My Naughty Weekend by James Tanner copyright 2004 by James Tanner, all rights reserved * * * * * This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story. * * * * * IBM and ThinkPad are registered trademarks of International Business Machines Corporation. Microsoft and Word 2000 are registered trademarks of Microsoft Corporation. * * * * * My Naughty Weekend by James Tanner My name is Jimmy and I'm 11 years old. I'm five feet tall and weigh 97 pounds. I have a sister Julie and she's 9 years old. We live with our mom in Phoenix, Arizona. My mom and dad are divorced. I haven't seen my dad for over two years. Mom works full-time as a grade-school teacher. I'm a good student, but sometimes I get into trouble. When I'm bad, mom still spanks me. She spanked me on Saturday morning. I heard the ice cream truck, but I had already spent my allowance money on a model car. I asked mom for some money, but she gave me a lecture on saving money. When she went into the laundry room, I took three dollars from her purse. I bought four frosty malts. I put two of the malts in the refrigerator, gave one to Julie and saved one for myself. We were eating the malts and watching cartoons when mom came out of the laundry room. "Where did you get the money for those?" she asked. "I found some money in my room." I'm not a very good liar. Friday was payday. After going to the bank and giving us our allowances, mom knew how much money she had in her purse. She counted her money. "Jimmy, did you steal five dollars from my purse?" "It was only three dollars and I didn't steal it. I just borrowed it. I'll pay you back next week." Stupid! Mom tricked me. She said five dollars and I corrected her. Sometimes my mouth is faster than my brain. "Young man, when you take money from my purse without asking, that's stealing. Shame on you! I can't believe I'm raising a thief. You're getting a spanking. Take off your clothes right now! When I'm naughty, I get naked spankings. If I argue with mom or try to stall, I get spanked and paddled: my usual 50 spanks by hand and then 50 spanks with the paddle. I took off my sandals and T-shirt, and then I pulled off my shorts. I was down to my underpants and I started to cry. "Take off your underpants unless you want the paddle, too!" I quickly stripped off my underpants. Mom spanks hard with her hand, but that paddle just kills my butt. Mom sat down on a kitchen chair. "Over my lap, young man!" I lay my tan body over her lap. My white bare butt was sticking way up in the air, waiting to be turned red. Smack! Smack! Smack! Three spanks on my bare right cheek. Smack! Smack! Smack! Three spanks on my bare left cheek. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Four hard spanks on my butt crack. That's how mom spanks me. Three spanks on one cheek, three spanks on the other cheek and then four hard spanks on both cheeks across my butt crack. Mom told me once that I have a tight firm butt, just perfect for spanking! Smack! Smack! Smack! Right cheek. Smack! Smack! Smack! Left cheek. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Like heat-seeking missiles, four more spanks found their butt-crack target. Mom always gives me a spank, waits two or three seconds, and then gives me another spank. She wants to make sure I feel each one. Mom says my butt always does a "cute" little fanny dance after each spank. Smack! Smack! Smack! "Stop!" Smack! Smack! Smack! "I'll be good." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "It hurts!" 50 spanks takes about three minutes. That's not a very long time...unless you're getting spanked on your bare behind! I clenched my cheeks, got a spank, did my fanny dance and cried. Then it was another spank, another fanny dance and more tears. Spank! Spank! Spank! Right cheek. Spank! Spank! Spank! Left cheek. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Four more scream-producing spanks landed on my butt crack. This is stupid. Ow! I'm 11 years old. Ow! I' m too old for spankings. Ow! Why do I have to be naked? Ow! She's killing my butt. Ow! It was only three dollars. Ow! I hate you, mom! Ow! You're mean! Ow! Someday I'll get even! Ow! Isn't she ever going to stop? Ow! Smack! Smack! Smack! Right cheek. Smack! Smack! Smack! Left check. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The final four spanks flattened both cheeks. Mom helped me off her lap and I stood naked in front of her. She gently rubbed my sore butt. "No more stealing, O.K.?" "I promise Mom," I said between sobs. "I'm sorry I took your money. I won't do it again." Mom continued to gently massage my bare butt for a couple of minutes until I stopped crying. "All right, Jimmy. I forgive you. Next Friday, I'm taking three dollars out of your allowance." She gave me a big hug. "Now do your bare time and stay out of trouble" "Bare time" means staying naked until bedtime. During bare time, I can't be alone. I have to be with mom or Julie every minute. Someone has to see me naked at all times or I'll get paddled. After my spanking, I opened the refrigerator and removed the two remaining frosty malts. I put one on each hot cheek. "Look, mom! The frosty malts are cooling off my butt. I'm glad I bought extra ones." I like to do something silly after a spanking. If mom laughs, I know she's not mad anymore. She laughed and I felt better. Mom went back to the laundry room and Julie went to the living room. I have to be with one of them during bare time, so I followed Julie. "How come your wiener is pointing up?" asked Julie. My wiener had gotten stiff while mom rubbed my bare behind. "Shut up, twerp!" I shouted. "At least I've got a wiener. When you were born, mom said you were a bad baby because you cried all the time. So she cut off your wiener." "That's not true and you know it. Girls don't have wieners. You're the one who's bad. You stole money from mom. Mom should put you in jail. You're a thief and thieves go to jail." "I wish I was in jail right now. Then I wouldn't have to look at your ugly face anymore." My sister is really cute, but I never tell her that. She's got brown hair and brown eyes, just like me. Julie and I like to swim and play outside, so we both have nice tans. When she did bare time last week, I saw her white behind. It's cute, too! "Oh yeah, you're a crybaby! You cried when you had to take your clothes off, you cried when mom spanked you and you cried after your spanking. "Crybaby! Crybaby! Crybaby!" Her singsong teasing made me explode. I put my hands inside her shorts, grabbed the back of her panties and yanked them up really hard. Too hard! They ripped and we both heard it. I was trying to give her a wedgie. She screamed and ran to find mom. Mom was red-faced angry when she came into the living room. She had the paddle in her hand. I knew my butt was going to get paddled. "What are you, some kind of rapist?" mom yelled. "Don't you ever touch your sister's private parts again!" "I didn't touch her. She called me a bad name and I tried to give her a wedgie. I didn't mean to rip her panties. That was an accident. I'll pay for them with my next allowance." Mom sighed. "Julie, go sit on the sofa." She sat. "Jimmy, I just spanked you and you're already in trouble again. I've had enough. Maybe your sister can teach you a lesson. Get over her lap right now. Julie's going to spank you this time." "No way!" I yelled. The thought of my 9-year old sister spanking my 11-year old butt gave me the creeps. "You can spank me, but I won't let her do it. She's a girl." Swat! Mom's palm landed on my butt. "Ow! Stop it!" Swat! "Get your naughty bare butt over Julie's lap. Now!" Swat! "No! You can't make me!" Swat! Swat! Swat! I started to cry. Swat! Swat! Swat! "All right, all right, I'm going. I hate you!" Swat! Swat! Swat! Mom swatted me over to the sofa. Julie gave me a mocking smile and patted her lap. "Right here, crybaby!" Tears were streaming down my face as I assumed that humiliating spanking position across her lap. "Julie, I want you to spank Jimmy hard. He's been a very naughty boy today." Mom handed the paddle to Julie. "Remember, he gets 50 spanks. Do you remember how I do it?" Julie nodded. Mom always gives me a whack with the paddle, pauses two or three seconds, and then gives me another whack. The paddle is made out of wood. It's long enough to spank both cheeks at the same time. One spank = double ouch! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Julie's first paddle spanks flattened my butt cheeks. I did my little fanny dance after each spank, but I forced myself not to cry. I'm not a crybaby. I'm 11 years old and I'm tougher than any girl. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! I clenched my butt cheeks, but I still did more fanny dancing after each hard spank. I hate that paddle! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Please, God, stop the spanking! I promise I'll never be a bad boy again. Please! Please! Please! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Oh, God, I almost peed that time. Please don't let me pee on Julie. She'll tease me forever. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Hey! Those spanks didn't hurt as much. I think my butt is getting numb. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! No sweat! Those spanks didn't even make me do my fanny dance. What's the matter, Julie? Are you getting weak? Ha! Ha! Ha! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Come on, Julie! You can spank harder than that. Let me have it! Just try and make me cry! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! I am Jimmy Spank Butt, the world's toughest boy. I can take any spanking and not even cry. Give me some hard ones, little sister! Jimmy Spank Butt fears no paddle. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Give it your best shot, little sister! Put some heat on my seat! Jimmy Spank Butt can take a licking and keep on ticking! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! "That's 50, Julie," said mom. Yes! Jimmy Spank Butt has survived his butt warming. No paddle can tame this naughty boy. For the first time in my life, I took a spanking without crying or begging for mercy. During the spanking, my wiener had gotten stiff because it was rubbing against Julie's bare legs. She was wearing shorts. It felt good! I wanted to rub it some more, but Mom brought me back to reality. "You can get up now, young man. I hope you've learned your lesson. Keep your hands out of Julie's shorts and panties! Now do your bare time! Behave yourself or you'll make a return trip to Lapland!" "Ha! Ha! Very funny!" I stood up gingerly. My wiener was sticking straight up. How embarrassing! I quickly turned away from mom and Julie. I stuck my butt out and wiggled it. "Mom, get the fire extinguisher! My butt's on fire." Mom laughed and so did Julie. I knew they weren't mad at me anymore. My wiener also went down. "Mom, I have to go to the bathroom. Who's going with me?" I have absolutely no privacy during bare time. "I'll go, Mom," volunteered Julie. We walked into the bathroom. I lifted up the toilet lid and started peeing. Julie watched me. It was embarrassing! It's even worse when I have to poop. Finally she asked: "Your butt looks terrible. Does it hurt?" "Of course it hurts! You just about killed me with that paddle. I hate you!" I finished peeing, flushed the toilet and washed my hands. Julie was silent for a few seconds, then said: "I'm sorry I spanked you so hard. I was mad at you. Do you really hate me?" Tears were streaming down her face. I got spanked, but she was crying. When she cries, I always feel sad. I picked her up and gave her a "bare" hug. "I don't hate you. I'm sorry I gave you a wedgie and ripped your panties. I deserved a spanking. I'm glad you spanked me instead of mom." My lie made her feel better, so I set her down again. "Do you really think I'm ugly?" she asked as she wiped away some tears. So that's what's bothering her. "You're not ugly. You're pretty. Even Tommy thinks you're pretty." Tommy is my best friend. "He told me so when I was swimming at his place." Julie blushed. She didn't expect a compliment from me. "Did he really say that or are you just making it up?" "Ask him the next time he's here." I bent over, stuck my butt out and wiggled it. "If I'm lying, you can spank me again." She giggled at the sight of my wiggling butt. We left the bathroom and returned to the living room. Julie turned on the TV while I got an old plastic tablemat to sit on. Mom doesn't want any "stinky butts" sitting on the furniture or carpet. I call the tablemat a "stink pad." At lunchtime, I got up and the stink pad stuck to my butt. I walked into the kitchen and said: "Look, mom, the tablemat followed me home. Can I keep it for a pet?" More laughter. I'm Jimmy Bare Butt, the world famous comedian! After lunch, Julie went to Chrissie's house, so I had to stay with mom. Just as we finished the dishes, the doorbell rang. Mom looked through the peephole. "It's Tommy. Do you want him to see you naked?" "It's O.K., mom. He's seen me naked before." Tommy never teases me about bare time and I never tease him about wearing a diaper at night. He still wets his bed. That's why mom keeps disposable diapers and plastic pants on hand. They're for Tommy when he sleeps over with me. Mom let Tommy in. His mouth opened in shocked surprise when he saw me naked. "Did you get a spanking?" Dumb question! I'm naked and my butt is red. I turned around and stuck out my bare butt. "Touch it if you dare! Watch out, though! You might burn your hand." Tommy surprised me when he actually put both hands on my butt cheeks. "Ooh! They're still warm. What did you do?" Since mom was watching and listening, I told him the truth. "You let Julie spank you?" he asked incredulously. "Gross! What happened next?" "Boys!" Mom interrupted our below-the-waist conversation. "I'm going to sit in the backyard and read my magazine. If you two want to play together, you'll have to play in the backyard." Our backyard is fenced, so I didn't mind going outside. Mom sat in her lawn chair under the shade tree. Tommy and I tossed the football around, and then we switched to badminton. I was having so much fun playing that I forgot I was naked. After badminton, we raced each other and I won every race. I told Tommy I had less wind resistance because I was naked. He didn't believe me. "There's only one way to prove it. Take off your clothes and we'll race naked." "No way! Your mom is watching us." When Tommy's parents aren't home, we usually swim naked in his pool. He thinks that's fun, but he doesn't like to be naked around grown- ups. Just then, mom's cordless phone rang. It was Tommy's mom. They talked for a few minutes. "Tommy, your mother wants you to come home now. She said you forgot to do your chores." Tommy took off like a naughty boy escaping an army of spankers. "Jimmy, I have to go shopping now. I was hoping Julie would be here so you could do your bare time with her." "It's O.K., mom. You can put me in jail now. I like being locked up." "Jimmy, the den is not a jail." We have a small den where mom has a reconditioned laptop computer, a printer, a desk and a phone. She uses the den for writing and doing her lesson plans. She also has a nice comfortable recliner in the den. When I'm doing bare time and both Julie and mom have to leave, mom locks me in the den to make sure I stay naked. The den has a window with security bars on the outside. If there's a fire, I can open the bars from the inside and escape. Once in the house, mom put a bucket and a roll of toilet paper in the den. The bucket is my toilet when I'm locked up. As I walked into the den, she gave me a bottle of water and a plastic tablemat for sitting. "I know, mom. No stinky butts on the furniture!" Mom rolled her eyes skyward and sighed. "I'll be back in less than two hours. If your sister comes home before me, she can let you out. Do you want a book or your model car?" "I'll be fine, mom. I've been in jail lots of times. I'll just play with your laptop for a while. You can lock my cell now." "Jimmy, this is not a jail cell and you know it. Stop being such a smart aleck!" Mom doesn't always appreciate my vivid imagination. Mom closed the door and locked me in. I'm in jail. Welcome to the slammer, you naked jailbird! You've heard of Jack the Ripper. Well, I'm Jimmy the Panty Ripper. I like being in jail. It's the only time I have some real privacy. I put the plastic tablemat on the recliner and sat down. Then I rubbed my wiener for a while. I know that's naughty, but it sure feels good. Sometimes I rub it in my bedroom, too. After doing my naughty thing, I got up and looked out the window. The security bars look like real jail bars. The last time I was in jail after a spanking, I wrote a funny "newspaper" headline about escaping a fire. NAKED BOY "BARELY" ESCAPES FIRE! 11-year old Jimmy "barely" escaped a fire today. The boy was completely naked and claimed the fire burned away his clothes. The boy's bare bottom was extremely red from the intense heat of the fire. "I sure don't like heat on my seat," said Jimmy. "It feels just like a spanking." The boy's mother rolled her eyes skyward and declined to comment on the incident. I like to write silly headlines and silly short stories with mom's laptop. It's an IBM ThinkPad with Microsoft Word 2000. Mom thinks I have some writing talent. She wants me to write about real things, but I like to write funny things. Julie came home about an hour after mom left. She let me out of jail. I was still naked, but I was no longer embarrassed. Sometimes it's fun to be naked. Maybe I'll become a nudist some day. Then I'd be tan all over. If mom wanted to spank me, I'd just tell her: "Sorry, mom, you can't tan my fanny anymore. It's already tan." We ate the last two frosty malts, and then we played ring toss in the backyard. One time my wiener got stiff. I lay on my back with my wiener sticking up in the air and shouted: "Hey, Julie! See if you can toss a ring around my wiener!" She missed the first time, moved closer and got a ringer the second time. I got a stiffer wiener. When mom came home from shopping, she cooked hot dogs on the backyard grill. I ate three of them and I was full. "Hey, mom! I think I'm turning into a hot dog. Look at me! I've got a wiener in front and buns in the back." Julie laughed, but mom just smiled and said: "Don't be such a smarty pants, Jimmy!" I looked down at my wiener and then at mom. "Mom, how can I be a smarty pants? I don't have any pants on." Mom just smiled again. She doesn't always appreciate my sense of humor. After eating, we sat outside in the lawn chairs and talked. The lawn chairs are plastic and washable, so I didn't have to sit on my stink pad. At 9:30, it was shower time for Julie. We went inside and I sat next to mom on the sofa. I forgot to sit on my stink pad, but mom didn't say anything. "Mom, I'm sorry I did so many bad things this morning. Do you still like me?" She put her arm around me and gave me a hug. "Jimmy, I love you. You know that. I always will, even when you're naughty. By the way, I thought you were very brave when Julie spanked you." She gave me another hug. Brave! I sat there thinking for a few seconds. Then I took a deep breath, got off the sofa and lay across mom's lap in the spanking position. "Mom, I've stolen money from your purse before. At least five times. I only took a dollar or two each time, but it's still stealing. You can spank me now for the other stealing." I clenched my butt cheeks and waited. Mom put her hand on my butt and patted it. "Jimmy, you've been spanked enough today. We'll let the spanking I gave you this morning be your punishment for all the money you've stolen. Just promise me you won't steal again." "I promise, Mom, but you should still spank me for the other times. I did lots of stealing." I clenched my butt cheeks again. "I'm ready for my spanking." Mom patted my bare behind again, but still no spanks. "I'll tell you what, Jimmy. After your bare time is over, I'll decide your punishment. You'll have to accept whatever I choose. No arguing! Agreed?" "O.K., mom, but it should be a spanking. I really deserve it. Mom lifted me off her lap. "You'll find out tomorrow morning. It'll be a surprise. Now let's do your bath!" She gave me a playful swat on my bare behind and we walked together into the bathroom. I usually take a shower before bedtime, but when I do bare time, mom always gives me a bath like a little boy. She washed me "everywhere" with a washcloth. It was very embarrassing, but I liked it, too! My wiener got stiff when she scrubbed my bare behind and crack. When she washed my wiener, it pointed straight up. After mom rinsed me with her hands and dried me off, my bare time was over. I put on my pajama bottoms. I never wear pajama tops. The next morning, Julie and I had breakfast in our pajamas. We do that on weekends. I wondered if mom forgot about my surprise punishment. She didn't! After we finished eating, mom said: "Julie, I want you to clear off the table for me. I'm taking Jimmy to jail for some other stealing he's done." My whole body tensed up. "Jail? Are you really taking me to jail?" Mom nodded her head. My eyes watered up. I've never been in a real jail before. The thought of being locked up alone in a cell frightened me. "How long do I have to stay in jail?" "Five hours," said mom. Then she took me by the arm and led me into the den. It's the first time she's ever called the den a jail. I felt so relieved that I wasn't going to a real jail. My relief turned to panic when I saw the paddle lying on the recliner. Oh, no, I'm going to get paddled! Tears streamed down my face. Please, God, don't let mom paddle me. I promise I won't steal again. Mom walked over to the blackboard on the wall. "You confessed to stealing five times, so I'm going to punish you five different ways. I'll write them down so you won't forget." She took a piece of chalk and started writing the punishments on the blackboard. I read them line-by-line. Five hours of bare time. Big deal! I was naked for a whole day yesterday. I'm not ashamed anymore. It's fun to play and run around naked. Five hours in jail. Wow! I usually spend only one or two hours in jail. At least it's not a real jail. It might be fun. Maybe mom will let me have some comic books to read. Spanking at 9:00 am. I knew mom would spank me. I wanted a spanking last night when I was feeling brave. I don't feel very brave right now. Write a ten-page story about your weekend. Ugh! Ten pages! She always wants me to write about real things. I guess I'll be writing instead of reading comic books. Paddling at 1:00 pm (only if your story is not finished). The paddle! I instinctively grabbed my butt. It was still a little sore from yesterday. Write now or paddle later! That's an easy choice. "Take off your pajamas!" said mom. "Your bare time and jail time start now." I stripped. Mom took my pajama bottoms away and locked my cell door. I looked at the clock. It's 8:05. Only 55 more minutes until my butt warming! My Saturday-night bravery completely deserted me. Please, God, don't let mom spank me! I felt like a condemned murderer. I'm in jail. I'm naked. I'm alone. I just ate my last meal. At 9:00, mom's going to "kill" my butt. Once more, tears trickled down my face. I looked through the window bars. I'll run away. I could climb out the window, sneak into my room, get some clothes and disappear forever. Then mom would be sorry. I started to cry again. If I run away, I'll never see mom or Julie again. I looked at the clock again. It's 8:55. Oh, God, only five more minutes! Please, God, I'll do anything you want. I don't want another spanking. I got spanked twice yesterday. That's enough! Please! At exactly 9:00, I heard the key turning in the door. I instinctively grabbed my butt as mom came in. More tears streamed down my face. Mom sat on the desk chair. "All right, Jimmy, it's time for your spanking. Get over my lap now!" My legs were shaking as I draped myself over her lap. My bare butt was sticking way up in the air. Smack! Smack! Smack! Right cheek. Smack! Smack! Smack! Left cheek. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Four hard spanks on both cheeks across my butt crack. As always, mom would give me a spank, wait two or three seconds, then land another stinging spank on my bare behind. She wanted to make sure I felt each spank. Spank! Spank! Spank! Right cheek. Spank! Spank! Spank! Left cheek. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Both cheeks. Another ten scream-producing blows landed on my bare behind. I did my fanny dance after each spank. Mom thinks I have a nice firm fanny, just perfect for spanking! Smack! Smack! Smack! Right cheek. Smack! Smack! Smack! Left cheek. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Butt crack. Mom's hand flattened my butt cheeks ten more times and I peed a little bit on mom's pants. Please, God, don't let me pee anymore! Spank! Spank! Spank! Right cheek. Spank! Spank! Spank! Left cheek. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Both cheeks. My bare fanny did its "cute" little dance ten more times. I tried to wriggle off mom's lap, but her left hand kept me firmly pinned down. "Let me go! I can't take any more. Stop! You're killing me. I hate you!" Smack! Smack! Smack! Right cheek. Smack! Smack! Smack! Left cheek. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Butt crack. The final ten howl-inducing spanks landed on my bare cheeks. I also peed again. I only squirted for a second or two, but I was so ashamed. Mom helped me up and I stood naked in front of her. I could see a wet spot on her pants as she gently massaged my sore butt. I covered my face with my hands, but I couldn't turn off the tears. "It's over, Jimmy. Don't worry about your little accident! That will be our secret. I won't tell anyone." She continued massaging my butt. I like it when she rubs my behind. So does my wiener. It always gets stiff. I finally uncovered my face. "Mom, I'm sorry I peed on you. It just leaked out and I couldn't stop it. I feel like a big baby. Maybe you should put me in one of Tommy's diapers before I start pooping on you, too." Tears of shame continued to roll down my face. Mom picked me up and gave me a long smothering hug. "Jimmy, you're not a baby. You're a very brave boy. Last night you confessed to stealing money. That took courage. You even wanted a spanking. How many boys are brave enough to ask for a spanking? None except Jimmy the Brave! I'm so proud of you for your honesty and your courage. I might just hug you all day." "Hug me all day? Hey, if you do that, I won't have to write a story." Mom gave me her "don't-push-your-luck-kid" look. "Mom, I was just kidding. What should I write about? "I want you to write about your weekend. Pretend you're writing it for a stranger. Tell him about yourself and your naughty weekend. You stole money. You got spanked. You got paddled. You did bare time. You played naked. You did funny things to make us laugh. You played an unusual game of ring toss." My face turned stop-sign red. Julie is such a blabbermouth. "Ten pages is a lot of writing," I said. "I can't write that much in five hours. I didn't even write anything the first hour because I was too scared. How about five pages? I stole five times, so I should write five pages." "It's ten pages or the paddle," said mom. "You don't have to write it all at once. Try writing a page or two every half hour. Then take a break and rest your mind. You can write anything you want good, bad, funny, sad or naughty. I won't punish you for what you write. I'll only paddle you if you don't write. I'll leave the paddle here to inspire you." Mom put me down after our long hug and headed for the door. "Mom!" She paused. I picked up the paddle and put it on my bare behind. "I feel inspired." Mom laughed until she had tears in her eyes. I did what mom suggested. I wrote a page or two, and then I took a break. Sometimes I looked through the bars wishing I could play outside. Other times I flopped on the recliner and rubbed my wiener. There's not much to do in jail. Then I remembered: Ten pages or the paddle! I sat my bare butt down on the stink pad and resumed writing with the laptop. I also thought of another silly headline. NAUGHTY BOY WRITES STORY WITH A THINKPAD WHILE SITTING NAKED ON HIS STINK PAD! I took keyboarding in school, so I can write really fast with a computer. Once I started the story, it was so easy to write. At 11:30, I scrolled through my story. 17 pages! I'm finished. I stuck my butt out and wiggled it at the paddle. "Here's my stinky butt, Mr. Paddle! You can look at it, but you can't spank it." At 12:00 noon, mom unlocked my jail cell and brought me lunch on a tray. "How's your story progressing?" She glanced at the clock. "You've got one hour to finish it." "I'm already done, mom. I wrote 17 pages, so you won't have to paddle me. I don't have an ending yet. Should I just write 'the end' or what?" Mom thought for a few seconds before answering. "Why don't you try a different ending? 'The end' is kind of boring. Maybe you could write one of your silly headlines and use that as the ending. That would certainly be different." Mom left and locked me in my cell again. Mom, I did some serious thinking after you left my cell. I have some things I want to say, so the rest of this story is just for you. Mom, I don't hate you. I just say that when I get spanked. I'm not mad at you anymore. I'm sorry I peed on you. The next time you spank me, you should put one of Tommy's diapers on your lap and make sure my wiener is on the diaper. Then you won't get wet again! Mom, I'm sorry I did so many naughty things. I know stealing is bad and I promise I won't do it again. I deserved my spanking. Mom, the next time you spank me, you should make the spanking twice as embarrassing and twice as painful. That would make me think "twice" before I do something naughty. Here's what you should do to me. Corner time! Before you spank me, make me stand naked in the corner for 30 minutes. This would give me time to "think" about my spanking. You know how scared I get before a spanking. Making me wait would "scare the pants off me." Spank time! I'm 11-years old now, so I deserve longer spankings. From now on, give me 100 spanks instead of 50. That's what I got yesterday from you and Julie, so I can take it. I'm serious! I want 100 spanks on my bare behind. I deserve a sore, red-hot butt when I'm naughty. Don't forget to put a diaper on your lap...unless you want to get wet again! Diaper time! Make me do diaper time instead of bare time! After you spank me, put me in a diaper and plastic pants. You can use the same diaper that's on your lap...even if it's wet! No matter how long it takes, make me wear the same diaper until I poop in it. My plastic "baby" pants would keep my wet diaper from leaking. Once I poop my diaper, my punishment would be over. I like to play naked during bare time, so that's not a good punishment anymore. I wouldn't like playing in a wet icky diaper and baby pants. That would be so humiliating! Just ask Tommy! He hates being a "diaper boy" at night. Mom, the next time you punish me, try it the new way. Corner time will scare me. Diaper time will humiliate me. Spank time will "redden" me. When you give me 100 spanks, I can already see the headline. SPANKED BOY PEES HIS DIAPER PANTS AS MOM ENJOYS HIS CUTE FANNY DANCE!