My Naughty Weekend
by James Tanner
copyright 2004 by James Tanner, all rights reserved
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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!