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ST: My Cousin and I (t/b, spank)
The following story is fiction. It contain scenes of spanking. If
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My Cousin and I
by
Y. Lee Coyote
SUNDAY
Today was the last straw. I had it with Allan. He's my eleven
year old cousin that I have been babysitting every weekend and
most afternoons while his mother works. I got this thankless
no-pay job because I'm nineteen and his mom can not afford to pay.
Sure, I love the kid and he can be lots of fun to play and pal
round with since we are both are without siblings. He's like a
brother to me but today was the last straw. We live in the same
house with our hard working mothers which really makes this a hard
job to get out of.
Today he was just impossible. Usually, he either plays with, er,
by himself or watches TV while I do my homework (I go to the local
college) and then we go do something. In that way I'm like a
divorced dad exercising his weekend visiting rights with his kid.
Today, he wouldn't leave me alone. Sure it's great roughhousing
with him but I'm going have to stay home tonight rather than going
out with the guys to make up this lost time.
TUESDAY
I had a long talk with my aunt, Allan's mom, about this. She has
to work long hours to survive just like my mom did since both our
fathers moved to splitsville years ago. We agreed that I would
give it another try but I would have more authority -- more power.
THURSDAY
The four of us were having dinner when Aunt Jenny told Allan what
was decided. His reaction was loud and immediate:
"SPANKED! No way! I'm too old! It's abuse! It's illegal!"
Aunt Jenny waited until he finished. "Allan, you have been very
difficult. I can't afford to pay to have you watched and you are
too little to leave alone all day. Ike now has the authority and
power to spank you if you are naughty, PERIOD. Since he is
responsible for you it is also reasonable that he also have the
authority to punish you. You are not too old, he will not abuse
you and it is legal." She let this sink in for the rest of dinner.
After dessert, I moved my chair in to the middle of the room and
called Allan over. "We decided that you should know what going to
happen. It's not going to be exactly like your mother does it." I
had decided to do it to him the way my dad did it to me before he
ran out on us six years ago.
"You're going to spank me now?" he asked in shock.
"No; well, not unless you want me to." I joked with a big smile.
He smiled back and the fear faded from his eyes. "But this is the
way it going to happen when I do. First, we talk about what you
did to deserved a spanking. You even be able to object. Second,
I'll take your jeans down, like this." I reached over and opened
his belt and jeans and pulled then down to his knees. "Third, you
go over my lap, like this." I pulled him into position. "Be
still, Allan." I ordered and he stopped his fidgeting as I held him
about the waist and rested my hand on his brief covered boy bottom.
It was sure cute.
"Aunt Jen; mom -- Didn't you tell me that you had some shopping to
do. Allan and I can finish this man talk by ourselves." As
arranged, they left quickly and I could feel Allan relax a little
bit. Of course, he was still tense but a little less so."
I let him up. "Actually, I skipped part of step two, Allan,
because the women were here. Not only will I take down your jeans
but also your briefs. Like this." I stuck my thumbs into the
waistband and pulled them down. Then I pulled him back over my
lap. I was pleased that he was compliant. "Fourth, I will spank
you. I will spank you on your bare bottom with my hand." I was
gently patting the target as I spoke to illustrate the point. "Of
course, I will hit a lot harder than this. Is this all clear?"
"Yes." he answered with stark simplicity.
"I think that you should know what a spanking from me feels like
rather than just wondering." He immediately got very tense. "I
also told you that I won't spank you unless you asked." He relaxed
again. "It's strictly up to you. Would you like five moderate
spanks or three hard ones to know what it is like? A little
demonstration. A real spanking will be much more."
He lay still for an eternity. Well, an eleven year old's eternity
of a full minute. "Well, what will it be," I asked again, "get up,
three hard spanks, five moderate spanks or both?"
"Is it really up to me?" he asked in amazement.
"Absolutely. Your choice. I think, it is better to know then to
wonder, but your choice."
He took a while before speaking. "Let me have the five, Ike."
"Sure?"
"Sure!"
I raised my hand and brought it down on his left cheek. I did this
five times. I watched how I could see my hand print in pink after
the first spank and then his entire check turn pink.
I held him for about half a minute and then released my grip on his
waist. He surprised me by speaking rather than jumping off. "What
are the hard ones like?"
I raised my hand and brought it down on his right cheek three
times. It turned as red as the other one. I helped him up and
hugged him. He hugged back. "Actually, this is step five.
Holding you while you cry. Then step six is some corner time."
We hugged like brothers for a long time. "You hit harder than mom,
Ike."
"We both got some homework to do." I said.
Our moms came in as he scampered up the stairs to his room and I
headed for mine downstairs. I gave them both a thumbs up sign that
all was ok.
SATURDAY, a week later.
Allan was very down. His best friend, Timmy, was sick and it was
raining. That meant he had to stay inside with me. I warned him
several times and finally told him that he was going to get
spanked. He really did not object very much nor did he try to get
away. It was almost like he _wanted_ to really be spanked and know
what it was like to be spanked by a man. He even opened his own
pants although I actually pulled them down. He practically jumped
over my lap and did not struggle at all. It was only after I got a
grip about his waist and patted his bottom that he turned his head
and spoke. "Not too hard, Ike ... please."
I started to spank my cousin for the first time for real. I raised
my hand and brought it crashing down on his butt. It was harder
that he expected for he jerked and could not suppress a little
yelp. I kept at it for a while.
Even though I was not hitting him as hard as that first spank, the
shear number of spanks got to him. Actually, it got to my hand
also. He began to sob and then to cry. I continued to spank but a
little lighter so that he was really crying. I lifted him off my
lap and held him as he cried on my shoulder. As he let up on the
crying, he promised to be good, said that he was sorry and that he
still loved me. I told him that he was forgiven and that I stilled
loved him also. A few minutes later, I put him in the corner for
ten minutes.
He was like an angel for the rest of the day and when I had
finished my homework, we went to a movie. He even lifted the
armrest up so that he could sit leaning on me. That something he
has not done for a couple of years, claiming that it was just for
little boys.
SATURDAY, a couple of weeks later.
Today was a special day. Allan, his buddy Timmy and Timmy's older
brother Matt (sixteen) and I went on a day hike in the forest. We
carried in our lunch. Mom made us chicken, they brought roast beef
and we shared everything. We were glad that we took our binoculars
because there were lots of hawks out looking for lunch. It is
thrilling to see how they soar about riding the thermals. The
problem happened after lunch. Allan and Timmy started to play hide
and seek. The trouble was they were playing it from Matt and me
and we had not agreed. The second time I told Allan to stop it I
told him I would spank him the next time.
Matt and Timmy were surprised that I said something like that.
Matt asked if I had really spanked Allan and when I told him that I
did, wished that he could do that to Timmy. Timmy just put his
thumbs in his ears, waved his hands like big ears, stuck out his
tongue and laughed at his brother. Of course, he was required to
do so by the kid brother code. Allan, on the other hand, blushed
at the announcement that he was still spanked.
His embarrassment was not sufficient to prevent him from hiding
again. When I caught him, I pulled him over to a fallen tree were
I could sit down. "Spanking time." I announced.
I don't think that he expected that I would do it immediately. He
did not even try to get out of it but just begged: "Not until we
get home, please, Ike."
"Now, Allan." I said very firmly. Then he actually surprised me.
He just opened his belt and jeans and then pushed both them and his
briefs down to his knees. He shuffled a bit and then leaned over
my lap without a word. Apparently, he figured out that it was
better to go with the flow rather than fight it. There was not any
reason to behave like a baby and several reasons to act macho. I
got my grip on him and patted his butt. "Ready, Allan?"
"Ready, Sir." he snapped. I raised my hand and brought it down on
his bottom hard and fast -- repeatedly. I could tell he was trying
hard not to cry. I know that he had cried much sooner the first
time I spanked him. I stopped. We hugged for a while as he calmed
down. I pulled up his pants and whispered: "I deserved that, Ike."
It was a loud whisper so that Matt and Timmy could hear it.
Obviously, telling them that he held neither grudge nor malice.
"Timmy, I'm going to have a chat with dad when we get home." said
Matt to his brother. Timmy turned pale. The thought certainly
scared him.
"No! Please don't." pleaded Timmy.
"I'll have to ... unless...."
Timmy cut off his brother. "You can spank me. Please Matt, please
don't tell dad."
"I don't know ... dad probably would not like that...." Matt
mussed out loud.
"Nobody will tell. I won't. You won't. Allan? Ike?"
Both Allan and I promised never to tell. It was very clear that
Timmy's dad would really be harsh on him and probably on Matt also
if he found out.
"You been spanked enough times to know how to do it." declared
Timmy. "Please, don't tell dad."
Matt was trying to resolve his dilemma. His brother was obviously
very fearful of his dad punishing him and Matt worried about over
stepping his authority and getting it himself. "I won't be easy on
you, Tim." he declared firmly as he sat down on the fallen tree.
Silently, Timmy went over to his brother. Matt opened and lowered
his pants and briefs and pulled him over his lap.
Matt wasted not even a second but immediately started to spank his
brother hard and fast. Both Allan and I watched how rapidly
Timmy's butt turned pink, then red and finally a deep dark crimson.
He was applying at least twenty spanks per minute. In less than
two minutes Tim was crying and in another minute bawling. I was
thinking that Matt was going overboard went he stopped. Still
bawling, Timmy was lead over to a tree. He just stood there with
his hands on top of his head and his nose touching the trunk for
ten minutes until Matt called him.
As Matt was treeing Timmy, Allan whispered to me: "I'm glad that
you did not spank me like _that_."
We were all pretty quiet on the way out. The boys were perfectly
behaved always sticking to the trail and never being reckless. As
we waited for the bus at the trail head, Timmy thanked his brother
for not being as rough as their father would have been. Matt
explained to me on the bus about how strict his father was and that
was why he was so hard on Timmy. He thought that it was most
interesting how I had the authority to spank Allan. He wondered if
his father would be easier on either of them if he had similar
authority over his brother.
Wednesday
Things got more interesting when Allan brought home a note from
school. He had been fresh to Mrs. Grumpy, one of his teachers and
the school expected his parents to discipline him. Aunt Jen
thought that a spanking was appropriate but she said that she was
too tired from work and that it would have to wait until Sunday
when she had to work only half a day. Allan winced at that for we
had planned to go to the ball game that day. It certainly would
not be fun sitting on a freshly spanked butt on the hard seat or
anticipating a spanking after the game. He suggested that I should
do it that evening. Aunt Jen hesitated but mom noted that
punishment should be swift and that I was all ready authorized to
do it when I was baby sitting him.
I few minutes before Allan's bedtime and after he did his homework,
I went to his room. He tried to talk his way out with all sorts of
excuses but finally he did admit to having been fresh as charged.
I sat on his bed and he got across my lap after dropping his pj
bottoms. I remembered what a real bitch that teacher was so he did
not get as hard a spanking as he would have otherwise. He did not
get off easily either. He got good spanking and was sobbing before
I was finished. I tucked him in, belly side down, and kissed him
good night.
He told me that he hated his mother taking his pants down even more
than the spanking. He said that even though I spanked him harder
he would rather that I do it than her.
"I see what I can do." I promised.
"I love you." he whispered as I closed his door.
Report Card Day
Allan's door was open when I went up to see him. "Did you get all
A's?" He looked at me and shook his head no. I sat at the end of
the bed and he walked over to me, undoing his belt. I finished the
job and pulled him over my lap with his chest resting on the bed.
I wanted him supported so that he could talk without worrying about
his balance. I started to review his report card.
"Math looks good with an A+ but science is just an A." I said
gentling patting his cute bare bottom. "You could do a little
better." Another pat and he giggled.
"I'll try harder, Ike; promise."
"You did better in English getting a B- rather than a C as last
time." A few more gentle pats. "Can you explain that Social
Studies C?" My hand rubbed his bottom menacingly. (He had a D-
last time.)
"To get a B would have required 115 per cent on the two tests this
period. But I'm not near failing any more." I was sure that his
arithmetic was right about averages. Boys are famous for being
able to compute sport stats and now his butt was at stake. I gave
him a couple of light spanks. He played the game and yelled:
"Ooow. OOOOOW!"
Then the other side of the card -- deportment. All was well except
"respect" which was a failure. "What about this _Unsatisfactory_?"
I asked.
"That for that shit with...." SPANK! "OOOOw!" He started again.
"That was for that problem with Mrs. Grumpy last month."
"Well, you were spanked for that already." I lifted him up and we
hugged. "You did very well. Allan. I'm proud of you and I'm sure
that your mother will be also. I got homework to do and you best
be getting back to yours."
When I went back upstairs for dinner, I noticed that Allan had
placed a cushion on his chair and then when he sat down he did it
very carefully. Our mothers noted that also but did not say
anything. I could see he had his report card in his pocket and the
scamp had a more noticeable grin than usual. He did not mention
the report card until the end of dinner.
"I thought that I better have dessert _before_ you saw this." he
said handing his report card to his mother. "I've already been
over Ike's lap today."
His mother studied the card and praised him for being much better
than last time. She then turned to me. "Did you spank Allan for
this?" she asked incredulously.
"NO."
"Is he lying about that and the pillow on his seat."
Before I could answer, Allan got up, quickly open his pants and
mooned the three of us with his not even pink bottom and dashed out
of the room laughing hysterically. Soon we were all laughing at
his little joke.
The End
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