Spanked for Curiosity Sake

Names definitely changed to protect everyone.

When I was 16, and almost 17 I needed some extra cash for gas and generally being a teenager. My mom had a coworker with a 12 year old son, and she and her husband needed a sitter. While it wasn’t the normal jam for a 16, almost 17 year old boy, they were going to pay well and it seemed like a fun gig.

The first time was a lot of fun, so I was happy to be their regular sitter. Jimmy was a good kid and we had fun playing with Lego, board games, and just hanging around. At some point I learned he had a few pairs of footed pajamas, and I admitted to the same, promising to bring mine next time.

At the end of the second time sitting, on the way home Jimmy’s dad brought up a good point, that it is easier for me to stay the night in the spare room, also in the finished basement near Jimmy’s, rahter that get home incredibly late.

So the third time I gathered my stuff including a couple diapers that my parents sent with me when I went somewhere overnight. I surely had sleep apnea that caused a hormone imbalance, but it was unknown at that time.

So Jimmy and I spent the evening in our footed pjs, playing and having fun. After he went to bed, I changed into my diaper and set my room up for the night. I then laid on the couch watching TV for a bit. The next thing I noticed was Jimmy’s dad gently shaking me awake.

“Shh…shh. Jesse, we wound up getting back earlier than planned, but it looks like you are all set to stay the night. Cute pjs,” He said as I felt my face go red with embarrassment.

I noticed it was only 9:30 pm and Jimmy had literally just gone to sleep at 9.

“Jimmy’s mom wasn’t feeling well, so we headed home early. We can talk, but why don’t we go to my office so we don’t have to worry about waking anyone,” he said.

I followed him into the garage, and then to his office on the far side of the garage.

It was a nice spacious office. He had his computer setup on the far wall with all of his law books neatly on the shelves. The door from the garage was opposite the door to the driveway to the side of his garage. There was a couch along the wall with some chairs along the side walls. There was also a chair facing his desk. But what caught my eye instantly was the small wooden paddle on his desk.

He noticed my gaze and chuckled. “Yes, Jimmy still gets spanked. Have you been spanked before?”

I was hesitant, but was honest and told him not in a very long time. I had always had a curiosity about being spanked though as many friends have gotten it.

“You can look at it,” he said handing it over. “It gets used regularly.”

I lifted it and was mesmerized. It wasn’t as heavy as I thought, but looked menacing. In total it was maybe ten inches long with a handle. The business end looked about five inches long by three inches wide.

“D-d-did that get used recently?” I asked.

“It did. He got a call home from school Thrursday for acting up in class.” Jimmy’s dad said. “But spanking was not why I invited you over here. I wanted to say how good a job you are doing, and that Jimmy adores you. And that I am glad we found you to babysit, but I can see you are interested in something else,” he said while chuckling.

I looked up and said thanks, gingerly setting down the paddle.

I couldn’t help but ask, “How do you spank him?”

“Well Jesse, that is between him and me,” he said.

I wanted to say more and ask more, but I wasn’t sure how. I wanted to know what it was like to be spanked. So many things were going through my head. I must have zoned out.

“Earth to Jesse. What’s going on? You drifted off into space there.” He asked.

“Um…well…uh…I guess I am just curious?” I stammered out.

Jimmy’s dad thought for a second looking me up and down.

“Are you interested in feeling what it is like? You said you hadn’t been spanked before, so it is ok to be curious.” He asked.

I nodded.

“Do you just want a few swats, or do you think you should expereince a real spanking?” he asked.

My mouth was agape, he was asking if I wanted to be spanked.

He continued, “If you were regularly spanked, I would offer for you to get a few swats to know what this paddle is like. But I think you are more curious about what it is like to be spanked, aren’t you?

I tentatively nodded.

“Well then, do you want a spanking?” he asked not really waiting for an answer. “I would say, if you feel you need a spanking, you need a spanking. There is nothing wrong with that.”

He let me think a moment. Before continuing. I knew I wanted to say yes, but was scared.

“I know it is scary if you have never been spanked. So tell you what, I am going to head back and get a glass of water. If you want a spanking, when I come back, you will still be in here, but standing facing the corner over there,” he said pointing to an empty corner by the door from the garage. “Otherwise you can head to bed, and we will pretend this discussion never happened. If you are in the corner when I get back, it will be a real spanking. I will be the parent and firm with you. It means begging, crying, and a very sore bottom. I think to be fair, you will also get corner time tomorrow morning in front of everyone like Jimmy would. You would serve it while we eat breakfast, though I will allow you to stay in your pjs for corner time,” he said matter of factly. “Think about it, and I will be back shortly.”

With that, he opened and left his office, closing the door to the garage behind him.

I wasn’t sure what to do. My hands and feet tingled and I was almost numb. I was excited and scared and curious and wanted to know what it was like. I thought about it and shook my head as I stood up, almost about to open the door. But I pulled my arm back and walked over to the corner.

After a couple minutes I heard the door ** turn and about jumped out of my skin, almost with a feeling of regret.

“Ok, a spanking it is,” he pronounced. “Go ahead and remove your pjs and fold them neatly.”

I could barely speak, but found the courage, “uhh..sir…I am in a diaper for nighttime issues…”

“That’s ok Jesse, Jimmy has had that issue before. Are you wet?” He asked.

I shook my head no.

“Do you have more diapers?” He asked.

I nodded yes.

“Ok. Take off your pjs and fold them neatly. Then take off your diaper and put it in the trash bin in the garage,” he ordered.

“Yes sir,” I said, and numbly did what I was told.

Once ** I took the unused diaper to the garage and threw it out. I walked back into his office, and he was sitting on the couch with the paddle.

“Ok Jesse,” he said directing me in front of him, “you are going to be spanked and punished. You aren’t 12, you are 16, almost 17 and here you are needing a spanking. Jimmy is 12 and gets a good spanking, but at your age, you will definitely be getting worse. I wouldn’t expect to be sitting comfortably for a few days after this. At this point, nothing you can do will stop this spanking. I will spank your bottom until I determine you have been well punished. Tonight I had better not hear a peep or any movement from your room until I get you for your corner time tomorrow morning. You will be in a diaper, if you need to use it, that is what it is there for. Understood?”

“Yes sir,” I said trembling.

“It’s ok Jesse, remember you asked for this, which is really brave. But like all boys, you need good regular discipline, and I am happy to provide.”

He guided me over his lap with my upper body supported by the couch. I felt his right hand resting the paddle on my right cheek. And then he drew it away.

whap

The first swat hurt more than I expected.

whap...whap...whap

"gasp"

Jimmy’s dad started peppering my ** with the paddle. Each smack stinging more than I thought possible.

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"Ouchie ouchie!"

"I am glad to see that this is getting your attention Jesse."

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"Owwwie oooh"

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He was spanking all over my ** in random spots.

"Oooh ooowwwiiie ooochie ooww"

WHAP WHAP

The spanks grew harder really stinging.

“Yeeoooowwwiiieeee”

WHAP...WHAP...WHAP...WHAP...WHAP
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"Waaahhhoooowwwwiee"

I started to break down and cry.

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My bottom was on fire as I cried apologetically.

"Buddy we have a good bit to go. Like I said, sitting will be difficult for a couple days. And remember you asked for this."

WHAP...WHAP...WHAP...WHAP...WHAP

"waaahaaaaoooowwwwieeessssooooowwwwyyy"

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"Now these next spanks are all going to be hard and on your sit spot to really drive the message."

I nodded as I cried.

WHAP...WHAP...WHAP...WHAP...WHAP
WHAP...WHAP...WHAP...WHAP...WHAP

I just cried as the burn was too much to handle.

The next morning serving corner time was just about as embarrassing in my pjs and a wet diaper.