Date: Sun, 16 May 2004 01:49:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Robert Miller <chubbyboyus2002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brandon Part 5

The usual disclaimers apply.  If you are underage please leave now and go
do your homework.  I've received a lot of comments regarding Part 4 so I
thought that I would crank out a quick Part 5.  The beginning of part 5
will be quick paced and won't be as detailed as the previous parts.  This
part will also contain a `spanking' scene.  Some readers may find it
offensive and if you do I apologize for it, but my goal of the story is to
make it as real and life like as possible, and we all know spankings are a
part of a young boy's life.  I am not condoning spanking as a form of
discipline because it is often too harsh and turns into abuse but in my
opinion a good loving spanking is okay.  A loving spanking, now isn't that
a play on words.  Well enough of the gibber jabber back to the story.
Please continue sending the comments to Chubbyboyus2002@yahoo.com.


Brandon Part 5

	Christmas break was rapidly approaching.  Brandon has stopped by
from time to time to drop off his laundry and to shoot the breeze but he
was unable to stay for an extended period of time due to homework and stuff
like that.  On his last visit just a few days ago he mentioned that his
Grand Pap's condition was not improving and he was going to be transferred
to another facility that deals strictly with stroke victims.  I was still
at a loss as to what to get Brandon for X-mas so I thought that I would go
to Wally World and look around.  In the car I hopped and off I went.  While
at the store I found the cutest pair of Speedos that I have ever seen.  I
snatched them up and went on to the Electronics department.  I figured a
PS2 game or CD would work out fine.  I got back into the car and headed
back home.  Just as I turned in the driveway I saw a FedEx truck.  After I
pulled into the garage I went back and the driver was holding a fairly
large box.  I thought to myself and didn't remember ordering anything so my
curiosity was peaked.  I signed for the package and went into the house and
sat down in the game room and opened it.  A brand spanking new IBM
ThinkPad.  I looked at the invoice and my Dad purchased it.  I quickly
called them.  Dad said that it was a Christmas present, I told them thanks
but they really shouldn't have.  It's kind of weird, my lap top was getting
outdated and I was going to get a new one after the holidays when the sales
were on.

	I went upstairs and there was a message on the answering machine,
it was Sally, Brandon's mom.  She asked if I would be able to watch Brandon
for a few days, maybe a week whiles her and Brad take Brandon's Grand Pap
to a new facility, she then asks me to call her at the office and left the
number.  I called her back; she said that Brandon said that I was a nice
guy and that he liked spending time at my house because I had a hot tub and
a PS2 with all the new games.  She said that she hated to ask me but there
wasn't anybody else to ask.  I said that I would be glad to look after him
and asked her when she needed me.  She said on Tuesday, I said that it was
3 days before Christmas and that would mean that he would have to wake up
Christmas morning at my house.  She said that she was sorry to have to ask
but she was in a bind.  I said no problem and asked what she was going to
do about his presents; she said that they would exchange their gifts that
night.  I said that I wouldn't want him to wake up Christmas morning with
nothing under the tree.  I asked her if it was okay if I bought Brandon a
gift, she replied that it would be okay.

	I was in pig heaven, I was going to have my little god all to
myself for a few days, my cock automatically got hard and my mind was
racing.  A day later after supper the door bell rang.  I got up and
answered it, as I opened the door; there was Brandon, Brad and Sally.  I
invited them in and we sat in the living room.  They explained the
situation again and said that it was important that they transferred Grand
Pap as soon as possible before the opening was filled.  I instructed
Brandon to go put his clothes away in the spare bedroom.  While Brandon was
out of the room Brad gave me a list of phone numbers where they would be
at, a letter stating that I had permission to have Brandon treated in case
of emergency and a envelope containing $200.00. I told him that the money
wasn't necessary but he insisted.  With that done when Brandon re-entered
the room his parents gave him a hug and a kiss and instructed him that he
was to listen to me like I one of his parents.  With all of the formalities
completed Brad and Sally left their little boy in my care.

	I walked over to Brandon and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the
forehead.  I then told him to go upstairs and wash up and get ready for
bed.  A few minutes later he came running into the kitchen.  I said slow
down there buddy, we got a lot of time to spend together.  Then I noticed
what he was wearing, or should I say what he wasn't wearing.  The only
article of clothing he was wearing was the jock strap that I had gotten
him.  When I asked why the jock all he would say was that it was what he
wanted to wear.  I told him to sit down and that I was going to go over the
rules of the house.  First, don't go into the hot tub without my
permission, second, do not touch anything that is in my office and finally,
have fun.  He agreed to all the rules.  I told him that he could eat or
drink anything that he wanted as long as he cleaned up the mess.  I then
explained that I had to run to the grocery store right down the road.  I
told him that I would only be gone 15 minutes or so.  I went to the garage
and hoped into the car and headed off to the Giant Eagle store.  I went in
and grabbed a few snacks, sodas, bread, lunchmeat and a dozen eggs.

	When I got home I put the groceries away and found Brandon sitting
in the game room watching a movie.  I sat next to him on the sofa and
pulled him next to me.  After about 15 minutes he fell asleep.  My arm was
falling asleep so I had to wake him up.  I told him to go up stairs and
crawl into bed.  He got up and walked up stairs in a daze.  He has such a
beautiful bum, the straps of the jock digging slightly into the skin.  At
the top of the stairs I asked Brandon if he was going to sleep in the guest
room or was he going to sleep with me, he sleepily replied your room.  I
was delighted with his choice.  Once in the room I pulled down the sheets
and comforter, before he laid down I put my fingers under the elastic of
the jocks waistband and peeled it down.  The jock was so tight his cock and
sac were totally turtled.  I laid him down and covered him up.  I stepped
back and looked at Brandon and I think that he was asleep before his head
hit the pillow.  I then went back downstairs and into the office.  I
thought I would stay up for a bit and play with my new laptop.

     As I opened the door to my office I noticed a can of soda sitting on
the desk, I thought, that's strange, I never drink in here.  I went over
and picked it up, it was empty.  I sat down on the chair and opened up the
lap top and turned it on.  I felt the key board and it was sticky.  I
looked at the screen and nothing was happening.  I thought, maybe I didn't
have it plugged in right so I lifted it up.  There was the problem, a
puddle of soda.  I was pissed.  Jesus H Christ, I told him before that he
wasn't allowed in my office.  Now my lap top is ruined.  I could tell that
I was getting madder and madder the longer I sat there.  I got up and went
to the kitchen and got a bottle of beer out of the refrigerator and sat
down at the table to think.  Should I go upstairs and get hi out of bed and
confront him or should I just wait until morning.  I decided that morning
would be best, that would give me time to cool off.  Then I needed to
decide what type of punishment I was going to give out.

	Then I thought back to my childhood and what happened when I didn't
listen.  My parents didn't believe in spanking, they were kinda new aged
and thought that talking was best.  But then I remembered the summer that I
stayed and my Grandparents house over the summer.  They were old school
when it came to discipline; you know spare the rod and spoil the child.  I
can't remember what I did but I remember what happened next.  I got busted
doing something and my grandma told me to go out to the garage and see
pappy.  When I entered the garage he was sitting at the work bench.  He
told me to pull up a chair because there was something that we had to talk
about.  I sat down and he told me that he was going to spank me for what I
had done.  I was shocked.  I have heard from my friends at school that this
really hurt and even made them cry.  I didn't want to cry in front of
anybody, I mean I was 12 years old and boys weren't supposed to cry.  So
when I sat there Pappy said, `boy you are going to get a spanking, now here
are your choices.  25 swats over the seat of your pants or 20 swats over
just your underwear or 15 swats on your bare butt, you decide.  Pappy was a
big burly guy with lots of muscles so I knew that he was going to smack me
pretty good.  I thought for a moment and decided that 15 swats was my best
choice.  I told him that I was going to do the 15 and he told me to kick
off my shoes and take off my jeans and underwear.  I did as I was told, not
being naked in front of another man before made me nervous.  After I was
finished I covered up my front, which by the way wasn't a whole lot at that
time.  Pappy instructed me to lay across his lap, as I did that he put his
one leg over mine to hold me in place and then he pulled up my T-shirt.  He
asked me if I was ready, I replied `yes', he then said `do not reach back
and try to cover your butt up or I will start over from the beginning, I
agreed.  He then rested his hand on my bottom; I can still remember how
warm his hand felt on my bare butt.  He then ran his hand over my cheeks
relaxing them.  Then it started. First the left cheek and then the right,
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, my butt was starting to burn and I
started to squirm, his leg getting heavier, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK,
SMACK, tears were running down my cheeks, I was squirming all over the
place now, I was bucking on his lap, I felt the material of his pants
rubbing on my penis, which by now was getting hard, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK,
SMACK, SMACK. It was finally over.  Pappy then said stay still, the next
thing I remember is feeling something cool on my bum.  I asked Pappy what
he was doing; he replied `putting some lotion on your butt, it will take
the sting out.'  I felt his hand moving all over my butt; it really did
make it feel better.  When he was finished he told me that my punishment
wasn't over just yet, now get up and put your hands on your top of your
head and stand in front of the tool box for 10 minutes, then you'll be
finished.  I slowly got up and put my hands where they were supposed to be
and walked to the tool box.  As I walked I had to pass in front of Pappy
and was quite embarrassed because I was still hard.  As I walked in front
of him I glanced over and saw that he was looking at my crotch, god I
wanted to die.  After I was done standing there he asked me to come back
over and sit down.  He said that he loved me and always would and he felt
bad for having to spank me.  What he said next wanted me to crawl in to a
hole, he said, `you know that it happens to everybody your age, you know,
it getting hard, don't worry about it, in fact you are the right size for
your age, now turn around and let me see your butt.'  I did, this time
Pappy just rubbed it for a minute or so, and believe it or not there wasn't
anymore stinging.  I hurriedly got dressed.  After remembering this story I
decided that I was going to give Brandon the same choices that I was given,
but I would lower the amount of swats, I didn't want to push the issue,
after all, all I wanted to do was make sure that he knew that he had to
follow the rules at my house.  With that I went up and crawled into the
shower.

    The shower felt great, the hot water streaming over my naked body.  I
sat there for the longest time just letting my mind race and my cock swell
with the thoughts of the naked boy sleeping in the room down the hall.  I
lathered up and began stroking myself.  It didn't take long to busted my
nut, cum spewed from the head like a little water pistol.  I couldn't
believe it, you all know the feeling, after you bust your cock goes soft in
a few minutes, not this time, my peter just stayed as hard as it was before
I shot my wad.  I finished showering and dried off.  I usually sleep in the
buff but with Brandon in my bed on the first night I thought that it would
be better if I put some briefs on.

	I walked down the hall and crawled into the bed with my little god.
I lifted the sheets and crawled in.  Damn was he giving off the heat, he
was on the other side of the bed but I could still feel the heat, speaking
of heat, my cock was still hard.  I thought I had better just go to sleep
and wait until morning.  After a few minutes Brandon rolled over against
me.  His skin was soft and smooth.  It felt great having somebody in the
bed with me.  I rolled onto my side and felt Brandon moving closer.  I
could tell that he was still asleep because his breathing was erratic and
deep.  He snuggled up close and threw his arm over my hip.  I could feel
the heat of his crotch next to my butt.  I lay really still. Brandon
started to squirm a bit, he got closer and his hand fell into my lap.
Naturally my cock got hard again, what the hell was I going to do, what
happens if he wakes up and feels a hard cock in his hand.  He moved his
hand a bit, brushing the entire length of my stick; the he rolled over on
his other side.  The rest of the night went with out incident, I didn't get
much sleep.

	I got up early and went down stairs and started cooking us some
breakfast.  I was still pretty steamed about my lap top but I knew that it
was just an accident.  About an hour later Brandon rolled out of bed.  He
came down stairs to the kitchen in his birthday suit.  I gave him a hug and
told him that he had to go back upstairs and at least put on a pair of
unders.  He did as he was told and returned to the kitchen.  By that time I
had his eggs finished and his toast just popped up.  I served his food and
grabbed another cup of coffee.  As he was devouring his food I asked if he
had been in my office the night before.  He quickly said `no'.  I gave him,
one of those, I know that you are lying looks, and then he changed his
answer.  With that said, I asked if I had told him that he wasn't allowed
in my office, Brandon couldn't look me in the eyes, he just sat there
looking at the floor.  I then asked him if had spilled some soda on the
computer, he sheepishly replied `yes'.  I then proceeded to tell him that
it was ruined and that it would cost a great deal of money to replace it
and that it was a Christmas gift from my parents.  His face went pale.  I
the asked him, `what would happen at home if he didn't listen and had
destroyed something of his Dad's', he thought for a minute and then said,
`I would get a spanking from my Dad and then I would be grounded for a week
or two.'  I asked him, `so Brandon, what do you think your punishment
should be?'  He looked at me sadly and said "a spanking".  I said yes, you
are going to get a spanking, after that I want you to write me a letter of
apology for not listening to the rules.  Now go ahead and put your dishes
in the dishwasher and follow me into the den.

	Once down in the den I went into the bath room and grabbed some
hand lotion and went back and sat down the ottoman.  Brandon came slowly
down the steps.  I told him that I was going to spank him hard but he did
have some choice before hand.  I explained that he was getting spanked for
disobeying my rules and lying about it.  His eyes were already starting to
tear up.  I said that I have never spanked anyone before but was spanked by
my Grand Pap once and was going to give him the same choices that I had.  I
said you will get 15 swats with your pants on, 10 swats with just your
briefs on or 6 swats on your bare butt.  He thought for a minute and then
decided on the 6 swats.  I told him that I am not enjoying this but you
have to learn to obey the rules.  I told him to take off his unders and lay
across my lap.  He slowly dropped his shorts and crawled on my lap.  His
skin felt cool on my bare legs.  I draped my leg over his and told him that
the wasn't allowed to try to cover up or the spanking would start again.
He nodded in agreement; I rested my hand on his bum.  His cheeks
automatically tensed up.  I ran my hands all over it to get him to relax, I
ran my fingers up his crack a few times and then he relaxed.  SWAT, SWAT,
Brandon was all over my lap, tears running down his face, SWAT, SWAT, SWAT
he was pleading me to stop, I said one more to go, SWAT.  There, we are all
finished now.  I grabbed the lotion and started to apply it to his red
bottom, Brandon was still sobbing a bit.  I covered his entire butt with a
healthy coating of lotion; I even ran my hand up his crack making sure that
I hit his little hole.  By now Brandon had stopped crying.  I told him to
stand up and go stand in the middle of the room for a few minutes.  I was
very sad for having to spank him; damn I loved the kid, why did he have to
make me punish him???  I told Brandon to come and sit down with me; I
pulled him onto my lap, his face still tear streaked.  I asked him if his
bum still hurt, he said it still stings but it wasn't too bad.  I told him
that I loved him and I was really sorry for having to do it.  I told him to
put his unders back on and start on the apology.  I told him that I was
going to run down to the auto parts store to get some oil and I would be
right back.  I told him that when he was finished he could watch some
T.V. or play some PS2 until I returned.  I ran up to my bed room and put
some pants on and was off to the store.

	It took me about an hour to complete my errand.  I pulled the call
into the garage and went into the den.  There I found Brandon lying across
the ottoman playing PS2.  His bum sticking out, what a sight that it was,
pale skin on his legs and belly, tight white briefs with a hint of pink
still lingering on his butt, oh yeah, can't forget the light brown skid
marks just above the roundness of his small tight sac.  Christ, my cock was
getting hard again; damn thing probably doesn't know whets going on of
late.  I was starting to feel 12 again, at least my cock was.  Brandon
asked if I got what I needed and I replied in the affirmative.  I said, did
you complete your apology.  He said that it was sitting on the coffee
table.  I walked over and grabbed it and sat down to read what he had
written.

	I was amazed at his penmanship, it was neat and orderly.  I
remember that when I was 12 and in school I was always catching hell for my
lack of neatness.  It read, "Dear Nick, I am sorry for breaking your lap
top and then telling you that I didn't do it.  I know that it was wrong of
me and I promise that it won't happen again.  While you were spanking me I
was very mad at you.  It hurt real bad.  My Dad never hit me that hard.
But when you were done and you put the cream on me it felt better.  Then
when you made me sit in your lap and I could see in your eyes that you were
sad I could tell that you felt bad for hitting me.  Then when you said that
you loved me my heart felt weird.  My parents don't tell me that too much.
I knew the first time that I met you that you were special.  I love you to
Nick; you are more of a Dad to me than my own.  You don't yell and scream
at me like he does.  You sit and talk to me.  When I am here with you it
makes me feel important.  I just want to tell you that I am sorry and I
hope that you will forgive me.  I will do work for you to earn money to buy
you another one.  Love Brandon"

	While reading Brandon's apology my heart sank.  Here I was spanking
this boy an hour earlier and now he forgave me and is pouring his feelings
out to me.  When I first thought up the idea of an apology I thought that
Brandon would just say the he was sorry and that would be it.  After I
finished it I called Brandon over to me.  I told him that I accepted his
apology and pulled him over to my lap.  I said "Brandon, I never thought
that you felt that way about me.  I love you more than you will ever know."
We both started to cry and held each other tightly.  I looked at Brandon
and said, well buddy, now that this mess is all



Over, what do you want to do today?  Brandon said, why don't we just stay
here and get ready for Christmas, remember that it is tomorrow.  I replied,
no problem buddy, how about we go get into the hot tub for a while.  When I
was coming home from the store it was starting to snow.


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