Noah And Wheels 2

Ryan 'Wheels' Wheeler has previously appeared in Noah and Ryan Wheeler and in Visitors - 2, Sore Bottoms - 3.

I have to admit I’m kind of paranoid about some things. Not about people being out to get me, but about forgetting things or being unprepared. I’m especially paranoid when I feel like I’m being rushed. Tonight was an excellent example.

I’d taken the twins to visit their biological father in prison over the weekend. We’d left Friday night, and not returned home until about 6pm, Sunday evening. Now it was 8pm, and we were going to be leaving for a vacation trip to San Antonio in just about twelve hours. I was sitting in my office, going over my lists, and trying to confirm that everything had been done.

In a way, it didn’t matter. I’d already checked to be sure all the chores were done. Everything was clean, especially the animal cages and litter boxes, all the trash was outside and ready to be picked up, there was no food in the refrigerator waiting to go bad, the laundry was all done, and Chuck Goodman had a key and his instructions. The cars had even all had their preventive maintenance done the previous week. The only possible problem was in the packing, and it’s not like I couldn’t afford to buy anything that was forgotten. It’s a minor pain, having to run around finding the stores that carry what has been forgotten, but not a huge problem. Besides, I’d left packing lists for everybody (actually, the older kids just got a copy of our itinerary so they could decide what they needed on their own), and had checked the younger kids’ stuff before they put it in their bags.

Mostly I think these regularly scheduled nerve attacks could all be traced to an unexpected business trip to Colorado I took one fall weekend when I was 19. It had been in the 80s when I left Bransom, but I’d nearly frozen to death by the time I got back home since I hadn’t been able to buy a coat, and the temperature in Denver that weekend was in the low 40s.

Whatever the cause, a distraction is almost always welcome, so I was glad to turn away from the computer when someone tapped on my door. I turned to find Noah standing there, looking a bit sheepish, and waved him in. For some reason, the boys don’t seem real comfortable about sitting in the spanking chair, but I was on the computer desk chair this time. Noah looked at the straight backed, armless, wooden chair that sits at my writing desk, then at the tall stool in the corner, over which he has spent much more time than I’m sure he would have preferred, then at the couch on the far side of the room from me. He sighed, then pulled out the desk chair and turned it to face me.

We made small talk for a bit, Noah asking how the trip was, then telling me about his own weekend. He asked a few questions about San Antonio, then finally came to the point.

"Bobby says that even though I told him and he was in charge while you were gone, I still gotta tell you."

I nodded, like that actually made sense, and supposed he’d get to the point in a minute.

He stared at me for a moment, while I waited quietly for him to add to the thought. He started to speak, then blushed a bit before glancing away. After a moment, he looked back up at me.

"How come some guys get hard-ons when they get spanked?"

Since Noah had spent Saturday night with Ryan Wheeler, I didn’t have to wonder too hard about what had brought this question to his mind.

"I don’t know, Noah," I confessed, after only a second’s thought. "You’re old enough to know there’s a lot of reasons guys get erections, and when you get them isn’t always when you want them."

"Like in the morning?"

"Not so much. I was talking more about when you’re sitting in class, trying to pay attention to what’s going on, and it just decides to pop up."

He blushed a bit. I remember when I was in sixth and seventh grade, and it seemed like I was getting hard almost constantly. Noah is following the same growth pattern I did closely enough that I wasn’t at all surprised he was experiencing the same problem.

When he continued quiet for a second, I ventured, "Did something happen with you and Wheels last night?"

Noah looked very nervous now, but nodded.

"That’s what Bobby said I have to tell you. Mr. Wheeler spanked all of us last night."

"Who else slept over?" I asked without thinking.

"Nobody," the boy assured me. "I meant him and his little brothers."

I nodded. "Does he spank pretty hard?"

"Hard enough," Noah replied, shifting in his chair a bit. "Not as hard as you do, but I cried some."

"Why were y’all in trouble, anyway?"

Now Noah looked chagrined, as if he wanted to admit the reason less than he had the spanking itself.

"Well, all four of us went out front to play. We were just gonna throw a Frisbee around, so we didn’t tell his parents we were going out. Well, these other kids that lived down the street came out, and we went down to talk to them. We were gonna play at their house, but they have a bunch of trees in front, so we went into their backyard. I guess it got dark when we weren’t really paying attention, and we didn’t hear Mrs. Wheeler calling for us. She went walking down the street and was kinda mad at us when she found us."

"When she was walking us home, she got her cell phone and called Mr. Wheeler. When we got back to the house, he was coming around the corner from the other way. Mrs. Wheeler was chewing us out about leaving, and Mr. Wheeler jumped into it as soon as he came in. He sent them all to their rooms, then said he was gonna call my… you."

"I told Mr. Wheeler that you weren’t home, and he asked what you’d do if I’d done this, so I told him you’d spank me. He called PJ to make sure it was all right, but then he sent me to Wheels’s room, and told me to get my pants and underwear off and tell Wheels to do the same."

"And then he came and spanked you?"

"First he spanked Jake and Ethan. It’s kind of weird—their rooms are kinda like this," he said, gesturing in an L-shape, reminding me of how Wheels had once explained it to me, with his room in the corner, and his little brothers’ to either side, "and we could hear both of them get it."

"You know Jake and Ethan, right?" Noah asked me.

I nodded at what had probably been a rhetorical question. The two younger Wheelers weren’t as frequent guests as their older brother, but they were eight and eleven, and got along with Van, Bryce, and the twins, so came over sometimes, especially when school was out.

All three boys look like peas in a pod, and if it weren’t for the size difference, they’d be hard to tell apart. They all have the same medium brown hair and the same slightly off-blue eyes. All three of them carry just a hint of extra padding, which especially shows in their round faces. All three of them have charming, open grins. Their biggest difference is that Jake doesn’t have glasses, while Ethan only has to wear a pair for reading. Their biggest, or at least most obvious, similarity is that they’ve all three been beaten with a freckle stick.

"Well, Wheels says that his dad doesn’t make Jake take his own clothes off yet, and that if you listened at the wall, you could hear him getting chewed out. We didn’t do it, though, ‘cause we were getting undressed like Mr. Wheeler told us."

The way his eyes shifted away from me gave me the idea that he wasn’t being totally honest about that, but I let it pass.

"Anyway, you can’t hear into Ethan’s room as well because of where the closets are, but when Mr. Wheeler started spanking, you could hear it all. Wheels says Jake just gets spanked with his dad’s hand still, but Ethan mostly gets the paddle now."

"Is that what you boys got?"

"Yeah, it’s not like yours, though. This one’s round, like one of those paddles with the string and ball on it, but it was a lot thicker."

"Thick enough to sting pretty good, huh?" I asked, thinking that it was probably one of the imperial models, which are much heavier than one would expect from a paddleball paddle.

"Yeah, not like Black, but it still hurts pretty bad."

"Does he spank different than I do?"

"Well, we had to lay down on his lap…."

"I’ll bet you hated that."

He shrugged, but then nodded.

"He started off pretty slow, but was hitting harder than you do. He didn’t hit any easier, but he kept getting faster and faster, ‘til it was like wh-wh-wha-wha-whap!" he explained, demonstrating with a rapid movement of his hand.

Noah was silent a moment, then tilted his head to the side, like he was contemplating something.

"He really didn’t spank all that long. I think that’s why yours are worse. By the time my butt started to really hurt, he was already done."

"But you did cry?"

"Yeah," he admitted sheepishly. "Some."

"Well, I guess he made his point then. Since it was last night, I’m not going to bother looking. We’ve known Wheels long enough that I’m sure his dad wouldn’t abuse you."

I paused, and Noah jumped in. "I already wrote Mr. Wheeler a letter."

"You did, huh?"

He nodded.

"Okay, you can bring it here, and if it reads okay, we’ll get it ready and mail it in the morning."

He started to get up, but I stopped him, telling him he could do it later. When he’d settled back into his chair, I went on.

"Did you like listening to the other kids get it?"

"Huh-uh," he replied, shaking his head. "I know they’re littler than me, but it was still scary."

"Because you knew you’d be getting it next?"

This time he nodded.

"And is that when Wheels got an erection?"

He nodded again. "He tried to hide it but I could tell. It was kinda weird."

"Well, don’t you get embarrassed when you get one at a bad time?"

Noah shrugged, then nodded again.

"There are a lot of reasons he might have got it, Noah. Maybe he was scared, or worried…."

"Scared?" he asked incredulously.

"Yeah, buddy. Like I said, sometimes people get erections for weird reasons."

"I guess."

It was my turn to nod. "I think it’s more likely that he just got it because he was sitting around naked. Maybe the air conditioner was blowing on it or something."

That was enough to surprise a chuckle from the boy.

"Did it bother you that he got one?"

"No, not really. It just seemed…."

"Weird?" I suggested, repeating his own word.

"Yeah."

"Well, whatever happened while he was waiting, I’m willing to bet it went away when he got spanked."

"It sure did," he agreed; then added, " I got to go first this time."

"How’d you like that?"

"You’re right. It does seem easier to get it over with. But I always gotta go second ‘cause my friends are guests, and I’m older than Barry; right?"

"That’s basically right, but if you want, we can sit down together and talk to Barry. You’re not that much older than him, so he might agree to trade off, or play for it, like the twins do."

"Huh?"

I paused for a moment to explain how the twins played rock-paper-scissors for who gets to go first when they are spanked together.

"Anyway," I told my son when I’d finished that explanation, "you’ve done a good job of changing the subject, but now we need to get back to the important matter. What was that?"

Noah grimaced, but didn’t try to pretend he didn’t know what I meant. "That I got in trouble for leaving without permission."

"Again," I added.

"Again," he agreed, though not happily.

"That seems to be a continuing problem for you, Noah. Haven’t I spanked you and Wheels for that before?"

He looked at me for a second, then shrugged.

"Don’t give me that, son. It’s not like I’ve spanked the two of you together that many times."

"I guess," he finally admitted.

"Yeah. What I guess is, if you keep getting in trouble for the same thing, maybe we need to think of another punishment. How about…?"

He cringed and looked away from me, so it was obvious he knew I was a little upset with him, even though I was trying not to be too obvious about it. I can understand how a boy, especially a boy like Noah, might see this as a freedom issue, but I saw it as common courtesy, even when it wasn’t a safety issue. That’s despite the fact that taking off without permission isn’t a good habit to develop if you are going to have to work for a living.

"How about," I continued, after pretending to think about it for a minute, "next time you pull this, we give you a day of seclusion?"

"And a spanking!" Noah asked incredulously.

"I hadn’t thought about both, but if you think it’s a good idea, we could…."

"NO! I mean, no, sir. That’s not what I meant. It’s just…."

"You don’t think you’re quite ready for a day of seclusion yet?"

He kind of shook his head as he answered, "Cal and Ryan both say it’s really hard,’ he said, trying hard to sound both penitent and pitiable.

"Then let’s just say that, if you pull this kind of stunt again, you’re going to get more than just a spanking."

"Da-a-ad," he complained, barely managing to avoid a whine.

"Okay," I said, knowing his complaints and willing to ease off just a bit. "For now, let’s see if you can avoid it for the summer. If you do it again before school starts, depending on what’s going on, I’ll either restrict you to the house for a few days, or I’ll upgrade your spanking… maybe use the hairbrush."

He winced, but wasn’t totally unhappy that he’d gotten something concrete out of me.

"Okay?" I asked, when he stayed quiet.

"Yes, sir. I’ll work on it."

"Good man. Now, since I want to get on the road by 8:30 in the morning, there’s not going to be any sleeping in. How about you go get that letter, then get ready for bed."

He smiled at me, now that we were back on safe territory, and took off, after pushing the chair back into place.

A few minutes later, I’d read over the letter and okayed it, while he addressed the envelope. We got it stamped and sealed, then left my office. I put the letter in the outgoing mail, and gave him a little shove between the shoulder blades.

"Go get your shower, buddy."

He started to walk off, then turned and looked back at me.

"You’re not mad at me?"

"For what?"

"Getting in trouble at Wheels’ house."

"Nah," I said, shaking my head. "If you gotta get in trouble, I wish you’d try to find something different, but I guess I can live with this if I have to."

"Sure you can," he replied, rolling his eyes. "You’re not the one who keeps getting spanked for it."

I smiled back at him, reaching up to muss his hair, then pulled him into a hug. After a second, I let him go, turned him towards his room, and gave him a soft swat on the rear.

"Well, kiddo," I added, as he started to walk away, "you know whose choice that is."

He thought I didn’t see him stick his tongue out at me, as I turned towards my own bedroom, but I decided I could afford to let him get away with something.





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