"Bend Over, Touch Your Knees & Spread Your Legs, Now Boy!"
Copyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original author only, whether stated explicitly in the text or not. The original date of posting to the MMSA was: 28 Mar 2009
Spank "Oww, stop, you can't", Spank Spank "Ouch, do This, owww" Spank Spank "Oww, to me, mom, ouch"
Spank Spank Whack Whack Whack "Owww, tell him to stop, oww, oww, damn, oww" Spank "Yelp" Whap "Yelp" Whack Whack Whack "Ouch, stop, yelp, yelp, shit, oww, damn, oww, oww, come on now, stop, will you, owwww, mom!!!!!!"
"You need a good spanking youngster, a good hard spanking and that's just what you're going to get."
I'm spanking my girlfriend's 18 year old son Randall on the bare bottom. He's face down across my lap, his long silky blond hair is flying through the air like a mop head in a tornado, his little right fist is pounding the floor and his long bicycle pumped legs are pumping the air. The cute little stinker is making a spectacle of himself, trying to get free and failing and of course failing utterly in his damands that I stop spanking his cute little bottom. Boy needed a spanking for years and his behavior was that of an 18 year old brat who never got his cute little pink sweet cheeks warmed. I was putting an end to that.
Spank Spank Spank "Owww, stop, stop it, oww, stop, stop it, oww." Spank Spank Spank "Owww, stop, come on, stop, will you stop, ouch."
"Hey kid, make the most of your first spanking, cry in out kid, you're sure letting it out from the other end", I joked because Randall was farting heavily like most teen boys do during a good spanking, or during anything for the most part. Didn't bother me none. Let that little puckered pooter percolate, I was gonna spank those cute little buns an angry sore crimson.
Spank Spank Spank Spank "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, come on, sob, sob."
"There ya go young fella, cry it out, that's one of the benefits of a good old fashioned spanking", I said to the young bugger as the water works started to turn on. Of course, as any spanker knows, when the tears start to come then it's time to go for the gusto and really whack those young buns till the boy is weeping like the little baby he really is, releasing the buried emotions that he and all of his cute cocky little buddies bury inside their cute little macho shells.
Spank Spank Spank Spank Spank Spank Spank Spank Spank "Oww, sob, ok stop now, sob, please, sob, oww."
You probably want to know the specific reason that I'm spanking young Randall, aside from his general bratiness and the fact that the kid has a very cute, very round and very smooth high arched little caboose that was meant for whopping. Well, the boy had a bad virus and the old doctor gave his mom a prescpription of 5 pills to take every 2 days. The youngster flatly refused to take them so the doctor, who was giving young Randall the benefit of the doubt, that he just didn't like taking pills and was not just being a little snotty brat, gave the 5 pills in anal suppository form so the kid could let his little fart hole swallow them up.
"What, no fucking way mom, are you crazy", the boy said as he threw the bottle on the kitchen floor, tossed his long mane of blond hair through the air cockiy , plastered a bratty smirk on his cute little face and turned to swagger away. That was it. I had lived with the boy and his mom for about a year and so many times I had wanted to put the little bugger across my knee to tan his tushie and this was it, he was gonna do what I told him or it was a sore red little can for cute little Randall, such a cute name for a cute boy.
"Hey, get off of me, mom tell him to get the fuck off of me", Randall yelled for 'mummy' as I grabbed him and dragged him, actually carried him by the waist in my right arm, back into the kitchen where I dropped him on his feet which made his hair bounce up and down. The boy was livid at this ignoble manhandling, actually the first manhandling of his young life. Well there was a lot more mandhandling where that came from if the kid did not copperate.
"Strip naked, bend over and touch your knees, boy, your mom will put the suppository up your litte butthole", I ordered.
"What, mom!!!!!!!!!!!", the kid turned white and again looked to 'mummy' for comfort, the same 'mummy' who he had disrespected for 18 years.
"Do as he says, honey", Mom said but the boy stood firm, that boyish passive-aggressive look on his face, he wanted to say something but he stayed quiet. So I spoke.
"Randall, do as I say or I will strip you and put you across my knee and spank you, you'll bend over and touch your knees then, that I promise you, boy", I said aggressively and the boy's face turne crimson, a split second after the word spanking was mentioned, a coloring that brought out his blue eyes and blond hair, then turned white and he was farting his little can hole off but who could blame him in the predicament that he had gotten himself into, and he tried to run but was of course caught and carried, kicking and cursing, his long hair flying, back into the kitchen for a good sound lesson.
"Mom, tell him to leave me alone", Randall yelled when he was dropped on his feet.
"Hey, noooooooooooooooooo", Randall yelled when his long red tee-shirt was pulled up over his head, revealing his creamy white toned upper body.
"Hey, no, stop", Randall yelled as I bent over and pulled down his tight black speedo bicycle shorts, as he held on to my shoulders, the grip of his little teenaged hands making me feel powerful. The shorts came down along with his very clean tightie whities, which created a delightful panty line in his tight speedo, very boyish looking. The whiteness of the shorts was compliments of the boy's mom who I had seen spending a lot of time bleaching out the yellow and brown stains that the young bugger had left on the drawers. 'Boy should be back in diapers', she said to me once as she happily washed the boy's Calvin Klein 'diapers'.
After making the kid step out of his shorts, I stood back up and on my way I was hit in the nose with the purple head of the lad's nice sized pink teenaged whopper and for a split second I smelt boyish sweat coming from the soft hair on his tender pink balls and the much more boyish smell of a sweaty boyish bottom crack.
This story opened with what happened next. The kid was turned over my knee and spanked to tears from a very red, very sore little muscle butt.
"Owwwwwwwwwwww, sob, sob." The kid looked cute as he jumped up and down and his long hair, along with his long wang, flopped through the air as he rubbed his little fanny.
"Bend over, touch your knees and spread your legs, now boy!!", I ordered as the little cutie, his long blond hair framing his cute face, tears dripping down his pink cheeks, stood and looked at me in defeat, his hands tenderly masaging his fanny humps.
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr", Randall growled, in an obvious effort to maintain some semblence of machoness, as he did what he was told to do. Damn he looked cute, his long blond hair hanging down one end and his very red, very cute and very round young bottom sticking up at the other end.
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr', more growls from the cute little puppy dog as I reached into his sweaty pink buttcrack, he was developing a nice man bush and the platinum blond hairs were sweaty and they looked so sweet in relation to the very pink, so baby pink in fact that it was almost as juicy red as his spanked sweet cheeks, very moist, very healthy little butt hole, so delicate in relation to the ruggedness of the rest of the kid, though of course his whole young body, his cock and balls more so, were covered in tender pink baby skin. It was just that the kid's farter was particularly delicate and tender looking, shielded form the elements for 18 years by a nice pair of cute boyish buttocks, now it's comfort increased by a nest of boyishly soft blond crack hair which absorbed the sweat that developed in the marvelous pink asscrack.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, haven't seen that little orifice in almost 16 years and it still looks the same, so pink and delicate", the boy's mom said as she warmly and lovingly pushed the suppository into the pink little rump chute that she had wiped and washed so many years before. The tender little farter gobbled the suppository up hungrily. As his mom did her duty Randall tossed his blond hair out of his face and looked up over his shoulder with a bright red face, only to turn his hard again and let out another puppy dogish, though to him it was very fierce, growl.
The next 3 doses went well. Randall was grounded for 2 weeks and me and his mom went into his room whre I spread his cheekies and she put the medication up his tight little asshole. Each and every time she marvelled at the tender pinkness of the 'baby bottom hole', which is what she called it, eliciting a puppy dog growl from Randall each and every time.
"Damn, he keeps farting it out", I said as the boy's mom tried to put the last of the suppositories up pink hiney heaven. The little asshole, Randall and his little fart hole that is, kept on pooting the damn thing out. I could see that Randall, his ass now kind of healed, kind of found this amusing.
"Kid needs an enema, get the enema bulb", I told my girl friend.
"No fucking way", Randall started to kick and yell but I got him and threw him over my shoulder and carried him to the bathroom where his mom had filled up the bulb of the enema with nice delicate soapy water, nothing but the best for her kid's 'pink baby bottom hole'.
Spank "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww." A good smack to the fannny calmed down the kicking little puppy dog and when we arrived in the bathroom, I kept him over my shoulder and held his legs to keep him from kicking his mom while she spread his cute cheeks, which had a nice red handprint on them, greased up his delicate little farter, tenderly put the nozzle into the baby pink poop chute and gave her baby his first enema in about 17 years.
"Do your business and then you're getting a good sound spanking", I said as I dropped the kid ass down on the pot whille me and his mom walked out of the bathroom.
"Noooooooooooooooooo, not again!!", Randall protested when I stormed into the bathroom where he was bent over the sink, his long blond hair flowing down, to wash his hands.
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo", Randall said as I threw him on his back on his bed.
"Come on, hey don't", more pretests from the cute long haired little puppy as I lifted his legs in the air, as he mom watched, and started to spank his glorious bottom diaper style.
Spank Spank Spank "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, ouch." There is something about spanking a teenaged boy diaper style. He is still young and pink skinned and the first thing that one thinks about is him being diapered, especially his mom. His ass is baby pink yet hard and muscular and his little asshole, or his 'little baby bottom hole', is pink and delicate, but he has hair, soft and shiny hair, in his pink bottom crack and on his balls, which are pink and delicate, and his cock is baby pink but a hot ramrod that could almost blast a hole in a wall.
Spank Spank Spank Spank Spank Spank Spank Spank Whack Whack Whack Whap Whap Whap Whap Whack Whap
'Oww, sob, sob." I whaled the tar out of Randall's hiney and tender thighs.
"Let me get the hairbrush", the boy's mom said as I continued to tan the kid's sassy rearend.
"Mom no, oww", Randall scraemed out in pain as I pushed his legs way up over his head, so that his delicate litte farter was aimed at the ceiling, and his mom took the hairbrush to his caboose, something that she had obviously wanted to do for years since she really tore the kid's ass apart.
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, sob, sob." A puppy dog growl mixed with salty boyish tears as mom inserted the last of the suppositories up Randal's baby bottom hole, It was amazing how delicate she was with the kid's little fart hole after she beat his ass but good. Again Randall learned a valuable lesson. If he had cooperated with us for his enema he would not have been spanked but I guess boys learn best the hard way.
If Randall had put the suppositories up his own little pink asshole in the first place he might not have become a little 'spankster'. After those first 2 spankings Randall got spanked each and every time that he had needed discipline.
The last time I had spanked Randall was when I met him and his mom at the mall and he was being real bratty to her, which promped me to get down on one knee and put him across my raised knee and spank him on the seat of his super tight white speedo bicyle shorts, which accentuated his tight little spankable bum and showed off his pink pumped legs. I spanked him only to the tune of 35 whacks. I wanted to leave the boy's, who wanted to drop dead of mortification from all the people watching him get his due, cute little tushie hot and bothered but him able to sit somewhat comfortably in the barber's chair for a crew-cut. After his haircut I took the boy, who was weeping heavily from having his pretty locks cut off, across my knee and spanked him very soundly on the seat of his speedos, his long hair no longer there to hide his red, yelping face as I soundly tanned his buns. The people in the shop actualy cheered when I was done spanking the cute young crew-cutted little puppy dog as he jumped up and down and rubbed the seat of his tight speedos.
I imagine that Randall is like most teenaged boys. He learned best the hard way which was sunny side up across my knee getting my 'hard' hand applied 'hard' to the 'hard' cheeks of his very spankable young caboose. Also, Randall looked mighty cute in his crew-cut, real 'butch' in fact, like a real tough energetic 'boy-boy' who needed lots of firm loving dicipline to keep him reined in. I nicknamed Randall "Butch' which he didn't mind. However, he hated it when I said, 'Butch, I'm going to put you across my knee and spank you', especially when I did so publicly. People loved seeing the cute 'butch' boy get his due and I loved giving it to 'Butch'.