It was just after breakfast and Lenore and I were raring to go out and play.  Unlike a school day we were in a hurry not that we were going very far – just to the back of the yard where my wonderful tree fort was.  Mother was, as always, admonishing us to be good.  Somehow she always had black thoughts about what horrors I would commit even at that tender age and just while playing in the backyard.  I dutifully promised as I always did not thinking about what I was saying but just anxious to get out.

Lenore was quick to chime in as Mother's Little Helper. "I'll watch Tyler, Aunt Elsa." she said.  (We called each other's mom 'Aunt'.)  "If he's a naughty boy, I'll even spank him."

"That's an excellent idea, Lenore." mother replied.  I never imagined that this would be significant as we ran out to the tree fort.  All that was on my mind was to PLAY!  I loved playing in the tree fort and I knew that a few more of my friends would join us soon.

I was hyper then and it wasn't long before it showed with me climbing on top of the railing which was a big no-no.  But Dad wasn't here so I didn't think I needed to worry.  I was wrong.  Spanking wrong as I would learn all too soon.

Lenore did not waste any time calling me out on my transgression.  I was soon facing a tough irate Tomboy who was determined that I should be spanked then and there by her or she would tell my dad.  We both knew that meant a hard spanking and even worse – locking of the tree fort for several days.

She reminded me that she did not make idle threats and that she had been authorized to spank me just a short time before.  It did not take long before I yielded or perhaps surrendered would be more accurate.

We moved inside the house part of the fort and she quickly stripped me to my birthday suit.  She had been seeing me naked since were bathed together until three years earlier and then frequently since then for wheneven I was spanked, bathed or changed she was frequently about.  She sat down on the floor with her legs stretched out and ordered me over her lap.  With her left hand pressing on the small of my back, she used her right hand to spank me.

Over and over she spanked as hard as she could.  I felt every spank although they were not nearly as hard as those from Dad.  A dozen would not have mattered much but she spanked and spanked as hard as she could lecturing as she did.  After a few dozen spanks, the spanking became significant.  In other words, it was really hurting me.  I started to object and was told to be quiet as "The naughty little boy's bottom is not nearly red enough."

After a while I was sobbing and she stopped.  My first thought was to put my pants back on but that was not to be.  Lenore pushed me to the corner and insisted that I do some corner time with my hands on my head.  I was completely docile as my bottom was ablaze.

Then I heard laughing.  It did not make sense – why would she suddenly start laughing?  Then it became clear.  "This is no laughing matter, John Paul Seeger.  Tyler was naughty and I spanked him for it.  Now I'm going to spank you for laughing at him which should convince you that it was not funny at all."

"You can't do that." squeaked John.

"Yes, I can and I will – just as I spanked Tyler."  Then I heard John protesting as Lenore took hold of him and stripped him.  She was bigger and stronger and he did not have any hope of fighting her off.  She warned him to stop resisting or it would get worse.  He must have as it got quiet until she said "Lie still." followed by spanks.  I did not dare to turn around to actually watch but after a couple of dozen spanks I heard John crying.  Then he was put into another corner.

A little latter we both were allowed to dress and John apologized to me.

It was just two weeks after my sixteenth birthday and as soon as I entered the house, Dad howled at me.  Obviously, I was in big trouble.  I really did not hear most of what he was yelling about but it all boiled down to "CHORES NOT DONE!" and "SPANKING!"  It didn't happen immediately but I was not in a rush.  I was most certainly not in a rush when he ordered me to my room to wait ready for a strapping.  That was the word I caught – STRAPPING!  Dad had agreed that I was past being spanked OTK like a little boy.  I was not looking forward to getting strapped again.  It fucken hurt and I couldn't cry because I had to take it like a man – the man I claimed to be.

I waited, naked sitting on the bed with the strap in my hand.  I could not think of anything but how much it hurt the last time and that it surely would hurt just as much this time.  Time crept very slowly as I waited.  I could not think of anything else but the impeding strapping.

"You know why, boy?" he said as he entered.

"Yes, Sir."

He put out his hand and I gave him the strap.  "Position."  I bent over and rested my hands on the bed with my tail well up as the unhappy target.

Dad swung.  The strap connected with my tail painfully.  I bit hard on the sock in my mouth to keep from yelling.  Dad repeated the action and so did I.  With each cut it was harder and harder not yell.  Then after six painful cuts Dad tossed the strap on the bed and walked out.  Fortunately, he closed the door.  I gave a howl as I collapsed on the bed.  I rubbed furiously but it did not really help.  A cold shower helped a little.