What every liittle boy needs

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Meeting Kirk

Meeting Kirk

   My mother had always been a passive parent To be honest, I don't think she ever wanted to be a mother. My dad had left when I was very young. Mom had gone from boyfriend to boyfriend. None of them lasted long but while they were around, they all had enjoyed spanking my butt.

   This story starts when I was ten years old. I had always been small for my age. Even though I was ten years old, I only stood 3'8 tall and weighted about 90 pounds. However, I did have a full and round bubble butt. My skin was olive colored and I had brown eyes. My hair was dark and thick. Mom's boyfriends had always kept it in a crew cut. They said I looked cute that way. Mom didn't care what happened to me So naturally, her boyfriends were allowed to do whatever they wanted

   I first met Kirk when I was ten years old. It had been awhile since mom had a boyfriend so, I was surprised to see a man standing next to her when I got home from school. They were both in the kitchen waiting for me. Mom was sitting down in a kitchen chair and he was standing next to her. He was a big bear of a man. He stood 6'7 and weight about 280, he was wearing work boots, jeans and an Old Navy T shirt. He had on an old worn out leather belt. He had short black hair and piercing blue eyes.

“David, this is Kirk,” my mom said. “Hi.” I said. Kirk looked down at me and smiled, his bright white teeth were a strong contrast to his tan.

Mom got up from where she had been sitting and walked out of the room. Kirk sat down in one of the kitchen chairs. He had a note in his hand. “David, your mother got this letter in the mail today.” Kirk said as he went on to read the letter out loud.

“Ms. Tavern, I'm written this note to tell you that in this past month, your son has either not turned in his homework or has been late doing so. Please see to it that he starts to hand in all of his homework and that it is done so on time. Signed Mr. Mark Charred.”

Kirk looked at me with a smile. “What do you have to say for yourself young man?” He asked.

I just stood there and stared down at the floor.

“Your mom and I had a talk and she told me that, I should punish you.”

“Of course she did,” I thought to myself.

Kirk reached out and grabbed me by my arm. He pulled me in front of him, picked me up and put me over his left knee.Kirk patted my bubble butt through my jeans. His hand felt heavy and thick. Although my bottom was full and round, Kirk's hand completely covered both of my butt cheeks. Kirk raised his hand and brought it down. I jumped a little so, he took his left hand and placed it on the center of my back to hold me still. He adjusted me on his knee so my butt was higher in the air.

“Stay still,” he said.

He started to rub and pat my butt again. At first the pats were soft but they where starting to get harder and harder. Soon it was beginning to hurt.

“Stop, you're hurting me.” I yelled.

“Spankings are supposed to hurt little guy.” Kirk said. “You were a bad boy and so now you are getting a spanking.”

Kirk stopped smacking my butt.

“Oh good,” I thought.

Kirk lifted me off his lap and stood me in front of him. His hands reached for my belt buckle.

“What are you doing?” I asked, as I tried to pull myself away from him.

“Did you think we were done with your spanking? Nope, I'm just getting started.” Kirk said with a smile.

He reached down and unbuckled my belt and pulled it thru the loops.

“I'll use this later,” he said to himself as he laid my belt on the kitchen table.

“Kick off your shoes,” he told me.

I kicked off my shoes and he unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped the zipper. He pulled my jeans down over my bottom. My jeans were a tight fit. Mom's last boyfriend had taken me shopping and he had purposefully bought jeans that were to tight. He said that he wanted to show off my butt.Kirk let my jeans fall to the floor.

“Step out of them.” He told me.

Kirk held me by putting his hands under my armpits so, I didn't fall while stepping out of my jeans. I stood there for a minute in just my little cotton briefs. Kirk was looking at me and smiling.

“You are very handsome little boy,” he said

He put me back over his knee and started to rub and pat my bottom again.

“David, you have a cute little bottom.” Kirk said.

I remained silent. Kirk stopped patting my bottom and said, “David, when I give you a complement, I expect a 'thank you Sir,' do you understand me?”

“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir,” I said.

“That's better.” Kirk said, as he started to smack my butt again.

Kirk smacked and patted my bottom for about 5 minutes. He was not hitting me to hard. It was just enough for it to sting a little. He picked me back up and stood me in front of him. Kirk slid his thumbs into the waistband of my undies and slowly slid them down.

“Please don't spank me anymore,” I said.

Kirk ignored me and put me back over his knee. “David, your bottom is now a nice shade of pink. So far I've been easy on you but now I wanted to get a feel of how your bottom reacts to my hand. Now I'm going to spank you a lot harder then I was. If you start to cry, I'll just spank you even harder.

”Please don't!“I yelled.

Once again, Kirk ignored my pleads.

Kirk raised his hand and brought it down on my now bared butt. This time the smack was much harder. A surge of pain raced to my brain and before I could catch my breath, Kirk had smacked my butt again.

“PLEASE STOP!!!” I screamed.

The smacks continued. By the fifth smack I was crying.

Kirk was true to his word and had started to spank me harder then he had before. I started to squirm so, Kirk held me tighter then he had been.

"I told you if you cry, I'd spank you harder". You asked for it.“He said.

He continued to spank me hard for a good five minutes. When he had finish I was crying like a baby and I was sweating. My butt felt like it was on fire My face was covered with tears and my nose was running. I was fighting to catch my breath and was choking.

Kirk held me in place. He started to gently rub my butt and my back. It felt good and I was starting to breath normal again. I tried to reach back with my right hand and rub my butt. Kirk grabbed my hand and twisted my arm behind my back. He held it there and said. “Now David, did I say you could rub your bottom?”

“No Sir,” I said.

“No I did not” Kirk said.

Kirk held his left hand on my back and reached for my belt that he had laid on the kitchen table. He doubled it over and brought it down on my already sore bottom. I started to cry again.

“I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I'll be a good boy.” I said.

Kirk smacked me ten times with the belt. When he was done, I just laid there. Once again, Kirk started to gently rub my inflamed bottom.

“You are not allow to rub your butt. That is my job.” Kirk said. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes sir.” I said.

“Good Boy,” he said as he picked me up and stood me in front of him.

I bent down to pick up my undies that were still where they had fallen.

“What are you doing,” Kirk asked.

“I'm putting my clothes back on.” I said.

“Did I say you could get dressed?” Kirk asked.

“Well, no” I said.

“David, I can see that you have a lot to learn.” He said as he stood up and walked me over to the corner of the room. He guided me gently by the back of the neck. “David, I want you to stand here and think about your bad behavior.” Kirk said.

“Yes sir.” I said, as I looked up at him.

“I expect you to do all your homework and hand it in on time. Do you under stand me?” Kirk asked.

"Yes Sir. I said.

“And furthermore, I expect you to ask permission when you want to do something. You are a little boy. You are not allowed to do whatever you want. You are to ask your mom or me when you want to do something. If you don't, I will punish you. Do you understand me?”

“Yes sir,” I said.

“Good boy, now stand here and think about what we just talk about.” Kirk said.

He took the back of my neck and gently pushed my nose into the wall. He told me to put my hands on top of my head and not to touch my bottom.

“Stay there until I say you can move.” He said.

Mom came back into the kitchen and she and Kirk sat at the table. They talked for about twenty minutes. The whole time I stood there trying not to touch my aching bottom.

When Kirk got up to leave, he told me to come over to him. He handed me my undies and told me I could put them back on, which I did being careful not to scrap the elastic band on my very sore bottom. Kirk knelt down and took my face in his hand.

“Now David, I want you to be a good boy and do what your mom tells you to do.” He said.

“Yes sir” I said.

“Now go to your room and stay there until your mom calls you for dinner.”

Before he stood up, he pulled me close to him and gave me a big hug.

“Now get going.” He said and patted me on my bottom.

When I got to my room, I gently pulled the back of my undies and looked in the mirror of my closet door. My butt was bright red from my waist down to the top of my thighs. Ten welts had formed where the belt had smacked my butt. I knew I'd be sleeping on my tummy that night.

The End