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This story is true and happened several years ago while I was staying with friends after I got out of the Army. The boy in the story was 8 at the time this occured. Obviously, names have been changed.
Chris was scared, he had never been more scared in his life. Mr. Jones caught him leaving the store with some candy he did not pay for. He tried to tell him that he found it on the sidewalk, but the lie did not work. "Ok young man, I need to get your phone number so I can have someone pick you up, unless you want me to call the police instead." Chris knew that his mom wasn't home, but thier live in friend was, he had known him since he was 5 and thought of him as a father. Perhaps he just might get away with this after all. Maybe James won't tell my mom he thought. Chris gave Mr. Jones the phone number and was left in the store room while he went and called. 10 minutes later, James walked in the store room with Mr. Jones. "Ok Chris, lets go home". That was it? "Let's go home"? Wow, this was easier than I thoght!. Chris listned half hartedly to James on the walk home, it was only a couple of blocks. He said something about how disapointed he was in him and asked if he knew what his mom would do to him if she found out. Chris did know, knew very well. Mom's philosiphy was "Hard head makes for soft butt". But James rarely spanked him, and when he did it never really hurt. Chris would cry just to make it seem like it did, but compared to mom, James was a whimp when it came to spanking. After arriving at the house, James instructed Chris to go put his school stuff in his room and then to come into the living room. When he returned to the living room, James was on the phone. After a few minutes, Chris realized with horror who he was talking to, his mom! "I know Nancy, I couldn't believe it either. I would never have thought he would steal!" Pause... "mm hmmm... Yeah... Ok... Yes, I think you're right... Well you know I like to take care of things myself while you are not here but... well yeah, I'm glad you understand, this is serious... You know I have no problem with that when it is nessassary... Yeah... Ok... See you when you get home... Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Bye" Chris sat on the couch listning to James's side of the conversation, trying to piece together what his mom was saying on the other end. James told him to come over to him and stand in front of him. "Christopher"... Uhh Ohhh, full name... "I am so disappointed in you! You know I don't like telling your mother when you get in trouble with me, but this time I had to, this is very serious." Chris had never seen the look James had in his eyes before. It was saddness, anger, and fear all rolled into one. "I know" said Chris, "I'm sorry, I'll never do it again, I promise!" Tears were starting to roll down Chris's cheeks, he knew that he was going to get a nasty spanking from his mom, but James had never talked like this before, Chris was more worried about what he was going to do right now. "Ok Chris, you know I just got off the phone with your mom. She told me to spank you cause she is going to be working late." Chris felt a big weight come off his chest, but tried not to show his relief. "However, tommorrow, after school, you are to come straight home and she will deal with you then." Chris's eyes got big as half dollars. "Ok buddy, let's get this over with so you can go to bed." "Bed?!" said Chris "But it's Fri..." James interrupted "Not another word, I suggest you do as I say without question buddy. I know that I normaly do not spank you very hard at all and that most of the time you fake crying. I do that because I hate to spank you, but this time is different, this time you must learn a lesson. Unfortunatley, I have to show you that I am capable of giving you a proper spanking." "Yes sir" said Chris. "Now, come here close to me." James gave Chris a hug and told him he loved him. Chris knew this, he loved him too, after all, they were buddies since his dad was killed in a field accident in the Army when he was 5. "Now Chris, lower your pants and skivies." Chris saw the look in his eyes and knew not to object, he did as he was told, slowly he unfastned his pants and lowered them to his knees. Then did the same with his skivies. "Now, bend over my lap" Again, Chris did as he was told without a word. "Now Chris, you know I love you and you know I don't like to spank you right?" "Yes sir" said Chris. "You understand why I must spank you now right?" James placed his hand on Chris's bottom while saying these words to him, he was a very atractive boy really. Normally a very sweet boy, very affectionate. James could only hope that this would not cause thier relationship problems, but knew it had to be done. "Ok Chris, here we go, if you place your hand on your butt to try to protect it, I will only spank you longer." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! OWWWWWW!!!! I'm sorry James! I'm Sorry! Please stop! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Chris's pant were kicked off him compleatley, and fell on the floor. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Chris couldn't help himself, he placed a hand on his bottom involuntarily. "What did I tell you Chris?!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! This went on for quite some time, James lost count of the number of licks he gave Chris. Chris had stopped crying and was just jumping at each smack, tears and snot hitting the rug, his face almost as red as his bottom. Eventually James stopped and stood Chris up. "Now Chris, please understand that I still love you, I always will. But you know I had to do this. I had no choice. "Y... Y... Y... Y... Yes S,s,s,sir." Chris had never been spanked like that by James before, this was no fake crying. His bottom was on fire, it hurt to much for him to rub. He thought his cheeks were going to fall off they were throbbing so hard. "Chris, I want you to go lay down on the couch untill you can stop crying, and then I will look and see what we need to do about that sore bottom." Chris didn't say a word, but simply did as he was told. James went to the bathroom, his hand was numb from spanking Chris so long and hard. After washing his hands in an attempt to get the feeling back, he grabbed the lotion from the cabinet and sat down on the toilet and cried. He hated spanking Chris, this was the first REAL spanking he ever gave him. It hurt James inside almost as much as it did Chris outside. After composing himself, James went back into the living room and sat on the couch. He lifted Chris's still crying body to him and hugged him for a long time. Then slowly placed him across his lap and began to gently rub the lotion on his very red bottom. Chris's crying slowly decreased into sobs, then to just tears, and finaly he fell asleep. James picked the 8 year old up cradle style, very carefull not to touch the sore red bottom, and took him to bed and covered him up. Kissing him on the forhead and saying a soft "I love you buddy." He turned and clicked the light off and started to walk out the door. Just as he was about to close the door he heard a soft, "I love you to buddy." James went back to the living room, picked up Chris's pants from the floor and put them in the laundry, turned on the TV and began softly crying once again. Knowing that Chris still had another spanking, much worse than the one he just recieved, comming tommorrow.
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