Parker and Paden Pay UP

My name’s Parker. Usually my dad writes these stories, but he wasn’t around for this one, so I thought I’d do it for him.

First of all, he’s not really my dad. His name’s Jack. I’m living with him because my mom is sick and has to be in a hospital for a while. He’s really neat, though, and he’s usually nice, except he spanks way too much. I know he just wants me to follow the rules and learn to behave, but he don’t let a guy get away with nothing!

His house is really nice. I got a lot of brothers. I share a bedroom with Van. He’s the baby of the family. He’s only eight, but he’ll be nine next month, about three months before I turn ten, so we’ll be the same age then, which’ll be kinda cool. When I lived with my mom, I had my own bedroom, but it wasn’t as big as the one me and Van share, so I don’t mind.

The rest of Jack’s house is big and has lots of stuff to do. I have a whole bunch of big brothers, and they’re mostly nice, even if Noah says I’m a pest and holds me down and tickles me sometimes. Mostly I like it though, but sometimes he tickles me so hard I can hardly breathe anymore. Dad caught him doing that one time and asked him if he just wanted a spanking. Noah’s like fourteen years old and really big, so I can’t believe Dad still spanks him, but Noah stopped right then and said ‘no sir’, so I guess he still does. I hope I don’t still get spankings when I’m that old.

Anyway, Van and Bryce—he’s my youngest, older brother—have this huge collection of Legos they let me play with (and I even got some of my own for Christmas), and downstairs has a playroom with a TV we can watch and another one to play video games on, and they have a bunch of dogs and cats, and they have a game room in the basement where we can play pool and air hockey and foosball. It’s really great.

Mostly, because we have all that stuff, my friends come over and play here. While we were on Christmas vacation, Jack let a bunch of my friends come over and spend the night, and he even watched my friend Paden and his brother Grady while their parents were at work.

It’s nice having friends come over, but sometimes I just wanna get out and ride my bike or go someplace else. That’s what happened the other day.

It was pretty nice, so I’d ridden my bike over to Paden’s house. His mom, Ms Emma, runs our Scout group. We’re Webelos. Joey’s still my best friend, but since I live with Jack, I mostly get to see him at school and sometimes on weekends. Paden’s probably my best friend over here. I really like Donny Malone, but I think he’s my cousin, though, so I don’t know if he can be my best friend too.

Anyway, Paden’s nine like I am. He’s a little older, ‘cause he’ll be ten in a coupla weeks, but we’re still nearly the same age. He’s the oldest, though. He’s got three little brothers—Royce, Dwight, and Grady. Royce is cute. He’s only like three. Dwight’s okay, and really Grady is too, but he’s friends with Van, and sometimes he’s a pest. Like, me and Van have some friends that are our friends and some that are friends with both of us and he’s usually pretty cool about doing things, but sometimes Grady’s a real pest, especially when I’m over at Paden’s and we’re trying to do something.

Anyway, Paden and Grady both have their own bedrooms. Dwight and Royce share a bedroom, and they all have to share the same bathroom. Paden and Grady’s rooms are right next door to each other, so me and Paden were in his room talking about how come Godzilla doesn’t like Japan, when all the sudden we heard, ‘No Mama. I’m sorry!’ Well, we both hushed and started listening then.

After a minute, Paden got up and went to the door. He listened for a second, then waved for me so I went over there.

His door was closed but not all the way. We looked out and could see that Grady’s door was closed, but when we were still, we could hear this noise like ‘whack, whack, whack.’ I’ve seen Jack spank Van before, so I knew what it was, and after a minute, we could hear Grady starting to cry.

"It sounds like she’s using the spoon," Paden whispered to me quietly.

Whatever it was, it sounded like it hurt, cause Grady was starting to cry really loud.

At first, the whacks had been pretty slow and steady, like Dad spanks, but then all the sudden, they got real fast, like whackity-whackity-smack, and Grady was really howling. Then it stopped.

I hadn’t really noticed, but while we’d been listening, we went from Paden’s room out into the hall, so we were standing almost at Grady’s door. Well, as soon as the spanking stopped, Paden shoved me back into his room and pushed his door closed; then he dived on his bed, so I moved over and sat down on the side of it.

A minute or so after we did that, Grady’s door opened, and their Mom came out carrying this big wooden spoon. I think it might have been nearly as big as the Texas Tail Blazer Dad spanks me and Van with.

"Does that hurt as bad as the Tail Blazer?" I asked Paden.

He knows, cause him and Grady got a spanking from my dad while he was watching them last week.

"I think so. Your dad spanks a lot different, but I know they both hurt really bad. Let’s go see how red Grady’s butt is."

I shrugged and followed him. Me and Van look at each other’s butts sometimes after Dad spanks us, so I thought it’d be okay. Paden knocked on Grady’s door, then went in. Grady had his pants and shorts down past his knees, and he was laying on his bed. He was still crying some, and his butt was really red.

"Why’d you get spanked, pest?" Paden asked his little brother.

I never call Grady that, ‘cause Dad says you shouldn’t call people names. He seems to like it when Paden calls him that, tho. Usually Grady really likes when his big brother pays him attention, but I think he wanted to be left alone. Grady didn’t do that, though.

"What’s a matter, Grady? Didn’t you do your chores again? Or were you sassing Mom?"

Paden turned to look up at me.

"He hardly ever gets into any real trouble; he just does little stuff, but he keeps doing them ‘til Mom gets fed up with him. Even though he gets spanked, he’s a real goody-two-shoes."

Paden turned back to his brother.

"Aren’t you a goody-two-shoes, pest?"

"Leave me alone, Paden," Grady whined.

I kinda knew we should leave then, but Paden reached down and patted Grady’s butt.

"Geez! That’s hot. Mom really fried you this time, bro. Come feel this, Parker."

Grady started complaining, but I didn’t want Paden to think I was a wuss or nothing, and I really wanted to see how it felt, so I went over there.

I sat down on the other side of his brother, then put my hand on his rear end. It really was pretty warm.

"Leave me alone," Grady said.

He was trying to stop, but he was still crying some, and he sounded funny.

"Weave me awone, ‘cause I’m a naughty boy," Paden said.

I know it was wrong, but it sounded really funny, and I couldn’t help laughing.

And that’s when Ms Emma came in.

"I don’t know why you think your little brother getting a spanking is something you should be laughing about, Paden James," she said, and she sounded really mad.

I’d never heard her sound like that, and I was really worried. I also felt really bad, ‘cause even though I hadn’t really been laughing at Grady, I still felt kinda like I had.

"Well, whyever you think it’s funny, I’m glad you do. You should really get a kick out of him watching while I blister your little fanny. Get in your room, mister, and I’ll be in there to deal with you in a minute."

"But, Mama. I wasn’t…."

"Now!" Ms. Emma said, really loud, and she pointed out the door. Paden looked really upset and nervous, but he did what she’d told him.

When Paden was gone, his mom looked at me.

"Didn’t Jack tell me he’s had to spank you?"

"Yes, ma’am," I said, nodding, and trying not to cry. I hated her being mad at me and felt really bad about it.

"Did you think it’s funny when you got spanked?"

I wanted to tell her that I hadn’t been laughing at Grady, but all I could say was ‘No, ma’am.’

"Well, why don’t we call him and see what he thinks should happen to a little boy who’s teasing other boys."

"Please don’t," I begged her.

She just turned around and motioned for me to follow her. Then she stopped in the door and turned.

"Grady, pull your clothes up and go wash your face. I’ll be back in a minute."

I really didn’t want Ms. Emma to call Jack, ‘cause I knew he’d be disappointed in me. He was probably going to spank me too, and that was scary, ‘cause he spanks really hard, but I kinda felt like I deserved it.

Ms. Emma had me sit on the couch while she called Jack. I heard her talking to him, but wasn’t really listening to what she said. Then she handed the phone to me.

"Parker?"

"Yes, sir?" I answered him.

"Is what Emma told me true?"

"I guess," I said.

I didn’t want to tell him I hadn’t been paying attention and didn’t figure she’d lie about it anyway.

"You were teasing Grady because he got a spanking?"

"No," I protested. I really hadn’t been teasing him.

"Emma said that when she walked into the room, he was still crying, but you were laughing at him and rubbing his bottom. Is that not right?"

"Yes."

"But you don’t think you were teasing him?"

I was feeling really confused and wanted to explain that I’d been laughing at Paden’s stupid voice, not at Grady, but I couldn’t say anything. I guess Jack got tired of waiting, because he asked me again.

"Parker, do you think he liked you laughing at him when he was crying?"

"No," I finally said.

I really didn’t laugh at him, but I guess it still made him feel bad, ‘cause he didn’t know that.

"No, I doubt he did either," Jack said.

"Parker," Jack said after a second, "Emma said she’s going to let Grady watch her spank Paden. I’ve already talked to her, and I think that’s what you need to. I want you to do what she tells you. I’ll be over there in a bit to pick you up."

"No, Jack. Don’t let her spank me."

I really didn’t want Jack to spank me, but after he spanks me, he holds me in his lap and hugs me. He spanks really hard, and I didn’t want him to spank me, but I wanted him to hold me, and tell me it was okay now, and that he still loved me.

"Parker, you got in trouble over there, and I think this is a time you need to be punished with Paden. Now, hand the phone back to Emma, please."

When I handed the phone to Ms. Emma, she told me to go wait in Paden’s room.



I did like Ms. Emma told me. When I walked into Paden’s room, he was sitting on the edge of his bed and looked really nervous.

"What’re you doing here?" he asked nervously.

I guess he thought I was gonna watch him get spanked, too.

"Your mom’s gonna spank me, too," I told him.

I threw myself down on his bed. He tried to say something to me, but I didn’t feel like listening. I was feeling really weird. My stomach was upset, like it always gets when I know I’m gonna get spanked, but it was worse than that.

Jack spanks really hard, and Paden and Grady both said he spanks harder than their mom does. When Jack spanks me, he takes my pants and underwear off, then makes me go get the Tail Blazer and bring it to him. Then I have to lay down on his legs and he spanks me a really long time. I start crying a long time before he stops spanking, but he always makes sure he spanks my bottom really, really good, and even my legs. If getting spanked by Ms. Emma wasn’t gonna be as bad, why did I feel lonely cause Jack wasn’t gonna spank me?

I was laying on the bed, trying to figure out why I felt so bad and trying not to cry, when the door opened.

"You two, stand up," Ms. Emma said, though she didn’t sound mad anymore.

Me and Paden both stood up. When I turned around, I saw that she had Grady with her. He’d gotten dressed again, and you could tell he’d washed his face, ‘cause his hair was damp where it hangs down in his face.

"You sit over there, honey," she told Grady, giving him a little push over to the chair where I’d been sitting when he started getting spanked.

Ms. Emma sat down on the bed, then starting talking to us.

"You boys didn’t even have a reason to be in Grady’s room, not right after he’d been spanked. It’s none of your business why he’s been in trouble, and there’s certainly no excuse at all for you to be making fun of him or laughing at him. . Well, if the two of you don’t remember what a spanking’s like, I’m sure this will remind you."

When she said that, she lifted this wooden spoon and shook it at us. It wasn’t as big as the Tail Blazer, but it still looked like it would hurt a bunch.

"Now, you get those pants and undies down."

I started undoing my pants. My mom had always made me do it, but Jack always took our clothes off when we got a spanking, so it felt kind of weird for me to be doing it. Paden started arguing with his mom, saying he was sorry and asking to keep his undies on. I stopped for a minute to see what she said.

"You get those clothes down right now, young man, or do we need to wait until your father gets here and ask him to help?"

I guess his dad must have spanked a lot harder than Ms. Emma did, because Paden started unfastening his pants right away. I already had mine open, so I pushed them down a little. Paden pushed his pants and shorts down past his knees together, so I shoved my jeans down that far, then pushed my undies down too.

"Parker, Jack says he always spanks the younger boy or company first. Since you’re both, I’m going to start with you. Come here, please."

I didn’t wanna, but I didn’t want her to tell Dad I’d been acting up more, so I stepped over to her. Even though she was a woman, she was wearing jeans, so it was a lot like going over Dad’s lap. She got me in place, then I felt her pick up the spoon, and she started spanking.

She didn’t spank nuthin’ like my dad does. He always rubs my bottom for a minute and tells me again why he’s spanking me. Then he starts spanking. The Tail Blazer really burns when he smacks me. He gives me a swat, and it stings, and then, just when it starts to not sting as bad, he gives me another. He just keeps going and going until it’s stinging all the time, and it’s stinging everywhere, not just where he’s smacking.

Ms. Emma just started spanking. One second, my butt was still cool, then that spoon started going whack, whack, whack. It wasn’t like Dad does it at all. She was smacking all over my bottom and it wasn’t one swat at a time, it was like my whole bottom was starting to burn at once. I try to be brave for Dad, but I started kicking and squirming as soon as Ms. Emma started, because she wasn’t giving me time to get used to it. Then I got really embarrassed, because it seemed like she’d barely started spanking, and I was already starting to cry.

And when I started to cry, she started spanking faster, so I started crying harder.

It didn’t seem like very long at all before she was putting me on my feet. I couldn’t believe she was making me get right up and not even giving me a hug. I think I started crying harder then, because I was feeling even more lonely and I really wanted Jack.

After a second, I calmed down a bit, ‘cause Ms. Emma was pulling Paden over her lap, and he was already crying, though not very hard. After a few seconds, I realized that even though my bottom was sore, it wasn’t nearly as bad as when Jack spanked me.

I wonder if Ms. Emma spanked me the same way she did Paden. It didn’t seem that fast when she was spanking him, not until the end, but I could tell she did spank faster than Jack did. She wasn’t saying anything, just holding him down and swatting his butt with that spoon. He was crying pretty hard almost as soon as she started spanking him, and then started kicking and squirming. After a little bit, when he was crying really hard, she stopped and looked at his butt, then started giving him a few more smacks, but these weren’t fast at all, they were very slow, and sounded like they were harder. Paden started really yelling then, and tried to cover his butt with his hands.

Ms. Emma told him to move his hands, but he wouldn’t do it, so she took his hand and turned it over, and held it while she smacked his palm. As soon as she let go of his wrist, he jerked it away, but she grabbed his wrist again and held it against his side. Then she gave him a few more of those hard smacks, and then pow—she started going really fast like a woodpecker. Paden yelled again, then she dropped the spoon and helped him stand up.

"Now," Ms. Emma said to me and Paden, "do you boys still think someone getting spanked is funny?"

"No, Ma’am," I said. I thought I’d stopped crying while Paden was getting spanked, but I guess I still was a little, ‘cause it was hard to talk and breathe, and my voice sounded funny.

At least I think Ms. Emma understood me. Paden was crying so hard he couldn’t really say anything, but he did shake his head no.

"Did you enjoy Grady getting to watch you get spanked?"

We both said no again.

"Should Grady and I start joking about you? Since he got to watch your spanking, I’ll bet he could say a lot. Would you like that?"

I’d looked back at Grady while she was talking. He was shaking his head, and I don’t think he’d thought it was funny at all. He looked really upset, like he was almost going to cry again.

"Please don’t," I said, and Paden was still shaking his head.

"Then, if it’s not funny and you didn’t like it, I think you owe Grady an apology for doing it to him, don’t you?"

Paden and I both nodded, and we apologized to Grady.

After he said he accepted and that he was sorry we got spankings, Ms. Emma made me and Paden put our noses on the wall. Our pants and undies were still down, which is like Jack does it, ‘cept it felt really weird to have to walk around with my clothes around my knees like that.



It was only a few minutes later when Jack said, "It looks like Ms. Emma gives a pretty good spanking. Are you still sore?"

"Yes, sir," I answered him without turning around, ‘cause I knew you weren’t supposed to leave the corner without permission.

I was really worried, too. When Jack spanked me, he knew I’d learned a lesson, and he forgave me. Was he gonna be mad ‘cause he didn’t spank me? Was he gonna spank me again cause I’d been acting up at Ms. Emma’s house?

"C’mere, kiddo."

Jack calls everybody kiddo sometimes, even my uncles, who’re like grown ups and have their own kids, but I still like it when he calls me that. I knew it was okay to leave the corner then, so I turned around. He had his arms wide, so he could hug me. I nearly tripped on my jeans, but he grabbed me and pulled me into his arms, holding me tight. I guess he wasn’t still upset with me.

After Jack hugged me for a minute, he reached down and rubbed my bottom. His hands are big and rough, but they still felt good, and he was really gentle. It still hurt, but it was okay then. I know my butt’s supposed to hurt for a while after a spanking so I remember to behave, and I felt better, ‘cause I knew I was forgiven now.

"We’re still going to have a talk when we get home, Parker, but do you understand why it’s wrong to tease someone about this kind of thing? Whether it’s you or Van, or someone else, it’s still wrong, isn’t it?"

"Yes, sir," I said, leaning back to look up at him.

"Okay, then." Jack paused for a second, then said, "You can come here, too, Paden."

Then my friend squeezed in beside me. Our hips were bumping up against each other, but that was okay. Van had already told me that our Dad always has plenty of hugs for everybody and never runs out, so I didn’t mind sharing.





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