Kevin Wales
It was the end of Ryan's first day in seventh grade, and he was telling me all about it as we sat in the kitchen. The other boys had already finished their snacks and wandered off to play, but Ryan had waited until they were gone, so he could have my undivided attention.
It turns out that they still start the first day the same way they did when I was teaching middle school, which is actually the same way they did it when I was in middle school. All the kids turn out to the gym, they put the grades in separate parts of the bleachers, then a teacher calls names and takes her class to their homeroom.
Ryan's first comment, of course, was why I couldn’t change our last name to Aardvark or something (mostly because I couldn’t introduce myself as Jack Aardvark with a straight face). Like him, however, I did get really tired of waiting for the ‘W’s in alphabetical order.
Anyway, once they got to homeroom, their teacher assigned them seats, until she got to know them. Instead of up and down each row, the teacher went across, so Ryan ended up sitting next to a kid named Kevin Wales. They spent several minutes comparing family trees, trying to find out if they were cousins, until their teacher handed out some paperwork, and they learned that the names were spelled differently.
Still, even though they aren’t related, the two of them turned out to have a lot in common. Both of them are in the advanced math and language arts class. Kevin's not into regular comics, but he loves manga and anime. He didn’t do RPGs, but he did play Yu-Gi-Oh! They even have some of the same favorite books - like the Percy Jackson and Alex Ryder series. It seemed like their biggest difference was that Kevin was in band, but Ryan's in choir.
It wasn’t hard to tell that Ryan had made a new friend.
Kevin quickly became a regular visitor at our house, which wasn't a problem with me. Not only is he a pretty nice, fairly polite, and generally well-behaved kid (which is about like saying perfect when it comes to 12-year old boys), but he’s also pretty darned cute, in a slightly weird way.
Kevin is a very light boy. His mom has told me that he nearly has to be slathered with sun block pretty much all summer. His hair is a very fair blond, that he wears in a pretty basic bowl cut, but it’s thick and straight and makes me a little jealous. He has grey eyes that are just slightly wide set, and they change a lot depending on what he‘s wearing that day. His eyebrows are about the same blond as on his head - thin and light enough that you have to look close to see them, and his eyelashes are even worse. It doesn’t look bad, but it does give him a somewhat alien look (which is the slightly weird part). He has really nice features to make up for it, though. Not that they’re anything special - there's no one thing you can point a finger at and say, that’s a really nice whatever. It’s just that his face fits together really nice: his cheek bones aren’t prominent, but his cheeks aren’t chubby, either; his nose has just a little button on the end; and, his lips are full enough to avoid being thin, without being pouty. The most special thing about his face is that his lips, maybe because of his fairly pale coloring elsewhere, are a deep, rich red, that make it almost look like he’s wearing lipstick.
Kevin isn’t real big, just slightly taller than the twins, and not quite as big as Barry. Of course, his birthday's late in the school year; so, even though he’s in seventh grade, he’s only about 8 months older than Barry. I’d guess that, when I first met him, he was only about 4’10" and weighed maybe 85 pounds.
He dresses nice, though I have the feeling that might be more his mom's choice than his. It’s not that he’s always wearing Tommy or Ralph Lauren, it’s mostly that his clothes fit, which is a bit unusual these days. Like my kids, he wears a lot of Dockers and not so many t-shirts. The result of him wearing slacks that fit properly is that it’s easy to see that he has a pretty nice rear end and that he still wears briefs. Once again, I have a feeling that it might be more a parental choice than his, but he doesn’t gripe about it. He says a couple of guys tease him about it, but it’s not that big a deal. From his multiple times sleeping over, I think he’s an exclusive Fruit-of-the-Loom guy, in briefs and tees.
It quickly reached the point where it wasn’t unusual to see Kevin several days a week, often with him stretched out on the floor of Ryan's room playing Yu-Gi. He gets along great with Mickey, Barry, and the twins, and even tolerated Daniel and the little guys. Mainly though, he and Ryan were pretty much best friends.
It was about the middle of October, a Wednesday night, and Kevin was spending the night with us. That’s against the normal policy, but his mom had a chance to accompany dad on a pretty nice business trip (Las Vegas), so I took pity on them. Kevin had spent the night with us before, and they’d always had a good time; but, he also knew the rules. Not only did they do their homework right away, but Kevin even helped Ryan with his chores, so they could get around to the fun stuff more quickly.
I remember Ryan came up to me after dinner that night. "Dad? Can we listen to some of your albums?"
With his Broadway tastes, Ryan usually listened to show tunes. He wasn’t crazy about rap or country, but I’d been introducing him to classic rock and he’d developed a taste for it.
"Sure. Help yourselves. But you know the rules."
"Put ‘em back where I found ‘em if I want to sit down."
"You got it, champ."
"I wanted Kevin to listen to one, but I can’t remember which band it is."
"Well, what do you remember?"
"The song I was thinking of is Come Fly Away."
Okay, there was a long pause while I ran a memory search, but I had no idea what song Come Fly Away is, and I told him so. He gave me a serious look with a twist of his mouth that let me know he thought I was being a deliberate idiot. Ryan's a good kid, but there was a glimpse of the teenager he could become in that glance.
"It’s the song about the guy who thought they were angels but they were really aliens," he explained in a voice just dripping with exagerated patience.
I’m surprised he didn’t hear the click or see the light bulb.
"Come SailAway, Ryan. Sail! The band is Styx. The album with that song is The Grand Illusion."
I managed to wait until they were gone before I laughed.
There was one big difference between Ryan and Kevin, which was that Ryan didn’t have any trouble with my rules and limitations on video games, while it drove Kevin crazy. Kevin loved video games and felt that it was abusive of me to not allow them to play as much as they wanted. I think a lot of that had to do with the fact that Kevin had a Playstation 2, while the play room had a Playstation 3 and X-Box 360, or maybe it was because we had the new Batman Lego game. Either way, Kevin was not happy when I made them stop playing video games even before dinner.
After dinner, he begged and pleaded for extra screen time, but seemed to settle down when I spent some time teaching them Magic. Ryan wanted to listen to a bedtime story, and, since Kev was a guest, we put away the book we'd been going through and read a couple of Dr. Suess that had all the boys in the room with us, and left all of them rolling on the floor.
Ryan's my youngest one downstairs, so after I had him in bed, I turned out the lights. I trust Caleb and the older guys to get themselves to bed when they need to, but I still have to make sure Daniel gets in bed on time. After that, I have a little time to myself. Everyone was in their room, so I turned all the other lights off, then went to my office to catch up on my forums.
Most nights, right before I turn in, I usually go back upstairs to see if anyone's still awake. If they are, I might just say good night, or I might talk for a little bit. Though he’d hate for it to get out, Bobby still likes to get tucked into bed occasionally. He was reading, waiting for me, so I sat down on the side of his bed and we talked for a minute, then I tucked the covers up around his neck, gave him a peck on the cheek, flipped off his light, and headed towards my room.
As you might imagine, since this is listed as a spanking story, I did not go quietly on to bed. I might have. I could have. However, as I was coming down the stairs, rather than looking to the left, towards my own bedroom, I glanced to the right, where my attention was arrested by a strange, glowing light. If I didn’t know better, I would have sworn it was the flicker of a television. Of course, all my boys know what a bad idea it was to be watching TV after bedtime, so I was sure that wasn’t it. I would have assumed it was aliens landing, except there's not a window directly into the play room. My curiosity aroused, I went to see if aliens had landed inside my house.
Nope. Not aliens. It was Kevin, sitting in front of the TV in his briefs. Kevin who, assuming that having all the lights out meant everyone was asleep, had snuck out and was playing Playstation 3 with the headphones. Pretty smart actually. To bad for him that his friend's dad likes to wander around in the dark.
Of course, with headphones on, he couldn’t hear me walk up behind him, so he jumped about five feet when I tapped his shoulder. Once he’d landed and was sure he wasn’t going to have a heart attack after all, I asked him if he had any excuse for not being where he was supposed to be. He just stared at me, so I reached forward and pulled the headphones off. He’d had the volume on them turned up high enough for me to hear the game while holding them at arms length.
"Turn it off, Kevin."
"But I’m…"
"But you’re already in deep trouble, so you’re going to mind me. Is that what you were going to say."
It was hard to tell in the dim light, but I think he blushed as he nodded, then he turned around and turned the machine off.
"What did your dad tell us when he dropped you off?"
"Jack… Please, I’m sorry."
"I’m pretty sure that’s not what he said, Kevin. Do we need to call him and double check?"
Kevin's eyes went wide at the threat and he shook his head. "Don’t call him. He said you should spank me."
He’d said it so quietly that I was tempted to make him repeat it, but I think my point had been made.
"Hand me your shorts, Kevin."
I’d been mistaken. His eyes hadn’t been wide before. Now they were and he stood there, wildly looking around, as if for some way to escape. He stuttered once or twice before managing to get the words out.
"Don’t spank me here, Jack. Please!" he begged.
"I’m not going to. After you were so respectful as to use the headphones while you broke the rules, I’d hardly be so rude as to risk you waking the other boys with your crying. But, you are going to mind me."
Kevin flinched when I suggested he was going to cry, but when I held my hand out, he stiffened.
"Unless of course, you’re going to keep disobeying me, in which case, I guess we’ll risk them waking up and coming to see what's going on."
This idea obviously didn’t appeal much to Kevin. A sound escaped his lips that was somewhere between a groan and a sob, then he stuck his thumbs into the hips of his briefs and shoved them down his legs. As he stood, he held the briefs out to me in one hand and covered his boyhood with the other. I caught a quick glimpse, and thought about protesting, but I was sure I’d have a chance to see what was there to see when the light was better, so wasn’t going to worry about it, especially since the glimpse looked like he was totally pre-pubescent.
Taking the briefs from the boy, I motioned towards my office. "Let's go." With both hands now covering his privates, the boy reluctantly led the way to my office. I certainly didn’t mind him covering his front anymore, because the back was an excellent view. It had always been obvious to me that Kevin was a fairly typical pre-adolescent boy; he was lean and flat, without being hard or sculpted. He really didn’t have a waist at all. He had a slight bit of hips, but not much. His bottom was more back than across, but it was still very nice, and the cheeks were slightly dimpled, even when he was relaxed and walking, and had a slight separation between then, rather than being pinched right up together. Calling it spankable didn’t do him justice.
The main light in my office hangs from a ceiling fan and is normally left off. The switch next to the door controls the track lighting, which is all indirect. You couldn’t read by it, but it gives enough light for most other activities. I flicked that on as we walked in, then shut the door behind us. I crossed over to my writing desk, turned the spanking chair to face the room, then motioned for Kevin to stand before me.
As soon as he was where I'd indicated, I turned sidewise to the desk and flicked on the lamp. Pulling the paddle drawer open, I dug into it for a moment. Sensing eyes on me, I looked over my shoulder to see Kevin staring into the drawer in dread fascination. I guess I could understand that. The items I were seeking weren’t far from the top, so it only took a few seconds before I pulled my hand from the drawer holding Heat and Red. I turned back to Kevin and weighed the two paddles in my hand. Finally, I made my decision and dropped Heat back into the drawer, before pushing it shut.
"This is the same paddle I use on Barry, Kevin. You’re not quite as big as he is, but you are older, so I think it’ll be fair to spank you the same way I do him, don’t you think?"
He stood there for a moment, obviously thinking about how to answer, and apparently decided it was time for a Hail Mary pass.
"Jack, you don’t have to spank me. I promise I’ll never do it again. I’m really sorry."
"That’s not the point, Kevin. The point is, you broke the rules. Not only that, but you deliberately and directly disobeyed me. Now, it’s time that you face the consequences of your actions. And what are those consequences going to be?"
"You’re gonna spank me," the nervous, naked, 12-year old answered quietly.
"That’s right, so let's get you over my lap."
I already knew that Kevin was used to laying over his bed for a taste of his dad's belt, so this was going to be a novel experience for him. I also knew that he had been punished bare bottomed before, but apparently not often (not often enough, at least, I guess). I took his arm and pulled him around to my side, then took him by the hips and pulled him forward so he leaned across my lap. Then I reached one hand behind him and placed the other on his lower belly, then guided him forward across my legs. You could tell he wasn’t excited, but he wasn’t resisting me either. He’d probably remembered the threat his dad had made about what would happen if he gave me any trouble.
As I increased the pressure on his lower back, he finally couldn’t keep him balance any longer and fell forward. I saw his hands finally uncover his little privates as they flew forward to catch him, but I still had a hand on his stomach, and actually had full control over him.
Once he was in position, I began to lightly rub my hand across that sweet little bottom. He jumped at the first contact, then settled down when he realized it hadn’t hurt. I continued to lightly stroke his cheeks as I started to talk.
"I realize you’re not used to the paddle, Kevin, so this is probably going to be hard on you; but, I want you to understand that it’s exactly what you deserve." I could feel him start to protest, but I really wasn’t interested. "Kevin, I don’t expect the kids’ guests to know all the rules, but I very clearly explained to you how much time you’re allowed to play video games each day; didn’t I?"
He very quietly answered, "Yes, sir."
"And I think I made it clear that your bedtime wasn’t optional, didn’t I?"
"Yes, sir," he answered again, even more softly - almost a whisper.
"And I know that, when you asked me if you couldn’t play some more video games later, that I explained the reasons why not. Didn’t I?"
He sounded ashamed of himself as he admitted it.
"Then you not only broke two rules, by playing more games than I allow and by being out of bed when you weren’t supposed to be, but you also directly disobeyed me, by playing games after I specifically told you not to. Isn’t that right?"
"Yes, sir," he answered again, a little louder, but nearly in a sob.
"Then can you tell me one legitimate reason why I shouldn’t wear your little bottom out?"
"No, sir. I’m really sorry." There was a brief pause before he continued. "I deserve it, Jack." His voice was firm, but damp, and I was sure that, if I could see his face, his eyes would be shiny with unshed tears; yet, there was something in it that made me think he really believed it, and wasn’t just trying to get some mercy.
"Yes, you do, Kevin. And I’m glad you realize that. The problem is, you did three very serious things. You actually deserve three separate spankings," I felt him wince as I announced that little idea, "but I don’t think your little bottom here," I said, firmly grasping his right cheek and giving it a shake, "could take that much. So…"
I paused for a moment, trying to decide what would be fair without being abusive. I could feel the poor kid tense as he waited for me to continue. I probably should have put him in the corner while I thought this over a little better; but, I’ve been dealing with boys long enough that it wasn’t that hard to come up with the right solution.
"I think that the direct disobedience is the worst of it, Kev. For that, you’re going to get a spanking right now. Okay?" I paused for an answer and saw him nod his acceptance of the information, if not the spanking itself.
"For being out of bed, I’m going to give you a choice. You can either go to bed an hour early tomorrow night, or you can take a hand spanking at bedtime, right before I put you to bed." He started to answer, but I stopped him. "I don’t need to know right now, Kevin. You can tell me after dinner tomorrow night.
He’d probably change his mind fifty times between now and then, but it might help him to start considering the consequences of his actions.
"Finally, for going over limit on the video games, you can either lose your game privileges for the rest of your stay this time" (which would be four days, thus fairly hard on him), "or you can take six with the belt after school tomorrow. And I don’t need to know what you decide until after school tomorrow."
"Now," I continued, "are you ready for this?"
"Yes," he replied in a voice we both knew meant no.
I reached behind me and lifted the paddle. He tensed as he felt me turn, but I simply reached underneath him with my left hand and pushed up on his belly a bit.
"Lift that bottom back, put your toes on the floor, and spread your legs a bit."
He was clearly reluctant to obey me, but he did; though it took a couple of minutes. When he was finally back in the proper position and ready, I smacked the paddle down on the upper slope of his bottom.
Even though he was expecting it, Kevin gasped as the paddle cracked against his bottom. The paddle was just a little too wide to track three strokes down his bottom without a little overlap; but I wasn’t too worried about that. As I started moving down his left cheek, he was jerking with each swat, but really seemed to be trying hard to take it well. As I switched the paddle over to his right cheek, he began to squirm. He was the one who’d chosen to stay up late, so I wasn’t worried about taking my time between each swat. I gave him several seconds between each, so that he could enjoy the full sting from each smack. Just as his squirming slowed, I’d encourage him to more speed with the next stroke.
Kevin wasn’t at all happy as the paddle moved back to the center of his bottom and began moving down again, and he began to let me hear about it. He wasn’t loud about it at first; but, by the time I placed a couple of swats on each of those pretty little dimples, an occasional, definite sob was escaping him.
It was the legs that undid him. Two on the inside of his upper left leg, then the outside of his right let, before I put two more on the other side of each leg and he was crying - not loud, but heavily. As I started back up on his bottom again, he couldn’t control it anymore and began to yelp each time the paddle smacked down on his already reddened cheeks, crying a little louder after each swat.
I don’t expect boys to be stoic when they’re getting a real spanking. Kevin kicked and squirmed and was crying loud and hard by the time I moved back to his legs; but, he’d never really tried to cover himself or get away, and that’s what I think is really important. Those are the things that, to me, show the boy is trying to accept his punishment. Not that his acceptance spared him from the finale.
After placing another set on his legs, I moved to the sit spots. Three slow, solid stingers to each spot, then ten more, five to each side, but rapid fire - not especially hard, but so fast I doubt it took five seconds to give all of them. He’d already crescendoed when I placed the last two, real burners, right across the smile. His back had arched up with the agony of those last swats, and he collapsed after the last two, crying his heart out. He was exhausted: literally worn out.
I dropped the paddle behind me and rubbed his bottom for a minute until he began to show a little life, then I let him up.
For some reason, Kevin was no longer concerned about his modesty. As soon as he was on his feet, he reached behind him and began to rub his bottom. Gingerly at first, but then more aggressively as he apparently realized his hands weren’t going to catch fire from touching it. As the sting began to ease a bit, he became more active and his whole body got into it. He was still crying loud as he began to dance in place, trying anything to reduce that burn.
I’d been wrong, though. He wasn’t pre-adolescent. His little dickey might have been slightly bigger than Barry's or one of the twin's; but, as he danced around, you could tell that his sac had started to loosen up a bit - enough so they could bounce around as he danced - and his balls, while still pretty tiny, weren’t as quite small as those boy's still were.
I gave him a couple of minutes to work off some burn (while I enjoyed the show), before I stopped him.
"This is the part where I usually give my boys a hug, Kevin. Would you…?"
I didn’t have to ask twice. He was still crying pretty hard, and I carefully worked him into my lap. We sat that way, not talking, as his crying slowly faded. After a bit, my leg was falling asleep, and I was sure we both needed to be in bed. That’s when I realized he’d fallen asleep in my lap.
I gently stood up and carried him back to Ryan's room, where I carefully laid him on his belly and tucked him in, even giving him a kiss good night, before I turned the last of the lights off, and finally crawled between my own covers.
Kevin was a little hard to awaken the next morning. Ryan had already showered by the time Kev got up and headed towards the bathroom, which was when he realized he’d still been naked when he got in bed the night before, and that Ryan had a perfect view of his little rear, which Ryan hastened to assure me was still a nice, pinkish color. Which made it a much lighter red than Kevin's face when Ryan told me that.
If you’re curious, Kevin did go to bed an hour early the next night. I don’t think he even minded too much, since he was short on sleep from the night before. His other decision was a harder one. He told me he’d gotten called out twice for not concentrating in class, because he was so upset about having to make the decision. I was about to chose for him, but it was only Thursday and he wasn't going home until after school Monday, so he finally decided he just couldn't live without getting to play video games that long. We went to my office, I had him take off his belt and hand it to me. He was starting to unfasten his pants, when I grabbed his arm, spun him, and gave him six mediocre swats on the seat of his slacks. He danced around a bit, and did some yelping, but they weren’t nearly as bad as they could have been - not by a quarter - and I’m sure he knew it. I explained to him that I'd wanted to make him think about the consequences of his action, and I was sure that he'd learned the lesson I intended. On the other hand, I warned him that I wouldn’t go easy on him next time, and it would be six 'tail-blazing strokes bare', if he we ever had to do it again. He promised me there wouldn’t be a next time, and I think he honestly meant it..
You could even say he kept his promise; if he meant that he promised not to sneak out of bed to play video games. If he meant to promise that I'd never have to spank him again, he missed. Of course, the next time Kevin was involved in a spanking at my house... But that would be telling.