Scott and Zack Miles
Scott was a real sweetheart. He was one of the kids that got involved in Pokemon when it started becoming a real craze, so it must have been in August of that year, right after school started. A lot of boys don’t really stand out to me at first, but Scott made an impression for three reasons. First, Chris, who was already part of my family by that time, knew him from school, where he was a year behind Chris, putting him in seventh grade. Second, Scott’s family really supported him. I knew that to be true because, the first time he came for a tournament, his mom stayed the entire time. I think she’d brought a novel with her, and she sat quietly and read, never giving him a hard time, but talking to me a few times about how I ran things. The final thing was that Scott was a twin - paternal, not identical, but still not all that usual.
If you’re not familiar with paternal twins, they’re just like normal brothers who happen to be the same age. They maybe resemble each other extremely closely (like Mikell and Bobby do, even though they’re 9 years apart in age), or they might not look much alike at all. Scott and his twin, Zack, didn’t really resemble each other much; but, what really caught my attention was something else that happens to boys about the age of 12. Scott was one of those late-bloomers that seem to attract my interest so much. He was about 12 years and four months at that time, stood about 4’8" and weighed a touch over 70 pounds. Zack, on the other hand, was about 5’2" and maybe weighed 95 pounds or so.
All those things attracted my attention to Scott from the first, but I continued to pay attention to him because he was a great kid. He was pretty hyper, but he was smart and friendly and interested in learning about Pokemon, other CCGs, and comics. We hit it off really well. But he caught my eye in the first place because he was so darn cute. He had blond hair that he wore fairly short. Not as short as his brother, who had his burred, but still pretty short. Zack’s hair was more of a light brown than a true blond, so I expected Scott’s hair to go brown with puberty, but it never did. Scott had fine features that one might call pixie-ish. As a matter of fact, someone unconcerned with fragile pre-adolescent male egos might have called him beautiful (and still might, since he never did get really big and he’s a very good-looking young man). His best feature, however, was his eyes. His eyes are blue. He’ll tell you they’re blue. However, I think of them as aqua. When the light catches them just right, they flash green. Over the years, I’ve given him several mid- to dark-green shirts, to help bring the color out in his eyes.
After the first tournament, Scott’s mom came up to me at registration (Pokemon tournaments were run on Saturdays at that time, because we only had one major game room. They started at 12 noon and ran until about 5pm. Registration was from 11am to noon, more to give me time to visit with everyone, answer questions, and talk to parents, than because we really needed that long) and mentioned that some of the kids the week before hadn't been chaperoned. I assured her that it was normal, though the average age of our Magic players was older than that of the Pokemon players. I explained to her my views on things and what I tried to do with the kids, while making sure to stress that, while I couldn’t take responsibility for them, I did my best to be responsible for them. She talked to Scott for a minute, who was there by himself that weekend, and told him to mind me and not leave the store, then took off.
I don’t remember anything special with Scott that day, except that he and Chris spent some time together. What I do remember is the end of the day. I was downstairs in the arcade, where most of the kids were, when Scott’s mom came to pick him up. He was sitting at a table, trading cards with another boy, so I just called to him. When he came over to us, his mom asked him if he’d had fun. He assured her that he had. Then she asked me if he’d behaved himself.
"Most of the kids are no trouble at all." I glanced around for a moment. "Do you see those two at the pool table?"
She followed my finger, then nodded as she caught sight of Chris and Aaron. Though both of them were nearly two years older than Scott, neither of them were real big for their size, but still a good bit bigger than Scott.
"Those two are mine. Well, one’s kind of a foster kid and the other’s my little brother, but… Anyway, I spank both of them when they need it. The rest of the kids are pretty sure I wouldn’t actually spank them, too; but, they’re not positive, so they usually won’t take the chance. It’s a good bluff."
"Oh, well their dad and I are strong believers in that. If he gives you any trouble, feel free to give him one."
"MOM! Don’t tell him that."
"If you behave, it won’t matter, Scott."
"But, Mom, you just told him he can spank me."
"Yes I did. If you’re going to be spending that much time up here, then he has the right to expect you to behave. And when you can’t, you have the right to expect to be punished right then."
Scott started to say something else, but I stepped in. "If it makes you feel any better, Scott, I never spank without giving a warning, and I hardly ever spank any customers."
Somehow, judging by the look on Scott’s face, I don’t think it really made him feel a lot better.
I got to know Scott pretty well. For instance, his mom and dad weren’t really his mom and dad. His older sister had adopted them when their mom hadn’t been able to care for them. I think they were about nine when it happened, because they called Brenda mom a fair amount, but called her by name or referred to her as their sister just as often.
I didn’t play a lot of Pokemon. To me, it was too simple. However, it was great for younger kids and those who were just getting into CCGs. That doesn’t mean that I didn’t work with the kids. I often taught the game and would sometimes help with decks and play against them so they could develop their skills.
It was the end of Oct, and I’d promised Scott I’d help him finish and tune a new deck he’d wanted to build. I was working evenings that week because of some personnel changes, so I’d invited Scott to come up, since Monday evenings were slow, and we’d have plenty of time to work on it.
I closed at 9pm at that time. Scott came up after homework, chores, and dinner - about 6:30 pm - and Zack come with him. The two of them had just gotten new pool cues from their (birth) mom and wanted to try them out. For a while, we were the only people in the store. The pool table required quarters and Zack played a couple of games, while Scott and I worked on his deck. I showed Scott some of the deck building techniques I used, and how I tested a new deck when it was finished. We were going to play a couple of games, but Zack wanted some competition, and Scott wanted to play with his stick. (Oops, I mean his cue).
While the two boys were playing, I did some paperwork. I wasn’t paying much attention to them until a couple of other boys came in. They were regular pool players, so I didn’t do much except tell them hello, then go back to my paperwork.
I knew that Scott and Zack had enough money for two games, and they’d been playing for a while before the others came in. When, after a bit, I noticed that the boys were still waiting, and getting a bit impatient, I stepped over to watch. Scott and Zack were still playing, but, they were catching most of the balls that were about to sink and spotting them.
"Don’t do that anymore."
The two boys jumped when they heard my voice, but they both nodded and quickly finished their game. When they were through, they stepped aside for the other boys to play.
"I need to talk to you two," I told them, not a second before the phone rang. "Go sit down," I told them, pointing at a table we used for displaying and sorting cards, and went to answer the phone.
I don’t remember what the phone call was, but it only took me a couple of minutes to deal with. When I came back, rather than waiting for me at the table, as I’d directed, they were chasing each other around. When I came around the showcases, the two of them saw me and stopped.
"Didn’t I tell you to sit down?"
Zack, who was looking suddenly abashed, nodded. Scott, who should have known better, just shrugged.
"Sit!" I said, pointing to the chairs.
The two of them sat side by side, and I sat across the table from them. Zack was looking nervous, and obviously had the idea that I wasn’t joking around. On the other hand, Scott, who I thought knew me well enough to be taking things seriously, was acting put upon - like I was ruining his fun.
"Look," I explained to them, "I want you guys to have fun when you come up here. This place is all about having fun. However, so that everyone can have fun, we have to have some rules. Don’t we?"
"Yes, sir," Zack admitted. Scott shrugged, then nodded.
"Now, what I wanted to do was sit down with the two of you and explain why the way you were playing on the pool table really wasn’t acceptable. If you two were the only ones in here - when you two were the only ones in here - it was okay to catch the balls and put them back on the table. I understand that you don’t have a lot of money to play with, so I don’t mind you doing that - even though it’s technically wrong. But, when someone else is waiting to play, then you need to take your turn and move on. Are we okay with that?"
They both nodded, looking relieved that I was already done. Too bad for them that I wasn’t.
"That wasn’t the real problem, though," I continued. "The real problem was that, when I wanted to talk to you, you disobeyed me."
From the corner of my eye, I saw Scott rolling his eyes. Zack, on the other hand, put his hands up on the table and starred guiltily down at them.
"Who’s in charge while you guys are up here?"
"You are," Scott said, echoed quickly by his brother.
"The honest truth is, I’m not surprised that you didn’t know how to behave at the pool table. Anyway, you’re 12 years old, so even if you knew, I’m not surprised you didn’t think of it. However, I’m willing to bet that you do know that you’re supposed to mind. Don’t you?"
Zack had been watching me, but now he looked down at his hands before nodding. Scott said ‘Yes, sir,’ but he was impatiently tapping his fingers on the table, apparently to let me know that he’d had enough lecture already.
"I think I know 12 year old boys pretty well, and I’d be willing to bet that you didn’t get to be 12 without disobeying before. Am I right?"
Zack paled a little as he admitted it was true.
"I know what I do when one of my kids disobeys. What happens at your house?"
I was trying to ignore Scott at this point. I knew he was being treated for ADHD, but this was the worst I’d ever seen him behave. I was sure I’d already made a connection with Zack, but I didn’t want Scott to provoke me. Still, I could see that, while Zack was intently studying his knuckles, Scott had been looking around the store. Suddenly, with that question, his attention snapped back to me and his brother.
"We get spanked," Zack admitted, in barely more than a whisper.
"Do you ever get your pants down for a spanking, Zack?"
I’d already discussed this with Scott, in a more playful situation, but I wanted to hear what Zack said now.
"Yes, sir."
"Very often?"
"Every time," he admitted, blushing a bit.
Scott was still paying attention to us, and it looked like he was beginning to take things more seriously.
"And do your underwear ever come down?"
Zack looked up at me for a second, then back down at his hands as his blush deepened, but then forced himself to look back at me. "Yes, sir. Sometimes… A lot of the time." He looked away from me and took a deep breath. His blush deepened more, making him so red I was half expecting the tips of his ears to explode. "They always come down if we do something really bad… like disobey."
"Zack," I said, calling his eyes back to me, "I don’t know you as well as I do Scott, but I really like you. You’re a good kid." He relaxed a bit when I announced this, but I didn’t give him time to enjoy it. "But you screwed up tonight. Kids don’t get spanked because someone doesn’t like them, but because someone who does like them sees them screwing up and wants to correct their behavior. Do you understand that?"
Scott apparently figured we were back to more boring lecture, so he was apparently playing some game with his fingers. Zack, however, was looking directly in my eyes and nodded.
"You both earned yourself a spanking, but I think your brother really needs one tonight."
Suddenly his little game lost all it’s interest for Scott. He came upright in his chair and his eyes opened wide. "Me!?!"
I was interrupted before I had a chance to even open my mouth.
"Yes, you," Zack replied hotly. "You hang out here all the time. You’re the one who said he was just kidding. And then, while he was trying to talk to us, you sat there acting like a little jerk - playing around. No wonder he’s gonna spank us."
Scott blanched, whether from the realization that they were really in trouble or just from the fact that his brother was obviously upset with him, I don’t know. I reached across the table and put my hand on Zack’s shoulder. He tensed, then looked back at me and slumped.
"What you just said is mostly right; but, don’t forget that if I spank you, it’s because you both disobeyed me, not just because Scott couldn’t settle down and behave."
He glared back at his brother for a second, then shrugged and nodded, accepting that he was responsible on his own for whatever happened to him next.
"So, don’t worry about your brother, Zack; who disobeyed me?"
He looked down at the table for a minute, then back up at me. "Both of us."
Now, I have to be honest here. If Scott had behaved the same way that Zack had, I would probably have let them off with a warning. The way Scott had been acting, I really thought he needed it. The problem I was having was, Zack had earned it, but didn’t really need it.
I was leaning back, looking at them, trying to decide if I was going to give Scott the spanking he deserved, or let Zack off. There’s no doubt that I wanted to give it to them, but I didn’t want to get one freebie and lose a friend. Normally, if I’m just not sure, I chose to err on the side of caution. I was getting ready to give the two of them their warning and let them go, when the choice was taken from my hands.
The door chime jingled and I looked up to see Brenda coming in. Ah, saved by the bell, so to speak. I stood up a bit and waved to her. The boys turned to see who it was, and then paled as they saw.
Brenda came across to us. She started to say hello, then stopped, and looked at the boys for a minute.
"What’ve they been up to?" she asked.
"Mo-oo-om," the two of them chimed, almost in unison. Then Scott went on, "Why did we have to do something wrong."
"Well," she said, giving them a very serious look, "it could be because Jack is sitting here with you, no cards around, looking serious, and both of you look guilty."
Then she turned to me. "Will you tell me what’s going on? I don’t really trust them to admit it."
I looked at her, then looked at them, then leaned back and looked at her again. "They were playing around a little and got a little out of hand, and I was going to have a talk with them; but, they disobeyed me. We had the little talk, and I was trying to decide if they needed a spanking for the disobeying."
By the time I was finished, Brenda was giving them a pretty serious glare. "Oh, yes. I’d say that, if they ever want to come back here, then they definitely need one."
I expected another outburst from the boys, but looked back to see them sitting dejectedly, looking anywhere but at me or their mom. After a moments lingering, uncomfortable silence, I stepped in.
"So, does that mean, yes, I should spank them."
Brenda looked at me for a second, then looked at them, then nodded. "You boys knew the rules when you came up here. You knew that Jack had my permission to spank you if you didn’t follow the rules."
"Okay, guys. Let’s go back here," I said, pointing at the door to the back room. "Brenda, we’re still open another 15 minutes or so. If anyone comes in, would you let them know I’ll be back in a few minutes?"
She nodded and walked back towards the register. The two boys stared at me for a minute, then reluctantly stood as I crooked my finger at them. I stepped over to the door, pushed it open, and swept my arm to invite them inside. I’m sure they’ve had invitations they would have preferred to accept, but they didn’t have much real choice.
"I think we’ve already talked enough, guys. Can you think of a reason that we shouldn’t get started?"
Both of them were working hard to think of one, but they finally admitted that they couldn’t. While they were thinking, I took a chair from the sorting table and pulled it to where I‘d have room to take them over my lap.
"Scott, why are we back here?"
Scott gave me one of those ‘are you an idiot’-looks, before finally replying, "So you can spank us."
"You know why you deserve a spanking, Zack?"
"Because we disobeyed you, when you told us to sit down and wait for you."
"And because I was acting up," Scott added.
"You got it. Get over here," I said, pointing right in front of me.
They came over to me, standing side-by-side. "Shirts up, please."
Zack grabbed his shirt by the sides and lifted it up to his underarms. Scott stood there for a second, then lifted his a little.
"Up more, Scott, like your brother."
Scott looked at the bigger boy, then lifted it up the same way. I reached forward and took his pants by the fly, and he sagged a bit, not quite moving away from me, but heaving a huge sigh to show how put upon and abused he was.
"Can’t I pull ‘em down myself?"
"A spanking isn’t just supposed to be painful," I answered. "It’s supposed to be embarrassing, too. Now, straighten up."
Slowly, Scott pulled himself back up and pushed his belly forward a little, giving me an easy reach to his pants. I undid them, spread the fly, then slid them down to his ankles. I didn’t have all the lights in the back room on, so it was hard to tell, but I think Scott was blushing as his pants rode down his legs.
I turned to Zack and saw his shoulders move up and down in a silent sigh, but then he turned a bit so it was easier for me to reach his pants. They came down quickly enough, exposing a slightly snug pair of briefs. Scott had spent the night with Chris at my house before. He’d worn boxers once or twice, but it seemed he normally wore briefs. I’d not known what to expect from Zack, though, and was pleased to see the white Fruit of the Looms. As a matter of fact, considering the size difference between the two boys, and the fact that Scott’s shorts were a bit baggy on him, the boys might share the same ones. When his jeans hit his ankles, I looked up at him.
"Zack, how did you say you’d get spanked for disobeying?"
He groaned softly before answering, "On my bare butt."
He didn’t move as I reached up and slid his briefs down to join his jeans. I had to lean forward to get the briefs down, giving me a good view of Zack’s privates. In general, Zack had the incomplete look some boys have just after a growth spurt. He had a slight curve from his underarms to his hips, an almost flat stomach, and just some slight definition to his chest. Even through his pants, I’d noticed he didn’t have much of a butt, so I wasn’t expecting much. Still, his privates were interesting. His penis was a pretty good length - maybe over three inches, even though it was totally soft. It was very thin, though, and actually looked like it narrowed between the base and a fairly respectable head. His sac was still loose and didn’t look like it was finished growing yet, since the base looked like it didn’t quite reach the root of his dick. He did have a little hair, but only a few of them, and, while they were closer to a true brown than the hair on his head, they were still too short to even be curly yet.
I turned my attention from Zack to his brother. Scott grimaced as I reached towards him, but didn’t try to evade me, as I slid my fingers inside the waistband of his briefs and ran them down his legs. While Zack was early adolescent and rather unformed looking, Scott was a beautiful pre-adolescent. He was just as active as Zack was, and actually had good definition in his legs and chest. His stomach had a slight outward curve to the front of it, suggesting he wasn’t too far from his own growth spurt, but he did have a slight waist. Mostly, I liked looking at his cute, little dinky, which was still white and pink, only about two inches long, and looked a little happier to be there than Zack’s had - or maybe it just didn’t have room to droop straight down over his tight little ball sack.
With both boys practically naked, I leaned back and examined them for a minute, looking them in the eyes - mostly. I let the silence linger a moment before addressing them again.
"Zack, I want you to understand that, when more than one boy’s getting a spanking, I think it’s easier to go first. That way, you don’t have to wait your turn, and you don’t have to watch the other boy get his, knowing that you’re going to get the same thing. Because of that, I normally let the younger… or smaller boy go first. Do you understand that?"
I glanced at Scott, who didn't look like he was having to try to hard not to look too happy with the idea, but he still nodded. I guess it did make sense to him. It must have made sense to Zack as well, because he looked even less happy when I turned back to him.
"That means that you’d normally have to wait your turn; but, because of your brother’s behavior this evening, I’m going to let you go first."
In a quick reversal, Scott’s face totally feel at the announcement that he wasn’t going to be getting even that little mercy, but it didn’t make Zack much happier to learn that his last reprieve was almost gone.
"My problem with spanking you two is that Chris and Aaron are bigger than both of you, and Tommy’s smaller. That means I don’t have a paddle that would be good for you. I don’t know how your dad deals with you, but I’m going to give you each a good, thorough hand spanking. After that, you’ll each get 12 swats with this," I said, holding up the old felt brush for our pool tables. The sight of that brought caused both boys to blanch. It should have, but I was good enough to control what they’d actually be getting, so it was scarier looking than I planned on using it.
"Scott, why don’t you take a step back. Zack, let’s get you over my lap and get started."
Both boys moved where I told them, and Zack managed to get himself over my lap with just a bit of help. His rear end was as flat as I’d been afraid and a little sloppy where it was just starting to fill out again, but it was still a new bottom to spank, so I wasn’t going to complain too much. I took a moment to adjust his position, then rubbed my hand across his bottom a second, before getting down to business.
Zack started out pretty stoically. I wasn't spanking especially hard, but I wasn’t spanking softly, either. Still, as his bottom went from white to pink, he just lay there, still and accepting.
I was using my best hand spanking technique; moving from cheek to cheek, then placing several swats on the same cheek, then a few on the same place. I’d randomly land a swat or two on his legs, then move back up. Some swats were just stingers, with almost nothing but wrist action, while I really burned some others in, which made him jump a bit. I was varying my speed, from slow and steady for a moment to a staccato flurry.
I don’t know if he was trying to be stoic because his dad expected it, because he wanted to impress me or his brother with how tough he was, or if that’s how he really was; but, it started to slip as the spanking just kept going, and his bottom started to darken to a rosy color. He began squirming and his legs began to - not to kick, but to jerk, almost like he was trying to crawl away from me. As the squirming became more noticeable, he started moving out of place, so I paused to take a firmer grip on his waist. As I did, I realized that he had a firm grip on the legs of the chair and was pushing against them, causing him to move forward off my lap. I took his hips and moved him back, then wrapped my arm around his waist and gripped a little more firmly, with my left hand resting on his lower belly. Then I went back to work.
As his bottom moved to true red, I could feel his belly begin to shake with silent sobs; but, soon I could occasionally hear sniveling. At that point, I began to concentrate more on the legs and sit spots, and he was soon flat out crying.
As I placed a few last swats on places that didn’t look as red as they should be, I looked up at Scott. He’d let his shirt drift down a bit, but he was still totally exposed. His eyes were wide and already brimming with tears of worry and anticipation. It was only later that I learned that they were almost never spanked in front of each other. Even though the two of them shared a bedroom and bathroom and saw each other nude on a fairly regular basis, so his brother’s puberty hadn’t been a surprise to him, this was the first time in about two years that Scott had seen his brother spanked, and he couldn’t remember ever having to wait his turn while Zack got it. The effect on him seemed to be even worse than I’d expected.
I hadn’t pushed Zack over the edge yet, but I hadn’t wanted to either. I helped him to sit up in my lap, and pulled him to me. He didn’t resist, but he didn’t hurry into it, either. Still, his arms wrapped around my shoulders almost as soon as he was there.
I held Zack for a minute, but only a short one. Glancing at Scott, I could tell he was about ready to fall apart. I helped Zack to his feet and tried to repress a smile as he began a rather vigorous post-spanking dance. Seeing that didn’t help Scott much at all.
"C’mon, Scotty. Let’s get this over with," I said, motioning at my legs.
Scott shook his head and backed a half-step away from me. "I’m really sorry, Jack. I don’t need a spanking."
"It’s a little late for that now, Scott. If you’d thought that way when I first started trying to talk to you, maybe you could have gotten away without one, but not anymore. Come here."
"No," he said, half stumbling another step backwards.
"Scott, if you make me get up, your whole spanking will be with the paddle. Come here now."
"It’s not that bad, Scott," Zack said, not sounding entirely convincing, since he was still sobbing.
Scott looked at the paddle laying to the side. He looked at his brother. Then his face crumpled and he rolled his neck and groaned. He started to step forward, but tripped over the jeans hobbling his ankles. He wasn’t that far from me and I was able to come to my feet quickly enough to catch him.
Most of Scott’s weight was against my left arm, which was below his chest. Instead of helping him to his feet, I slid that arm up a bit, so it nestled under his arms, then reached around with my right arm and caught his legs about the knees, then lifted him completely off his feet. Like I said before, Scott was small and light, and I was easily able to step back to the chair, take my seat, then drape him across my lap in a near-perfect spanking position. With only minor adjustments, and the step of taking his right wrist, which was already trying to cover his beautiful little bottom, in my left hand, he was ready to go.
Scotty’s little bottom looked like it might have just a bit of extra padding - just enough to give it a nice round shape. It was a little hard to tell for sure, because he had it tensed as hard as he could right then, with deep dimples on both sides. That certainly wasn’t what I wanted to spank, so I began to lightly stroke and massage it, trying to get him to relax. He didn’t want to relax, but I could see and feel the petting start to take effect. While doing that, I looked up at his brother.
"Get your shirt back up, Zack."
"Why?"
"Why did you just get spanked, mister?"
He grimaced, but raised his shirt, even as he answered, "For disobeying."
"That’s better," I told him, not mentioning that I liked the view. "I don’t want you rubbing your rear end anymore. Don’t forget, you’ve still got some spanking to go. Keeping your shirt up will keep your hands busy."
I only thought Zack had grimaced before, until I reminded him of the rest of his spanking, but he didn’t protest, and kept his shirt up under his arms, leaving him almost fully exposed.
Looking back down, I saw that Scott’s bottom was finally less than rock hard, so I quickly landed the first swat. Scott tried to clench up again, but I just switched to the legs for a second, until the sting got bad enough that he started squirming, making it hard to keep tense. I didn’t really count how many smacks I’d given Zack, so I have no idea if I gave Scott the same spanking I’d given his brother. However, despite the fact that they didn’t look a lot alike, they had similar skin tone, and I spanked Scott long enough to get about the same shade of redness from his bottom as I’d achieved with his brother. Of course, Scott was already on edge from watching Zack get his spanking, and was whimpering a bit before I even started. His bottom was smaller than Zack’s and didn’t take as many swats to get the same results, but I wasn’t getting it over with quickly either. As Scott’s little bottom reached the target level of redness, he was crying loud and proud, and much harder than Zack had been, though he still hasn’t gone over the edge to real, flat-out bawling. I was still saving that for what came next.
After a few finishing touches to even everything out, I rolled Scott up. Unlike his brother, as soon as Scott came to a sitting position, he was clenching my shoulders. I love that reaction because, at least in my opinion, it shows that the boy has either been broken down and is only worried about being comforted and loved, or that he understands that he screwed up and is really sorry for it. Either way, Scott was obviously there, and I was almost sorry that I’d promised them both the brush. Still, especially with kids, a promise is a promise, and it’s important to keep them.
While I was still hugging Scott - maybe a moment longer than I had Zack, both since Scott had wanted it so much more, and because Scott seemed to fit perfectly in my lap - I looked up at Zack.
"Go ahead and get your pants and shorts all the way off."
His eyes went wide and his mouth opened, to argue with me I’m sure, but then he caught himself and bent to comply. As soon as he started to pull them off, I answered his unspoken question. "Because Scott nearly tripped over his a minute ago, and I’m sure y’all are going to be dancing around a lot before we’re finished."
Zack blanched, then went red at the reminder that he had more coming, but he did as he’d been told. By the time Zack was picking his clothes off the floor (and putting them at the end of the sorting table, where I’d motioned), I was putting Scott back on his feet. I had Zack lift his shirt again and he and I watched as Scott shucked his lower clothes.
When both boys were naked below the waist and holding their shirts up exposing belly and part of chest, I gave them instructions on how we were going to finish.
"I’m sure both of you just want to get the rest of this over with now, right?" I asked, pausing for them to nod, though I'm sure they would have prefered to put it off for a long time. "Instead of taking you over my lap again for your paddlings, why don’t you bend over the table here?"
I had to adjust them a bit, but it wasn’t too hard. I had them reach over their heads and grab the far side of the table. I had to pick Scott up by his hips and lift just a bit, so he could get a good grip, but then he was able to stand on his tip-toes. Going by the way they’d already behaved, I had Scott next to me, where I’d have more control over him. Because of the difference in their heights, I had Zack spread his legs a bit, then I picked the brush up and patted it against both their red rears. I took a minute to decide what they really needed. Both boys were obviously warm and sore, and I didn’t want to push them too far, but twelve-year olds that couldn’t mind needed something to remember.
I reached across Scott to give his bigger brother a good, stinging swat, then did the same to Scott. Zack yelped, but Scott began to quietly sob after the first swat. It didn’t quiet down when I gave him a second swat right after the first, before going back to Zack.
I didn’t want to burn them to hard, and I didn’t want to leave them sore all night; but, I did want to make a good impression on them, so I tried to use mostly wrist action, with just a bit of forearm. Both boys quickly grew more and more noisy, and were crying hard before I reached ten. I reached over and gave Zack two last swats, very firm, right on the sit spots, that pretty much left him bawling. Just hearing those swats pushed Scott over the edge, but that didn’t save him from the two final swats that left his lowest cheeks a deep scarlet and him a broken, naughty little boy.
I thought about letting them lay there, but I wanted to let them do a spank-dance while they were still freshly burned, so I took them by the shoulders and pulled them to their feet. Neither of them disappointed me, though Scott was so sore he wasn’t doing much dancing - more a fast, but light rubbing, with a lot of bending and flexing. Zack, on the other hand, was all over the back room, up and down, back and forth, nearly running in place. He wasn’t nearly as cute as Scott, but he gave a great show.
They were both still crying, but they’d settled their dance, when I pulled them both into a hug. They were both happy to have it. I’ve known a few bad boys who didn’t want to be comforted at that point, but these two weren’t among them.
I think it must have been about 20 minutes from the time I took them into the back room, until we came back out. They were fully dressed, but their red-eyes and tear-stained faces left their mom no doubt as to what we’d been up to.
"Does Jack do a good job?"
"Yes, ma’am," Zack answered, while Scott nodded vigorously.
"I think he does it harder than Dad does," Scott contributed.
"Well, I think you both deserved it, didn’t you?"
Neither boy really wanted to admit it, but they finally nodded.
"Good. Do you think you can sit for the drive home?"
Zack snorted, but Scott just rolled his eyes.
"Actually, Brenda, I think these two could use a trip to the bathroom before they leave."
"We do?" Scott asked.
"I don’t need to go," Zack added.
"No, but, now that your punishment’s over, I think you could both stand to wash your face and get a drink."
Brenda and I watched the two of them go into the bathroom, then she turned to me.
"It sounded like you did a pretty thorough job of spanking them," she said, not quite asking.
"I really don’t think there’s much excuse for twelve-year olds to disobey. When they do, I think they need to be dealt with pretty thoroughly."
"I guess that makes sense. I almost came back there once, because I was scared by how loud they were crying. It really wasn’t any louder than when their dad does it, but it went on so long…"
"I hear that a lot; but, I believe that a long spanking has a lot more effect than a quick but really hard one. Really though, that’s how I spanked my little brothers, and about how my kids get it now."
"Well, it seems like you certainly made an impression on those two."
That was about when the two in question came back, looking a little more comfortable. I stopped them before they left.
"Zack, I know you don’t come up here all that often, but you’re a nice kid from what I’ve seen, and I hope you don’t let this stop you from coming up. Okay?"
Zack nodded and started to turn away, then turned back around and wrapped his arms around my middle. "I’m sorry we acted up, Jack."
"It’s okay, kiddo. Boys do that. Let’s just not do that again. Okay?"
"You got it. You spank way too hard."
As soon as Zack stepped away from me, I turned to Scott.
"Listen, mister. You screwed up tonight, but you paid for it. I want you to know that I’m not mad at you or anything. Zack doesn’t come up here very often, but you do. I expect to see you this Saturday, so I know we’re still friends. Okay?"
Scott wrapped himself around my waist, pressing his face into my chest.
"You’re really not mad at me?"
"No, Scotty, I’m not. I’m just hoping you’ve learned a lesson."
"I have. I’m really sorry that I wasn’t good."
"I am too. I think you’re mom’s ready to go. See you Saturday?
"You betcha," the little smart-alec replied as he left.
Scott did play in the next tournament Saturday, and did pretty good with the new deck we’d built for him. Even Zack came up to play. Both of them gave me a hug when they first showed up, and Zack almost gladly told me that Scott had started crying again when they’d taken their showers that night. I guess I should have warned them about hot water on hot bottoms.
This wasn't the last time I had Scott over my lap. It's been nearly ten years now since that first time, but Scott's still friends with my son Chris so I saw plenty more of him and his brother.