Spanking the Spanker

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Kenny Bland had made it through the last week, with only 2 spankings from his sitter, Elliott Poulding, who was the younger son of their local pastor. Kenny hated the fact that Elliott, a 13 year old 7th grader was siting him, a 14 year old 8th grader, but that was the way his father had decided. To add to the injustice as far as Kenny was concerned was the fact that Elliott didn’t even look his 13 years, being of average height for his age, of slim build and possessing a very young looking face with blond hair, blue eyes and a freckled face. He was forced to suffer discipline from this younger boy, knowing what the consequences would be from his father if he didn’t do what Elliott ordered.

James Poulding the older son of Pastor Frank Poulding had sat Kenny since he was 12 and James was 13. Not a lot of difference in age, but at least James was older than Kenny. James being the pastors oldest son, had been trusted to sit Kenny from the time James had became a teenager. However a few months ago, Jame’s younger brother Elliott had, on his older brothers recommendation and with the Pastors agreement become Kenny's sitter, as James, now 15 year old and in the 9th grade, could no longer regularly sit Kenny, due to the increased work load of high school and his sporting commitments.

James had regularly punished Kenny but since his brother Elliott had taken over, the frequency and severity of the punishment sessions had increased. Only receiving 2 spankings last week was very much less than normal!

Just yesterday Kenny had learned that word had made it out into the neighbourhood that Elliott spanked Kenny and to add to that humiliating revelation, word was also spreading of what Kenny’s private parts looked like as this revelation had come about due to an incident in which Kenny was spanked bare bottom in front of some local kids who were friends of Elliott and had seen exactly what he looked like between his legs. Puberty had not been all that kind to Kenny, though he was a bit more muscular than your average 14-year-old boy, Kenny’s penis wasn't much more developed than a prepubescent boys’ but at least his balls did hang down a little bit, though not by very much. His very sparse, light blond pubic hair was really still just fuzz and still largely unnoticeable, except at close range, and even that meagre offering had only recently started growing. He was sure come Monday at school, he would be hearing a lot more about his humiliation at the hands of this younger 7th grade boy.

Just as Kenny and his dad were about to leave their house to get pizzas the phone rang!

"Hello," Mr. Bland answered into the phone. With the mention of Elliott, Kenny listened in much more intensely. Mr. Bland continued, "Why Elliott, you sound upset, what’s wrong? Oh don’t worry Elliott, your backpack is still here. You must have left it yesterday. We we’re going out now anyway, I can drop it by your house on our way. We should see you in a few minutes or so. No problem. See you in a while." Mr. Bland replaced the receiver.

"Kenny, please put Elliott's backpack in the car," Mr. Bland said. "I told him we'd drop it off on the way to get our pizza."

"Yes, dad," Kenny said, and went to get the backpack and take it with them in the family car.

A few minutes later Mr. Bland pulled the car up to the curb at the Pouldings house and as he opened his door to get out, he said, "Kenny, you grab the backpack and come in with me, we can say Hi to Mrs Poulding, Elliott and maybe James too if he’s there. I know Pastor Poulding is off at a conference."

Kenny complied and headed to the front door following his dad. Mr Bland rang the doorbell. Ruth, Elliott's little sister answered.

Mrs Poulding called out, "Who is it?”

"Mr. Bland and Kenny," Ruth replied.

"Well, ask them to come in," said Mrs Poulding.

As they stepped into the house, Kenny could not believe his eyes. There, in the corner of the living room with a bar of soap sticking out of his mouth was a shirtless Elliott, saliva dripping from his mouth onto his bare chest! He clearly had tears in his eyes and was blushing profusely, probably compounded by the fact that Kenny was seeing him like this!

Noticing that Mr. Bland and Kenny were looking at Elliott, Mrs. Poulding said, “Don’t mind Elliott, he's been a naughty boy and is getting his mouth soaped before I whip his bottom,"

"Why is Elliott in trouble," Mr. Bland asked, I have always considered him a mature boy just like his older brother?”

"Oh, Elliott is anything but mature and in reality, James is not all that mature for his older age either. Despite being 15, James still acts up, it’s a fact of nature that boys mature both physically and mentally later than girls. In fact, James didn’t even start puberty till he was nearly 15 years old, but I am sure you know all about boys and their maturity and behaviour very well, having your own son?

“Oh I sure do” Mr Bland responded.

“In Elliott’s case he thought it was appropriate to use a rude word to me when I asked too see a note from school that I was expecting. Seems he conveniently didn’t bring his bag home with him." Mrs. Poulding said. Then, she looked over to 15-year-old James, who was also in the room, and demanded, "Not acceptable behaviour is it"?

James answered quickly, "No ma'am” , still blushing profusely from the public revelation of the secret about his late development.

"What happens to boys who use rude words in this house," Mrs. Poulding asked James.

"They get a mouth soaping and a whippin,'" James replied.

"That’s right, a bare bottom whippin'" Mrs. Poulding said matter-of-factly. "Just like I gave you about a week ago on the bare bottom when you last misbehaved, right James"?

"Yes Ma’am” James replied, his face blushing even more profusely.

Kenny was doubly shocked! First to hear that James, who had sat him and punished him for two years prior to the introduction of Elliott a few months ago, had been pre-pubescent throughout most, if not all of those two years and second that James still got spanked even though he was now a high schooler.

"My apologies, Alan, where are my manners. Won’t you please sit down? I'm so sorry, but with all the commotion of Elliott's behaviour and all, I forgot to invite you to relax." Mrs. Poulding said in an embarrassed voice.

"Think nothing of it, Helen, I understand completely, I was not planning on staying, we’re on the way to get pizza," Mr. Bland informed.

“Oh please, won’t you take a seat for just a few minutes whilst I discipline Elliott? Pastor Poulding believes a degree of humiliation adds to the effectiveness of a punishment session. The presence of you and Kenny will certainly add humiliation and effectiveness to Elliott’s punishment.

Mr. Bland nodded agreement and took a seat on the sofa, along with Kenny.

Mrs. Poulding left the living room momentarily and when she returned, she carried in her right hand, a small wooden pole with two thick leather straps attached to it.

Mrs. Poulding ordered, "Elliott, over here, now!"

Elliott complied immediately, still with the bar of soap sticking out of his mouth.

"Pull your pants down," Mrs. Poulding commanded.

Elliott whimpered, but complied.

"Underpants." Mrs. Poulding directed.

Looking very reluctant, Elliott hesitated momentarily, his face and chest blushing just like his brothers with humiliation and embarrassment before he complied and then stepped out of his pants and underpants.

13-year-old Elliott Poulding now stood totally naked and exposed!

A smile spread across Kenny’s face. Elliott had always looked younger than his 13 years when dressed, but now, naked, with his blond hair untidy, his eyes moist and tears running down over his freckled cheeks he looked even younger. Elliott showed no signs of having started puberty, he still had a prepubescent undeveloped penis and scrotum which was not covered by a single pubic hair, he was totally bald everywhere below his head. His bottom was still fleshy and slightly on the chubby side. Elliott really looked more like a 10-year-old, Kenny thought to himself. After the revelation of the late development of his older brother, Elliott was obviously following in the family tradition.

"With the words that came out of your mouth, I think you need to keep the soap in your mouth during your punishment tonight, understand me," Mrs. Poulding asked.

Elliott whimpered and nodded, it was impossible to talk with the bar of soap in his mouth!

"Now, my dirty-mouthed little boy," Mrs. Poulding began, " bend over that chair."

Elliott whimpered again, but complied.

Elliott's position gave Kenny and Mr. Bland a perfect view of Elliott's chubby bare bottom, quivering, awaiting what was to come.

Mrs. Poulding swung back and made the first contact with Elliott's bare bottom. She had obviously had plenty of practice at using the device as she knew exactly how to use it to the ultimate effect.

Kenny and his father noticed that Elliott bit down on the soap due to the pain he was enduring as the strokes continued and that he was soon sobbing. He appeared to try and beg for mercy, but little could be understood due to the bar of soap.

"So how often do you punish Elliott," Mr. Bland asked.

"Oh, probably once or twice a week," Mrs. Poulding replied whilst not pausing from Elliott's whipping as she continued the conversation.

"And you still punish James, too," Mr. Bland asked.

Kenny smiled at his dad’s questions.

"Yes, James still gets his bare bottom whipped," Mrs. Poulding replied. "Although, he doesn't get it as often as Elliott any more. Probably only once every couple of weeks."

"I'm surprised you still punish James like this too," Mr. Bland said. "He is in high school."

"Being in High School has nothing to do with it as far as I am concerned. James knows that as long as he acts immaturely, he'll be treated like a little boy and punished. As he has only recently started puberty, I decided to reinforce the fact that he is still acting like a little boy, by keeping his small growth of pubes shaved off and I would do the same for his pit hair if he had any, but he doesn’t” Mrs. Poulding said. "Don't I James"?

James, with a renewed beet-red face, replied meekly, "Yes ma'am."

Having been over James's lap many, many times for spankings, Kenny could not help but feel a sense of joy knowing that James was being kept hairless like a little boy, with the added bonus that he was still getting spanked by his mom!

After a few more strokes, Mrs. Poulding ordered, "Stand up Elliott and open your mouth.”

Elliott stood and opened his mouth, allowing Mrs. Poulding to remove the bar of soap.

"Now go into the corner again, till I tell you when you can come out," Mrs. Poulding ordered.

"Yes mommy," Elliott meekly spluttered out as he positioned himself back into the corner.

"Well Helen, we have to be going, I am sure Kenny is hungering for our pizza" Mr. Bland said. "I hope our presence added to Elliott punishment."

"Oh, I'm sure it did” Mrs. Poulding said, “Especially the fact that Kenny was watching!”

Smiling, Mr. Brand replied, “Yes, I’m pretty sure you’re right”. Then Mr. Bland turned to the disgraced and humiliated Elliott in the corner and said, "Oh, by the way Elliott, you’re clearly, not mature enough to sit Kenny. I will talk with Pastor Poulding when he returns from Conference and ask who he would recommend to replace you”.

Kenny could feel his excitement rise; this was such good news. No more would Elliott be sitting him, spanking him, humiliating him, Kenny was elated.

When they had gotten back into the car and drove off for their pizza, Kenny considered the prospect of a new sitter and hoped it would be someone, older and fairer than Elliott and James had been and certainly he hoped, they would not be a girl!

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