Josh's Role Play Group:
Meeting and Heating

I’m not sure why Josh suddenly got interested in role-playing games. Ryan’s been playing and running games for years now, and we had his group in the house on a regular basis. Yet, over the recent Christmas vacation, Josh asked Ryan if he could watch. Later, he asked me if he could have a game of his own.

Getting a role-playing group up and running can be a challenge, but it’s a lot of fun. That is to say, it’s fun for the kids, and it’s also fun for me, since I enjoy having the kind of kids who enjoy these games hanging around. I was happy to help Josh set it up, and the two of us spent some time talking about how to get things started.



By Thursday night, we’d made a list of who he thought would be interested, decided how many people would be the right number, talked to a couple of Ryan’s friends who were willing, able (and extremely happy) to help out, made information packets so the invitees and their parents would have a clue what was going on, and were now sitting back to await the guests.

The only minor problem was that Friday, 14 Jan, the day for which we’d scheduled the party, was Charlie’s birthday. Not that big a problem, we just ate dinner a little early. I still had plenty of munchies for Josh and his group—and believe me, munchies are part of the role-playing experience.

There were a couple of problems with the attendance. A couple of people whom Josh had thought would be interested weren’t, or just weren’t able to spare that much time. He’d begun by talking to his best friends—Johnny, Bryce, Doug Marchant, and Riley Malone. All four of them had fallen into one of those two categories. Then, two of the people who’d wanted to come—Ethan Wheeler (Ryan ‘Wheels’ Wheeler’s younger brother) and Mike Martinez—had either had family plans or ended up getting grounded (in that order).

Still, with KC helping me GM (that’s Game Master—the one who runs the whole circus), and Tim McDonald playing so the guys had a good idea of what to do, four friends would have been enough.

And then we had a weird surprise: Bradley Eazersky came to the door.



Bradley is a sixth grader, who’s been friends with Bryce for at least a couple of years now. They’ve not been good friends, which is to say that Bradley’s not over here all the time, but they do get along. I think it’s most accurate to say that Bryce and Bradley like each other, but usually have someone else they like more. On the other hand, I think Bradley and Rory Dugan have become good friends, and we’ve been seeing Bradley more this past year.

Bradley’s a bit hard to describe. He’s cute, but, at the same time, he’s not—especially not lately. His worst problem is that his ears and nose seem to have outgrown the rest of him. Which isn’t to say the rest of him isn’t trying to keep up. Though he’s only a sixth grader, Bradley’s already nearly as big as the twins, at 4’11" and nearly eighty pounds.

I actually like Bradley a lot. He’s a self-confirmed geek, and proud of it. He mostly wears comic book t-shirts, with jeans that actually stay (mostly) at his waist. He even wears tighty whities. His hair looks rather like a slightly used scrub brush. He keeps it fairly short, and it usually looks like it may have had a brush run across it since he last slept. It’s a very non-descript color that’s someplace between dark blond and light brown. It does make a good match for his grayish-blue eyes.

It was a bit of a surprise when Bradley showed up and only more so when he asked to speak to me. Apparently Bryce had mentioned Josh’s upcoming role-playing group to Rory, who’d mentioned it to Bradley, who’d been dying to find a group he could join.

The real surprise was when he fell to his knees and grabbed my pants leg. I mean, this boy was literally begging to be included.

"Sorry, Bradley," I explained to him. "I’m running it, but it’s Josh’s game. You’d have to ask him."

"Is he home right now?" the boy enquired, looking up from his groveling.

"Yeah, I think he’s in his room."

I had to follow. Sure enough, Josh got the same treatment.

Bradley didn’t seem at all fazed by the other boys laughing at him—I think he enjoyed it. And after that display, Josh couldn’t resist inviting him to come. After all, a big part of role-playing is acting, and Bradley was obviously good at that.



One of the nicest things about this group is that it allowed me to meet a lot of Josh’s new friends. I think he, more than Johnny, has been branching out and making new friends. Part of that is because Josh has always been a little quieter than his brother. He’s not a couch potato or a video game addict, but he does like doing things like reading and playing games a lot more than his brother does, so a lot of their friends tended to be Johnny’s friends who were also friends with Josh. Now Josh seems to be making more of his own.

Of course, some of the new friends, I’d met before—like Cody Abbott, Josh’s partner in crime from earlier this month.

All of Josh’s new group are typical adolescent (or late, pre-adolescent) boys, which means I think they’re all pretty darned cute, but I think Cody’s probably the cutest of them. He has thick, medium-dark blond hair that he wears long enough to cover his eyebrows and brush the top of his collar, and he gives it that slight swirl to the left that seems to be getting popular these days. His clear blue eyes give him that Cali boy, surfer look. He has a cute little button nose, and a full, lower lip that just avoids being pouty. He’s also slightly bigger than the twins—I’d guess about 5’2" and maybe 85 pounds.

Since Cody and Josh have become friends, he’s been spending more and more time over here. I think the only reason he didn’t live here over Christmas break is that his parents were both able to get off, and they spent a lot of the time visiting relatives.

You see, Cody has three siblings, but he’s the only boy. While his older, high school age sister (I think she and Daniel are in the same grade) isn’t spanked anymore, both of his younger sisters are, yet Cody informs me that he still manages to get over half the spankings handed out in the family. He blames that on a distinct bias against boys in his house, which could be true, but I think he’s ignoring another possible reason.

Cody called me after he and Josh received the spankings for violating Cody’s big sister’s privacy. I later talked to his Dad and was a bit surprised that he hadn’t known about the call. Cody mostly called to apologize to me for getting Josh in trouble.

"I hope you don’t hate me or nothing, Mr. Wells."

I’d told Cody before and since he can call me Jack, but in this case, the mister seemed appropriate.

"I don’t hate you, Cody. I’m not even mad at you. It wasn’t a good idea, but Josh is more than capable of getting himself in trouble, or deciding not to do something he knew was wrong. It may have been your idea, but you didn’t make him do anything. Besides, it’s not like you didn’t get your own spanking, from what your dad said."

I could practically hear Cody blushing over the phone as he explained that his father had a variety of ways he spanked, depending on what he’d done. A typical, ‘don’t do this again’ spanking was just hand on boxers, but this one had been hand on bare. And then, when he’d thought it was over, his dad had let him up, only to tell him to get the belt.

"That was really scary, ‘cause he’s never whipped me after I got spanked," he explained, still sounding a bit traumatized.

Cody left out the begging and pleading that I’m sure occurred then, since he’d already admitted he cried, ‘just a little’, from the hand spanking, but he did fetch the belt, then got over his bed for ‘ a coupla pops’, to stress the idea that he has to quit harassing his sisters.

Somehow I doubt the lesson was learned, but at least he’s gone more underground with it since then, from what Josh has passed on to me.

Cody’s actually pretty interesting to talk with because he loves science fiction, fantasy, and comic book stuff, but doesn’t like to read.

"I’m not real smart," he told me, when I was telling him about some book.

He got very offended when I reached over and thumped his ear.

"I do NOT tolerate that kind of talk in this house, mister."

I’m not sure if he was more surprised that I’d actually thumped him, or that I thumped him for dissing himself.

He explained to me that he struggles to get B’s most of the time, but he left that day with a skeptical look and a stack of books.

He was back the next day, and I received a call from his mom asking if I knew where the pod people had left her son.



Of course, I already knew Brandon Jerrell, as well. I knew he was friends with the twins, but when I first met him, it was as one of Noah’s friends. Over the fall, the kids sometimes had games, usually home games, where they had free time between the end of school and when their game started, but not enough time to get home - especially for the bus kids - so there were some Tuesday nights when Noah would bring some kids home with him for a warm meal. Brandon was one of those.

Despite the fact that he turned thirteen a couple of weeks ago, Brandon is still tiny. He’s only about 4’9" and wouldn’t weight 75 pounds if he were soaking wet. However, Noah, Mickey, and Johnny all assure me that he’s the fastest kid in school. I doubt he’ll keep playing football past middle school, but he’s living his dream right now, and made a number of touchdowns this year.

Brandon has light brown hair that he wears slightly longer than Cody does his, but Brandon’s is too curly to give it that edgy swirled look. Which isn’t to say it’s real curly, it’s more like mine, where it twists and curls at the ends. His hair’s actually a little longer than I like on boys, but Brandon has a lean, nearly triangular face with a strong chin, and the hair makes a great frame for it. He has a fair complexion with rosy cheeks and hazel, nearly amber, eyes that give him a friendly, wholesome look.

Brandon’s an only child who lives with his divorced mom, though he has visitation with his dad on a regular basis, but I think he still enjoys hanging out over here, and having a bunch of surrogate brothers.

I was rather surprised when he joined the role-players, but apparently he not only loves to read, but has an older cousin who’s a Dungeons and Dragons player, and has really built the game up for Brandon, so he was excited about the chance to try.



Ant was one of the school kids I’d not met before. His real name is Anthony Bertinelli, and his parents started off calling him Tony, but he’s apparently much smaller than his big brothers were at his age, so they started calling him Ant, and it stuck. That’s not to say he’s especially tiny, but he is a bit smaller than the twins, who are about average, and only reaches about five foot , and maybe 77 pounds or so.

Ant is the baby of the family, with two older brothers and an older sister. I overheard him in the twins’ room complaining that his brothers both say he’s spoiled, but he says that he still gets spanked ‘all the time’, while his eighth grade sister, who is the bane of his existence and the root cause of a lot of the spankings, ‘never gets spanked for nothing!’

I think I fell in love with Ant this weekend. He has dark brown hair and eyes, but a complexion with only a hint of a Mediterranean tan, and is really pretty average looking. However, when I was taking the guys up to my game room, where I let the kids run role-playing groups, he started to drool as we passed my library. Before he left Saturday, the two of us spent nearly an hour in there, with me showing him around and him listening avidly, not just about books, but asking questions about a lot of my keepsakes. He left with several books that day, and has already called twice and made repeat trips.



Dennis Archer is the member of the group that nearly didn’t happen.

I met Dennis a couple of days before the game was set. His father had called and asked if they could visit us for a talk about the invitation.

I hate things like that, because I never know exactly what the other parents want to discuss, and some parents can be unbelievably picky (and overprotective) about the kid staying over.

That wasn’t the case this time.

It turns out I’d met Dennis before. He’d come home with Johnny for cookie day. I’d just not seen him since then.

Mr. Archer explained to me that he was very nervous about Dennis coming on a sleepover, and I settled back to be bored by another lecture on how sensitive Dennis was.

Dennis certainly didn’t look sensitive. As a matter of fact, he looks like he could be Bobby and Mikell’s little brother. His face and features have a very similar structure to theirs, he has almost the same coloring. (The only difference is, while Mikell’s eyes are hazel, and Bobby’s are a bit browner, Denny’s are a true green.) He also has the same build they both did at that age—slightly taller than average, about 5’4" in Denny’s case, and lean, maybe 112 pounds.

Well, sensitive is not what this meeting was about. Denny is very concerned about his image. While he’s a straight A student, he tries to keep people from finding out about it. Dennis is an athlete who plays baseball, soccer, and basketball. He wanted to play football, but dropped it so he could do the other stuff. He loves to read and enjoys fantasy and comic books. He’d even bought and read one of the books for the role-playing game that I’d chosen to run that weekend. He was really looking forward to it. He shyly admitted to me that he mostly played video games so he could talk to his jock-friends about them.

The problem with Dennis was, as smart as he is, he made some stupid decisions. At the start of the school year, he went on sleepovers a couple of times, and neither of them ended well.

"The first time, I thought it was just a fluke. We had… a talk about him settling down and behaving like he would at home. But the second one… Well, let’s just say the police brought him home. I think I made a good impression of how unhappy I was about that, but he’s not been on a sleepover since then."

I was keeping half an eye on Dennis while his father was explaining this. Between the wince on his face and the squirm in his seat, I had little doubt where the impression had been made.

"Mr. Wells, I don’t want to be overly strict with him, and I don’t want to suck the life out of him, but I want to make sure he has plenty of supervision. You probably don’t know it, but I’m an electrician, and I work with Curtis Malone sometimes. Since I knew he lives around here, I asked if he knew you. I have to say that he’s really impressed with how you deal with the kids. He says you’re great at supervising them and treating them friendly, without letting them get disrespectful. I think that’s what Denny really needs… If you’re willing to still have him, after you heard all this."

Dennis had been doing a good job of looking half bored and half apologetic as he listened to his father explain this to me. Now he just looked nervous, but there was a certain amount of pleading in it as well.

"Dennis, I don’t know what happened those other times, and I really don’t care. People screw up and do things they wish they hadn’t done. I’m only worried about one thing: this is something Josh is really looking forward to. Is this something you really want to do?"

"Yeah, Mr. Wells. My cousin does a lot of this kind of stuff and he says it’s really fun. Plus, Alexander and Brandon and some of the guys say it’s really cool over here. I swear I’ll behave."

"All right then, it sounds like we have a plan."

Denny took a minute to thank me, then I sent him and Josh off to do a quick tour. Mr. Archer waited patiently until the boys were gone, then turned back to me.

"There is one other reason that I wanted Denny to come over here… Well, I know it’s not popular these days, but I whup Dennis. Usually it’s just a couple of swats with a paddle to let him know he needs to straighten up, but sometimes, like the last time he went on a sleepover, I give him a good, ol’ session with the belt, like my dad used to give me. That’s why… Well, I hope you don’t mind Curtis mentioning it, but he said you spank your boys and you’ve spanked his. That’s why I figure it’s safe to leave him over here. His friend Devon—that’s where he stayed when they came home with the cops—well, Devon’s mom couldn’t believe I was being so harsh on him. She just called it ‘boyish mischief’, and that was with her not even knowing he got whipped, too. I figure, since you spank your own kids, you’ll let me know if Denny gets out of line. I hope you don’t think I’m being unfair to you…" and with that, his voice just trailed off.

"Not at all," I assured him. "I know how even good kids can get out of hand sometimes. The only thing I really worry about is having someone over here whose parents don’t want to control them or enforce any consequences. It makes it a lot harder to deal with my kids when their friends are doing the same thing and getting away with it. As a matter of fact, some of my kids have SHARED spankings with the Malone kids, which lets them know they’re all expected to behave."

Mr. Archer barked out a short laugh when I said the last.

"Well, maybe that’s what Dennis really needs. I’ll tell him that if he gets into trouble, you’re likely to take care of it yourself instead of calling me. That’d really have him worried."

I shared a smile with him, not taking him too seriously, but hoping it might happen. We left the office, and I gave him a tour of the house, catching up with Josh and Denny in the game room, where they stayed long enough to play a couple of father/son team games of pool. Josh and I won both rounds, but I assured them it was only because we got in so much practice.



Friday night finally came, and Josh was about as antsy as I’d ever seen him. We were having Charlie’s birthday dinner, but started eating a bit early, so as to avoid any conflicts. Bradley showed up a bit early, but was happy to watch Charlie get his birthday spanking and join us for cake, though he seemed a bit offended that I wouldn’t let him have any of the wine.

Over the next thirty minutes or so, the other boys arrived. Johnny had agreed to room with Bryce for the night, so we settled the boys into the twins’ room, as they arrived. The twins’ room can easily sleep four boys, and six if they’re friendly, but I’d carried up plenty of sleeping bags, so everyone that wanted his own spot could have one. The boys each claimed a spot and nested.

When everyone had arrived, I led them to my upstairs gaming room, we took a minute to go over the few, simple rules I was going to enforce (basically no running, no destruction, no playing on the stairs, and don’t violate the noise pollution laws); then we got down to playing.

It was a good night. Considering the conversations that we’d had, I’m not sure if I was surprised or not that Denny was the best behaved of all the kids (except maybe KC). I also wasn’t surprised by Tim.

We were all in the kitchen. It must have been about midnight. We’d all needed a break to make room for more drinks, and I was heating up a batch of snacks.

Dennis came back from Johnny and Josh’s room, drying his hands on his pants.

"Dennis, we have towels."

"Sorry, Jack. I thought they were dry."

He wilted a bit under my glare, but only a bit. Then he recovered and gave me a big grin and a shrug.

"Fine. We’ll, if they’re dry now, how about getting another bag of chips out of the pantry."

"Sure. Hey, Josh," he added over his shoulder as he changed directions.

"Yeah?"

"What’s that little paddle - Red? - hanging in your room for?"

"That’s what Dad spanks us with," Josh answered, with just a bit of blush.

"That? I thought you guys said he spanked really hard."

"He does," Josh protested.

"I can’t believe that little paddle really hurts," Denny said.

"Yeah? Well, take my word for it," Josh said, "It does more than just sting."

"What kind of paddle does your dad use, anyway?" Ant inserted.

"I dunno," Denny replied easily. "Kinda like what they use at school, like…" He held his hands up twenty inches by three, then he held his right hand up and indicated maybe 3/8s or a half-inch.

"Yeah, but how many smacks do you get?" Josh asked, wanting to prove his dad didn’t give wimpy spankings.

"I dunno. Usually two or three. A coupla times I got five."

"On your pants?"

That was Cody. I’m not sure why he was getting into it, but I guess Denny had made himself a target.

"Sometimes on my boxers," Denny replied defensively.

"Yeah," Tim said suddenly, "well, Jack don’t let you keep your boxers on, and he don’t give two or three. He gives more than you can count, like sixty or something."

And suddenly every eye in the room was on him. He was quiet for a second, and then went a cute, deep red.

"Hey, I was younger than you guys when he spanked me."

"Tim," I said warningly.

"Well, I was," he replied. "The first time," he added in a quiet murmur.

I smiled and let it go.

We kept going a bit longer, but I finally forced a conclusion about 3am. That’s the great thing about a game like this—I can keep it going for a long time or wrap it up quickly. Everyone had been yawning a lot and our eyes were getting gritty. I’d been about to put Ant and Bradley into separate corners (nose first), but decided we all needed to get to bed.

I sent the kids to Josh’s room with instructions to get cleaned up and ready to turn in, with a reminder to brush. Tim and KC helped me put things away, before heading across to the teens’ area, where they were going to share Ryan’s bed.

I took a few minutes settling everyone down, but very carefully did not tuck Josh in. Of course, he expected something, and I made sure all the boys got a little attention, even though some of them (and I’m not mentioning Cody by name) were a bit embarrassed about it.



Everyone had a good time, and we enjoyed a quiet, and somewhat late, morning. I made cinnamon rolls for everyone. Some of the kids were expecting to be picked up at certain times, while others called for rides. Soon enough, all the gamers had gone, except for Brandon.

When Josh had invited Brandon for the gaming session, he’d already been invited to watch football on Sunday. His mom, very politely and hesitantly, asked if he could spend the entire weekend so she could take care of some things and have a late date. I assured her we were glad to have him.

And we were. I think all of us were. At least, all of us were, right up until about 6:35, when they called.

"Dad, Johnny’s bike’s got a flat," Josh told me without fanfare.

He and Brandon had wanted to go out, so Johnny had allowed them to borrow his bike.

I took a second to make sure I didn’t snap at him. I glanced at my caller I.D. to see that they were calling on Brandon’s phone. Instead of lecturing, I just asked for directions, and let him know I was on my way to pick them up.



When I got to where they were waiting, it was obvious to me that they would have been really late, even without bike trouble. It must have been equally obvious to Josh, since trepidation radiated from him as we loaded both bikes into the back of the SUV.

We talked just a bit while loading the bikes, but neither boy was feeling very chatty. After the bikes were loaded and the boys had climbed in and buckled up, I pulled back onto the road, then got down to business.

"Brandon, did you hear me tell you boys to be home by 6pm?"

"Yes, sir," he admitted sheepishly, " but…"

"Hang on a sec, okay?"

He made an affirmative sound, so I went on.

"Do you know our house rules about being on time?"

"Josh says he’s gonna get spanked ‘cause we were more than thirty minutes late."

"What’d your mom tell me to do if you got in trouble this weekend?"

"Spank me," he said, rather matter of factly.

"Here’s my problem, sport," I said, as I stopped at a light. "Josh already told you he’s getting spanked. I’m willing to cut some slack, but you guys called me on your phone, so it’s not like you had to look for a payphone. It was already after 6:30 when you called, and I don’t think there’s anyway you could have gotten home before then, even if you hadn’t had a flat."

"On the other hand," I went on, "It’s not like what you did was really getting into trouble. You broke a house rule that Josh knows…"

"I knew it. It’s my fault we’re late." He didn’t sound so matter of fact now, but I was impressed at the way he was taking responsibility for it (unless he thought that, by claiming the problem for himself, he could get them both out of it).

"Go ahead, I’m listening."

"Well, Josh said he wasn’t really sure we were supposed to go to the mall, but I thought it’d be okay. We came up the back way so we didn’t get on the big street, but that took longer than I thought, so we were gonna come back this way to save some time, but I guess it takes a lot longer on a bike."

"You’re saying this is all just because of bad planning?"

"Yeah," he answered, with a definite ‘it sounds so bad when you put it that way’ in his voice.

"Does that mean I should just forget about it and let you off?"

"No, sir," he said with resignation.

"What should you guys have done?"

"Make sure it was okay for us to come up here?" Josh supplied.

"Call you before we were late?" Brandon added.

"Both good suggestions, and both would have helped a lot. Now, what should I do?"

There was a long pause before the two boys answered together, almost like they’d planned to do it, "Spank us."

"There’s one other problem I have, Brandon. Do you know how I spank the guys?"

"You mean on their bare butts?"

"Yes, which is the problem. Didn’t I hear you say that you get it on your boxers?"

"Yeah, but I got it bare before."

His tone was interesting, not blasé or unworried, but still matter of fact. He did seem very nervous about what he was getting himself into, but it seemed to be offset by a strong dose of ‘get it over with’.

"When was that?" I asked, wanting to make sure I wasn’t going to be too hard on him, but also just curious.

"My dad always spanked me that way."

"How long have your parents been divorced?"

"A coupla years, but he’s spanked me a few times since then. And my mom spanked me that way before."

I was trying to decide if it was worth pursuing or if I should move on. While I was waiting, half hoping he’d go into more detail, Josh said something I didn’t quite catch, but he must have been curious, too, because Brandon started speaking again.

"She only did it a coupla times. It wasn’t long after school started this year—sometime in September, I guess—and we was in an argument over something. I think it was something dumb, and I was just in a bad mood because I had a bunch of homework, and she was griping about me not doing chores. Anyway, I don’t even remember what I said, but all the sudden, I knew I was gonna get a whuppin’. Then her phone rang."

"Well," he continued, "Mom told me to go to my room and get my jeans off, and she’d be in in a minute. I did, but while I was standing there, I got to thinking it wasn’t fair, and I didn’t really do nothing, so I took off my boxers. I still got some tighties from last year, so I put a couple pairs of those and some boxer briefs on, then put my boxers back on."

"Well, a few minutes later, Mom comes in and chews me out, then tells me to bend over the bed. I watched her get my belt outta the closet and was worried if she could tell or not, but she didn’t even really look. She doubled that belt up and swatted me. It still stung, but not nearly bad as it usually did. Then she bent down and patted my butt."

"‘Brandon Richard, what kind of stunt do you think you’re pulling?’ she says," his voice, which is normally a clear soprano dropped a bit as he imitated her. "‘Get those off right now’. Well, I knew I was busted, so I took ‘em off and the boxer briefs and one pair of the tighties, too. ‘All of ‘em’, she told me. I told her I didn’t have any more on, but she didn’t care, so I turned my back and took ‘em off, then reached for my boxers after she saw I didn’t have nothing else, but she said ‘Nope, you thought you were gonna be slick—well, here’s what it gets you. Get on over that bed.’"

"You wouldn’t think just boxers’d make that much difference, but they do. I swore I’d never do it again, but next time I got in trouble, it was the same thing. ‘What d’ya got on under those shorts this time, Brandon?’ I told her nothing, but she still made me take ‘em off and whupped me bare again. I guess she just wanted to make a point, or maybe I stayed outta trouble long enough and she forgot it, ‘cause when she whupped me after Thanksgiving, she let me keep ‘em on."

By this time, we were pulling up to the house, so I was silent as I turned into the garage. Once I was parked, I turned around to look at the two of them. Normally my boys would have been unbuckling, but the two of them were just sitting there.

"So you’re telling me that you’ve been spanked bare before, you know that’s how my boys get it, you’ve seen the paddles in their rooms, and you know you broke the rules?"

He thought about it for a second, then nodded.

"All right, let’s get this over with."



Now that sentence had actually been passed, Brandon’s nerves seemed to get a stronger grip on him. Josh, who knew exactly what was coming, looked like he was having to force himself to take every step. Still, both of them kept pace as I led them into the house, pausing only to kick our shoes off.

"Go put your jackets in your bedroom, then come to my office. And don’t make me wait."

It was only a moment between me getting there and the boys arriving. I’d barely turned my chair and sat, when they came through the open door. Josh paused to close it behind them.

Brandon took a few steps into the room, then stopped while Josh closed the door. With that done, Josh stepped past his friend and led the way to me, stopping just to the side, right in front of me, and gesturing Brandon to his side.

"I think we’ve covered most of the lecture already, guys, but I just want to hit a couple of high points to make sure we’re all on the same page."

Josh managed to keep still, but a slight roll of the eyes escaped Brandon. I could understand it, though, so didn’t comment.

"Brandon, Josh knew exactly what the rules were and what was expected of him. He walked into this with open eyes. I wasn’t sure about you, but from what you’ve said, you knew how your mom told me to deal with you and knew what the rules were, so I can’t see any reason to let you off, can you?"

He didn’t answer for a minute, apparently making a serious effort to come up with a good answer, but finally shook his head.

"But we were trying to be on time, Jack," he added to the nod.

"Okay. I understand that. But let me tell you, and Josh has heard this more often than he’d like, I’m sure, but I think I need to go over it one more time. I understand that sometimes things happen. It’s not possible to always be on time. I accept that and try not to make a big deal about things. But this wasn’t just a few minutes. Maybe I’m being too rigid by setting a limit like that, but especially in a family this big, I have to have rules like this so that we can plan and organize things. There is just no way that I can deal with every one of you boys individually every day, especially not and be able to keep up with all the different decisions every day. This is the best way I could come up with to be fair to you guys and to me. Can you understand that?"

They both nodded. I think they understood, but still weren’t happy about being caught up with it.

"One more thing, then I’ll quit talking at you."

Josh winced, obviously not sure that the lecture coming to an end was altogether desirable. Brandon, apparently not used to being asked to actually understand and agree with why he was in trouble, seemed a little relieved, though I did notice his hands steal behind him.

"Do either of you know the main reason you’re getting spanked?"

Since they’d already been told it was for being late, they both figured that wasn’t the answer I wanted.

"For going to the mall?" Josh guessed.

"No, for waiting until you were already more than thirty minutes late to call me."

Now both of them looked distressed.

"I’m not saying you wouldn’t have been in trouble for going to the mall without permission, which isn’t actually out of bounds for you, Josh, but which does show a severe lack of planning. And I’m not saying you wouldn’t have been in trouble for being this late, even if you’d called. But I am saying that you almost definitely wouldn’t have gotten spanked if you’d called me before 6pm and let me know what was going on."

I waited to see if they were going to say anything, but neither of them seemed able to choke anything out.

"I guess this is the hard way to have this lesson driven home, but it is always better to let someone know ahead of time. Believe me, I’ve had a lot of employees over the years, and I’m a lot less ticked off with the ones who call me as soon as they know they’re not going to make it, instead of the ones who wait until it’s already too late for me to do anything."

"We’re sorry, Jack. I’m sorry. I know we should have called…"

I waited to see if he was going to finish, but he seemed to have run out of steam.

"I know you’re both sorry, Brandon, but actions have consequences. You broke the rules, so now you have to accept that. I hope you had a great time last night, and I want you to enjoy spending the weekend here, but if you’re going to be a regular guest, that’s one thing you have to learn. Do you want to go call your mom?"

He thought about it for a second, but then his shoulders slumped, obviously deciding that he wouldn’t get any better treatment at home if he interrupted his mom right as she was leaving for a date.

"No, sir," he said, sadly shaking his head. "I guess I deserve it."

I nodded, then leaned back. I was used to seeing Josh standing next to Johnny, who was blond but the same height or slightly taller, or Bryce, who was dark-haired, but shorter. It seemed a bit odd for him to be standing here, next to someone who was shorter but blond.

Brandon’s hair is a bit darker than Johnny’s, but he’s still definitely blond. He must have been three or four inches shorter than Johnny, though Brandon’s pretty solid, so I doubt the weight difference was even ten pounds. Despite the height difference, Brandon’s face is a bit more sculpted than Josh’s, which seemed to make them look about the same age, or maybe even make Brandon look a bit older.

Josh had been wearing a flannel shirt, but must have left it in his room, since he was now just in jeans and a dark green tee. Brandon was wearing jeans, but with an oversized jersey that hung halfway to his knees.

"Brandon, I think you’ll have to take that shirt off."

He nodded and slipped it over his head, revealing a firm and flat, but still slightly padded, torso. I nodded towards the desk, and he tossed the shirt over there.

"Josh, get that shirt up."

Josh complied, and Brandon watched.

"Hands behind your back or on top of your head, Brandon."

He lifted his hands, then flinched as I reached for his fly.

"I can take my own clothes off," he protested.

"I’m sure you can, but this is how we do it. You’re not changing clothes, you’re being punished, and I don’t want to have to argue with you about it or wait while you make up your mind. Now step back up here."

He looked like he wanted to argue, but I caught Josh shaking his head from the corner of my eye, and Brandon stepped back to me.

I unfastened his belt, undid his fly, then spread his jeans. They were loose enough they fell quickly to mid thigh, exposing Spider-man swinging across his left leg on a blue background. I reached over to Josh and did the same, showing most of his multi-color, checked boxers, except with Josh, once they were exposed, I just yanked the jeans all the way to his ankles. Without having to be told, he stepped out of them. Then I switched back to Brandon. He flinched a bit, but didn’t move away from me, though I did have to tell him to lift when his jeans hit his legs.

Normally, I would have done Brandon’s boxers next, but considering his first reaction, I decided to warn him what was coming, and reached for Josh again. Josh kept his shirt up, giving Brandon a good view as his boxers came down, and Brandon was watching.

Since Brandon was a football player, I knew that he and Josh weren’t in the same P.E. class, but it would have been obvious they’d never seen each other naked anyway by the way Brandon was watching. He was standing in nothing but his own boxers, probably a bit concerned since he knew those would be coming down in a second, and with his hands on his head, he was displaying himself well. Still, he seemed fascinated to see how Josh was developed. It hadn’t been that long since I spanked Josh, and there wasn’t much difference for me, but Brandon seemed to flush just a bit when he saw Josh’s chubby two-and-a-half or so inches, with the pink and white head hanging between two dangling balls, all of it topped by that small patch of dark peach fuzz that was slowly spreading, though which still looked thin enough to count if one wished.

After I’d dropped Josh’s boxers on the desk, on top of both boys’ jeans, I reached for Brandon. He winced, both looking up at the ceiling and seeming to squeeze his eyes. Considering that Brandon wasn’t especially big, I wasn’t surprised to see that he was almost entirely undeveloped so far. As a matter of fact, if I’d not had my younger boys for comparison, I would have said he was completely pre-pubescent. As it was, his balls were still tight up against his legs, but it looked like they’d started to swell just a bit, which made his short, still lean, penis arch out just a bit, making him look a little happier than I think he was.

Pretending not to check him out, I slid the boxers down and glanced at Josh, to see that he was as interested in Brandon as Brandon had been in him.

This time I didn’t have to remind Brandon to step, and soon enough, he was naked and ready.

"Your mom uses a belt, Brandon?"

"Yeah, I mean yes, sir," he said, looking back down.

"What about your dad?"

"He hasn’t spanked me in a while, but mostly his hand. He used a belt once or twice, I guess."

I nodded and thought about using Heat for Brandon, but decided that would be insulting to him. It’s usually easier to use the same paddle since I can vary the swats enough to take it easier if needed. With that decision, I turned slightly, pulled Red from the paddle drawer, then turned back.

"Has anyone told you that guests go first?"

"No," he replied, half in a moan.

"Well, believe it or not, it’s easier to get it over and done with, so let’s go."

I patted my leg, and he winced with his entire body, but stepped over and leaned across my lap.

I needed to adjust Brandon’s position a bit, so I tucked the paddle beneath me, then took him by the hips and moved him up a little. I paused, then patted his smooth rear with my hand. It was a very nice rear. With his height and build, you’d expect it to be lean, but it still had a boyish roundness to it. As a matter of fact, if he’d not been tensed up so much, I don’t think he would have even had dimples.

"I know this is hard to believe, Brandon, but tensing up like that’s just going to make it hurt deep, so it’ll ache longer."

I gave his cheeks another pat, then moved my hand down to his leg a bit, then forced my hand between his legs.

"Spread those out a bit, then try to put your toes on the floor."

He obviously didn’t want to, but he obeyed me, and his cheeks relaxed a bit.

"You need to keep your hands in front of you. I know it’s hard not to try to cover, but grab hold of the chair legs or my legs or something, and hold on."

While he was doing that, I picked the paddle up again. When I tapped it against his rear, he tensed up again, but not as bad.

I was actually measuring the boy’s bottom against the paddle. Red’s the biggest paddle I use for over the lap spanking, and I wanted to make sure it wasn’t going to be too rough on the boy. After patting it against his bottom in the basic pattern I’d be using, I decided that he could take a three down, and I’d switch to a two down the second time, when it wouldn’t be as obvious.

Turns out I needn’t have worried.

Brandon took the first few swats, the ones running up and down his crack, falling half on either cheek, stoically. I’m not even sure I saw a twitch.

As I moved to work on each cheek separately, I put a little more snap into each smack, which definitely seemed to get his attention, but only enough to make him start to squirm a bit. By the time both cheeks were a dark pink and I made another trip down the center, he was squirming, and his legs were jerking, but he remained silent and fairly still. A couple of swats to each side, to be sure his whole bottom had received some attention, then another trip down the middle, leaving it a definite, medium shade of rose, and I still hadn’t heard a yelp.

Apparently his parents were both strictly bottom spankers, though, because I was definitely hearing some yelps when the paddle smacked down on his upper legs. One two on the center of the left leg, and two more on the right, and he was showing some real squirming now, and his upper body was starting to twist a bit. The most obvious effect was how those legs started to jerk around as each swat fell.

I don’t think my boys had given him an exact description of what to expect, and when I moved the paddle to his cheeks to start again, painting a fresh coat of fire over his already stinging rear, he began to protest loudly.

"No, Jack. I’m sorry. That’s enough. Come on. Please!"

I wasn’t worried about his size anymore. He could obviously take a full spanking, and that’s what he was going to get. The paddle landed three more times down the center, and he was very vocal about each one of them.

"Ow, ouch! Ou-ho-how!" and the last one was broken by the first real sob I’d heard from him.

I glanced up to see Josh’s eyes wide, though I’m not sure if that was because he was impressed by how Brandon was taking it, or distressed at how he expected to take his own.

As the paddle moved down each cheek, from left to right and back again, turning each of them from rosy to true red, his sobs grew louder and faster, and as I moved back to the center of his rear, they blended into real crying.

By the time I finished with his bottom, Brandon was crying pretty hard, but he didn’t seem on the edge, so I gave him an extra set on the legs, catching the inside of each leg, then the outside. When the paddle bit into the inside of his legs, he began to really thrash, fighting to escape.

I took a firmer grasp on his waist, then had to pause to lock his right hand beneath my left arm, then I started again. He gave a couple of hard bucks, but when he realized he couldn’t reach the floor, couldn’t free his hand, and couldn’t escape, he collapsed across my lap and began to bawl.

I thought about stopping as soon as I finished the leg, but knew what Josh would be getting, and decided this kid was obviously tough. Since his bottom showed no early warning sign of bruising, I gave him two swats, back and forth, to each sit spot, then three more, rapid fire, to each in turn. Besides a slight, involuntary jerk with each swat, his only reaction was a drawn out, low pitched moan.

When I was through, I tucked the paddle beneath me, then gently rubbed Brandon’s blazing butt for a minute, before rolling him to sit in my lap. He didn’t cling to me when I pulled him to me, but he didn’t protest either, so I hugged him to my chest for a minute, before carefully helping him to his feet.

"Josh’s turn now, Brandon. Keep those hands on your head, though. No rubbing ‘til we’re finished."

His squirming and bending was protest enough, but he put his hands atop his head without arguing, so I gestured to Josh.

After he’d placed himself across my lap, I gave Josh a second to position himself, then took a firm grip on his waist and went to work. Josh was a bit tenser than he normally is for a spanking, but I didn’t say anything about it, because I was sure I knew the reason.

After Brandon’s spanking, Josh’s was almost anticlimactic.

Normally, Josh would have been yelping by the time I got down to his legs, and sobbing before I got back to his bottom. This time he stayed quiet until after I started the second pattern. As the paddle moved down the center of his cheeks, a sob escaped him, followed by a loud, wet yelp as the paddle caught him again, with his mouth open. Once the first crack appeared, it didn’t take long for the floodgates to open, and he was crying hard and loud as I made a second trip down his legs.

Knowing what it took to put him over the edge, Josh had gotten two trips down his legs the first time. And since Brandon was a visitor, and I felt Josh had done more wrong, he also got an extra set on each cheek with the second pattern. By the time I’d placed three more swats on each leg, he was right on the edge of bawling. Three swats, back and forth, between each sit spot were enough to push him over the edge.

I almost stopped there. He’d been tensed up, wanting to put on a good show for Brandon, but he was probably going to be paying for it the rest of the evening with a lingering ache. Still, that had been his choice, and he’d bought this with open eyes, so I finished him with four more, rapid fire, to each sit spot in turn, reducing him to the same limp, lifeless, bawling rag Brandon had been.

After a bit of rubbing, I sat Josh up in my lap. Unlike his friend, Josh clung to me desperately when I pulled him to me. After a minute, I looked up at Brandon, who was suddenly looking lost and lonely.

"Hop up now, Josh," I said, helping him to his feet.

He stood carefully, but I kept one arm around him. As soon as I had Josh standing, I held the other out to Brandon, who was happy to drop his arms and join us.



I let them off reasonably easy on corner time, just leaving them there long enough to get dinner plates made for them, then I released them to dress and clean up. Both boys were moving slow and carefully, and by the time they were ready to eat, their plates were warm and waiting.

Being an only child, and it being pretty obvious that everyone knew they’d been spanked, Brandon was suddenly stricken with shyness, but he slowly recovered as he realized that everyone treated it as normal and no one was going to tease them about it. Well, maybe just a bit, but it was obviously friendly, and tended to make as much fun of the boy doing it as of Brandon and Josh.

That night, I was a bit surprised to find Josh and Brandon in bed together. Not that it’s surprising for two boys that age to share a bed, but normally the twins sleep together when they have one guest, and let the other boy have his own bed. I guess the shared spanking had moved Brandon into the column of close friends.

I’m careful about tucking the boys in when they have friends. I sat on the edge of the bed and talked for a few minutes, before leaving.

"You can sleep in if you like, Brandon, but we need to leave for church about twenty before nine, so you’ll have to be up no later than 7:40 to make sure you have time to clean up and get breakfast. Okay?"

He nodded.

"You still feeling sore?"

I could tell by his wince that Josh was, but that he wasn’t going to admit it. Brandon just shrugged.

"A little, I guess…" he admitted hesitantly.

"More tender, maybe?"

"Yeah," he agreed.

I said good night to all three of them. Then started to leave.

"Hey," Brandon said. I turned back to see him looking at Josh. "I thought you said we got more hugs tonight."

I quickly went back to repair my oversight.





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