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My Cousin and I  (1/3)

By

YLeeCoyote@juno.com

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.© YLeeCoyote

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's 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 opened 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.

End of Part 1.  Go to Part 2

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