Tommy Goodens and 101 Dalmations

"Do you guys like getting spanked?"

The question came from my 7-year old nephew, Tommy. It was addressed to two of his friends, Brian and Trey Winger, who happened to be the 7 and 9-year old sons of one of my role-playing buddies. Brian kind of ignored the question, in the way he had of handling most things that he didn’t find convenient. Trey, who would be 10 in just a couple of weeks, just after Brian’s eighth birthday, ignored him, but his blush showed he had heard.

The five of us were at a Taco Bell. Tommy was kneeling in the bench and leaning on the table to talk to his friends. I looked at Tommy as he said this; but, from the corner of my eye, I saw Dan give him a brief glare.

"Tommy," I told him, "sit down in your seat like the rest of us. You might as well enjoy sitting while you still can, since Brian and Trey aren’t the only ones who’ll be getting spanked when we get home."

He’s outgrown it since then, but at seven, Tommy had blond hair. He has the complexion you’d expect from a blond. He started to sit down on the bench, then suddenly turned red as he worked out what I’d just said, and his eyes bulged as he turned back to me.

"ME!?!" he exclaimed.

"Oh yes. Most definitely you. Or are you going to pretend that you’ve been behaving all evening?"

He thought about it for a minute, then looked down at his nachos. "No, sir."

Tommy and I had taken a number of trips to the movies over the last year and a half or so, since he’d been old enough for me to feel comfortable with him. Sometimes with his grandma (my mom), sometimes with Steve or Cory or my youngest brother and sister, often just me and him. I’d discussed his behavior with him a few times, but I’d never spanked him.

It was only two days before Christmas. He’d been misbehaving all evening, but I’d been trying to not be too strict with him. We were out with Dan and his boys because he had visitation with them before Christmas. I’d seen previews for the live-action 101 Dalmatians, and I’d thought the boys would enjoy it. Since Stevie was at his mom’s, and Cathy and Corey were visiting her cousins, I’d invited Tommy to stay over and go to the movie.

Dan was busy over Christmas, and his boys had been bouncing around during the day. He’d spent the weekend with them, and I’d let them stay with me at the store one day, but mostly they were staying with his mom. I guess they got bored. At some point during the day, the two of them had apparently dared each other to dial 911. From what Trey told me, Brian picked up the phone and called 91, then handed it to his brother. Not believing he’d done it, Trey hit 1. They might have gotten away with it once, but on the second time around, the local police sent a car to the house. Dan’s mom feels she’s already raised her children, so she chewed them out briefly, then told them to wait for their dad.

That would have been hard enough on two boys their age, but I accidentally made it worse. My sister forgot to okay it for me to pick Tommy up from his daycare, so I had to wait until she got off work so that I could get him. I called Dan’s mom to leave the message, that I would be home about 6pm, and that they should just come over about then. I thought that would be time for Brian to handle everything, but he had to work late, and by the time he got cleaned up, changed, and picked up the boys, it was already 6:00. That means they had to wait on their spanking until after the movie.

That would have made me sick from worry, but they seemed to deal with it and put it aside. I even pointed out to Dan that we had a bit of time before the movie started, and that he could borrow my bedroom to spank them, if he wanted. He preferred to wait. Still, he had told me about the incident in front of Tommy, which brings us to sitting in Taco Bell after the movie.

I remember that a cold front had blown in during the movie. We all ran out to my car, and went back to the house, where Dan declined to come in, saying he had to get the boys in bed, and that we both had some business with which to deal. Tommy and I watched them depart, then went inside, and straight to my office. Sitting down in the straight-backed, armless, wooden chair, I placed Tommy in front of me, where I began to lecture him.

"Do you know why I’m disappointed in you this evening, Tom?"

"’Cause I haven’t been behaving."

"That’s true, but how have you been misbehaving?"

He stood there for a minute, looking around, looking at his shoes, looking anywhere but at me. Then he finally shrugged.

"All right, then. Let me help you out. When I told you to quit running around and sit down, did you do it?"

He nodded his head.

"You did? Or did you do make me count?"

"I made you count."

"I don’t know how your mom does it, Tommy; but, when I tell you to do something, that’s when you do it. Not when you feel like it. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"When I took Trey to the bathroom, did I tell you to mind Dan?"

"Yes, sir."

"And when he told you and Brian to stop messing around; did you stop, or did he have to separate you?"

"He had to separate us."

"Have you and I talked about how to behave when you’re riding in a car?"

"Yes, sir."

"Do you remember what I told you?"

"Yes, sir. I’m supposed to sit back, speak quietly, and not play around a bunch."

"Did Dan get on you in the car?"

"Yes, sir. He told us to sit back and be quiet."

"So you weren‘t minding the safety rules, were you?" He shook his head, no. "And when he told you that, did you mind him right away?"

"I told him ‘yes, sir’ and I sat back."

"Tommy, did you say ‘yes, sir’, or did you maybe yell it?"

"I didn’t yell."

"What did you do, then?"

He thought about it for a minute, before finally admitting the truth to himself. "I guess I did yell, a little."

"When I take you to the movies, I think I have to remind you, every single time, to speak softly, if you need to talk during the movie. Don’t I?"

"I guess so."

"I don’t mind doing that, Tom. You’re a little boy, and that’s something that’s hard for little boys. I know you speak loudly without thinking about it or meaning to. As long as you’re quiet after I remind you, I don’t have a problem with it. But this is something different, Thomas. Every single time, I, or Dan, just asked you to do something simple and basic, you disobeyed. Didn’t you?"

Tommy stood there, silently. He was always a bit on the big side. With him standing in front of me, I should have been able to look right into his pretty, blue eyes. Instead, I was staring at a thick head of medium-dark blond hair (which is so thick and straight I have to admit I was a bit jealous of it). Tommy had a habit of squinting, but it wouldn’t have mattered this time, because he wasn’t looking up from his feet. He was standing still, except for shifting his weight back and forth from one foot to the other; but, his hands revealed his nervousness, as they moved from being crossed across his belly, to rubbing his pants legs, to steal behind him for a minute, before starting the cycle again. Finally, I reached out and took his chin, tilting it up so we were looking in each others eyes.

"Did you disobey me, Thomas Brian?"

"Yes, sir."

"Did you disobey Dan?"

"Yes, sir."

"Did you violate the car safety rules?"

"Yes, sir."

"And what did I say I was going to do about it?"

"You’re gonna spank me."

"Lift your shirt."

Tommy took the hem of the shirt and lifted it so his hands were under his arms. He wasn’t wearing a belt, so I reached down, slipped his zipper down, snapped the button, then spread his pants open to reveal his Batman Animated undies. I slid my hands to his hips, loosening his jeans over his bottom, and slid them down past his knees. Tommy was looking down again, watching me undo his clothes. I reached up, slipped my fingers inside waistband of his briefs, and slid those down to his jeans. Tommy didn’t seem very embarrassed by his nudity; but, at seven, he probably had barely started getting used to bathing himself.

"Thomas Brian, do you know why I’m about to spank you?"

"Because I was naughty and didn’t mind?" He said in an almost questioning voice.

"That’s pretty much right; but, the reason naughty boys get spanked is, it’s a little reminder next time that they shouldn’t misbehave. Do you understand that?"

"Yes sir."

"And do you understand that it’s very important that little boys learn to mind ?"

Tommy kind of shrugged.

I explained to the boy that all his life he was going to be expected to mind, whether it’s his parents, or his teachers at school, and later in life, it would be his boss, or he might be in the military, and he’d always have to obey the law. It’s easier to learn that as a little boy by getting a sore bottom than as an adult by going to jail.

"Do you understand that Tommy?"

He nodded miserably.

"Do you deserve to be spanked Tommy?"

He nodded again.

"Then come over here and let’s spank that naughty bottom."

Tommy shuffled the couple of steps between us. I placed my left hand on his hip, guided him around to my right side, and shifted my right hand to the small of his back. He didn’t resist as I pulled him forward, and he laid down as his upper legs came into contact with my leg. I took him by his hips and put them up a bit, so his bottom was centered on my lap I lifted my right foot onto my toes and rested the heel against the leg of the chair, then straightened my left leg, lowering it. which left his bottom nicely raised. Tommy had a round face, but I’d already noticed he had a fairly slim body. His bottom on the other hand was round and plump, but still firm.

Tommy had been getting antsy as I lectured, so I didn’t feel there was any reason to delay any more. I rubbed his cheeks for a minute, then raised my hand and smacked it back down across a cheek. I quickly lifted my hand and brought it smacking down across the other cheek. Again and again I repeated that motion. His bottom went from pale white to pink to light rose, Tommy began to squirm, kick his feet a little, and cry softly. As his bottom reddened further, I started spanking his upper legs. I placed a few smacks back and forth there, and he began to really cry. Slowing down, I placed a few last swats around the edges of his cheeks and on the sit spot, then rested my hand on his bottom and let him lay there and cry himself out.

Tommy lay there crying as I softly rubbed his warm and glowing bottom. When he stopped crying, I began to talk to him again.

"Now, can you tell me why you got a spanking?"

"Because I was naughty."

"What did you do that was naughty?"

"I didn’t mind you."

"When didn’t you mind me?"

"When you told me to sit down."

"Was that all?"

"No, sir."

"What else did you do that was wrong?"

He lay there for a minute, obviously trying to dredge his memory. "Ummm… I acted up in the movie."

"How?"

He just laid there. After a minute, I went on.

"Do good boys mind, Tommy?"

"Yes, sir."

I smacked my hand down on his left cheek.

"Did you mind me when I told you to sit down?"

"No, sir."

SMACK! I brought my hand down on the center of his right cheek this time. I went over each thing he’d done wrong -- not minding Dan, breaking safety rules in the car, not minding Dan in the car, and also brought up teasing Brian and Trey about their spankings. Each time he answered me, I smacked my hand down again. None of the spanks were hard; but, since they were falling on his already sore bottom, you could quickly hear the tears sneaking back into his voice.

"Do you still think it’s funny that Brian and Trey are getting spanked tonight, Tommy?"

His ‘no, sir’ was right on the brink of being a sob.

I began to rub his bottom.

"Brian and Trey are getting spanked because they were naughty today. Weren’t they?"

"Yes, sir."

"And naughty boys need to be spanked, so they’ll remember to be good. Don’t they?"

"Yes, sir."

"And who else was naughty today?"

"Me."

His voice, which had been calming down, was suddenly in full cry again, as my hand flew up and down, re-igniting the fire that had barely begun to cool in those round, little cheeks. The spanks were more flicks of my wrist than anything, and I didn’t spank as long as I had the first time; but, I’m sure I didn’t need to. He was quickly squirming harder than he had the first time, and I had to pause to subdue his hand in the small of his back, to keep it from covering those naughty cheeks. By the time I finished, he was crying harder than before, his cheeks were full-blown red, and his upper legs were a dusky rose. I stood him on his feet.

"Are you sorry you didn’t mind, Tommy?"

The tears were flowing too hard for him to answer. He just nodded his head.

"All right. Why don’t you go to the corner for a little bit, so you can calm down. Then we’ll talk some more."

He walked to the corner without argument and pushed his nose into it.

"Lift that shirt up, Tommy. You were happy to show off and be naughty earlier for your friends, so you should be happy to show off what a naughty boy’s bottom looks like for me.

Once he had his shirt up and I was sure he wasn’t going to look around, I went over to the chair at the other desk. The one Tommy and I had been using was very old-fashioned. It was wooden, with a straight back and no arms. It was perfect in looks and function for spanking a naughty little boy. Now, I pulled the much more modern and comfortable office chair from my computer desk. Before sitting in it, I quietly undid my own fly.

My dick was hard as steel, and it felt so good to free it from my briefs. I turned the chair to face Tommy, and wrapped my warm and stinging hand around it. Tommy was standing only about 4 feet from me, and I could easily hear him crying. I leaned back, rubbing my balls, which were already tight against my crotch, with one hand, while pumping with the other; looking and listening to that naughty, little boy who was learning what happened when you didn’t follow the rules.

Tommy’s shoulders were shaking with his sobs, but they slowly stilled, as his crying slowed and quieted. Even as they did, I could feel myself slowly building to an explosion. When I could tell he was almost through crying, I stood and stepped over to him.

"Keep your nose in that corner, Thomas. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"And keep that shirt up."

Even though his bottom was well exposed, he still lifted his shirt a bit. Then I reached my left hand down and started to softly stroke his burning red cheeks.

"Your little cheeks are hot, Tommy. Do they hurt?"

"Yes, sir."

"They wouldn’t be hot and bare and sore if you’d just behaved. Would they?"

"No, sir."

As I talked, I was still stroking his hot bottom with one hand and my stiff cock with the other.

"Do you wish you’d minded tonight?"

"Yes, sir."

I looked down to see a pearly drop slip clear. I wiped it with a finger and brought it to my mouth.

"Because little boys have to pay when they’re naughty. Don’t they?"

"Yes, sir."

I was almost at the point, and I slowed my pace, as I slid my finger slowly and gently up the curve between his cheek - barely touching, never penetrating. He shivered.

"And how do naughty boy’s bottoms end up, Tommy?"

"Hot and sore and red."

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pulled my hand from his bottom and held it in front of myself, then squeezed the base with my right hand. One pulse escaped, then another. It took me a minute to catch my breath, so I wouldn’t sound too weird to him.

"All right, Tom. I want you to stand there a bit longer, and think about how nice this evening could have been, if you’d just been a good boy and not disobeyed."

He nodded his understanding. I left the room for a few minutes, while I took off my shoes and hung our coats. When I came back into the office, he was no longer crying aloud, but I left him there a few minutes longer. Finally I called him.

"Okay, Tommy. Why don’t you come here?"

He waddled over to me and stood in front of me again. He kept his shirt up without having to be told. While I was out of the room, I’d also gotten a moist washcloth, and I wiped his face for him. Then I picked up some Kleenex and let him blow his nose before I addressed him again.

"You’re learning something tonight, aren’t you, Tommy?"

He nodded, but hesitantly, like he wasn’t positive what he might be learning.

"It might be fun to misbehave, but it’s not fun when you have to pay the penalty. Is it?"

This time he shook his head no, and was very emphatic about it.

"You liked running around the theater so much that, when I told you to come sit down, you decided you’d just disobey me. Didn’t you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Now do you wish that you’d minded?"

"Yes, sir."

"Because when you don’t mind, when you break the rules, you have to pay. Don’t you? And how do naughty boys pay for breaking the rules?"

"They get their butts spanked!"

"That’s right. You didn’t mind me when I told you to sit down, and now you’ve been spanked. Haven’t you?"

"Yes, sir."

"And you didn’t mind Dan when he told you and Brian to quit fighting, and you got spanked again. Didn’t you?"

"Yes, sir."

"What else did you do tonight, that you weren’t supposed to?"

"I didn’t sit back in the car and talk quietly. And I didn’t mind Dan when he told me to do that." He paused for a second. "And I teased Brian and Trey because they were gonna get spankings."

"And those things were naughty, but you haven’t been spanked for them. Have you?" I paused just a moment to let it sink in. "Not yet."

Tommy’s jaw dropped. Nearly as quickly, he shirt dropped as his hands flew behind him to rub his still red bottom.

"Please, Uncle Jack, I’ve learned my lesson. I promise!"

"I’m sorry, Tommy. This isn’t about learning. You already knew you were supposed to mind me. Didn’t you?" I paused for him to nod. "You already knew how you’re supposed to behave in the car. Didn’t you." Again I paused, while he nodded. "You already knew it’s not nice to tease your friends because they were getting spanked. Didn’t you?" He nodded a third time. "This isn’t about learning, Tommy. This is about a little boy who didn’t do what he knew he was supposed to, and now he needs to be punished, so he won’t do those things again. Do you understand me?"

This time, his ‘yes, sir’ came out almost as a groan.

"Good. Then quit rubbing your bottom and get that shirt back up." I waited a second while he obeyed me.

"Now, that’s a lot of spanking for your little bottom to take, even though I’ve only been using my hand. And, acting up in the car is not only not following the rules, it’s also dangerous. That’s very serious, and I haven’t decided what I’m going to do about it, yet. However, do you think that, instead of getting another spanking for teasing Brian and Trey, it would be fair punishment if you had to call Brian and Trey and apologize to them?"

He didn’t have to think about that for a second. "Yes, sir. I think that would be good punishment."

"All right, but it’d better be good. After you apologize, you ask if they’re still mad at you. If either of them is, then you’re still getting a spanking. Understand?"

He didn’t like that so well, but he knew he didn’t have a choice but to agree.

I left him standing there for a minute, while I went into the living room and brought back the other cordless handset. I dialed Dan’s number and, as soon as it was ringing, handed the phone to Tommy and picked up my office phone.

When the phone was answered, the first thing I heard was a big sniff, followed by, "Winger residence." I don’t know how to describe the boys’ voice, except maybe ‘watery’. Not only had the boy who answered the phone obviously been recently crying, but he might have just made himself stop crying as he picked up the phone. I thought it was Brian. In the background, I could hear a steady smacking sound and another boy crying.

"Is this Brian?"

"Yes."

"Brian, this is Jack and Tommy’s here, too. He has something he needs to say to you, your brother, and your dad. Don’t you, Tommy?"

"Yes, sir. Hi, Brian."

"Hi, Tommy. Did your uncle really spank you?"

"Yeah. Twice!"

"Twice? How come he spanked you twice?"

Tommy explained to him what he’d done wrong, and how he was going to be spanked for each of them, except he was being allowed to apologize to them, rather than be spanked for teasing them.

"Does your uncle spank hard?"

"Yeah. Real hard."

"How come you ain’t crying?"

"’Cause I had to stand in the corner for a while, before we called you."

"Oh. I hate standing in the corner. I was still crying a little when you called."

"Your daddy already spanked you?"

"Yeah. He’s spanking Trey now," he said, like we couldn’t tell.

"Tommy," I injected, "tell Brian how I spanked you."

"He spanked me with his hand. I had to lay down on his legs."

"What did I do before I spanked you."

He looked at me blankly, so I pointed at the clothes piled around his ankles.

"Oh, he pulled my pants and undies down, because I needed to get spanked on my bare butt."

"Dad made us take all our clothes off, ‘cause we gotta go take a bath after he’s spanked us."

"That’s a good idea, Tommy. You could use a bath tonight."

I had him sit down and watched him grimace as his weight rested on that hot, little bottom. I removed his shoes and socks, then slid his pants and briefs off, before having him stand again. As I was doing this, the background smacks, which had been growing quicker as they talked, crescendoed, the crying, which had been growing louder and harder peaked, and then the spanking stopped. After a minute, I heard Dan’s voice over Trey’s bawling.

"Brian, who are you talking to?"

"It’s Jack and Tommy. Tommy wants to say something to us."

I was holding the phone with my shoulder and told Tommy to go ahead. He said, "Brian? I didn’t mean to tease you about getting spanked. I’m really sorry, and I hope I didn’t make you feel bad."

"No, that’s okay"

"Are you mad at me?"

"No. I wish Dad hadn’t told you, but it’s okay; especially since you get spankings, too. It feels kinda weird standing here talking to you with no clothes on, though."

I had Brian wait a moment so Tommy could sit the phone down, then I removed his t-shirt. Tommy picked up the phone again and said, "yeah, I don’t have any clothes on now. It does feel kinda weird."

"Brian, if your dad’s through with Trey, why don’t you let us talk to him, now, please?"

Brian must have covered the phone for a second, and I gave Tommy a quick hint of what to say to Dan, before he came to the phone. A moment later, Dan’s voice greeted us.

"Hey, Jack."

"Hello, Dan. How’s your hand holding up?"

He chuckled a bit. "Better than their little butts. What’s up?"

"Tommy has something to say to you. Don’t you, Tom?"

"Yes, sir. Dan? I’m really sorry I teased Brian and Trey tonight, and I’m sorry I wasn’t acting good."

"Well, I’m glad Jack’s spanking you, because you certainly needed one, even before you decided Brian and Trey’s spankings were funny."

Uncle Jack’s already given me two spankings on my naughty, little, bare butt: and he’s about to give me another one, for not minding you when we were in the car."

"So, you’re getting a separate spanking for every time you acted up?"

"Yes, sir."

"You’re going to be pretty sore tonight, aren’t you?"

"I already am."

"Did you tell Brian how many times you’ve been spanked already?"

"Yes, sir."

"Did you tell him why?"

"Yes, sir."

"That’s a good idea." His voice moved away from the mouthpiece. "Brian. What’re you doing?"

"I’m getting shorts for me and Trey, after our bath," I barely heard him say.

"Well, you’re not going to need them right now. You’re going to get another spanking."

This time, Brian’s voice was much easier to hear, especially the panic in it. "No, Daddy! You already spanked me."

"That was for your and Trey’s little stunt this afternoon. Now, I’m going to spank you for not minding me in the theater. Tommy’s getting a spanking for every time he acted up, and I think that’ll be good for you, too." Dan’s voice came more clearly again, as he talked to me again. "Jack? I need to take care of some more business. Trey’s still crying a bit, but let me put him on the line. Hang on."

It took Trey a few seconds to come to the phone. I said one more thing to Tommy, while we waited.

"H-h-he-hell-o?" Poor Trey was almost done crying, but he wasn’t quite at the point where he could control it yet. In the background, I could still hear Brian trying to talk his way out of another spanking.

"Hi, Trey. Tommy and I are both here. It sounded like your daddy was spanking you pretty hard."

"Yes, sir. He’s pretty disappointed in me, because I knew better than that."

About that time, I heard the rhythmic smacking begin again, and Brian’s wailing soon followed it.

"Well, Tommy’s had a couple of pretty hard spankings tonight, too; and, he has something to say to you. Tommy?"

"Trey, I’m really sorry that I teased you tonight. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. Uncle Jack pulled my pants and undies down so he could spank my naughty butt the way I needed. I gotta take a bath in a minute, like you and Brian, so now I don’t have no clothes on; but, he’s gonna spank me again, before I get my bath. So, I know it’s not funny, and I really am sorry. Are you mad at me?"

"No. Me and Brian tease each other sometimes when one of us gets it. I mean, it’s not funny, but it kinda is, too." He paused, and it sounded like his crying was finally ended, or well-controlled, at least. "It’s okay."

"Jack?" Trey continued. "Since Tommy did tease us, can I say one thing?"

"Sure. What’s up?"

"Tommy. I know it’s not funny when you’re getting spanked; but, when your Uncle told you that you were gonna get a spanking too, your face was really funny. I had to pinch my leg so I didn’t laugh. If I had, I’d probably be getting another spanking, like you and Brian are."

"I was too upset with you at the time to laugh; but, he’s right, the look on your face was hilarious, kiddo." I reached out and ruffled his hair.

"Trey, you know that Tommy and I can hear Brian getting spanked right now?"

"You can?"

"Yes. And we heard yours, too. Does that embarrass you?"

He thought about it for a minute. "A little."

"Would it make you feel better if you got to listen to some of Tommy’s spanking?"

"Can I?"

"Sure. That’s only fair. You don’t mind do you, Tommy?"

The look on his face, which was as red as his rear end, said he obviously did mind; but, he didn’t want to risk another spanking, on top of what was still coming, so he reluctantly gave his assent.

"Let me put the phones down for a second, Trey. Hang on."

I took the handset Tommy was using and put it on the floor, where his face would be. Then I put mine on the desk for a minute, while I helped Tommy back into position, over my lap. As he leaned forward, he let out a quiet groan, that made it clear how much he dreaded what was coming next. Then I picked up my phone again. With my left arm across Tommy’s back, I placed the receiver so it was in the crook of my elbow, pointed towards his bottom.

"Thomas Brian, I don’t think I need to lecture you anymore. You know why you’re about to get spanked. Don’t you?"

It was a rhetorical question, but he answered, "Because I was naughty and didn’t mind."

I didn’t waste anymore time. His little cheeks were still warm and rosy, even after the corner time and phone conversation. It took almost no effort to have them red-hot again. This time, he didn’t even try to be brave. He just let himself go and bawled.

I didn’t try to count and I don’t know how long I spanked; but, when I felt I was about half-finished, I paused and picked up the phone.

"Trey?"

On the other end, I could no longer hear smacks falling. Instead, I heard Brain’s crying, counter-pointed by Dan lecturing.

"Yes, sir?"

"I’m not quite finished spanking Tommy, but it sounds like your dad’s through with Brian. I think it’s time to hang up. Okay?"

"Yes, sir. You’re gonna spank him some more?"

"Yes, I am."

"Wow! You spank really hard."

"Well, that’s a good reason to stay out of trouble. Good night, Trey."

"Good night, Jack. See you in a couple of weeks."

"See you, Trey."

As I’d talked to Trey, I’d also been patting Tommy’s bottom, placing an occasional swat, and looking to see if the entire thing was a fairly even color. When I hung up my phone, I turned my full attention back to Tommy’s reddening cheeks. Since his little bottom was already a deep shade of red, and since I still planned on having him back across my lap at least one more time, I moved a bit further afield, as I finished this one. I turned him slightly to make sure the sides of both cheeks were nice and rosy, then I went down a bit further on his legs. His little legs didn’t have a lot of room to spank further down, so I spread them apart, then placed a few spanks on those tender, inner thighs. He really started squirming and kicking then, so I went back to his bottom for a few more spanks to finish him up.

He was crying loud and hard as I rolled him to sit in my lap. His face was soaked with tears and his nose was dripping hard. His little chin was quivering as he tried not to cry, but he’d totally lost control for a few minutes.

"Are you listening to me, Tommy?"

"y-ye-ye…" He tried to answer me, but his head was going up and down like a bobble-doll on rough road, so I knew he was paying attention, even if he couldn’t speak.

"You were having fun earlier, weren’t you? Being naughty -- not minding and showing off for your friends. Well, it’s not so fun being naughty now, when you have to pay for it. Is it?"

"No-oo-o, sssir."

"That’s because, when you’re naughty, you have to pay. Don’t you? And how do naughty boy’s pay?"

"They get spanki-i-i-ings."

"Yes, they do. You’ve still got another spanking left; but, for right now, why don’t you go stand in the corner, and I’ll get your bath ready."

Tommy was still crying, though more softly, as he got slowly to his feet. I knew his bottom was blazing hot, so I could imagine how sore it must be. Even without his pants to hobble him, he was walking slow and careful, trying to keep his cheeks from rubbing together, or just not wanting to move them. Still, he did make his way to the corner, where he stood with his hands by his side.

"I’m going to go get your bath ready, Tommy. Keep your hands by your side, youngster. If I catch you rubbing those cheeks, you’re going back over my lap. Understand me, young man?"

"Yes, Uncle Jack. I’ll be good. I promise!"

I left Tommy standing in the corner. He was almost at attention, he was working so hard to keep those hands at his side, and off his bottom.

Tommy is only about seven months older than Corey, so I thought it was safe to assume that they liked their baths about the same. As I started to draw the bath, just a tad warmer than Corey preferred it, it occurred to me that it was funny that Tommy had never really spent the night with us before. He and Corey got along okay, except for a small problem with Tommy not being able to put Corey’s toys back in the right place (which is why Tommy was sleeping in Aaron’s room tonight, not Corey’s). I guess a lot of it was just because his mom lived so close, they were a bit young, and Cathy and I were still fairly newlywed at that time. As the bath was filling, I made a quick side-trip to Corey‘s room, checked on the bath, then fetched Tommy.

When I returned to my office, Tommy was still in the corner. He was standing still, but you could nearly sense him vibrating from the effort not to rub his little cheeks, which were nearly glowing red. I walked up behind him and told him he could turn around. He jumped about a foot when I spoke. When he turned around, I knelt down and hugged him for a moment. When he had his arms around my shoulders, I dropped my hands and began to lightly rub his bottom. When I first touched them, his breath hissed in through his teeth, but then he relaxed to my touch and sighed, then began wiggling his bottom in my hands.

"I know this has been really hard on you, Tommy. I remember some times when I’d been really naughty and your grandpas had to tan my little bottom long and hard. But, I lived through it, and I learned from it. I just wanted you to know that, even though you still have another spanking to go, and even though I’m not going to take it easy on you, I’m very proud of you."

Tommy hugged me tight, with his face in my shoulder. After a moment, I released him from the hug, then took his hand, and told him it was time for his bath.

I’d shut the bathroom door, after turning off the faucet, so it was nice and warm and a bit steamy. I removed my shirt and pants, while Tommy got into the tub. He said the water was okay, but a little warmer than he liked it. He was okay, until he started to sit down, and his bottom came into contact with the warm water. He came right back up.

"We’re not playing around tonight, Tommy. Sit down."

"But the water’s too hot."

"You said it was just fine a minute ago."

"It’s burning my butt!"

"Well, you should have thought about that before you got in trouble. Now sit down."

"Please, Uncle Jack…"

"You can either sit down right now, Thomas Brian, or you can sit down after I give you another spanking for disobeying. Which is it going to be?"

His eyes were shiny with unshed tears as he braced both hands on the side of the tub and began to ease himself back into the water. As his little tush settled into the water, his eyes scrunched shut, and tears began to leak down his face. His shoulders began to shake with his nearly silent sobs, as his bottom reached that of the tub.

"C’mon, Tommy. All the way down to your neck."

He sunk down, then laid there for a minute, before I told him to sit up again. He grimaced as his weight settled back on his bottom. When I reached for the soap, he tried to stop me.

"I can wash myself," he assured me.

I’m sure you can, but I don’t want this to take all night, so I’m going to do it for you. Here," I said, handing him the soap, "I’ll let you wash your face."

Once his face was washed and rinsed, I leaned forward and sniffed his hair. It was still fresh, so I carefully washed and rinsed behind his ears and his neck, so we wouldn’t have to mess with wet hair. Then I had him stand. He was happy to get his bottom out of the water, and did so quickly. I washed him, quickly but thoroughly, from his shoulders to just below his knees, before having him sit down again. He wasn’t happy, but the water was cooling a bit, and he knew better than to argue this time, so he was at least resigned to it.

I’d taken my time with his bottom, not just washing it (carefully), but also checking it’s condition. He’d had a lot of swats that evening, but they hadn’t been really hard swats. I was mostly giving them with a pop of my wrist, so they stung, but didn’t give a deep impact. His bottom was obviously hot and sore, but it didn’t’ have the dried look that seems to come just before bruising starts.

Tommy cheered up a bit as I washed his lower legs. Tommy was, is, and always has been very ticklish on his feet; but, I still washed them well, even getting between his dirty, little toes, which brought a little giggling in place of the earlier sobs. We rinsed the last of the soap from him, and then I flipped the drain open.

As I was bathing him, I was also talking to him.

"Did you like the movie, Tom?"

"Yes, sir. It was real funny."

"Did you like Brian and Trey?"

"Yeah. They’re nice. So’s Dan."

"So you had a good time tonight?"

"Yes, sir."

I know this evening’s been hard on you, Tommy; but, I want you to understand something: I’m not spanking you just to be mean."

"I know," he interrupted me. "I have to learn to mind."

"Yes, you do. But that’s not something that just kids have to do."

"It isn’t?"

"No. Remember what I told you before? Everyone has to mind. My employees have to mind me, and, when I was a teacher, a had to mind the principal. I still have to mind your Aunt Cathy." He laughed at that. "And everyone has to mind the law. It’s better that you get spankings now, than that you grow up and can’t keep a job or you get arrested, because you can’t mind your boss or you can’t obey the law. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Uncle Jack."

By then, I was almost done toweling him dry. I picked him up, lifted him out of the tub, and held him to my chest in a hug.

"Do you know that you’re my dear little nephew, and that I love you very much?"

"Uh-huh. I love you too, Uncle Jack."

I sat him down, leaning forward to place a kiss softly on his forehead.

"Did you also know that you’re very cute?"

His entire body was pink from the warm bath, except his bottom, which was still dark red; but, now his facial cheeks went a much deeper red. He didn’t reply.

"We still have a little business to finish, though. Do you know what this is, Tommy?"

I picked it up from the counter, where I’d earlier placed it under the towel, and handed it to him.

"It’s a paddle." His good cheer of a moment before was gone, and his chin started to quiver.

"What does it say?"

"For the cute little deer with the bear behind."

"Do you know who that is?"

"Me."

"Tommy, not minding is very naughty, but acting up in the car is worse than that. It’s dangerous. A car is not a toy, and it’s not a playground. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." Tears were leaking down his face again, and he reached up to rub his bloodshot eyes.

"You’re going to sleep in Steve’s room tonight. The three of us," I told him, pointing at me, him, and the paddle, "are going to go in there and have a talk about your behavior tonight."

"Like I said before, I’m very proud of how you’ve taken your punishment tonight, Tom. I want you to show me what a brave boy you are, and that you’re sorry you were naughty, and that you want to pay for the way you acted, so you can be a good boy again, and we can put it behind us. Is that what you want?" I paused while he nodded. "Good. Then I want you to take this paddle and go to Steve’s room." I handed him the paddle and he took it cautiously. "Okay, Tommy, let’s go."

Tommy lead the way to Steve’s room, gingerly carrying the paddle, like he was afraid it would bite him (without my help). Once in the room, he turned to me for more instructions. I pointed at the foot of the double bed, and he walked there. Steve had a box, which had once been his toy chest, but was know used for general storage, sitting at the foot of the bed. At my instructions, Tommy climbed onto the box, on the side closest to me. I had him hand me the paddle, then lean forward, so he was resting on his chest and knees. Then I had him put his hands behind him, and I took both his wrists in my left hand.

I started to rub the paddle against his bottom, teasing him with the instrument that would soon be burning. He tensed up at first, but then relaxed as the light rubbing continued. I traced the edges of his bottom with the corner of the paddle, then laid it flat to rub his cheeks.

"I love you very much, Tommy, and I enjoy it when you and I can spend time together, whether it’s just me and you, or if it’s with the other boys. But, I want you to know that, if your cousins had acted like you did tonight, Corey would have gotten the same thing you have, and Steve would have gotten it worse. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, sir."

"Being brave doesn’t mean you won’t cry. I know you’re bottom already hurts, and it’ll hurt a lot worse before we’re finished. Won’t it?"

"Yes, sir."

"But, being brave means that you’re going to try hard to accept your punishment because you know you deserve it. Do you know that, Tommy?"

"Yes, sir."

I lifted the paddle and he tensed, but I just went back to rubbing again.

"You don’t have to go places with me, Tommy; but, I hope you enjoy it."

"I do."

"Good. But, if you go places with me, you have to mind me and obey the rules."

"I will from now on, Uncle Jack. I promise."

"That’s good, but you still have one more spanking to go. Don’t you?"

"Yethir" I could tell he was already starting to cry a bit.

"Little boys don’t need spankings when they behave. Do they?"

"No, sir."

The paddle lifted up and smacked against his left cheek. He howled as it bit into his bottom. I gave him a few seconds to settle down.

"Is a little boy behaving when he disobeys?"

"No, thir." Now he was crying, and he howled again as the paddle smacked down on his other cheek.

"How’s a boy acting when he needs a spanking?"

"Naughty." Another howl as the paddle smacked the left cheek again, just below the extra red mark from the first smack.

"Were you behaving tonight?"

"No, thir." The paddle came down on the right cheek again. His crying was getting loud enough that the paddle just caused a slight increase now.

"Were you being naughty when you disobeyed me tonight?"

Yethir!"

"Were you behaving when you disobeyed Dan?" The paddle smacked again. "Twice!" And again.

I couldn’t really understand what he was saying anymore, but he was trying to answer, so I assumed he was hearing me.

"Do you still think it’s funny that Brian and Trey were going to get a spanking?"

His head was shaking back and forth in negation, but he wasn’t even trying to say anything.

"Did you like it when I told them you were going to get spanked?"

"Did you like having to tell them your pants and undies were down, so you could get spanked on your naughty, little, bare bottom?"

"Did you like letting Trey listen to you get spanked?"

Each question was accompanied by another swat. Another one fell on each cheek, then down on his upper legs, and the last question, I turned the paddle a bit, and placed a swat up and down the length of his crack, then one in that direction on each cheek, before a final one back atop his crack. After that last swat, I gave him a minute to calm down.

"You don’t like those things, and you’re not going to do them again. Are you, Tommy?"

When the paddle didn’t fall again, he managed to speak again.

"I’m not. I’m not! I promise, Uncle Jack. I’m gonna be good."

"I believe you, and we’re almost through. Tomorrow, we’re going to have another talk about car safety, before I take you to your day care. For now, since you’re almost eight, you’re going to get eight more swats. I know you’re little bottom feels like it’s on fire, but I think you can take it."

I let go of his hands.

"I want you to scoot up the bed, then roll over on your back."

He did, though he lifted his center to keep his weight off his bottom. Once he was where I wanted him, I put my right forearm under his knees and lifted them. When they were in the right position, I switched to my left arm, and bent it around, so his legs were under my upper arm, and my lower arm was pinning them. I picked up the paddle again, lined it up, then slowly delivered the last swats.

He hadn’t stopped crying from the first set with the paddle, and he was quickly crying harder than he’d managed all night. These swats weren’t especially hard, but his bottom was so sore that he must have thought I was branding him.

In that position, he wasn’t held down like he had been before, and his upper body was squirming all over the bed. His hands started crossed over his chest, but he quickly grabbed hold of the covers, trying to keep from reaching for his bottom. He finally couldn’t stand it, and the little hands flew back to protect his flaming heinie. I saw them coming, and didn’t hit them.

"Move your hands, Tommy." I paused, but he didn’t react. "Move your hands, Thomas Brian, or I’ll put you over my lap and give you a whole spanking with the paddle."

Slowly, reluctantly, he moved them.

"You’ve only got two more swats to go, Tom. Hold on tight."

He covered his eyes with his hands. I lifted the paddle and placed the last two swats right on the sit spot of either cheek. They were hard, but fast, and he let loose one long, continuous howl as they landed.

"It’s over now," I told him.

I dropped the paddle on Steve’s night table, then picked Tommy up from the bed. I swung him around, then carefully sat, then laid, down on the bed. I let Tommy spread out, so he was laying at my left side, with my his face against my chest, and my left hand cuddling the back of his head. With my right, I rubbed his back for a few minutes.

As he settled down, I moved my right hand from his back to my crotch. He quickly cried himself to sleep. Once I was sure he was out, I moved my lifted my hips enough to slide my shorts down, and began to stroke instead of rub. I moved my left hand from his head to his bottom. Slowly rubbing, and enjoying the heat from it. I was so primed it was sad, and quickly shot a load that splattered all over my stomach and chest, even hitting my neck and getting a bit on Tommy’s face and in his hair. I searched around for a second and found Steve’s cum-rag. I dried as much as I could, then draped the rag across the rim of the small trash can, so it could dry.

I lifted Tommy enough for me to shift out, then placed one of Steve’s extra pillows there, to help keep him from accidentally rolling over. I went back to the bathroom and got a warm damp rag. Returning to Steve’s bedroom, I wiped Tommy’s face and hair clean. He woke up a bit, and I told him I was just cleaning his face, so it wouldn’t be sore and sticky in the morning. He went back to sleep without moving, and was that way when I checked back before I went to bed, and still the same way when I woke him, the next morning.

I was so beat that I was barely able to have a shower before hitting my own bed. As sore and spent as I was, I wasn’t able to fall asleep until I shot another load thinking of the spanking I’d just given.