SpankaKid

By Arclos

Copyright 2021 by Arclos, all rights reserved

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The thin eleven-year old Boy came into the room. He was currently fully dressed: red t-shirt, blue jeans, a belt, tighty-whities, white socks, and tennis shoes. He didn’t look very happy to be in the room. That made sense. Why would he be? No kid looks forward to a spanking especially one that hurts. And this one was going to hurt.

He had black hair, coal as black eyes, and a wily grin that could let you know he could get into trouble if you let him. Only right now he was frowning. He had some freckles on his cheeks. He kept his hair short, combed perfectly to his natural hairline, with a small part of the hair on the side covering his forehead. He had perfect white teeth to compliment his perfect little nose. He was a bit short for his age.

There was a woman waiting for him in the room. He had to call her “mom”. She was very big with way more fat than muscle. Her covered breasts were indistinguishable from her belly and her large thighs had to support a lot of weight. Her blonde hair had started to turn grey. She kept it in a bunch. She had a mean look in her face. The kind of look that told the Boy that he was really in for it.

Next to the woman was a small ten- year girl. She was skinny as bones, as if her mother ate all the food in the household. She was blonde, kept her hair nice and long and perfectly combed. Like her mother, she had sparking blue eyes. Right now she had an evil grin that didn’t hide that she was really looking forward to this. The Boy had to call her “sis”.

The Boy slowly walked over to the woman. He didn’t look up to her, keeping his eyes on the ground.

“Look at me son.” Mom said.

He looked up at her, fear in his eyes. Fear of her. Fear of her daughter. Fear of what was to come.

“May I please have a long and hard spanking mom?” The Boy said. He hated having to call her mom. She was nothing like a mother to him. Just a woman who right now wanted to spank him hard. But he had to ask for it and he had to call her that.

“In front of your sister? Are you sure?” Mom asked him even though she knew the answer.

“Yes. In fact, she should join in. Will you please watch and spank me too sis?” The Boy asked the girl he had to call sis.

“Really!? I get to spank you too!?” Sis replied, very excited. Clearly she wasn’t expecting that. She could barely believe what she had heard.

“Yes sis. Please. I deserve it. I need a good long hard spanking from you too” The Boy said. He was a pretty good actor and he almost made himself believe that he deserved it. Almost.

“Well okay then.” Sis said, as happy as a clam.

The Boy looked back at Mom.

“Okay. We both will spank you. Give me your belt.” She said.

The Boy nodded as he got to work removing his belt. He took his time-even pretending to fumble releasing the buckle-but you could only delay taking off a belt for so long. He presented it to mom. She took it.

Mom inspected the belt. It was a leather black one that was pretty wide.. The buckle itself had a gold varnish although it obviously wasn’t actually made of gold. It was a spanking belt: one that worked really well and hurt a lot when used properly. He knew from experience how much it was going to be used to hurt him.

“This is perfect.” Mom said almost relieved. “We will use this.”

The Boy merely nodded.

“But we can save this for a bit later.” Mom said as she handed the belt to Sis. Sis started to inspect the belt on her own. “I think first we need to warm up your butt.”



The three walked over to the middle of the room. There was a bed there and a desk and a chair next to it. Mom grabbed the chair and sat down on it. She motioned for him to get over her knee. The Boy did as he was told.

Sis sat on the bed. From her vantage point, she had a perfect view of his ass. She put the belt down next to her as she wanted to get to the appetizer.

The Boy grabbed the legs of the chair with his hands. There were times when he was allowed to try to resist (although he always had to lose) or when he could beg. But right now he just had to take it and accept it.

The first slap hurt a lot. The woman could hit very hard thanks to all the fat she had built up in her arms. Her large hand covered a lot of territory. He almost leaped up by the surprise of the spank but he held on to the chair even tighter.

She took some time before she brought her hand down a second time. He winced in pain. She started to pick up the speed: there was less time for the third slap and even less time for fourth slap. With the fifth, she finally got into a rhythm: a slap every five seconds.

That’s also when the Boy started to cry for the first, but not the last, time that evening. There were some spankings that frankly were easier to take than others. He’d had worse, he would have worse later that night, but he’d also have ones that were a lot easier to handle.

The spanking lasted five minutes. For the Boy, it felt like a lot longer and that his ass was on fire. She had held nothing back. He did some quick math in this head once he saw the clock in the room: five minutes had passed. A spank every 5 seconds for 5 minutes...she did around 60 hand spankings on his bottom. And the punishment session had only just began.

He stood up so that mom could stand up. She did. Boy looked at Sis. She simply looked at him back.

“Did it hurt?” She asked him after a couple seconds.

“Yes. But my bottom needs to be warmed up a little bit more. Do you want to do the honors?” He asked her. It was less a request and more a guide to Sis that she needed to sit down on the chair for her spanking.

“It would be my pleasure.” She said as she got down from the bed and sat down on the chair. The Boy felt a little silly getting on the lap of Sis. She was just a little girl after all and he was a big Boy!

She started spanking him. Her spanks really wouldn’t have hurt if she had gone first. She wasn’t very strong. But it didn’t really matter: she was hitting a sore ass so every slap hurt nonetheless. It was a more embarrassing spanking than a painful one despite his soreness. It really didn’t help that Sis couldn’t help but giggle every couple slaps: she really was enjoying inflicting harm on him!

Of course, so was Mom.

After a couple minutes of spanking him, about thirty in total as she went faster than Mom did, she finally stopped. “My hand is sore.” She said. “Can we move on to the real spankings now?” She asked.

“Of course sweetie. It’s your birthday after all.” Mom said. “And this is your present. We can move at your pace.”

“Yay!” Sis exclaimed. The Boy stood up. She went back and sat on the bed. Mom looked down at him.

“Take off your tennis shoes.” Mom told him. “Give each of us one of them.”

The Boy put his left foot on the chair (he wasn’t about to sit down!) and took of his left shoe. He handed it to Mom. He then put his right foot on the chair (after placing his left foot on the floor) and took that shoe off. He gave it to Sis.

The two women looked at his tennis shoes. They were white. They really weren’t notable except for one thing: the soles on the shoes were especially placed so that if someone used it to spank him, they would hurt quite a bit.

“Touch your toes son.” Mom said.

He did as he was told. He was now leaning down, touching his toes with his hands, his butt exposed. Mom made a motion for Sis to join her. The two got in place so they were standing right behind his butt: in perfect place to give a spanking with their shoes.

If the hand spanking was the appetizer, one could consider this shoe spanking the salad course. “Okay, we’re going to go in together. Go right after I go, got it?” Mom asked of her daughter. Sis merely smiled at her. The two were going to enjoy this.

Do you know what it’s like after a lengthy hand spanking on an ass to then get hit hard by the soles of tennis shoes designed to inflict maximum pain? The Boy’s sore ass certainly did. This wasn’t the first time he’s had to experience this nor he suspected would it be close to his last. He didn’t expect any mercy.

After about five shoe spankings from both of them, that were making him start yelling in pain, Mom got tired of the shouts. “Take off your left sock.” Mom told him. He did as he was told. “Put it in your mouth.” She said.

He hadn’t worn the sock for long: in fact he had put it on right before coming into this room. It had been recently cleaned as well. Just for this purpose. He jammed the sock as much as he could into his mouth. He then reassumed his position of touching his toes: half covered, the other half now completely bare.

Ten (five from each) spanks with the shoes later and he was crying as hard as he could cry. The sock did muffle his shouts.

“You know what?” Mom asked Sis.

“What?” Sis replied with a question.

“Doesn’t he look silly wearing only one sock?” Mom asked her daughter. Even though this was a question, it was also meant as an excuse to remove the other sock.

Sis giggled hard. “He does, doesn’t he. Why don’t we make him take it off?”

“That’s a good idea!” Mom said. “You heard your sister, Boy. Take off your other sock now!”

The Boy took off his other sock. Sis grabbed the sock and proceeded to smell it. Unlike the other sock, this one hadn’t been washed in a week and in that week, it had been worn multiple times by his brothers.

“Oh, man it smells!” Sis said. “Don’t you know to wash your socks every time you use them?”

“I’m sorry I’m such a dirty little Boy.” The Boy tried mumbling through his mouth as Sis came up in front of him. She put the sock right in his nostrils. He nearly gagged at the smell despite having a (clean) sock in his mouth. She put it on the chair as he touched his feet again.

“You should be sorry.” Sis said. “Stupid little Boy. No wonder you are getting punished.”

She went back behind him. Mom and Sis continued the process: five times from each of them once again.

“I don’t feel like he’s being punished hard enough. Do you?” Mom asked.

“No. Do you?” Sis said.

“No. Especially after learning how dirty his sock is. Boy, take off your pants.” Mom said.

The Boy stood up and turned around to face them. He always hated this part. The bread course that always comes with a meal: it’s free, expected, and often time one of the favorite parts for any customers.

But he would comply. He just stood there. He tried mumbling that he didn’t want to, please don’t make him, especially not in front of Sis.

“Hurry up Boy unless you want Sis to do it for you.” Mom said.

“Oh, can I?” Sis asked. She really wanted to do it.

“You know what? Yes you can.” Mom said. “Go on Sis. And don’t you dare resist Boy, if you know what’s good for you.”

He did and so he did nothing as Sis went up to him. First she unbuttoned his jeans, giving her a tiny peak of his tighty-whities. She giggled as his face started to go red. This was so humiliating! A little girl is taking down his pants!

She unzipped his jeans. Of course, this gave her an even larger view of his underwear. She giggled even more. She was ecstatic. He figured (correctly might I add) he was the first Boy she was getting to see without pants on in her life.

She pulled his pants down. They fell all the way down to his knees. At this view, of the eleven-year old Boy standing in front of her, his pants down, his tighty-whities in full display with his small bulge, his t-shirt not being long enough to cover anything: it was too much for her.

“You are wearing tighty-whities!” Her voice pierced the room right before she fell over laughing while pointing at him.

If he hadn’t still been crying a bit from his shoe spanking, this would have been more than enough to tear up. This was beyond humiliating.

“Step out of your pants.” Mom said. The Boy did as he was told.

After Sis had a few minutes to compose herself, giving the Boy a small break, he found himself back in position: his hands touching his bare feet. Only now he didn’t see jeans on his legs: they were completely exposed.

Between Mom and Sis, he got ten more with the shoes. Only this time it hurt even more than the first twenty. His underwear’s fabric provided very little protection compared to the jeans. The jeans absorption of the strength behind the hits had made them a lot more bearable. Every week, it always amazed him how much it hurt when he removed his pants.

Once they were done, they let him stay a couple minutes with his hands touching his toes. He really wanted to rub his ass but they weren’t going to let him do that until they were out of the room. He simply had to withstand the pain.

“Stand up, put your hands over your head.” Mom said. He stood up and complied. With his hands over his head, his shirt lifted even further. He felt even more exposed than he did before as Mom and Sis stood in front of him, checking him out.

“I think it’s time for the big spanking. Don’t you think dear?” Mom asked Sis.

“Yes mommy. I want nothing more than to give him a long and hard spanking!” Sis said.

“Good dear. That’s why he’s here. For you to spank him long and hard.” Mom said.

Sis laughed.

“But we can’t spank him like that, dear. He has to remember this spanking, doesn’t he?” Mom asked Sis.

“How do we do that?” Sis asked in reply.

“It’s simple. We need him naked. But after how he resisted last time, I don’t think he’s gonna wanna get naked on his own.” Mom said.

“Oh! I have an idea! Why don’t I finish stripping him?” Sis asked with delight in her voice.

The Boy thought that this was becoming even more and more degrading: talking about him in front of him like he was nothing but an object for them to spank, that Sis was going to be the one to finish stripping him. All this while his pants were off and his underwear completely exposed!

“Go ahead, dear. Strip him. And Boy, don’t you dare fight her.” Mom said.

Boy wasn’t going to fight her. “Lift your arms up.” Sis ordered him. He felt silly doing what a little girl told him to do but he did it anyways. She lifted his shirt up and took it off. “Put your hands back behind your head.” Sis said and he did as he was told once again. She then looked him over: not a hair on his chest or under his armpits.

He felt even more shame now only standing in his tighty-whities in front of the little girl and Mom.

Sis took a few more minutes to check him out. Mom didn’t try to rush her: she wanted to see the Boy squirm in front of the girl and she wanted Sis to get everything out of the experience. Sis was really enjoying this. Not only did she get to see a Boy in only his underwear, which interested her in so many levels, she really was enjoying his discomfort as well. Not to mention, she knew he was still feeling the pain from the previous two spankings.

She wished she could get to do this more often but she knew her Mom would not go for that even though Mom was enjoying it almost as much as she was. Almost. Sis also couldn’t wait to tell her friends.

Finally, Mom lost her patience. “Go on honey. Time to remove the final piece of clothing.” She said.

Sis was all to happy to oblige. It was one thing to be able to have a Boy be in only his underwear, standing, in front of her. It was quite another thing for that Boy to be completely naked. Sis was very excited to finally see what Boys had between their legs that seemed to always make them so...Boyish.

She grabbed his tighty-whities and pulled them down as slow as possible. She wanted the Boy to suffer. She wanted to enjoy this as long as she could. First, she exposed that his pubic region was hairless. This was of no surprise to Mom. That’s the reason she decided to spank this Boy after all. A more developed Boy could wait for the future.

She kept pulling them down: now the top part of his penis was visible. The Boy squirmed some more, the shame he was feeling rising. The girl giggled as she got to see the first part of his tiny penis. The mom had a cruel smile.

She pulled it down just a tiny bit more. The penis was very small and now it was completely exposed. “That’s it!?” Sis exclaimed. “It’s so small! My face is right in front of it but I can still barely see it!” She then stopped pulling down his underwear as she laughed, causing the Boy to be even more embarrassed. Having her make fun of something he had always been sensitive about made the situation so much more.

After a minute, she composed herself and kept pulling the underwear down. Now his tiny little ball sack was exposed, the underwear temporarily resting right under it. She giggled at the sight of his tiny little privates being supported by his tighty-whities.

“He looks like he’s five down there.” Mom said with little passion. It was such a matter-of-fact statement that she knew was going to drive a dagger right through his heart. As Sis laughed at the comment, the Boy just wanted it to be over already.

Sis obliged then as she suddenly pulled his underwear completely down his ankles. He stepped out of them. She picked them up and inspected them.

“Oh gross! There are poop stains!” Sis said. Mom grabbed the underwear from her daughter’s hands and looked at the underwear.

“Yes there are. Looks like he needs to learn how to properly clean up after himself. I know just the way to do that.” Mom said as she took the tighty-whities and put it over the Boy’s head: poop stains right in his nose. The Boy had made sure that the poop stains, which was really melted chocolate, were there for this session.

He could also still see even though the underwear was on his head: through the holes that his legs went through. So now he was completely naked, his underwear covering his head, sock in his mouth, and “poop stain” right in front of his nose. He was also still slightly crying. He was embarrassed, disgusted, feeling like he had no dignity left.

“Turn around.” Mom ordered him. He did as he was told. This gave Sis and Mom a perfect look at his ass. It was already red: the hand spanking and the shoe spanking had done their jobs. He wouldn’t be able to sit down for hours if not at least a couple of days. If he had done something wrong, he would be utterly broken right now. There would be no need to be punished further.

But Mom was doing this not to teach him a lesson but because Sis wanted to have fun.

“I don’t think he’s going to be able to keep himself still for the spanking.” Mom said. “It looks like he’s already been through a lot.”

“Oh man. Does this mean we’re going to not give him the real spanking?” Sis asked with disappointment encroaching on her voice.

“Don’t be silly. It just means we have to tie him down.” Mom said as she went over to the desk. She opened the drawer and there was conveniently some rope there. She grabbed the rope and walked over to a pillar near the desk.

“Come here Boy.” Mom told him. The Boy went over to the pillar. “Put your hands around the pillar.”

The Boy did as he was told. She tied his hands up real good. He couldn’t move his hands to cover his ass if he wanted to now. He could move them up and down the pole but not enough that he could move his whole body with them. She also tied his feet to the pole so that he wouldn’t be able to kick at all.

Mom got the belt from the bed and snapped it in her hands. She folded the belt in half and then used it to lightly hit her hands as she walked over to the Boy. She leaned in to him so that she could whisper in his ear. ‘This is going to hurt a lot.” The Boy winced. She then took a step back, aimed the belt at the Boy’s ass, and landed the first of many blows.

It didn’t take more than three blows before the Boy was crying as much as he could, trying to yell through his gagged mouth as loudly as he could. A belt spanking by itself would be painful enough but on his already sore ass it was really killing him. He was all tied up though so there was nothing he could do.

Sis was enjoying this. She giggled each time he was hit, enjoying how he tried to jump up, relishing the tears streaming down his face, maybe even turned on by the image of him getting spanked with a belt tied up to a pole with only his underwear on his face and a sock in his mouth. As Mom piled on with the spanking, Sis’ giggles were adding to the Boy’s torment.

For ten minutes, Mom gave him a hard spanking with the belt. She held nothing back, gave him no mercy, and with precision strikes each time the belt hit his ass it was in the perfect location to create intense pain for him.

But she had tired out after ten minutes so she stopped. She handed the belt to Sis which made it her turn. Sis wasted no time in starting it. She didn’t have Mom’s strength so in theory her spanking would hurt the least. But his ass, sore from all the spankings before, didn’t really care. It was at the point where anything could easily cause it pain.

Sis wasn’t as accurate either, often hitting a bit higher or a bit lower than she intended. She didn’t have the pacing down like Mom did, sometimes taking too long or too quick between each strike. It didn’t matter. The Boy felt each one pretty badly.

She too took ten minutes. Once she was done, Sis took a step back. Mom and Sis took the next couple minutes to admire their work.

There wasn’t a single inch on his ass that wasn’t the color red except for a few areas where the red had started to turn purple. There were a couple areas where the skin had almost broken but he wasn’t bleeding anywhere. In a traditional world, he wasn’t going to be able to sit down anywhere for at least a week: even the tiniest touch on his ass for days was going to be extremely painful.

Satisfied they had done what they wanted, Mom went over to the Boy and released him from the pole. He almost fell down, exhausted from the spankings he had endured, but Mom grabbed him before he fell and carried him over to the bed. She laid him down with his back side up.

Mom and Sis gave him one last look to admire their work, Sis giggling a bit, before the two left him alone. Sis was giddy as she left, telling Mom quickly what her favorite parts of the whole spanking were. They left using a door opposite the door he had used, the Boy likely never seeing either of them ever again.

The Boy took his time. After a few minutes, he removed the underwear from his head. He threw it across the room. After another minute, he removed the sock and let it fall to the floor. He didn’t worry about picking them up. Someone else would come in and clean the clothes before the room had to be used next.

After several more minutes, the Boy lifted himself off the bed. He finally grabbed his ass with his hands to try and soothe it. That was a mistake! He quickly pulled his hands away. The pain was too much. He walked slowly but eventually he made it out of the room from the same door he had come in.

It was a large dressing room which had multiple doors into other rooms such as the one he had been in. There were multiple costumes, underwear, and even make-up stations in the room. He wasn’t the only one there. A couple of his brothers-although they were brothers by trade, not by blood-were in the dressing room with him.

One of them was completely naked. The twelve-year old boy had handcuffed himself with his hands behind his back and was counting to five. The boy knew that his red-headed brother with freckles and deep blue eyes was about to get paddled by a large group of sorority sisters. His brother, which had a small pubic bush forming above his slightly longer dick and dropped ball sack, reached zero. He turned around, fumbled for the doorknob, twisted it, and went in. The door closed on it’s own. A light above the door went from yellow (clients waiting) to red (spanking in session).

The other brother was still getting ready. He was wearing a tunic, some Roman-style sandals, and likely had a loincloth on underneath. The thirteen-year old kid he knew had a big bush and a large penis. His brother wasn’t just looking forward to a spanking with a belt: he was also going to get whipped on his back.

The naked Boy left the dressing room with a door to the back that directly had some stairs. He went up to the administrative offices. He wasn’t going to see the Director, he had no reason to interrupt him, but rather the Medic. Once he reached the clinic, he went in.

The Medic was waiting for him. “Lay down.” The female said. She was old, with grey hair, and her breath smelled always of garlic. She had brown eyes. There was a time when the Boy had been embarrassed to be naked in front of her. Now? He was used to it.

He laid down on one of the beds there, face-down. The Medic looked over his ass. “Looks like they got you good.” The Medic said in her dispassionate voice. She got out a special ointment. It had been developed by the military to treat injuries on the field. The Office used it because it led to quick recovery from any spanking no matter how serious.

Once she applied it, she left him laying on the bed with nothing but some books on a nearby shelf to read. He picked one as he left the ointment get to work. Within ten minutes, the purple from the spanking had reverted to red. Within half an hour, the red was halfway gone. By the end of the hour, it was like his spanking had never occurred and any soreness was gone.

The Boy put away the book as the Medic came over the check on him. “You are ready for your next spanking.” She said. The Boy nodded as he stood up and went over the Office of the Director. The Secretary was there waiting for him. She gave him his next file. He quickly read over it.

A man who wanted to be called Coach wanted to paddle him. He would have to wear athletic shorts, a jockstrap, and a white t-shirt going into the room but as always he would be leaving the room naked. And so the Boy went downstairs for his next spanking.

It was a terrible job, he always thought, but then again who liked their job? He hated getting spanked and the humiliation of being naked in front of people but nothing paid like it.