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"Spoiled Rotten"
by the Rev. Petey Rastie, September 1993.
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"You can't always get what you want,
But if you try sometimes you'll find
You get what you need."
-- The Rolling Stones
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Dedicated with cock-felt gratitude to Randu, Christopher Bottoms, and Kevin ("Boyology") for their exciting erotic stories. I sincerely hope they continue writing erotica.
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I. Publisher's Notes
COPYRIGHT (C) 1993, 1994, 1995 WILDE PRODUCTIONS, INC.
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II. About the Author
Petey Rastie is a 55 year old fundamentalist preacher from Stupidville, Alabama, where he leads the local chapter of the Christian Coalition. His favorite activities include ministering to youth and instilling discipline in children at his parochial school. He frequently ministers to teenage boys at night in the privacy of his home. He says that being a former drug addict, arsonist and convenience store robber has helped him relate with today's young people. Since his conversion to the Gospel, Petey says he has quit using drugs and has been a model citizen except for his assault conviction stemming from an incident at an abortion protest last year.
III. And Now For Our Feature Presentation!!
Donnie, a young teenage lad and the son of a wealthy heiress, was a spoiled brat who always got what he wanted. The household servants felt it was high time for him to get what he needed: a good spanking, preferably on his bare bottom; something that would leave a firm impression and teach him a good lesson. Unfortunately, Madame had forbidden his governesses to punish Donnie in any way. Consequently, new governesses would never stay long before they grew tired of the boy's misbehaviour and quit.
Donnie greatly resented Madame's new boyfriend, Dick. Dick was a handsome young man of 24, recently graduated from Harvard with a degree in Management. With his assertive personality and sexual charms, he totally dominated Madame. Just as Madame formerly would do anything for her son, she would now do anything for her new young lover. Donnie felt jealous and constantly tried to embarrass Dick in front of Madame, with little success. After a while Donnie grew accustomed to taking second place next to Dick in Madame's attentions.
Donnie's resentment of this situation, however, grew steadily. One day Donnie was playing with his toy airplane while Madame was being manicured. He eyed her with anger as he remembered the latest favor she had granted Dick. On impulse, he sent his airplane crashing into a glass cabinet, where it broke two wine glasses. Madame started from her chair in horror. "Oh, Donnie! How could you?" she cried. Donnie shrugged. "It was an accident." he said simply. Madame's manicurist, who had been watching Donnie from the corner of her eye, knew better, and confided her intelligence to Madame in a whisper. Madame's brow wrinkled and she cried, "Donnie, you did that on purpose!" Donnie glared at the manicurist and turned to Madame, shouting, "You don't love me anyway! You like Dick better than me! I've known it all along! Who cares about your stupid glass cabinet anyway!" With that, he ran from the room. Madame exclaimed and sank into her chair.
Perhaps it was fortunate that the doorbell rang at this time and Dick was ushered into the room by Madame's butler. Noticing Madame's lack of composure, Dick exclaimed, "Sweetums! Are you alright?" and walked to her side. He put a comforting hand around her neck. She looked up gratefully. "Oh Dickie dear. I'm so glad you're here. It's Donnie. He's simply awful. His toy airplane--my cabinet." She pointed to the broken cabinet. "And Dick, he said I love you better than him and he ran from the room! I just don't understand. I suppose I haven't been spending enough time with him, or..."
Dick considered the risks arising from this latest development and decided that he didn't like it one bit. He cleared his throat. "Sweetums, I'm afraid that Donnie has treated you abominably. I think he is a spoiled brat." Madame looked surprised. "Oh...Donnie?" Her eyes lighted on her butler, who stood some distance away in waiting. The butler nodded slightly in approval. Dick continued, "Donnie has always gotten his way. He has never been punished for his outrages." Madame sighed. "Well...I never have deprived Donnie of anything...and I've always been gentle with him...maybe too gentle." Dick said, "Why don't you let me handle it this time, dear. I've had some experience in dealing with naughty boys. I used to look after my sister's two sons after her husband left her. Whenever one of them acted up, I would take them over my knee. They didn't like it at the time, but usually a few hours later they would thank me and tell me they were sorry for being naughty. After a few months they became the best-behaved little boys you could imagine."
Madame considered this, reminded herself of Donnie's atrocious behaviour and noted the butler's discrete approval of Dick's suggestion. After some hesitation, she finally agreed to give Dick a free hand in the matter. But she didn't want to see or hear it. Her nerves just weren't up to it. Dick agreed and told her he would return when the punishment was finished but not before.
Dick remembered all the snide remarks the boy had made in the past; the sarcasm, the biting humor directed towards him, intended to embarrass him in front of Madame. The kid had tried everything he could to sever Dick's relationship with Madame. Now was payback time. Dick smiled as he left the room. He imagined pulling the boy's corduroy trousers down around his ankles, yanking down his underwear and walloping his behind until it was red. After a few weeks the kid would learn that any sass would earn him a red behind.
As Dick marched down the hall towards Donnie's room, the butler intercepted him. "Excuse me Sir," he said, "but do you intend to discipline young Master Donnie?" Dick looked at the butler curiously; what business of it was his? The butler hastily added, "If you do, Sir...if you don't mind my assistance, Sir...perhaps you might use this!" He took out a thick leather belt from under his arm. Dick grinned: even the house servants were fed up with that spoiled brat. "Very well, thank you. I will be sure to use it." The butler returned a slight grin and said, "Sir, if I may... this is long overdue. I think Master Donnie needs a firm lesson. Perhaps you should use this belt on his bare bottom." Dick patted the butler's shoulder and walked on to Donnie's room.
Donnie never locked his bedroom door since no one had had the audacity to barge in without knocking and receiving permission to enter. The teenager laid in his plush sofa with his pants and underwear half-way down, slowly masturbating as he relived the escapade he had enjoyed with his younger cousin, Clifton, last week.
His cousin was a pale, tiny ten year old waif with long blonde hair and brown eyes, They had been playing RISK and Clifton seemed to be winning by a slight margin. Donnie offered him a wager: whoever won could make the loser do anything he wanted. His naive cousin agreed immediately and pledged himself to the oaths that Donnie gave. Needless to say, Donnie won the game, aided by the time when Clifton left to use the bathroom and Donnie cheated by moving extra armies onto his countries. As the winner, Donnie said he was going to take his pants off and Clifton would have to hold his dick. Clifton reluctantly acquiesced after Donnie reminded him of the oaths he had sworn and described the terrible fate that happened to double-crossers.
Donnie quickly slipped off his pants and underwear before Clifton could back out and stood directly in front of the seated boy with his slightly tumescent cock swinging. Clifton just stared at it in wonder; it was about an inch bigger than his own. Donnie flicked his cock close to Clifton's face and said, "Come on, do it! Hold it in your hands." Clifton did as he was told, being somewhat eager to hold it so it wouldn't slap him in the face, as it was only inches away. He didn't mind touching his cousin's cock that much. It was incredibly warm; and what was that smell--an enticing aroma--it excited him somehow. He held Donnie's cock. Squeezed it. Donnie's lips parted as he began breathing harder. His cock grew in Clifton's young hands. Donnie said, "Go ahead and feel it all over. Rub it up and down." Clifton complied, rolling Donnie's soft boy-flesh up and down with his fingers. Donnie's cock expanded to its full length under this massage, and Clifton need not have asked, "Does that feel good Donnie?" Donnie managed to squeak out "Yes!" between hot and heavy breaths. Clifton alternately pulled and pushed the boycock, and carefully scrutinized it, turning it sideways and over, inspecting every detail like Sherlock Holmes. Donnie wasn't used to all this sexual attention from a pair of hands not his own and he was starting to shake a little, in preparation of an orgasm. Clifton's hands were soft and tender, his touch as light as a feather, and the effect on his cock was electric.
There was something in Clifton's face that made Donnie want more; a tenderness, a softness, like a cherub, that demanded penetration. And Donnie was a spoiled brat, used to getting everything he wanted. On impulse, Donnie pushed his hips forward until his cock thrust into Clifton's face, rolling up his cheek to his eye. Clifton reflexively pulled his head away, licking his lips as he did so, a gesture that didn't pass unnoticed by his friend. Donnie's cock slid away from Clifton's face but now was at level with his mouth. Donnie pushed his cock to Clifton's lips. Clifton opened his mouth to complain, but Donnie seized the opportunity and pushed it in so Clifton got a strong taste of boycock. Clifton drew his head away because he wasn't prepared for this. "What are you doing?" he said.
If Donnie had only been more patient and considerate, he probably could have received his first blowjob from his cousin. Instead, Donnie grew angry and pulled Clifton's head towards his cock. "Put it in your mouth!" he said. Clifton became angry too. He opened his mouth as if he was complying with Donnie's wishes, and when Donnie inserted his cock, Clifton bit it! Donnie screamed so loud that Clifton's mother in the next room heard the sound. She called out, asking what had happened...
While Donnie was reliving these sentimental memories, Dick was standing right outside his door, belt in hand, debating just how he should punish Donnie. A bare-ass spanking was in order, but Dick felt that Donnie, who had never been spanked, wouldn't be able to take it very well. Dick felt sorry for the boy but reasoned that it had to be. Dick would be disciplining the boy from now on and it was important to break him in now and get him accustomed to being naked when he received a spanking, since Madame had given him express permission to handle the boy as he saw fit.
Dick didn't bother knocking. He barged in and caught Donnie playing with himself. Donnie scrambled to find his pants and underwear, but his boner was all too obvious. Dick grinned at the boy's obvious embarrassment, then raised a flat hand as if to stop his exertions: "Don't bother getting your clothes, laddie. You can stay just as you are." Donnie walked behind his sofa so his sex was concealed, and scowled at the intruder. "Just what do you think you're doing? I didn't tell you that you could enter. You didn't even knock. Don't you have any manners? I'm going to tell Mummie." Dick smiled. "Mummie already knows what I'm about to do. You can tell her all you want. She told me to handle you however I saw fit. And that's what I'm going to do, boy." Donnie colored. "What do you mean? She didn't say that!" He felt terribly vulnerable in his nudity. If Dick walked in the room he would be able to see Donnie's cock, balls, ass--a second time. There was nothing Donnie could do.
Dick did walk on in but he didn't go around the sofa. Instead he sat down on it, turning to face Donnie on his left. He revealed a thick leather belt, which he held in his right hand, and said, "You're going to get a spanking, Donnie. And it's about time. You've been getting away with so much around here, it's pathetic. It's time you learned a good lesson. Now get over here and bend over my knee. I'm going to blister your bottom!"
Hearing those words, Donnie felt a sense of deja vu. He recalled what had happened after Clifton had bit his cock. He hadn't bitten hard, but just enough to hurt. After Donnie screamed, Clifton's mom had called out asking what had happened, and neither of the two boys knew what to say. Donnie scrambled away to grab his clothes, and Clifton soon followed suit. After a moment they heard her footsteps approaching. When she opened the door, they both had their clothes on, though they looked considerably disheveled, and Donnie was red-faced. She turned to Donnie and asked what was the matter, since he had been the one to scream. Donnie fumbled with his fingers a little. A gleam came into his eyes and he glared at Clifton. Then he pointed a finger at his cousin. "He lost the game we were playing," Donnie lied, "and then he got so mad that he kicked me in the butt." Clifton stared at his cousin, amazed at the betrayal. But what could he say? If he said what had really happened, God knows what his mother would do. She would probably check his temperature, give him an enema, send him to a psychiatrist and tell all her friends about it. He knew his Mom wasn't great at handling things.
At Donnie's accusation, his Mom folded her arms, looked at Clifton and said, "Is that what you did, young man?" Clifton didn't know what to say; he hesitated. "Answer me, young man!" his mother thundered. Finally Clifton said, "Well...I might have, but I didn't mean to...I mean, Donnie made me do it, and then..." "That's enough!" his mother shrieked. "I've heard enough from you! Now you march right over here! You've got a spanking coming to you, young man!"
Clifton felt disgusted. Donnie was standing still, silently grinning. Donnie would watch him get a spanking. Clifton glared at his cousin, vowing vengeance at a later date, and stuck his tongue out, an act which only further confirmed his guilt in his mother's eyes. He obediently walked to his mother, who sat on the sofa and unceremoniously yanked him over her knees and positioned him so his bottom was upright on her lap. Donnie moved over to where Clifton's face was hanging over his mother's lap, so that Clifton could see him but his mother couldn't. Donnie began masturbating himself through his pants. Clifton scowled back at him, mouthing (but not saying) obscenities.
His mother wasted no time but lifted her hand high up for the first swat and send it crashing down on Clifton's bottom. Clifton yelped. If he hadn't had pants on, his mother and cousin would have seen the red impression her hand had made on his rear end. She followed with several more swats which fell upon the center of his bottom. Clifton's thin cotton pants offered little protection, and his underwear was no better. His buttocks were well defined underneath his pants, a point not lost on Donnie, who watched the proceedings with great interest. Donnie's cock hardened as he watched his blonde-haired cousin's buttocks jiggle during the spanking. The smacking sounds of the hand hitting his cousin's bottom aroused him, as did his cousin's moans. Donnie didn't know about anal sex yet, but the spanking seemed to subconsciously suggest something of that order. The spanking was symbolic shorthand for Clifton getting fucked in the ass, a hard cock plowing through those twin globes and into that tight pucker, his blonde hair disheveled, his head tossing back and forth as he accepted the sexual intrusion of a man or a boy....
Clifton glanced up, red-faced and moist-eyed, to catch Donnie fondling himself. Clifton turned away quickly as another stinging swat landed on his bottom. The next four swats came down hard, in rapid succession on the same spot, and Clifton found himself struggling against tears. Being spanked in front of Donnie was bad enough; crying in front of him would be worse. The next dozen or so swats struck different spots on his bottom, but he was so sore now that he began crying anyway. Once the tears came, he decided to just let them flow, in hopes his mother would stop as she usually did when he began crying. That tactic worked this time as well, but only partially. His mother said, "Well, I guess that's enough to teach you a lesson. But you're going to get 3 extra for sticking your tongue out at Donnie! Don't think that I didn't catch that!"
Watching those last 3 swats fall made Donnie wince. They were the worst of the lot. She drew her hand back, high into the air, and slapped Clifton's butt with a resounding SMACK! Clifton screamed as each hard smack landed. But then it was over. The poor boy wouldn't be sitting down for a while. Donnie evaluated the outcome: he had lost a friend and gained an enemy, but he had certainly witnessed a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle. Donnie was so wicked that he congratulated himself on the whole affair. He smirked as Clifton, sniffling and grasping his sore bottom, was led out of the room by his mother. Clifton had just enough presence of mind to give Donnie the finger before he left. Donnie wouldn't see him again for two years. Their next meeting is beyond the scope of this story.
Donnie's thoughts were interrupted by a rude voice. "Did you hear me, boy? Get your little butt over here now! Before I lose my patience!" Donnie crossed his arms in defiance and said, "No one speaks to me that way. You better leave right now." This severely tested Dick's temper. Dick reached over the sofa, grabbed Donnie's right arm, and yanked him over the sofa as Donnie yelled, thrashing his free arm against Dick's chest and shoulders. Dick seized Donnie's free arm as the boy slipped over the back of the sofa and fell onto the cushions. Dick let him go and he crouched there panting hard and glaring as Dick said, "Now you're going to be spanked, so pull your pants down. I won't be so hard on you this first time, but you have to cooperate from now on." Donnie shouted, "Get lost! You're not going to lay one hand on my butt! I'm going to tell my mother!" and scrambled off the sofa towards the door. Dick grabbed Donnie's feet just as he put his hands on the floor, and yanked him back on the sofa. "Well then, if you won't pull your pants down, I'll just have to do it for you!" He turned Donnie around so his front was exposed, and began unbuttoning Donnie's pants. Donnie hollered for his mother now as he tried to twist away from Dick's fingers which had already unsnapped the button of his pants and were pulling the zipper down. But Madame could not hear him since the house was so big and the walls were thick. She had given Dick complete authority to handle Donnie as he saw fit, anyway.
Donnie struggled to get up to sitting position and as he did so, Dick managed to pull the zipper completely down. Donnie flailed his arms against Dick's face, smacking him pretty good around the ears. Dick picked Donnie up by the arms and pulled him across his lap. He placed a firm hand on Donnie's back to keep him from getting back up and put the other hand on Donnie's thighs, near his ass, to keep him positioned. Then he moved out so that Donnie was no longer resting on the sofa but suspended in the air on Dick's lap, bent over at a steep angle, his head inches from the floor. At this angle, with Donnie's pants unzipped, it was a simple matter to yank them down to his knees, where they effectively trapped his legs.
Only Donnie's white silk underwear covered his bottom now. In an uncharacteristic submissive voice, Donnie whimpered, "Please don't pull my underwear down. I'll cooperate from now on." Dick shook his head. "You've got to learn to strip for me when I tell you. You have to get used to receiving a spanking on your bare bottom. When I tell you that you are getting a spanking, you will take your pants down and bend over my knee like an obedient little gentleman. In the future, if you are prompt when I give you these commands, then I will consider leaving your underwear on. But for now..." Dick grabbed the waistband and quickly yanked the silk underwear down to just under the boy's buttocks. Donnie's hairless buttocks, smooth like polished ivory, lay exposed to the air. Donnie yelled, "Nooooo! You can't do this to me! You can't!" He struggled to get off Dick's lap but was held firmly in place.
Dick said, "I can do whatever I see fit. Now calm down, or it's going to be worse." Donnie couldn't make any headway and soon realized the futility of fighting it. He laid his head back down to where it hung suspended near the floor. He waited for the spanking to start. After a few seconds, he shifted in Dick's lap to get more comfortable. He wondered when Dick would start.
Dick was taking the time to examine Donnie's bottom. He would become very familiar with this part of Donnie's anatomy over the next few months. He ran his fingers over the smooth, warm flesh, feeling the little peach-fuzz around the boy's crack. Donnie remained very quiet during this preliminary. Donnie didn't quite mind this attention to his posterior and greatly preferred it to what he feared would soon follow.
Dick grasped the right cheek in his hand and squeezed it, registering a low grunt from the boy. Dick said, "Don't move," and took his hand from the boy's back. With both hands now, Dick parted the boy's cheeks and examined the little cherry, no larger than a quarter. Donnie obediently stayed in place, hoping that Dick would suspend his punishment indefinitely. Dick placed a finger on the cherry, rubbing it softly. Donnie wanted to ask Dick what he was doing, but again he thought it better to keep quiet. Dick pushed a finger in the boy's cherry to find out how wide it was. Donnie was very surprised at this and even more surprised to find his little cock stirring on Dick's lap. The finger felt very ticklish "up there." Dick rotated his finger around several times, thrilling to the warmth of the boy's rectum. He began pushing it in further to the second joint and then to all the way to the knuckle. Donnie grunted at this and felt his cock growing hard. This didn't hurt and if it was Dick's idea of punishment, Donnie would go along with it.
Dick was satisfied to get his finger in all the way and decided to add a second finger. As he began pushing at the sphincter with his second finger, Donnie began feeling some pain. He shifted in Dick's lap uncomfortably. As the pushing increased, the pain became sharp, and Donnie finally cried out for Dick to quit it. Dick quit pushing and withdrew his first finger slowly so as not to hurt the boy. Donnie's cock throbbed from the feeling of Dick's finger sliding against his rectal walls. Then the finger was out, and Dick wiped it on Donnie's underwear.
Donnie said, "What were you doing back there?" Dick answered, "I wanted to see how many fingers I could put up your butt. When I can fit two fingers in your butt, then you will be ready to take my penis up there. From then on, whenever you get a spanking, you will also take my penis up your butt." Dick was quiet for a moment as he readied himself for the spanking by patting Donnie's bottom, aiming for the first swat. Donnie knew it was coming, and screamed, "Wait!" Dick said, "What?" Donnie said, "Why don't you do it now! Put your penis in my butt instead of the spanking!"
Dick chuckled. The boy was ingenious but naive. "No, that won't do. Your hole is not big enough to take my penis. And anyway, you must be spanked for being naughty." Dick raised his hand for the first swat. Donnie cried, "Nooooo!" as the first swat landed with a loud report. A fiery handprint blazed across Donnie's bottom even as Dick followed with a second swat. Donnie squirmed and yelled, red-faced and red-bottomed, as he suffered his very first spanking. Dick varied the intensity of his swats, slapping hard a few times and then applying medium strength for the majority. Dick's own sex hardened as he watched the boy's bottom grow redder and shake beneath the onslaught. As the boy wiggled on his lap, he felt the boy's hard cock jab his legs and he realized the boy was an ideal prospect for future fun and games.
He kept spanking steadily. Donnie began sobbing after a while, having suffered about 20 swats, and Dick could feel that his cock had softened. Dick applied a few more weak swats and then paused to survey the damage. Donnie's rear was pink all over now. Dick felt this would be enough for the first time. He was just about to let Donnie get up when he remembered the leather belt the butler had given him. Damn! He would be letting the butler down if he didn't use it. Donnie said weakly, between sobs, "Can I get up now?" Dick said, "No, I'm not finished yet. Since you didn't cooperate at the beginning, I'm going to give you a taste of this leather belt. If you ever give me a hassle again when you deserve a spanking, then I will use the belt."
Donnie began talking fast now. "No, please don't use the belt. I'm sorry I didn't do like you said at first. But you see how good I've behaved while you were spanking me. I promise I won't ever give you any hassle anymore." Dick considered the boy's plea. He was impressed; it sounded good coming from Donnie, who had formerly been such a spoiled brat. Dick figured the lesson had been learned. There was no need to drag things out any longer. Besides, he didn't really think it was right to use a belt on a boy when a hand was sufficient. If the boy did something terribly bad, a belt might be called for, along with a red-hot bottom, a real woodshed session like the kind that redneck daddies seem to relish.
"Alright, Donnie," Dick said, "I'll let you get by without the belt this time. But you better keep in mind that I can use it if I have to. You'd better behave yourself the rest of the day." He pulled Donnie up to his feet, facing him, and noticed that Donnie's cock was growing again. Donnie said, "Thank you. I promise I'll be good." Then Donnie noticed what Dick was looking at and he blushed as pink as his rear end. Dick waved it off, saying, "Don't worry, Donnie, lots of boys get hard when they get a spanking. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Now pull your pants back up and run outside to play." Donnie grinned a little but then felt the soreness in his bottom and grimaced. He carefully pulled his underwear up over his red flesh and followed it with his pants.
Dick left the room and rejoined Madame in the living room, where she was seated reading a magazine for stupid rich ladies. She looked up at him, curious to know how things went. "It worked out fine," Dick said. "Donnie and I have a good understanding between us now." Madame sighed and said, "Oh Dick! I can't tell you how glad I am that I finally have a man who knows how to handle my boy!"
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