tried to sit down. Then I sat the paddle down behind me.

I rolled Tim up, so he was sitting in my lap. I tried to pull him into my shoulder. His eyes were crunched shut, his nose was runny, and tears were running down his face, but he put a hand against my chest to stop me. He opened his mouth and tried to say something, then stopped and coughed, before trying again.

I was trying to watch his face, but couldn’t help glancing down to his lap. Little Timmy didn’t seem to be very happy anymore. Since Tim didn’t have any brothers and had never seen Joss spanked before, there was a good chance he’d never had this reaction. I wondered if I should make time to talk to him about it, or just let it go. It would probably best to just let both of them know they could come to me with questions if they wanted. Tim was finally able to clear his throat and softly told me, "I—I - I’m sowweeee."

"I know you are, sweetheart. And you’re forgiven."

With that, he dropped his hand and let me pull him against my chest. As he sat there, I looked up at Joss. I’d checked several times, and his hands had shook with wanting to rub the sting from his bottom, but he hadn’t done it, and I decided they’d both had enough.

"C’mere, Joss."

He came over to me. I opened my right arm, and Joss kneeled down, putting his right arm around Tim’s shoulder, to reach my back, and wrapped his other arm around me. I pulled him in tight, pressing his bare chest to Tim, and rubbing his back with my hand. After a minute like that, with Tim’s crying starting to slow, I let my hand trail down Joss’s back, and rubbed his bottom.

"It’s still hot," I whispered to Joss, before giving it a squeeze.

His breath hissed in through his teeth, as he grimaced. "Yeah! It’s still way sore, too."

I smiled at him and gave his bottom a light pat, then returned to rubbing his back.

"You both remember that I promised you some more swats and some corner time, now?"

Tim moaned, but Joss replied, "Yes, sir."

"Well, I think we’re going to skip that tonight. IF..." I interrupted, before they could get to excited, "you both promise me that you’ll try to behave from now on."

They both tripped over their tongues trying to assure me of their promises.

"This is the time where I’d usually give my boys a kiss. Is that okay with you."

Joss blushed a bit, but nodded. I put my hand on the back of his head, to pull him down, so I could kiss his forehead, but he leaned in and gave me a kiss on the corner of my mouth, allowing me to do the same to him. Then I looked over to Tim, who’d said nothing.

"Would you prefer I not?"

"No, it’s okay." he told me, trying - but not succeeding - in sounding reluctant.

I did pull him in and kissed him on the forehead like I normally did the boys, and he was smiling a bit, as I let him go.

I let Joss stand, and helped Tim up from my lap. With the threat of more spanking gone, Joss was showing a little more life. His penis wasn’t hard, but it was no longer laying over his testicles, either. It was drooping a bit, also standing out some, and it was probably closer to four inches now, than three.

I told the two of them that they should get a shower and get ready for bed, while I got the movies and made some popcorn. Tim instantly sat on the couch, to remove his socks. As soon as he sat down, he yelped and came right back up, before carefully easing himself back down.

As I turned to go, Joss stopped me.

"Jack?"

"Yes?" I replied to him.

"Can we rub our butts now?"

I had to laugh. "Yeah, you go ahead."

While Joss was busy trying to rub the sting out of his rear, I led Tim to my bathroom. He was playing with the controls while I fetched a clean towel and washcloth for him. I could already see steam forming, so called over my shoulder to him.

"Tim. Don’t get the water too…"

His yelp told me I was to late with the warning.

"…hot, it’ll sting your butt."

Oh well, he’ll remember next time.