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 The Toy Trunk Chapter 2: Jake Spanks Harry
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   This is a work of complete fiction.  Any resemblance to other people,
real or imaginary, is completely coincidental.  Corporal punishment can be
harmful to children.  Copyright to yours truly 2012.
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   I left Michael sniffling on the couch as I pulled myself up the stairs.
He might have been complicit in this little venture, but Harry was almost
certainly the mastermind.  I had been Harry and Mikey's babysitter for a
year and a half now, ever since I started university in their home towm,
and I enjoyed being paid to hang around with the two cuties.  Michael was
adorable, but Harry was, in a word, sexy.  He knew it as well; he would
lounge about the house in his speedos - his father was a very successful
lawyer and they had a pool and a sauna - and flirted as often as possible.
The problem was, in recent months he had begun to ignore my authority as
his babysitter.  Resulting in this.
   I reached the landing at the top of the stairs and pushed open Harry's
door.  He was slouched on the bed, grinning.
   "Sorry Jakey, I shouldn't have shut you in the toy chest.  I know it was
silly.  Forgive me?" He grinned up at me as I stood over him.
   "Harry, don't think for a second you can charm your way out of this. 
Not only did you put yourself and your brother in danger, you also
completely disrespected me, AND you dragged your brother into this.  Don't
even think of telling me this was his idea." He looked slightly less
confident now.  "Your father has authorised me to punish you when you
misbehave, as I'm sure you know, and your behaviour today has definitely
warranted some punishing!  YOu need to learn to respect me and do as you're
told!" Obviously worried, he began to plead with me.
   "Come on Jake, no harm done?  I'm really sorry, I won't do anything like
it again.  You're not really going to spank me are you?  I'm not a little
kid like Mikey..." I cut him off.
   "If you can't think about the consequences of your actions, you're
definitely not too mature for a spanking - and I will have to tell your dad
about this." This was a bit of a loaded response.  I knew Harry and
Michael's father, Dominic, was a stern man who didn't hold back on his
punishments.  "Now stand up and take off your shorts and t-shirt."
   Harry stood up, not wanting to question me further now that the threat
of his father was introduced.  He pulle doff his t-shirt first and I
admired his chest.  Unlike his brother, who was very slender, Harry was a
boy in the first throes of puberty.  His skin was smooth and tanned brown,
and his nipples poked out.  The t-shirt stuck on his head, so I moved to
pull it off, letting his golden blonde hair flop out into its standard
Bieber cut.  He looked up at me agin and I had to force myself to look
stern as I admired the freckles around his nose.  Turning him round, I bent
him over the bed.
   "Okay Harry, do you understand what you did and why it was wrong?" He
sighed.
   "Yes, Jake.  I shut you in the toy trunk when you were in charge of me
and Mikey.  Something could have happened to us and you wouldn't have been
there to protect us."
   "Good," I replied, "I think you deserve thirty spanks, and to highlight
the seriousness of your misbehaviour they're going to be delivered on your
bare bottom." I pulled his shorts off to reveal a tight pair of Superman
briefs, strained over his plump bottom.  grabbing the waistband, I went to
pull down, then decided to indulge myself.  He was really stunning, not a
hair on his body below the head.  I put my hand on his back and pulled the
briefs up into a wedgie, enjoying his squirming.  "Actually Harry, I've
changed my mind.  For your first ten spanks I will give you a wedgie as
well.  Then you can have twenty more on the bare, over my knee.  Are you
ready?" Silence.  "I said, are you ready?" A small voice spoke.
   "Okay sir." I pulled the wedgie tight against his back and he gasped,
hands flailing.
   "Hands on your head.  I don't want you fighting or I'll have to spank
you harder, is that clear?" As his hands touched his head, I brought my own
hand down on his bottom with a loud smack, followed by another three in
sharp succession.
   SMACK!  SMACK SMACK SMACK!
   He let out a cry.  I rubbed his bottom with my hand, enjoying the
growing warmth.  It was a good start.
   SMACK!  Left cheek.
   SMACK!  Right cheek.
   SMACK SMACK!  One after another.  I heard the first true objection from
Harry, an "Ow!" at last.  I planeted another two in rapid succession on
either cheek to finish his opening ten.
   SMACK!!  SMACK!!  I let him sit there for a moment and watched his toes
wriggling.  I knew from his father's punishment instructions that he wasn't
allowed to touch his bottom until the spanking was finished; I could almost
see his hands itching to rub his sore bum.
   "Stand up." He stood and turned.  His face was red and his lip was
trembling.  I was pleasantly surprised; I had thought he wasn't feeling the
effects, but it seemed he was merely trying to keep quiet.  I knew it
wouldn't last, and his big head could do with a little deflating.  "Now I'm
going to spank you bare bottomed.  Take off your pants, young man." He
slowly bent down and slid the briefs off, slipping them off his feet.  His
little cock was stiff, maybe two and a half inches long.  I looked at it
until he realised I was staring, and blushed.  I sat down on the side of
the bed and patted my lap, encouraging him to lay on it.  As he went down,
his little stiffy poked into my leg.  I didn't mention it, knowing he would
be more embarrassed by my silence, but I did let my hand caress his bum as
I talked to him again.  "Don't expect me to be lenient with you.  You might
think you're all grown up but you still don't understand the seriousness of
your behaviour and you don't seem to respect me any more.  I know you're
beginning to grow up but you don't know everything and you aren't old
enough to be responsible for yourself or your brother.  Do you understand?"
He took a deep breath.
   "Yes sir."
   "Right then.  I think you're pretty warmed up now..." I stopped
caressing him and raised my hand again.  He was already breathing heavily
as I brought it down hard on his clenched bottom.
   SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!
   "Ow!  Jake!" he cried out.  I wasn't going to stop now though, the
lesson needed to be taught.
   SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!!
   "Owwwww!  I'm sorry!"
   SMACK!!  SMACK!!  His bum was turning a bright red to match his face.  I
heard sobbing as he stuttered out "I-I'm sorry sir.  Sorry!  Please!"
   SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!
   With every spank, Harry's moans grew louder, but each time I connected I
felt his little cock twitch against my leg.  By now I was rock hard myself.
When I put him over my lap he had been still, but by this point his resolve
was broken and he writhed beneath me.  I raised my hand again.
   SMACK!!  SMACK!!
   At the twenty sixth stroke, Harry's hands flew to his bottom as he
wailed, "Stop, Jake, please!" I grabbed both hands and pinned them to his
back, but I knew before I finished he needed talking to.
   "Harry, I like babysitting you, I really do.  You're a good kid.  But
you have to understand that I am responsible for you and you have to
respect me.  If I can't make you do that we will both have failed your
father.  I doubt the next babysitter he hires will be half as nice as I've
tried to be." He sobbed.
   "I'm s-sorry Jake.  I'm really sorry.  I like you l-loads Jakey.  I
don't want you to go." I looked down at him and felt a flush of real
affection for the boy.  He might be bold in front of his brother or his
friends but at 13 he was still just a boy and from the way he usually acted
with me I had a feeling he had more than a passing attraction to me.  I
knew I was treading a thin line here.  I didn't want to hurt him any more
than necessary - I knew his father's punishment would be stern enough to
make him regret messing about if he regained some bravado after my
punishment.  But I had to show him that I was in charge.  I resisted the
temptation to stroke his bottom as my hand rested on it; this was still a
punishment and there would be time for comfort later.
   "Okay Harry.  I can tell that you're sorry and I hope you understand now
that I'm serious when I say you have to listen to what I say.  I won't tell
your father that you moved your hands before your punishment was over, but
I'm going to spank you five more times.  That's nine more smacks in total."
I felt his cock spasm and wondered if on some level he was turned on by me
spanking him, even as it hurt.  "I'll hold your hands down for the rest of
the punishment so you won't be tempted to fight with me.  Does that sound
fair?"
   A muffled "yes, sir" came from my thigh, where his head sat, tears
dampening my jeans.  I stood the boy up and set him sideways between my
legs before laying him down again, trapping him.  His bum was forced out,
spreading his cheeks to reveal a light brown ring that fluttered under my
gaze.  The new position also put his stiff cock right next to mine, which
was hardly a mistake.  I resumed the spanking.
   SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK! SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!
   I laid a hit on both cheeks and one directly on the centre, angled so my
hand followed through into his crack and my fingers stung his hole.  Before
he could take a breath, I ran through the pattern again.
   "Oh-o-owwww!  S-s-sorry, I'm sorry J-jake!" he bawled.
   "Come on now Harry, three more.  There's a good boy."
   SMACK!!
   Left cheek, on the underside of his gorgeous blushing bottom.
   SMACK!!
   Right cheek, same place.  I paused, letting the boy settle before the
final stroke.
   SMACK!!!
   Again between the cheeks, his legs pushed out, the tip of my finger
brushing his still-hairless ballsack as my palm slapped his anus.  He
wailed as I let go his hands, telling him his punishment was over, but to
my surprise he didn't go to rub his very sore bottom.  Instead, he flung
his arms around me and wrapped his legs around my waist, setting his head
on my shoulder and sobbing.  I could barely make out his apologies through
the tears, but I held him as he cried, whispering little comforts in his
ear.  My right hand brushed through his golden-blonde hair now damp with
sweat and messy from writhing.  My left caressed his bottom, my fingertips
occasionally rubbing up against his little hole.  Throughout it all, his
erection hadn't gone down in the slightest.  For a few minutes I held him
there as sobs turned to gulps and gulps to sniffles.  Finally, he looked up
at me, red eyed, and kissed me on the cheek.
   "I'm really sorry Jakey, really I am.  I promise to respect you and I'll
never do anything dangerous like that again.  Please don't leave us." I
couldn't help but be moved.
   "I'm not going to leave you.  Your dad won't be happy that I let you get
the best of me, but I think he'll understand that you've been punished and
have learnt your lesson, although I wouldn't bet on that stopping him from
spanking you himself just to make sure it sinks in.  I'm going to go check
on Mikey, will you be all right?" He nodded, wiping his face with the back
of his hand.  "Ok, come down when you're ready.  I really do care about
you, you know, and I want you to be safe." He nodded.
   "Thanks, Jakey.  I'm sorry." I set him down on the bed and left the
room.
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The Toy Trunk 2 - Jake Spanks Harry