A Requested Spanking

By Nocti Raven

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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“But,” Jack stammered, “I didn’t do anything. That’s not fair!”

Trevor leaned back on the couch and wrapped a protective arm around Katie’s shoulders. Jack could see his classmate’s bicep flexing against her neck, and a few of his armpit hairs poking out the short sleeves of his t-shirt. “Katie said to strip, and you’re not stripping. I think that disobedience counts as punishable bad behavior.”

Katie had to focus very hard to maintain her stern babysitter’s face. Usually the air of authority came naturally to her, but the warm pressure of Trevor’s bare arm against her bare neck was very distracting. She realized quite suddenly that Jack was looking at her, begging with his eyes for some kind of mercy.

“Listen to Trevor,” she said. “He asked if he could watch me spank you, and I said yes. No more arguing.”

Jack struggled to hold back tears, but they started to pool in his eyes anyway. He realized that it didn’t matter whether he cried this time. Katie must have already told Trevor about how he cried every other time . . . and he probably laughed when he heard what a baby his classmate was.

And he started stripping, because he could never resist Katie for long when she was like this. His vision was starting to blur, but he could still make out that expression on her face, that serious, sophisticated look that always came over her when she was upset with him. She became a grown-up when she got that look, and suddenly Jack found himself feeling very young next to her, like she had become a woman already, but he was still a little boy. And he never had any will to refuse her instructions because . . . well, it was the same reason you listen to your parents, or your teacher, or the police. It’s just what you do.

And then there was Trevor, all grown up right along with her. He hated to admit it, but they did make a fitting couple. With his muscles and her boobs, they had to be two of the most attractive kids in eighth grade.

He stopped for a moment when he was down to his boxers. Trevor had seen him like this already. Every boy in their class had seen every other boy in his underwear a hundred times when they changed for gym class. So why did he already feel like he was naked compared to Trevor? He supposed it was because Katie was here. Her presence changed everything. If Katie walked into the boys’ locker room while all the guys were half naked . . . that would change everything too. Jack would turn red with embarrassment and pull his clothes on as quickly as possible, and he suspected most guys would as well. But not Trevor. He’d greet her smoothly, like James Bond, and strut around in his boxers like it was nothing.

Katie’s eyes narrowed just a little, and Jack knew she was losing patience. In fact, Trevor looked somewhat impatient, too, and Jack definitely didn’t want both of them angry. He jabbed his thumbs inside his waistband and pushed it down to the floor.

Trevor gave a little chuckle, and Jack couldn’t help but sob. It was just too much, that chuckle. It was so authentic, so light-heartedly real . . . there was no way he was joking, no way he was just trying to look good in front of Katie. Jack’s dick, which he’d always considered so respectable, was laughable to Trevor. He winced at the chuckle, and scolded himself for not expecting this. Of course Trevor’s dick was bigger than his! He was five inches taller and thirty pounds heavier, all of it muscle. How could he not be better hung?

He had to lie across both their laps today, and he could feel Trevor flexing his thigh muscles under his stomach. Then, as usual, Katie reached between his naked legs to take hold of him by the balls and shift him into optimal spanking position.

Katie wasn’t quite sure how to properly balance him over two laps instead of one, but she didn’t think Jack would notice her uncertainty. She made a point of holding his defenseless little gonads a bit more tightly than usual, just to be sure his mind was thoroughly occupied. But the more she saw and felt of Jack, the more she wondered about Trevor. If his arms and legs were any indication, every inch of her new paramour was not only bigger than Jack, but a fair bit hairier as well. Not gorilla-hairy, like some of those gross boys she’d seen at the high school football games, but a nice even coating of light brown fuzz, and a little more than that in a few key areas.

Seeing Jack’s frantically squirmy reaction to Katie’s fingers around his nuts, Trevor first thought she was just giving him a squeeze to add to the lesson of the spanking. It actually took him a moment to figure out that she was really just moving him into place. He thought that was a very funny way to do things, but it made sense. Let him know you have him by the balls, he thought. He was impressed.

He was actually quite impressed with the whole thing. Katie’s commanding authority, her practiced methods, her. . .

Katie delivered the first spank with deliberate suddenness, catching Jack off-guard as always, and even surprising Trevor a little bit. But he was more impressed than surprised. Katie must have been on the volleyball team because her spike was as flawlessly elegant as it was powerful. Jack, on the other hand, was less impressive. He outright wailed, his voice breaking into a sob. Trevor had always found it hard to believe that boys his own age still needed babysitters, but his doubts were gone now. Truly Jack was still a little boy.

By the second or third spank, all three eighth-graders were practically in a trance. Jack’s whole reality was consumed by the hot burn of his spanking and the icy chill of his humiliation, and Trevor was transfixed by the sight of Katie, the way her budding breasts bounced with every spank she delivered, the intent glimmer in her beautiful green eyes, the unconscious smirk that tugged at her pink lips. Oh, how good those lips would feel, moistened with spit and pursed into a tight O, sliding up and down his rapidly stiffening member. Katie had let her reflexes take over the spanking, freeing her mind to wander . . . and it wandered much the same place that Trevor’s did.

Then a strange impulse seized Trevor, and he very much wanted to try spanking Jack himself. Something about punishing Jack for being such a baby, something about the way he squirmed and reeled with Katie’s every blow, felt very good in his mind, and he wanted to experience it too. Without thinking too much about it, without bothering to ask Katie’s permission, he reached for the cleft between Jack’s naked thighs, just as Katie had before. She stopped abruptly when she saw his hand enter her field of view, his big, strong hand.

For a brief, merciful, beautiful second, Jack thought his spanking was over. Then he felt skin brushing past his butt and between his thighs. It didn’t feel like Katie’s smooth hand; it was bigger, harder, with a little bit of hair on the forearm. He squeezed a plaintive whimper through his sobs as Trevor’s fingers wrapped around his entire package. He tried to think of naked girls, of fucking naked girls. He called up every fantasy he’d ever enjoyed, desperately trying to make his dick even the tiniest bit bigger, just so it wouldn’t feel so little in Trevor’s hand. But it was no use. Every girl he saw in his head was laughing at him, and begging for a taste of Trevor’s massive dick.

Trevor found himself grinning as Jack wriggled in his clutch. He gave the naked boy’s soft little penis a squeeze between two of his knuckles, making him shiver weirdly. He let the limp worm slip out of his grasp and cradled Jack’s little balls with his fingers, bobbing them up and down. He’d never realized how rubbery they felt, probably because he’d always been delicate when handling his own. But he applied a bit more pressure to Jack, and felt like he was touching something completely new, completely alien. They felt even stranger when he realized they were probably only about half the size of his own.

Jack winced, contorting his red, snot- and tear-streaked face into a mask of terror and discomfort.

With one arm still around Katie’s shoulders, Trevor had to move Jack over with just the one hand, but as Katie had demonstrated, that was no problem when the hand in question held his little nuts. He curled his fingers, holding the little orbs against his palm, and with his thumb he pushed at Jack’s wrinkly puckered asshole. Jack responded just as the tip of Trevor’s thumb was about to enter him. He clawed at the couch, pulling himself forward to escape the advancing digit behind him. But Trevor’s thumb followed, and didn’t give up the chase until Jack was in position over his lap, his already crimson butt presenting itself readily.

Trevor had to take his arm off Katie to finish Jack’s spanking, and Katie didn’t mind letting it go. She watched that bicep contract and thicken as the arm moved, and she saw the little curly dark hairs poking out from the armpit as Trevor lifted his hand for his first spank. She even caught a whiff of Trevor’s distinct smell coming off that armpit, a touch of salty boyish sweat mixed with cool minty deodorant. She almost shuddered with desire.

And just upstairs, alone in her bed, comfily tucked in among her blankets and pillows and stuffed animals, six-year-old Allison grinned at the night, for every sound that was made in the living room below carried right through the floor and up to her waiting ears. Ally counted the spanks as she heard them, and she was a little dismayed when they stopped for a few seconds. For a moment she wondered if it was over, which would make this spanking only half as long as most. But then the spanks started up again, and they were louder than ever before! And her big brother Jackie wailed and wailed and wailed.

(The End)