Justin Eades Part 1

Justin was 12 in the fall of ‘99, which means he’d just started seventh grade. He was big into Pokemon that year, but I’d known him for a little over two years. He’d first come into the store when he was 10, and he was already playing Magic at that time. He’d been a regular customer every since, and was a good one, though he never spent a lot of money. He’d first started coming to the store just after he (and his mom and little sister) had moved to town after she and his father divorced. I don’t know what happened to the dad, but I know that Justin never saw him.

Justin was very cute. I’d say about average size for a 12 year old. He was at that height where it was impossible to guess whether he’d hit puberty or not He was right at 5', and weighed about 90 pounds. He wasn’t the least bit chubby, but it was hard to say anything else, since the clothes he wore wear as loose and baggy as most of the other kids wore. I never actually saw him sagging, so maybe they were a little snugger than average. Justin had hair that was a slightly dark, almost coppery red, and beautiful blue eyes that were bright and shiny - almost crystalline. His complexion was as light as you’d expect of a red-head, but he had very few freckles, on his face anyway.

Justin came to pretty much every tournament I held, including Thursday nights. His mom worked Thursday evening and his sister was at a baby-sitters, so the only way he could come was if I took him home after I closed the store. Justin was intelligent, asked good questions and actually listened to the answers, and was fun to talk to, so I never minded taking him. Plus, it didn’t add more than about five minutes to my drive.

As I said, Justin lived with his single mom and little sister, so he was never able to get all the cards he wanted. When Pokemon started, things got even tighter for him, since he was trying to keep up with two games. Justin was normally a very cheerful boy, but one Thursday night, he was complaining about how hard it was too build a really good Pokemon deck. This was at the height of the Pokemon craze and the prices on the cards were fairly ridiculous. He wanted to trade me some stuff, but the stuff he had was stuff I wouldn’t have even taken from most people. Still, Justin was one of the boys who’d slipped into my soft-spot, so I made him an offer. A couple of offers, really.

I explained how I priced things, and how I determined if I needed an item. Going by that, I would offer $4.50 on the cards he wanted to trade, which was less than a fourth of what he wanted to get. I offered to give him that, and we would try to figure some other way for him to get the balance he needed. He didn’t like that, because he was trying to finish a new deck for Saturday’s tournament. So, I made him the second offer.

"If you’re willing to prove that you want it bad enough, I’ll give you the two cards you need for those."

He was really excited at the idea, and it took a minute for the obvious question to work to the front of his mind. "How do I prove it?"

"By taking a spanking."

Justin hesitated a moment, but only a moment, before agreeing. The Magic tournament was already over for the night, but it wasn’t quite closing time, so I told him he’d have to wait a bit. In the meantime, I got the two cards he wanted, then threw in something else I knew he’d been wanting, but hadn’t been able to afford. In return, I had him do a couple of quick chores for me, so he could tell his mom he’d traded me some cards and done a couple of things around the store, if she asked.

At 9:00 pm, I locked the doors, and Justin watched me close the register, like he did most every week. He was much more nervous than normal, however. He finally asked what had been bugging him so much.

"How’re you gonna spank me?"

I felt really stupid, because I usually arranged those details before hand. Still, it wasn’t a big deal. He could always change his mind about the trade, if we couldn’t agree on something.

"That’s a good question, Just. I know what I mean by a spanking, but there’s no reason you should. I’ll tell you what. How about you decide: would you like me to spank with your pants down, or would you like to make a bet on it?"

"What kind of bet?"

"Well, what if we flip a coin? If it’s heads, then I pull something down. Two flips, so if they’re both tails, you get spanked on your pants. If it’s one of each, you get spanked on your underwear. But, if it’s two heads..."

"I get it on my bare butt."

"You got it. Which do you think?"

"Flip."

"Okay. Now, normally when I spank a boy, I don’t quit until he’s having a good, hard, loud cry. However, you aren’t in trouble, so I don’t think we have to spank that hard. How hard do you think I should spank you?"

"Hmmmm... What’re you gonna spank me with?"

"I think my hand will be enough."

"Well, the cards you gave me are worth 26 bucks, and the deck protectors are another 7. How about you give me 33 swats?"

"What about the credit for the cards you gave me?"

"You didn’t really need those. You just took ‘em to be nice."

"You don’t think 33 is too many?"

"Nah!"

"That’s a few spanks, Just. Have you ever had a spanking before?"

"Yeah, my dad used to spank me when him and mom were still married."

I almost wished I hadn’t asked, because I could see a look of nostalgia cross his face when he mentioned his dad, but nostalgia almost always seems to include a sense of loss.

"So, that’s what... 2 or 3 years ago."

"Yeah, but he used a paddle. If you’re just using your hand, I can take it."

"Okay. 33 it is."

It only took a few minutes to finish the paperwork. Then he and I headed towards the back room. As I started that way, I patted my pockets. "Justin, get a quarter out of the register, would you?" He stepped back and grabbed one, then quickly caught up with me, flipping it as he came.

In the back room, I sat down in a straight-backed, armless chair that was conveniently there for some reason. I’m sure I don’t know how it got there, but it always seemed to stay in that spot. (That was meant ironically, in case you didn’t notice.) Justin stood by my side, and just a little back. I took the quarter from him and balanced it on my thumb.

"Let it hit the floor. Okay?" he asked. I had no problem with that.

"Sure." I’d knew how to catch it and make it come up heads, but hadn’t really thought about cheating on him. The coin went up in the air and we both watched as it arced, then started back down. When it landed, we both leaned towards it.

"Heads.", he said in a disgusted voice.

"C’mere, and lift your shirt."

Justin took a step towards me, then lifted his plain, blue tee-shirt enough to expose a smooth, pale, but flat and fairly firm belly. He held the shirt high enough for me to be able to see his lower ribs, but not his chest. You could see his body tense as my fingers found the fly of the denim shorts he was wearing; but, he didn’t step away, lower the shirt, or try to stop me. I’d learned a long time before that it’s easier to undo a snug button if the zipper is already loose, so I slid that down, then undid the button. The shorts spread apart, exposing a snowy white pair of Fruit of the Loom briefs. I’ve always thought that was a marvelous sight, and it’s even more so in these days of boxers. Justin always wore fairly loose clothes, and I’d never known that he wore briefs. I would have been content right there, but we had another flip to go.

"Would you like to do this one, Justin?"

He nodded, took the coin from me, and flipped it into the air. We both watched it again. It bounced once and landed near his feet. He bent forward to see what it was, and I leaned back, watching that snug cotton hug those firm little cheeks, and almost hoped it was tails.

"Heads.", he said in a disgusted voice. I didn’t say anything, and he turned back to me, lifting his shirt again. I slid my fingers into the waistband of his briefs on either hip, then slid them down.

When you’re undressing a 15-year old, you expect him to be hung decently and to have some hair. When you’re undressing a ten-year old, you expect a hairless, baby peter. Justin was the perfect age and height where I didn’t know what to expect. His little penis was still pink and white, and still smooth and hairless. And it was a little penis, but not a little boys. It was maybe three inches long, just a touch longer than a little boys would have been; but, it was chubby - a little thicker than my thumb, rather than thin as my pinky. What really said he was in the first stages of puberty was that his sac hung down between his legs. It looked funny with his little dickey, but you could see his balls were going to be impressive, since they were already about as big as pecans.

With his shorts and briefs both down to his knees, Justin let me guide him over my lap. I don’t mind spanking older boys, but I do love it when the bottoms are still smooth. Justin’s was very nice, with slight traces of dimples on either side, but nicely pronounced at the back. I let my hand play over either cheek for a minute, then rest on the full slope of the left one.

"How many spanks did we decide?"

"33."

"You ready?", I asked as I raised my hand.

"Yes, si..."

He was cut off by my hand landing on his bottom.

Thirty-three smacks isn’t enough to do a great job, unless you want to hit pretty sharp with each spank. I don’t like to do that. I’d rather give a lot of spanks than a few real hard ones; though, I can smack pretty hard when I want. Anyway, I wasn’t trying to punish Justin. I just wanted to see that little bottom get red. And his bottom wasn’t huge. I could cover one cheek in just three swats, barely missing any spots.

Justin took his spanks pretty good. He didn’t jump or yell. He was a little vocal, but not loud. I smacked one, two, three down on cheek, then the same down the other. Then three right down the crack. Since this wasn’t a punishment spanking, I considered the legs pretty much off limits, so I then went back to the top of his cheeks and went down again, this time placing one swat at the top of each before moving to the middle.

About half way through, Justin’s little ouches and oohs turned into a strange little noise.

"Justin, are you crying?"

"No."

There were no tears in his voice, so I believed him, but there was only one other thing it could have been.

"Were you laughing? Because if I’m tickling you, I can spank a lot harder."

"No!"

"What was that then?"

He just lay across my lap. My hand was resting where the last smack had landed, and was comfortable there. Actually, I had recognized that noise, I just wasn’t sure it meant the same thing from Justin as it did when I heard myself make it.

"You were laughing, weren’t you. Not because it tickles; but, because it stings and it’s kind of embarrassing, but it is kind of funny in a way, too. Is that it?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, I guess I don’t have to spank harder then."

And, with the last word, I brought the next swat down.

It only took two coverings to reach thirty. By this time, Justin was a little louder in his vocalizations, and it wasn’t anything like laughter now. He was also squirming now; but it was just little wiggles, like he was trying to ease the sting, not escape attempts.

After the thirtieth swat, I brought my hand down on the lowest slope of his bottom, once on each side. Then I rested my hand again.

"Have you been counting, Just?"

"No. I thought you were."

"Hmmmm. Well, I think we’re at about ten now."

"No way!"

"Joking. I was counting and you only have one left. I guess I’d better make this a good one."

His cheeks tensed as I lifted my hand from them. I took good aim and brought it in right across both cheeks, with the pad where my fingers meet my palm aimed right at his little hole. This time, he really yelped and jumped. I gave him a moment, while I enjoyed the rosy glow of his bottom, with that one red spot, where the last smack had landed; then I helped him up from my knees.

As soon as he was up, Justin reached behind him and began to rub. It took a moment for me to decipher the look on his face. He wasn’t mad, but I think he was a bit surprised at how much heat came from ‘just’ 33 swats. I guess rueful was the best description. I don’t think he regretted the deal, but he might have received a bit more than he’d expected. The rubbing was making his front side bob in an entertaining manner. Since he was trying to look back over his shoulder, I was free to enjoy the show. After a minute, he turned so he was facing away from me.

"Is it real red?"

"Not really. Go take a look." I pointed to the full-length mirror that hung next to the time clock. (I ran a casual business, but I still expected my employees to be neat and clean before they started work.) He hadn’t squirmed a lot, but he’d still managed to work his jeans and briefs to his ankles, so I got to enjoy watching Justin shuffle over to the mirror - especially the play of those tight, glowing little cheeks.

This time, he held his shirt up in one hand, nearly to his neck, making him almost totally nude. He wasn’t ripped, but he had the firm, lean body you’d expect from an active twelve-year old, and I did enjoy looking at it, while he looked at his rear. Then he turned his bottom towards me and pointed at the one spot that really was red.

"That’s where you gave me that last swat." It was more of a question, than a statement, but I still answered him.

"Yes it was."

"The rest of it’s not really red."

"Like I said, you weren’t really in trouble. I just wanted to see how bad you wanted those cards." I paused for a minute and looked at him, as he turned back to face me. "Was it worth it?"

"Heck yeah! I’d do it again."

"Okay, come here."

"I didn’t mean right now!"

"I know. I was joking again. But, we’d better get you home now. You want to get dressed, or are you going like that?"

He gave me one of the smart-aleck looks that teenagers do so well, then started fixing his clothes.

The rest of the evening went quickly, and almost normally. It didn’t take long for him to get his stuff while I locked up. However, I was watching close, and I did catch a little wince when he got in the car and sat down.

"A little warmer than you expected?"

"Hey. I ain’t been spanked in years. I forgot about that part."

I don’t know how many of you know anything about Magic: the Gathering, Pokemon, or Collectible-Card Games in general; but, if you’re interested, Justin took first place in his age bracket and third place at the tournament overall that weekend, which was the best he’d ever done. After Ryan had announced the places and given out the prizes, Justin came over to me.

"Those cards were just what I needed Thanks a lot."

"No problem. Are you still sore?"

"Not even a little."

"Was it worth it?"

"Way worth it."

"Good. Then maybe we should start getting your Magic deck ready for the next Juniors tournament."

I smiled at him, but he got a rather surprised look on his face and reached behind him to cover his bottom. Then he smiled at me.

"Maybe we should do that next week."