A Routine Spanking

By Nocti Raven

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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“Please, Katie,” Jack said, unshed tears blurring his vision. “Katie, don’t do this.”

She didn’t even reply. Her hand snaked into his and she was leading him toward his bed. He had dreamed of this, once, to be in his boxers, dragged to bed by his cute classmate. But nothing good was going to happen on that mattress tonight, not even when he was alone in the dark.

Katie was experienced and graceful, in one smooth motion turning around, sitting on the bed, and with her free hand pinching some loose fabric at the crotch of Jack’s boxers, which was the only hand-hold she needed to drag them down his legs to the floor. The humiliation of standing there naked burned his face like the hot sun.

Katie paused deliberately, still holding his hand. Seated on the low bed, her eyes were level with Jack’s sparse pubic hair. She could see the idea of a blow job enter his mind by the way he suddenly looked down at her, and his dick twitched at the prospect of release. As soon as she saw that twitch she ushered Jack to her left, to kneel on the bed beside her and lower his body across her waiting lap.

She smiled imperceptibly. A good spanking taught serious lessons even before the first blow. Jack’s lesson had been that he was still a boy. 13, but still a boy. And boys got spankings from their female classmates, not blow jobs. Blow jobs were for men. Katie and Jack both thought of Trevor, her with titillation and him with deep envy. Trevor was the only true man in the eighth grade, the only male classmate Katie would never need to spank.

Katie let go of Jack’s hand once he was in place, or at least almost in place. Getting him precisely into position was better done by holding his balls than his hand. She took hold of them lightly, not with enough force to cause pain, but effecting enough discomfort that he was on edge, sensitive to every little tug. She pushed him out a little, so his hip bone rested on her left knee. Every little discomfort made the punishment more effective. Jack scarcely noticed, of course. When her fingers touched his scrotum, his whole body went numb except for his balls. Nothing else mattered until she let go. Like most of the boys Katie babysat regularly, Jack had learned how to follow her lead when she did this. You go where her hand pulls your nuts, because she’ll only pull harder if you just lie there, or if you’re not going fast enough, or if you’ve really pissed her off that day.

Jack’s whole body seemed to go limp as soon as she let go. He got so tense when she held his balls. Katie liked that. He was so terrified of pain in those few seconds that when it was over, he thought he was in the clear and let his guard down. That made the spanking all the more shocking, all the more effective because of how unready he was.

She made sure he wasn’t ready by striking before even she was ready. She didn’t wind her arm back for a powerful slap; as she drew it away from between his legs, the warmth of his groin still on her fingers, she spread her hand out and came back down, fast with an elastic bend of the wrist. Like so much in life, it was all in the wrist. That first slap always reminded Katie of when women would slap men in the movies. She supposed that was another difference between boys and men: men could take those slaps to the face, but boys got them on the butt.

The first blow went through Jack’s body like a wave, first propagating as a visible ripple through the baby fat lingering on his butt, then spreading outward in the bend of his knees and the arch of his back, and finally a shocked trembling in all his limbs and the customary gasp. After only one smack, he was still man enough not to cry out, but he did have to bite his lip and inhale sharply through his nose. But even that meagre composure couldn’t be maintained for long. Jack just didn’t have it in him. He’d been in tears before he was even over her knee, so naturally he was bawling by the third or fourth spank.

Jack hated himself for crying, for always crying. From the very minute his mom had announced that Katie would be his new babysitter, it had been his goal to prove to her beyond any doubt that he was a man, not a boy; more deserving of a girlfriend than a babysitter. He had acted his most mature, but she’d called him arrogant and treated him all the more like a child. He’d argued against such treatment, and she’d decided he needed to strip naked and be spanked for talking back. He’d proudly displayed his pubes and his biceps and his quite respectable dick, and she’d dashed all his pride away with a handful of ball-busting observations. “That’s testosterone, not maturity. Good for you for having basic hormones, but a little boy with some hair on his crotch is still a little boy. Do I need to shave those hairs off to show you what I mean?”

She hadn’t shaved him, of course, because at that moment he’d begged her not to, and pleaded and grovelled. And, of course, submitted freely to the spanking he was due. That was his first spanking, almost a month ago. Now he was on his fourth, and he had given up. As if the babysitting job and the spanking weren’t enough, the fact that he’d cried every single time sealed his fate. That was why, even late at night, long after Katie had put him to bed, he could never jack off on the nights she sat him. Every time he tried to picture himself with a girl, fucking her pussy or her butthole or her moist pink lips, his mind was always intruded upon by a scripted scenario in which the fantasy rewound to before the sex started, and as he was first courting the girl she reminded him of how he sobbed and whimpered when spanked. Then she would spank him herself for having the audacity to think that a little boy like him could have a girl like her. And as he lay on the floor, his butt red and stinging and his face wet with tears, Trevor would walk in and fuck the girl right in front of him.

On other nights, of course, when Katie didn’t come over, he went at it two or three times before falling asleep. And recently, Katie herself had started play more and more prominent roles in his late night imaginings. It was kind of a revenge fantasy, he supposed. He imagined fucking lots of different girls, but Katie was the only one he imagined resistant. Most of the girls in his mind cried out in pleasure and praise as he repeatedly entered them, but Katie alone pleaded for mercy, sobbing and shrieking. He’d show her what a man he was. He’d make her regret spanking him when she should have been on her knees, swallowing his sticky jizz.

He was thinking about those fantasies while Katie delivered his fourth spanking, while he sobbed and wailed every time her impossibly firm palm smashed down on his butt. Lying naked and helpless across her lap, he felt so small and pathetic, so weak and ridiculous. It was ridiculous to have such fantasies, to even conceive of such a situation. Only a stupid silly child’s imagination could possibly see poor little Jack fucking his mature, sexy babysitter, with or without her consent.

Katie, on the other hand, devoted most of her attention to the task at hand. She knew that letting her mind wander would probably make her lazy and soften her blows, and she certainly didn’t want that. It wouldn’t be the end of the world, of course, since Jack was quite a wimp and probably wouldn’t know the difference between a lax spanking and a firm one. But keeping her punishments consistently severe was a touch of professionalism in which she took private pride.

She did think about Jack, though. He was interesting to her. Her babysitting charges had ranged in age from 4 to 16, including three of her classmates before Jack, but the boy over her lap today stood out from the rest. Aside from the 16-year-old wuss who’d been so submissive that she hadn’t even needed to spank him (and he’d still unquestioningly submitted to a spanking she ordered for no reason at all), Jack was probably the biggest baby she’d ever dealt with. No one else over 12 cried like Jack did, and of the three of her classmates she’d sat, two were smart enough to avoid spankings or smooth-talk their way out of them, and the third had at least made a more valiant effort to take his like a man. Jack alone lacked the willpower to resist being totally humiliated by a girl he saw in class five days a week. If she couldn’t feel his soft, limp dick against her leg during every spanking, she might have suspected he was some kind of masochist, but that wasn’t it at all. He was just a big baby.

Then, out of the corner of her eye, Katie saw a little flash of gold. She looked up, careful not let her distraction interrupt the flow of Jack’s punishment. She knew what she’d seen. It was the blond head of 6-year-old Alison, stuck in the open door to get a peak at her brother’s spanking. Katie smiled. It was no secret that Jack was disciplined like this, and it was hardly a private event (in fact, Alison was usually invited to watch), but It was past midnight, which meant little Ally really should have been in bed.

Ordinarily Katie would have disciplined her for being up this late without a good reason. Not with a spanking, of course, that was really a boy’s punishment, but with a stern talking-to and perhaps revoking a couple of privileges for a little while, which the parents would enforce once they heard about it. But Katie decided to let the little girl have her fun. The age difference between her and her brother was so great that by the time she was old enough to spank him effectively, he’d be old enough to refuse her effectively. Katie felt sorry for her because of that. She was an only child, but her friends had told her that spanking an older brother is one of the most rewarding experiences in babysitting.

Alison peeked in again, and this time Katie was watching. Their eyes met and Katie gave the younger girl a conspiratorial wink between spanks. She could watch, and it would be their little secret. A part of Katie wanted to alert Jack to his sister’s presence, but that wouldn’t do at all. Jack couldn’t be allowed to know that there were any exceptions to the rules. It was too bad, really. Ally may not have known it, but Jack was deeply affected by having her watch, and it would have added to the depth of his humiliation if he just turned his head and saw her there.

Ally exalted in this little moment. It was always fun to see her big brother, who had always loomed over her, powerful and scary and authoritative, naked and crying like a little baby over Katie’s lap. But that little wink was very special. She and Katie shared the moment, keeping it a secret from Jack. She liked that idea. Her and Katie having a secret made her feel like a grownup, like she was on Katie’s level, and Jack was the little kid who didn’t know what was going on.

The little 6-year-old scurried silently back to bed. She didn’t need to see the whole spanking; she’d had her fill of the fun for tonight. There was no need to risk Jack seeing her and spoiling her and Katie’s secret. Besides, she could hear his wailing from her bed anyway, punctuated by the satisfying regular crack of palm against butt. It comforted her almost like a lullaby. And despite Katie’s assessment of the implications of her age, she thought of spanking Jack herself one day as she drifted off to sleep.

(The End)