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A Strop for My Eighteenth Birthday

by Y Lee Coyote

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: 05 Aug 2009


The following story is fiction about teen boy who is subject to spanking of several sorts from his younger babysitters.  If this subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.

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My folks were going away for the weekend and I had just gotten home from after playing after school this Friday afternoon.  Even though I was almost seventeen, ok, sixteen and a half, they won't permit me to stay home alone until I'm eighteen.  Mom was waiting for Hank to arrive so that she could get going.  I liked Hank, he was two and half years older than I and he had been sitting me for five years.  We got along really well and he was not super strict but I knew that I had best mind what I do when he was here.  My parents had decided that they would punish me with grounding, lost of privileges or extra chores but no longer spank me.  My babysitters were still authorized to use that arcane method, however.

Both Mom and I were surprised when she answered the doorbell.  It was not Hank but his younger brother Derek who was just fourteen then.  He was neatly attired in a dress shirt with tie and slacks so that he looked like a young gentleman rather than a kid.  He greeted Mom politely and waved to me.  "Hank got hurt playing ball and the hospital called just a half hour ago.  My mom has gone to the hospital and I've come in his place.  I'm the same age as Hank was when he first sat for Eddie and I know that it would be very difficult for you to get a replacement for Hank at this late hour."  Mother was taken back and was silent.  Derek was two and half years younger than I and I did not think Mom would agree but if she did surely I could be in charge after she left.

"I really don't have much of a choice." said Mom.

"I've quite a bit of experience, Ma'am, especially with boys who usually prefer male sitters.  Are your contact information and Eddie's rules in the phone book, as usual?"  Mom took just a minute to decide and then told Derek that he would do fine and admonished me that I should listen to him as he was my babysitter.  I cringed at that word.

After we were alone, Derek put his bike into the garage and then changed into shorts so that we could play in the backyard.  It just seemed like we were friends until dinner time.  He insisted that we eat the stuff that Mom had left for us and that's what we did.  Then we went to watch TV.  At 7:30 when we had a half hour nothing-to-watch break, he told me to shower and change into my pj's so that I could get to bed on time after the movie.  When I objected and said that my bedtime was much later, he just picked up the telephone book and, after studying it, made me read the rules.  They were old rules and never updated but he insisted they were what my parents had specified and that is what we had to follow.  The discussion was closed.

I should never have given him backtalk.  He got me by surprise.  He grabbed my wrist, sat on the couch, pulled me over his lap, got a leg over mine and my arm in hammer lock all in just seconds.  He grabbed the waistband of my track shorts and yanked them down exposing my butt.  Then he spanked me.  He spanked long and hard.  His spanks hurt.  I was yelling but he really had me locked into place so all I could do was yell and scream like a little boy who needs a babysitter.  After twelve minutes I was beat and went limp although he spanked me for another three minutes.  This was the hardest and longest spanking I had ever gotten.  I could not believe what had happened.  Even after Derek had released my arm and unclamped my legs, I just stayed there sobbing.  This was more than enough spanking to convince me that Derek was really in charge and that I had to obey him.  "I'll go shower and change right away." I said hoping that would be the end to all this.

It was not to be.  Derek stood me up and my shorts fell to the floor.  He had me step out of them and lead me to the bathroom wearing just my T-shirt.  Once there he got a washcloth and soaped it up.  "Eddie, you sure do have a potty mouth and it needs a most through washing out."

"Please, not that." I begged.  But he promised another spanking if I did not comply immediately and it would be with more than his hand.  That was too horrid to contemplate so I stepped to the sink and opened my potty mouth.  The soap was awful beyond belief.  He pushed the soap filled cloth around to get into every nook and cranny.  As he spread the soap everywhere, the soapy water filled my mouth.

"Don't swallow or you'll be sick, boy." he cautioned.  What a terrible choice that was.  "I'll let you spit in a couple of minutes."  Even after that, the taste was terrible and rinsing did not help very much.  I was a very sorry boy by then.  I was also completely limp and docile.  Derek's hard spanking and the mouth soaping so over whelmed me that I felt like a little boy.  I knew to my very core that Derek was totally in charge and that I had best not disobey him any more than I would his big brother Hank.

He removed my T-shirt and socks and ordered me into the tub for my bath.  I said I could shower by myself but he disagreed and said that little boys get baths.  I did not dare to argue any further and did as I was told.  He carefully washed me from head to toe.  I was scrubbed every place that dirt collects on little boys.  He did behind my ears and between my toes.  The last two places were my bat and balls (as he called them) and then my ass crack.  He was appalled at how dirty that last place was.  He had to wash it three times and said that it was the dirtiest butt hole in the entire world.  It was sore from all the rubbing with the washcloth when he was finished.  He let the water out of the tub and then rinsed me with clean cold water from the shower hose.

Derek then got my comb from the cabinet and ran it through my pubes.  I yelled for they were tangled and that hurt.  "You really are a little boy who does not know how to keep himself clean."  I just stared at the floor very ashamed of myself.  I had a sore bottom and still tasted soap in my mouth and my young babysitter was continuing to prove to me that I did not take proper care of myself.  "I can't comb out all those tangles so they have to go."  I though that he was going to snip them one by one but I was wrong.  He had gotten the little clippers that Mom used to save on barbers and grabbed my bat.  In a couple of seconds half my pubes were on the bottom of the tub.  Derek then continued and soon I was a bald as a ten-year-old.  "When they grow back, I hope that you will keep them neat, boy, but for now you don't deserve them at all.  Derek dried me off, insisted that I go pee-pee and then took me to my bedroom.  Soon I was tucked in wearing my pj's.

I looked at the clock and it was not quite 9:00.  If I had done as he told me, I would just be getting to bed and still have pubes rather than a very sore bottom and a mouth still tasting of soap.  Derek may have been young but he was strict and knew how to deal with me.  He was far stricter than my parents who would have let me get away with a lot.

* * * * * * * * * *

In the morning Derek cautioned me that I had better wipe properly or I would be punished again.  I was very careful to do so.  Then we took our bikes and some food and went to the forest a few miles away to play in the woods.  This was a pleasant surprise as he had not even asked my mother for permission.  Derek reminded me that I was not to go off by myself and especially not swim alone.  "If I don't bring you home, your parents won't pay me." he explained with a laugh.  Actually, he was all fun after that.  We did get to swimming hole but we had forgotten to bring swim suits.  We were alone so we went naked.  It really felt good to skinny dip in the cool water.  I did feel a little funny that my crotch was bald and that Derek had a lush bush.  I rationalized that there wasn't anyone else around and Derek certainly had already seen me without them.  We were just getting out when three kids showed up.  They must have been about thirteen and, of course, they noticed what I didn't have.  One of them commented that I looked like I was old enough to have pubes.  I did not know what to say so I said I was a late developer. That was a mistake.

They were already stripping to go swimming and in a couple of minutes two of them were down to their birthday suits.  They both had pubes.  The third one was in a two-piece bathing suit as she was a tomboy.  They were cool about being naked while she was not.  "Her mom says girls should be more modest so she promised to wear a swim suit."  one of them explained.  "Terry is a tomboy and we have all seen each other naked since we were little and will again when she dries off."

"Tell them the truth, boy." ordered Derek.  "And apologize also."

Now they were most interested.  Maybe if I had told the truth immediately it would not have been an issue.  "I was naughty and part of the punishment was to lose my pubes.  I'm sorry that I lied but I was ashamed."  Now they all wanted to have a close look, especially Terry who said that I still had some hair and should be shaved for a proper punishment."  The other two agreed.

"That an excellent suggestion, Terry.  I shall consider it.  Thank you." said Derek.  Then he turned to me.  "Go cut a switch so that you can be properly punished for lying, boy."  I was not sure exactly what to get but a cut a thin branch growing from the base of a tree.  I stripped off the leaves and branches and Derek was satisfied.  He made me bend over and gave me six cuts.  They hurt and I yelled some much to the amusement of the three witnesses who congratulated Derek on doing a good job.  We got dressed and Derek made me carry the switch back to the bikes in case I misbehaved.

After eating out, when we got home Derek asked me if I could do a proper job showering and I said I could.  He did not watch me but carefully inspected me to see that I had.  He even checked that I had gotten my crack clean with a wet towel which, I'm happy to say, I had.  He also checked the briefs I had worn all day.  Unfortunately, I failed that inspection.  I begged him not to spank me again for he had done that several times in just the last twenty-four hours.  I should have kept my mouth shut because he decided to take Terry's advice.  I was still naked and he had me lie on a towel on my bed.  He got a disposable razor and shaving cream from my parent's bathroom.  Once I realized what he was going to do, I begged him not to and to spank me instead.  He was not moved.

He covered me with the foam and carefully removed all the stubble that the clipper.  After he had dried me off, he said: "If you cannot keep yourself clean like a man then you cannot have a man's hair."  He also put me to bed early rather than allow me to watch TV with him.  I confess that I was angry and confused.  Derek was ever so strict but he never got excited nor raised his voice when he punished me.  He seemed more disappointed than angry.  That was different then how my other sitters and even my parents behaved.

On Sunday, I was a good boy.  We played some games and after lunch went to a great action movie.  My parents came home in time for dinner and Derek returned home.  He did not give any report but just said that things went OK.

* * * * * * * * * *

A couple of weeks later my parents were planning going out Saturday night so Mom asked me who she should get to sit me.  I was allowed to chose my sitter from past ones  and I requested Derek.  She was surprised but agreed.  "Derek did seem to make a difference in you for have been most well behaved since he was here." she commented.  "You haven't even had any skid marks since then."  I was looking forward to seeing him again.

I told Derek that I was very happy that he was my sitter again.  I loved Hank for all these years as my sitter but Derek had somehow changed me.  I then told him that I had a confession.  I had done a couple of things that my parents did not know about.  I had hidden these things from them because they would have grounded me but I knew I need to be punished.  First, I did have skid marks on two days but I washed those briefs before Mom saw them in the laundry.  Second, I did not go to the film I told Mom I was going but to the horror film at was also playing.

Derek looked at me for a full minute.  "You were a naughty boy and need to be punished."

"Yes, Sir.  I don't want my parents to do it but for you to deal with me.  Please."

He thought about all this for a while and agreed to punish me.  He did not tell me his plan but I thanked him and promised to cooperate with him.  He told me to go to my room, strip completely and wait with my nose in the corner.  I did as he ordered as fast as I could.  It seemed like a long time that I waited for him to come to give me my well-deserved punishment.  Once he did, it seemed ever so soon.

Cheating and lying about the movie had earned me a spanking.  He went to my closet and found a flip-flop before sitting on my bed.  I got across his lap at a bit of an angle so the bed supported my weight.  He held me about the waist and I resolved not to struggle.  He gave me several hard hand spanks before switching to the flip-flop.  I really knew that I was getting a hard spanking for I was soon crying.  I was very sorry for what I had done and knew that I was getting a very fair punishment.  All I could think was that I had done wrong and I was now paying for it.  I wished that I had been good and resolved to be good in the future.  Eventually, Derek stopped spanking me and I cried on his shoulder for a long time.  I never felt sorrow like this after grounding and stuff.

When I had recovered, Derek made me show him my underwear and it was (fortunately) clean.  Then he got a wet towel and made a close inspection.  Although I hadn't made skid marks, the towel test showed that I had not wiped properly.  "That's at least three times in less than three weeks.  Since you can't do this simple task like a grown up you may not have grown up hair." he declared simply but most definitively.  Derek went off to get the needed things and I fingered my very short hairs knowing that they soon would be gone once again.  I expected him to shave me, but he came back with a bottle of something.  He rubbed the stuff all over my crotch, especially above my bat and balls.  He explained that this was a hair remover and in a few minutes I would be as smooth as a baby's ass.  All the hair would be destroyed even below the surface so it would not come back for a long time.  Derek took me to the shower and washed the cream off.  It was just as he said – all the hair was gone and I was totally smooth like a little boy.  Derek allowed me to shower but he carefully inspected me before I put on my pj's.  We watched a movie and even though it ran a bit past my bedtime but he allowed me to see the end of it before tucking me in for the night.  I slept peacefully even though I had a sore bottom for I knew I was even with the world.

* * * * * * * * * *

It was a couple of weeks later and I had been neglecting my chores.  I was surprised that after dinner Derek showed up and Dad came to my room with him.  I learnt that Derek had a long chat with my parents and was now in charge of me.  They had decided that I responded well to Derek's discipline – especially his corporal punishment that Dad didn't want to do any more – so, from now on, he was in charge of my discipline.  My parents even knew that he had removed my pubes and that was in keeping with their idea that I was still a little boy.

I had to strip and bend over the bed.  Derek then used my own heavy belt on my butt.  I got ten strokes.  Each and every one of them hurt like the blazes.  I yelled, of course, but that did not deter Derek.  When he had finished, I was told to stand in the corner until called. I heard him leave and so I stood there contemplating my new situation.  I was not sure if it was a good thing or not.

It was Mother who called me out of the corner.  I tried to hide my crotch from her but she said that naughty little boys without hair should not do that.  Then she lectured me about doing my chores among other stuff.  I was sent to shower and then she inspected me to be sure that I had done the job properly.  She helped me into my pj's and tucked me in.

There were some interesting twists because I had to see Derek to get spanked.  One time when I brought home a most unsatisfactory report from school.  Both Mom and Dad had the same reaction – I needed a spanking.  I had to call Derek myself and explain how I did not study for a couple of exams and that my parents said I needed to be spanked.  Derek said that he was pretty busy but I should come right over.  He led me to his garage explaining that his parents had company and he did not want my yells to disturb them.  Hank was also there as his college was on a different schedule than my high school.

Derek reviewed everything with me while Hank listened.  Then I had to strip completely and bend over the car trunk.  The garage door had to remain open so that there would be su