"So, you're the sacrificial lamb," said Mrs. Pixley,
bending forward to mess my curly hair, showing my
boyish eyes large, round breasts down the low front of
her cocktail dress. "Ryan, how in the world did you
get yourself into this?"

"Must have seemed like a good idea at the time,"
laughed Mom, setting my bag on a kitchen chair.
"Remember Candi gave him birthday spanks after his
party last month? His idea! Said he wanted
'eight-plus-one-to-grow-on' from his favorite
baby-sitter. So over Candi's lap - out of the blue - he
wonders when Candi will be old enough to really spank
all by herself. Nowadays, if he's naughty while she's
babysitting, Candi holds him while I spank his
bare-bottom."

"Which is almost always!" exclaimed Candi. "And today
I'm finally 16!"

"Yes, I said Candi can spank him when she's 16,"
explained Mom. "Candi says she doesn't get to spank
any of the others she sits. So Ryan blurts out he
wants 'first-ies.' Foolish child! I haven't spanked
him for two weeks now. But I've kept a mischief list
for the birthday girl and her friends to attend to."

"Bet you're sorry now!" exclaimed Candi Pixley,
hugging me.

Her tank top let me see hers - full like her mom's.

"Well," said Mrs. Pixley to her daughter, Shannon,
Brianna, and Summer, "we're off to the party.
Remember, he's just a child. A little spanking goes a
long ways."

"On the other hand," Mom declared, "Ryan hasn't been
properly spanked in two whole weeks."

"Bet you wished you kept your mouth shut!" laughed
Mrs. Pixley, kissing my forehead and filling my nose
with her perfume. "Still, Candi will always remember
you as her very first, very special spanking."

"This is Candi Cane," explained Candi after the
parents left, showing us a paddle with diagonal
red-and-white stripes. "Daddy made it for my eighth
birthday. He still spanks with it. Like today - 17
birthday swats. Real zingers too!"

Then my baby-sitter proceeded to blister my bare buns
with her Candi Cane.

When imagining my first spanking from Candi, I never
dreamed Brianna, Shannon, and Summer would watch. I
didn't want to cry in front of them, but I had no
choice. 

When my parents returned, Mom asked how things went.
The teenagers took turns telling about my Candi Cane
paddling, the naked brush spanking I got from Brianna
before they bathed me, the wet-bottom slipper spanking
Shannon gave me coming out of the tub, and Summer's
bedtime hand spankingwith my PJ flap unsnapped and
down in back.

Back home, Mom asked how I liked my
better-late-than-never birthday present. 

"All I hoped for," I sighed. "Four instead of one."

"How strange going two whole weeks without a single
spanking," replied Mom. "But that was the bargain.
Good things in life mean more when we sacrifice."

"Yeah," I sighed. "Two weeks is forever."

"Well, that's all behind us now," she smiled, reaching
for her oval hairbrush.

I eagerly unsnapped my flap and put myself bare bottom
up over her lap.