Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2011 14:25:51 +0000 From: Sabazius <sabazius@gmx.com> Subject: The Toy Trunk 1 - Jake Spanks Michael The Toy Trunk Chapter 1: Jake Spanks Michael ---------------------------------------- This is a work of complete fiction. Any resemblance to other people, real or imaginary, is completely coincidental. Corporal punishment can be harmful to children. Copyright to yours truly 2011. ---------------------------------------- With a final sharp shove from my elbow, the crude nails in the wood gave way and I had returned to the boys' bedroom. I came thundering down the stairs. Harry was on the Xbox and his brother Michael was curled in an armchair engrossed in the game. Michael saw me first. Still old enough at nine to be terrified by my authority, he turned pale and jumped up going "I'm sooo sorry, we didn't mean it to be dangerous..." His brother, at 13 years of age and six inches below my height, paused the game before turning around, a mock-contrite expression on his face. "Yeah, sorry Jake, really funny though." The grin shifted to worry as I ordered him to his room. "Mikey, you stay put. Harry, I'll deal with you an a minute, but don't think for a SECOND that this is OK." Harry trudged upstairs. I turned my eye to his brother, who was beginning to wobble at the lip. "Over here. Hide and seek might be funny, but nailing me into a goddamn toy trunk is completely unacceptable. Do you understand? I am here to keep you out of danger, and to keep you in line. If you and your brother lock me in a trunk you put me at risk of injury, but you put yourselves at far greater risk. This is incredibly irresponsible behaviour. Do you hear me?" Tears had begun to trickle from the boy's eyes. He looked horrified. "I'm so sorry Jake, I'm so sorry sir. P-please don't tell dad." "Oh, don't you worry, your father will hear about this. If you want something to worry about, think on the spanking you're about to get from me for this." He wailed. I sat in the middle of the sofa, still warm from Harry's gaming session, and manoeuvred him onto my lap. "I'm going to spank you, with my hand, fifteen times. That's your punishment for going along with your brother. I felt you sitting on that damn board while your brother was nailing it in. Do you understand why I'm going to do this?" I held his hand loosely to his lower back, ready to pin it down if he did not cooperate. He sobbed. "Yes, sir, because I disobeyed you and because I put myself in danger." I pulled the loose jeans from his thighs to reveal a trembling little bottom clad with light blue, slightly worn briefs. I ran a calming hand through his raven black hair and felt my crotch stir. I raised my hand into the air slightly and, right hand clasping harder on his wrist, pushed my left down and through until the palm smacked his bottom rather sharply. He let out a whimper. The second time, my hand went further up, and came back down with a great deal more force. SMACK! The sound provoked something in Michael, and he cried 'ouch!' I knew, from the sound and from the reaction, that I'd found my pace. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! Mikey's sobs had started afresh. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! "Sorry Jakey, sorry, I'm really sorry!" SMACK! A whine. SMACK!! The extra hard spank left him wailing. I knew it had done its job, forced the connection into his brain that what he did was wrong. His smooth buttocks quivered and clenched, now showing a sharp reddish outline against the whiter tops of his legs. Loosing his wrist, which had thrashed about during the spanking, I reached up to his hair again, this time finding it slightly slick with sweat. My dick grew half-hard in my jeans, and I wondered if he could feel it pressing into him. I doubted it, though. He was too focused on his own pain right about now. "Mikey, what you did wasn't OK, and you knew that before. To make sure you really feel sorry for this, I'm going to finish this spanking off on your bare backside." His head turned around sharply. "N-n-no, sorry sir, b-but please not bare bottom!" I looked at him as sternly as I could manage. "You should have thought of the consequences before you tried to bury me in your toy trunk, and you don't have to be smart to work out this would be one of them!" I pulled his briefs straight down and brushed my gaze over his reddened bum. Once again, I took his arm. SMACK!! SMACK!! Right and left legs, just above the thigh, right on the sit spot. Michael wailed again, his high voice sounding mouse squeaks of immediate sorrow. SMACK!! SMACK!! Right and left cheeks, as sharp and all-covering as possible. Reignite the fire a little. SMACK!! Finish off as hard as possible, right in between the legs, perilously close to his tightly-scrunched, hairless ball sac. I released his arm and said, "It's over, Mikey" as loudly as I could over the sobs that wracked his body, and he collapsed over my lap. I rubbed his back. Periodically, his chest would jump pleasingly against my now-firm dick as he another sob-hiccup jumped from his throat. "It's over now. It's OK." A while later, he quietened, and I picked him up and stood him on his feet. I went to my knees to pull up, with perhaps unnecessary slowness, the blue briefs and elasticated jeans, glancing at his little boy dick and balls as it wobbled about. I sat him on my knee -- noting with relish the caution with which he perched -- and began the closing litany. "You know what you did was wrong?" "Yes Jakey." "And you know why I spanked you?" "Yes Jakey." "And you realise I will have to tell your father about this?" At this he shuddered a little, and sank further into my lap. "Yes, Jakey. Sorry Jakey. Thank you, Jakey." The punishment, from me at any rate, was over, and Michael had sunk quickly back into the affection-hungry mood of the recently-spanked young boy, thanking me for the spanking, calling me by his pet name for me, and cuddling up to rest off his sore bottom. But I had another boy to punish, and his offence was far more serious. ---------------------------------------- More to come... Please email me with your critiques, criticisms, praise or story ideas!