Funny how sometimes you can get in trouble when you really don’t want to. Well, when you’re twelve and under the threat of a spanking, you never actually want to get in trouble. You know better. But still, there are times when you know you’re taking a risk, times when you tell yourself: “Oh my God, if I’m caught, I won’t sit for a week.” Those are the scariest, and most thrilling too.

On the other hand, there are times when you really don’t think you’re doing anything wrong. You’re just minding your own business and then, right out of the blue, they tell you you’re going to get it, and all you can do is stare open-mouthed and go like: “Huh?”

In my case, as is known, ‘they’ was actually only a ‘she’. Gina, the pretty twenty-four-year-old girl that my excessively anxious mother had hired to look after me. Yes, I was too old to be babysat, no need for you to tell me. Plus, Gina made it very clear from minute one that any sassiness (I could get pretty fresh, like most young boys), laziness (same as above) or straight-out disobedience (I was known to try and get my way) would result in a lengthy trip to Barebottomland. If ever I’d had a doubt, the spankings she gave me were reason enough to believe her.

Then I wonder why I didn’t believe her that day at the pool.

It was a Sunday in early May and it was unusually rainy. My parents were out for the whole week-end on a convention trip, and Gina had moved in for a night. I had been sulking all morning, playing idly with my Super Nintendo (those existed, really!) and watching the rain pour over the huge, lazy city. I don’t think I ever snapped at her or something, but I mustn’t have been very amiable either considering what she said after lunch.

“Look, if you’re going to be surly all afternoon too, I might as well go take a nap,” she said in an exasperated manner.

“Well then what do you suggest?” I said with a vigorous eye roll. “No way to have fun today.”

“How about a good swim?”

I pointed at the window. “In the rain? Or did you have a pool in mind?”

She pretended to smack my bottom... but not pretending enough. “How funny. Of course I had a pool in mind. The community pool is indoor, and open 24 / 7.”

“Aww that sucks royal d... err... that stinks,” I corrected myself after her glare. “I mean, it’s too small, and the water is too hot, and there ain’t even a trampoline. And it’s full of kids anyway.”

“You are a kid, Haley!”

That silenced me. No point saying I wasn’t. Okay, well, I wasn’t! Honest!... but when adults get it in their mind to discard you as such, little can be done but roll your eyes and accept it. They’re not going to change their mind until you get a degree anyway.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun,” she tried to tempt me, elbowing my side. “We could even have Nicky join us...” she added in an undertone.

My ears perked up and my eyes darted towards her. Now I won’t tell of all the reactions I had when hearing Nicky’s name, because it would be too long a list. Suffice to say I was suddenly much more amiable and even agreeable to some degree! Why was it that I was happy and nervous at the same time at the prospect of being with Nicky outside school?

“Huh?” (Are you serious?)

Gina grinned. “Knew that would get your attention, Casanova.”

“Oh please!” (Well, I try!)

“Yeah, yeah. So, shall I call her?”

“Whatever.” (Yes! Yes!)

Gina dialled the number. “Maybe she could bring a friend or something.”

“I don’t care.” (Oh no please no!)

And so I sulked in the armchair some more, but my ears were focused on Gina’s every word, and on that little I could hear being spoken on the other end of the line. First it was Nicole’s mother, then Nicky herself... and then Gina passed the receiver to me. I shrugged.

“She wants to say hi!” she whispered.

With another huge eye roll (ohmigodwhatdoIsaynow??) I welcomed the phone and mumbled a half-hearted ‘hey’ in the receiver. Gina cast me a couldn’t-you-be-nicer? kind of look. And so Nicky told me a few useless things like girls do before saying it would be cool if we could go to the pool together because she had to show me something really neat. My mouth was still too dry to say anything more than ‘sure’, and I wasn’t smart enough to be imagining what it was. Knowing Nicky, it must have been a boring new kind of diving technique or something.

As narrated in my previous account, Nicky and I weren’t just friends. Actually we weren’t friends at all, but we had a bond because we shared something, and that was Gina. More precisely, it was being soundly spanked by Gina. Even more precisely, it was being soundly spanked by Gina together. And for the ultra-precise kind, it was me spying on her while she was soundly spanked by Gina, and then being caught and given the same in front of her.

And so I hung the phone and it was agreed to meet at the pool half an hour later. Nicky lived just a block away anyway, and we’d go by car. I packed and we left, and soon we were there. Not much traffic in the city on a Sunday afternoon.

The community pool was every bit as crowded and hot as I remembered. It looked like most if not all the neighbourhood families who didn’t have an out-of-town relative to visit had gathered there. I found it disgusting, but Gina said it was cool to see so many people having fun together. This time I really meant it: whatever!

Nicole arrived the following minute. She greeted Gina with hugs and kisses, and me with a feeble high-five, which wasn’t high and wasn’t even much of a five, more like two hands holding at chest-height for a moment and eyes locking for another moment and I think you do get the freakin’ point.

“I love this place,” said Nicky as she ran a hand through her naturally messy chestnut hair. “But it’s too chaotic.”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Well, I’m sure the two of you can find a nice little spot to swim...” We both eyed her in clear discomfort. “... two nice little spots, I mean. Oh come on, you kids are so preposterous!”

Nicky and I dwelled on what the hell ‘preposterous’ meant all the way to the locker rooms. That’s where our ways parted; the girls went to their own and I was left with old farts ogling little boys, fathers with sons, athletic studs that just had to have cotton in their briefs, and businessmen relaxing on their free day. That was the ‘community’ part in the community pool.

I quickly slipped into my light blue swimming trunks and met the girls just out of the changing rooms. Gina was gorgeous, I realised: she wore a black swimsuit that did a good show of her full breasts, but for some reason she had a cloth wrapped around her waist. Nicky, on the other hand, wore an all-white one-piece swimming costume, pink ankle bracelets and a waterproof wrist watch similar to mine. She would shift her look between me and the ground.

I thought she looked pretty.

Gina was right after all. We did find a nice little spot to swim, because finding two would have been arduous to say the least. People would swim by and splash water in all directions and that was annoying, but not that bad after all. The water was still refreshing and there’s always something cool about swimming in a pool. Must be the chlorine smell. Nicky and I got involved in a few ball games with other kids, and she chatted a little about silly things with a girl from her gym class that she met. Then she came to me and rolled her eyes and said something about how she was sure the girl was pregnant with an alien baby. I must admit that sounded funny to the twelve-year-old me.

We remained near the edge for a while, catching our breath, and something Nicole had told me on the phone came back to my mind.

“What was it that you wanted to show me?”

She rolled her eyes and giggled in that annoying (but cute) girl way. “I already have!”

“Huh?”

Nicky sighed. She swam a little closer to me and whispered in my ear: “You don’t pay attention and you seriously lack imagination, Haley.”

And she was off to play ball again, leaving me there wondering how many details could have escaped me but that were so obvious to a girl.

At the pool border, Gina sat and read a magazine, throwing us a look now and then and smiling. Almost an hour had passed and I was surprised not to have heard her call us out yet. A few minutes later, punctual as a Swiss clock, she started to warn us.

“Hey guys it’s been a while now. Thinking of getting out just yet?”

“Yeah sure. In a while,” I said.

Nicky was far more polite (and convenient) than me, I must confess, for she leant over the edge, resting her elbows on the wet tiled floor, and flashed Gina with her cute smile. “Can we stay just a few more minutes pleeeeease?”

“Okay babycakes, but that’s all!”

I shivered at the ‘babycakes’ part and hoped to God she would never use that with me in public.

“Aww thank you!” Nicky said in a baby voice, and off she went again.

By then I was drawn in some football discussion with this guy, but after a few minutes he had to go. Gina was looking quite irritated by now. When I turned around looking for Nicky, I saw her engrossed in chat with this other guy... who was really a stud and could be sixteen or even seventeen!

Like every boy in my situation would, I fell for the oldest trick in the book and got all jealous and squirmy and stuff. I didn’t realise that, of course. I simply acted out of instinct.

“Hey Nicky, I guess it’s time to go,” I called.

She gave me one of those looks and rolled her eyes. Then the other guy looked at me too from upside down... well, okay, we were all in the pool and all at the same level, but still. You know how some people can make you feel like you’re a whole foot shorter.

“You guys don’t have to leave already, do you,” he said with a teasing voice, and he gave my friend a radiating smile.

“Oh not at all,” Nicky said, returning it.

“Yes I think we should. You mind?” I said to the boy. My ears were all hot by now.

“Well yes I do fucking mind.” And he pushed me.

“I do fucking mind that you’re fucking touching me!” I don’t know how I got that boldness from. Sure I was no nancy, but I wasn’t one who liked to argue and fight and everything.

“Aww come on guys!” said Nicky. “Maybe you’re right, Haley, it’s time to go...”

Big mistake, Nicky.

The guy obviously picked up on my feminine sounding epithet and gave a hearty laugh. “Haley? How’s that spelled? You’re a guy at all, huh?” And from underwater, he grabbed my crotch.

It was only a moment, but I literally saw stars. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that I should have just let it go. I mean, the pool edge was right there behind me, five metres and I’d be out and never see the darn boy again. But you know how it is. Instincts overwhelm you, and the pain in my bollocks wasn’t helping either. So, only half aware that Gina had stood and was calling on us angrily already, I made the best of the few karate lessons I’d taken as a child and my foot darted toward his crotch, accompanied by a loud exclamation I’d better not write here.

To my satisfaction, his scream was louder than any I’ve heard. I was still somewhat in pain, true, but I’m sure he kept ice in his pants for a few days at least. Not even the water could slow me down! I was so proud of myself and felt like a true man. I was a macho, the guy was bothering my girl and I kicked him in the balls just like that. Well done Haley!

“Haley!!”

Gina disagreed. And Nicky too, since she cast me a what’s-gotten-into-you kind of look.

So, while the boy contorted in pain, I realised fully what I had done. I turned and saw furious look on my babysitter’s face. To tell you the truth, the actual term ‘babysitter’ floated through my mind right there and then, as the information started to register in my over-hyped brain all over again. I was Haley, twelve years old, taken to the pool with my friend by the girl hired to watch over us, namely a babysitter. And with that came the knowledge that I was in huge, thick, never-ending trouble.

See what I said, about not knowing you’re in trouble and suddenly you realise you are? Some situations really get out of hand in a way that you’d never even expected, and what seems like the worst-case-scenario is suddenly the only scenario. All I could do was swim back to the edge, Nicky right beside me, and climb out of the pool.

“Are you out of your mind?!” Gina bellowed, taking my arm and shaking me.

“I... well, he... ow!” and I held on my own offended part for good measure.

Gina must have noticed. “What? You okay?” She wasn’t really concerned. It sounded more like she was doing her task to show herself as such.

“No! He...”

“And you? Don’t think I didn’t see that kick, young man. And those words!”

At least she had the decency to lower her voice a bit, so that not everyone in the pool could hear her scolding me. Only the fifty people or so in the immediate nearby.

“C’mon Gina, he was just trying to...” came Nicky’s voice from behind me.

“I know perfectly well what he was trying to do, Nicole.”

“You’re dead, you hear me?!”

That came from the boy in the water, who had stopped groaning and was now looking at me red-faced like a man possessed. He yelled a few more obscenities my way before Gina stood up to him...

“You mind your own business! You’re lucky I don’t know you or you wouldn’t’ve got off so easy!”

... exactly the way I wouldn’t want her to do. Didn’t she know that being defended by a girl is the utmost humiliation for a twelve-year-old boy and that I was dead meat if word was spread? And didn’t she realise that by saying that he ‘got off easy’ she was implying my kick hadn’t been that hard?

I didn’t have much time to dwell on that, though. Her threat apparently silenced the boy for a good while (yeah, I got myself a scary babysitter... yay me!), and she pushed me none too gently towards the changing rooms. I was beside myself with anger and embarrassment, both from losing control and the humiliation of being practically ushered away – again, like a boy half my age. I felt Nicky’s wet footsteps behind us, and I didn’t know what would happen next.

Okay, that’s a lie. I knew very well. It simply hadn’t registered yet. As someone who had never been spanked up to a month earlier, I still didn’t automatically connect ‘being caught’ with ‘being smacked’, but Gina had, um, very effective ways of changing your view about things. Basically, I just prayed that she would take me home as soon as possible. I wasn’t particularly devoted, but as they say, at times of war no-one is really an atheist.

“Listen, I’m sorry okay?” I said, as if it was a huge concession on my side.

“I can’t believe you did that!” Gina said as we strolled around the pool.

“He did it to me first!”

“I noticed.”

“He was just defending himself, really,” said Nicky from behind.

“And you think that’s an excuse? You shouldn’t have been provoking him in the first place. And by the way, I’d told both of you to get out a good while ago and you disobeyed!”

She waddled her finger at us both, and I wondered if Nicky could be in some trouble too for not listening. Ironically, that was the least of my worries at the moment.

Then it struck me that if the pool was swarming with activity, probably the locker rooms would be too. They sure were when I’d changed into my swimming briefs, earlier. Surely she wouldn’t have spanked me (us?) in front of all those people.

Lucky me, Gina thought the same. Unlucky me, she found a much better, less crowded spot. There was a corridor leading from the pool area to the two large changing rooms, Ladies on the left and Gentlemen on the right, and it was quite deserted. I said quite. Not completely. Still good enough for her, I reckon, because suddenly she stopped, turned around and grabbed my elbow.

“Oh noooot here!” I exclaimed in an undertone, not wanting to be heard – and seen! – by those few people walking by.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get yours royally when I get you home. I’m just warming you up.” And with that she spun me around and started to bend me over. There wasn’t a chair so I suppose the standing position would be enough for her ‘warm up’.

I decided it was better not to put up a fight. I could still pretend to be the poor little boy assaulted by the witch babysitter. Those were on the news every week, you know, those hidden cameras showing babysitters losing it and literally beating the kids black and blue. Maybe those people would understand. I didn’t care all that much anyway. Frankly, I was much more worried by Nicky’s presence...

... but even that concern vaporized like snow in the sun when Gina had spun me around enough for me to see my friend. She was standing there in the corridor, wide-eyed for she realised I was going to get some right quick. And finally I knew what ‘neat’ thing she wanted to show me so bad but that I hadn’t been paying attention to, etc. etc.

When wet, and it was, her white swimming suit was almost see-through... err, take the ‘almost’ out.

I saw her chest heave with her hard breathing. Her budding breasts poking out of the soaked acrylic tissue. Her belly twisting uncomfortably... and right down to...

... to the floor, ‘cause that’s what I was watching the second later, and SMACK! came Gina’s flat hand across my backside. If you were ever spanked on a wet behind, you know the feeling. I abandoned all my inhibitions and pretences of courage and just ‘owwwed!’ loudly. She spanked again in the same exact spot, and again I yelped. Nicky’s transparent costume couldn’t be farther from my mind...

Well, again, that’s not true. I’m sure that with all the commotion, the nice (however incomplete) sight I’d just had, and the fact that my spanking kink was still blossoming, the whole thing turned out to be pretty... enticing, shall we say. When Gina let me up less than a dozen smacks later, I couldn’t help but think that it would be perfect if all spankings could be like that. Stinging, and somewhat nice.

The word ‘arousing’ wasn’t in my dictionary at twelve, sorry. I was a good boy, what do you think!

“Off to change! I want you in the car in five minutes.”

My hands flew to my backside and I soothed some of the sting away. I looked for Nicky but she wasn’t there any longer. I turned around in time to catch a glimpse of her slender frame disappearing in the ladies’ locker room. The back of her swimsuit was see-through as well.

~|~|~

I didn’t say a word in the car. Nicky didn’t either. We sat on the back seat looking out of different windows. Gina, on the other hand, seemed like she was on a roll, and she scolded and lectured me all the way home. Nicky got some of that too, and I was pretty sure by now she was in trouble as well. Luckily it was only a ten-minute ride.

Nicky was supposed to be brought back home by seven, so there was still a full hour left, that Gina had planned differently, like she explained: “I was going to take you guys at Perk’s and offer a huge cup of ice-cream each, but you sure as heck don’t deserve that.”

There, icing on the cake. We loved Perk’s. I heard Nicky sniffle softly and I wanted to hold her hand. I didn’t. Actually, I wanted her to hold mine too. She didn’t either.

Gina was a little calmer once we got home. I had learned to tell apart her reactions by now: first she was in Angry Mode and she’d yell and scold. Then somehow she switched to Reasonable Mode, but that wasn’t good, because it was also known as Punish Mode or Matter-Of-Fact-Rump-Roasting Mode.

“Haley, go to your room,” was the first thing she said as we walked in.

I didn’t have it in me to protest, but I still left the coat untidily on the living room chair and even slammed the corridor door on my way to my room as my only little victory. I plopped down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. It wasn’t long before I heard noises come.

“You know very well what you did,” Gina was saying. Now Nicole was definitely sniffling. “I don’t want to have to repeat things thrice, and your mother won’t have you mess with older guys, especially if you’re wearing that. Does she even know you have it?”

I didn’t hear the reply, ‘cause I guess there was none. But I heard the bathroom door open.

“Well, get inside.”

“No Gina no please don’t give me a spanking I’ll never do it again noooo don’t sp...” Slam!

It was closed again. And the sounds were much more muffled after that, but I could still hear the zipper of Nicky’s shorts, and a while later the unmistakable sound of smacked bare flesh. I sighed and clenched my fists as my friend burst out in tears right away. After only six smacks she was wailing pretty loudly, promising to be a good girl and many other things I couldn’t make out.

Amazingly, that was it. I didn’t hear any more spanking, and a few seconds later the bathroom door opened again and Gina walked out. Nicole’s pitiful wails echoed across the corridor. She must have been mortified to be crying so loud. And now it would be my turn! My bowels did the hula hoop around my stomach and they all went dancing with my heart right up there in my throat.

The door to my room was still cracked open, and I saw Gina holding Nicky’s shorts and T-shirt in one hand, and her tiny white, shrunk swimsuit in the other. She tossed everything in the hamper. That evoked a *very* powerful image of my friend standing naked in the corner of *my* bathroom, and sporting a red little bottom, too! On any other day, this would have been my, um, moment of glory.

Instead it was just another moment of accelerated heartbeat, even more so when Gina got to my room and walked in without knocking. In her hand, mum’s formidable hairbrush. It didn’t take long for me to realise it was going to have a different use this time. And I realised why Nicky had been putting on such a show.

“I don’t need telling you again how tremendously upset I am with you,” she said in a no-nonsense, matter of fact tone. “What would your mother say if she knew what you did, hmm? Is that why you took karate lessons for? To kick others where the sun don’t shine?”

I shrugged. What was there to say anyway. I sure didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of hearing me say ‘I’m sorry I’ll never do it again’.

“I didn’t think you’d do that, Haley. I’d expect it of some of your friends, but not you.”

That hurt a bit, I must confess. The disappointment wasn’t cool from someone you do like, even though you fear them too.

Gina shook her head, too, and she sat on the bed aside me. Up I rose, and she bared me just like she had Nicky. “I’m going to give you a good spanking with this hairbrush, young man. You can cry all you want, I’m not stopping until I think you’ve learnt a lesson in proper manners. Do you understand?”

As though she needed to describe my impending punishment in so much detail.

“Y-yeah...” I muttered as my shorts came off.

She aimed a hard smack to my unprotected right thigh. “What?”

“Ow! Yes Miss!”

Down came my underwear too, falling to a heap at my ankles on top of my shorts, and across her lap I went. I expected her hand to connect with my upturned bottom and I held my breath, but that didn’t happen: the hairbrush was put to work right away, and it smacked down with amazing vigour.

“O... o... ooouucchhh!!”

I was caught out of breath and totally by surprise. It hurt ten, twenty, fifty times more than the wooden spoon I’d got at Nicky’s house! I don’t think I was able to breathe properly, my chest felt heavy and gripped with fear and, yes, remorse. Gina spanked again, and again, and my shuddery breaths became shuddery sobs. Tears weren’t out just yet, but it was only a matter of time.

By the twentieth smack I lost count, and more or less at the same time I started to cry. My legs kicked up and down involuntarily triggered by the brush, and I just couldn’t believe how much it stung. No, it didn’t sting. It hurt. It’s different. It’s like an overwhelming pain all over your buttocks, numb but also acute, and completely uncompromising. It felt heavy and as much as I wriggled and squirmed, I couldn’t escape it. Not to mention those swats falling on my sit-spots and tops of thighs... those had me howling in earnest, for the meat was tender and it felt like the hairbrush was literally dipping in.

Objectively, I don’t think it lasted more than a minute, but boy, did that minute count.

When Gina let me up I was a sobbing, bawling mess of a boy. I’d held up to my promise of not apologising and not blubbering pitiful excuses, though, so I could be glad of that at least. But it didn’t help any, not when my bottom felt like an army of Lilliputians was using it as a battlefield.

Again my hands found their target, but soon I realised it was better not to rub too much: I felt my skin all swollen and with tiny point-like thingies all over, like goosebumps only more painful, and a couple of nasty ridges on my lower buttocks. Better to keep my hands away. Gina directed me to the corner, and even though I wasn’t instructed to, I still placed my hands in front of myself.

I stayed like that for an hour, I guess, before Gina called – only to turn around and see it’d only been fifteen minutes. Funny how time flies, or just won’t, when you’re standing there. I was allowed to re-dress and go into the living room with her.

Nicky was there already, wincing in the armchair she sat on, idly browsing through a magazine. I knelt on the couch and stayed like that as Gina talked to us.

“Okay, now listen both of you. I’m sorry this was necessary, but you left me no choice. I do not ever, ever want to see any of you do the same things ever again. Am I making myself understood?”

“Yes Miss,” we echoed in unison.

“Good. Next time, I will not hesitate to pull down your panties in front of each other, and you know I will do that. Is that clear?” she asked as she looked at me.

“Yes Miss.”

“Nicole?”

“Yes Miss.”

“Good. Now come here.” Her open arms actually felt good.

~|~|~

With perfect timing, it had stopped raining, so I offered to walk Nicky back home. Gina said no, that she had to take her, and so we went by car. That really sucked, because I really would have wanted to spend some time alone with her. Now don’t ask me why.

Surprisingly enough, Gina must have understood that, because she stopped in front of Nicky’s house and waited in the car. I escorted my friend up to the door, and I knew we only had a minute or less to talk. What there was to say, well, that was different.

“I...” she started, “I’m sorry I got you in trouble. It’s all my fault.”

“Oh no it’s all mine. I picked on the guy. We wouldn’t have been late if I hadn’t, so it’s my fault if you were spanked too.” I said that all in one breath.

Nicky blushed and looked away for a moment. She brushed a fang of messy, apple-perfumed hair off her forehead. “Well no, I mean... I really didn’t care for the guy, I was just trying to... you know...”

“Trying to do what?”

Hey, I *really* didn’t realise. Honest, I didn’t.

She looked at her feet. “You know.”

But I didn’t, and that made me uncomfortable, so I changed the subject... “Cute swimsuit by the way,” ... choosing something even more embarrassing.

“Err... uh, well, glad you liked. It’s confiscated. Hope Gina doesn’t tell my mum.”

“You’ll buy another... wait, I don’t mean you have to buy another like that one!” My turn to blush.

Much to my surprise, Nicky said. “Well I might...” Then she suddenly rose on tiptoes and kissed my lips. Just for a second, a sweet peck I’ll never forget. “You’re a silly boy Haley. But I love you.”

And she went up the stairs, leaving me there to wonder what it was that she was trying to do with that boy, how her red bummy must have looked through one of those ‘neat’ wet white swimsuits, and most of all, why my chest was feeling hotter and more throbbing than my backside.

– The End –

This story does not necessarily represent the author’s point of view about anything. It is simply a work of fiction . The characters herein portrayed are invented and do not resemble reality to the best of the author’s knowledge. This account is entirely fictitious . Any similarities to other persons, living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

This story is written for the sane amusement of adult readers. It does not intend harm and does not promote violence of any kind, including spanking. No offence is meant to any group, ethnicity or individuals.

The author does in no way endorse the non-consensual disciplinary spanking of actual children and / or teenagers.

Copyright © 2004 Haley Brimley . Contact for information and / or feedback.