Virginia sits for Sam (closed for jodyjames)
 

Samuel Martin, or Sam as he liked to be called hurried downstairs as the doorbell rang. The little six year old boy jumped from the third step from the bottom and landed with a slightly less than graceful thud. He bounced up immediately, his blue eyes shining with pride over his mischievous little accomplishment, as he looked curiously at the door, anxious to see his new sitter. "Ow!," Sam yelped as his mother swatted his bottom firmly for his antics right before opening the door. Sam was still giving his bottom a quick rub and shooting his mother a pouting look while she greeted the older girl at the door.

"Hello Virginia, thank you for agreeing to watch Sam on such short notice," Mrs. Martin greeted the teen warmly. Mary Martin had divorced Samuel's father years ago and often needed to leave Sam in the care of a sitter as a result. In the past she had often used her best friend growing up as a sitter but she had recently moved a couple of months ago with her husband because he had gotten a promotion that required him to relocate. As a result Mary had mostly been using her own mother to sit for Samuel but now she was very ill and would be in the hospital for awhile most likely. Mary had been forced to quickly find a new sitter for Sam and one of the only people she had been able to think of was the next door neighbor's daughter Virginia. Mary had known Virginia her whole life and while she didn't know her well, she knew was a well behaved young woman and trusted her enough to watch Sam. In fact Mary hoped the two would be a good fit because she was going to need a sitter quite often for the foreseeable future and she didn't have many ideas left.

"Help yourself to whatever you need in the house. I left some money on the kitchen counter for a pizza tonight if you'd like that, otherwise there is plenty of food in the house. You have my number and there are emergency numbers on the fridge just in case you need them. I should be back before Sam's bedtime tonight but if not its 9 O clock. Now I really need to get going but do you have any questions before I leave dear?," Mary asked politely. Once she answered Virginia's questions, Mary turned to her son and knelt down. Sam quickly gave his mommy a big hug and told her goodbye. He nodded as she instructed him to mind Virginia, and nodded again his blue eyes widening just a little when his mother added that he knew what would happen if she got a bad report from Virginia. With that Mary stood told Virginia goodbye and headed out to the car. The little blonde headed boy then ran to the window, pressed his little nose to the glass and watched as his Mommy drove away.

Ginny hadn’t done much sitting, but was trying to save some money so was grateful for the chance to do so. She made the quick walk from next door at the appointed time and rang the bell. She cold hear activity inside and quickly Mrs. Martin opened the door with her son, Sammy.

She’d known Sammy since he was born, but only as a neighbor, one who could be heard shouting with his friends or riding his bicycle up and down the sidewalk. She’d never sat for him before.

She’d seen the pout on his face, but assigned it to being left with her rather than to a swat which she’d neither seen nor heard. But then noticed he was giving his bottom a rub. Ginny smiled a little. She knew Sammy’s mother spanked him as she’d heard it on several occasion in the summer when windows were open. She spanked just as her mother did – or at least had. It had been more than a year, closer to two, since Ginny had been spanked. But she wasn’t at all sure that she was “too old” for it if she really messed up.

She said, “Hello, Mrs. Martin. I’m glad to be able to.” She looked at the lady while speaking, but quickly turned her gaze to the young blonde, blue-eyed boy. His eyes seemed to sparkle with joy and perhaps mischief.

She wasn’t too experienced at sitting so had not planned ahead with any questions a sitter might normally ask the first time she watched a youngster. “Nine o’clock. OK.” She said thinking that it sounded a bit late. She was sure she’d not stayed up until nine when she was Sammy’s age. But it wasn’t a school night so she shrugged it off.

She said good-bye as the lady headed off and watched as her son raced to the window and pressed his nose up against it. She hoped he’d not start crying. As he watched the car drive off, she thought about his mother’s last words to him – he knew what would happen if she got a bad report on him. The way he nodded, she was pretty sure his mother had meant a spanking. She wondered exactly what might merit a spanking in her eyes. She wondered if she’d spank her son in front of her.

But she pushed all that from her mind as the car disappeared around the corner. She always thought of the youngster as ‘Sammy’, but his mother had called him ‘Sam’ so she’d try to do that. “So, Sam, What are we going to do today?” she asked.

Sam turned from the window as he heard his new sitter address him. He looked at her for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. "I dunno," he answered casually with a shrug of his little shoulders. It didn't take long for the little boy's blue eyes to sparkle though. "Let's play all day!," he exclaimed with a mischievous smile. Sam knew Ginny lived next door, but he didn't really know her or what to think of her as a sitter yet. Sam grabbed his sitter's hand with both of his little hands and began to charge toward the stairs.

"Cmon Ginny! Lets go see my toys!," he urged as he did his best to try and pull his sitter along to his room. On the way to his room, the pair passed a closed door, which was Mommy's study, and a bathroom. Sam's and his mother's bedroom were on opposite ends of the upper floor, and Sam led the way anxiously to his room. "This is my room!," he exclaimed as they entered. There was already a few toys scattered across the floor from his morning's play, but Sam released his sitter's hand and charged toward the toy chest. He flung the toy chest opened and quickly found and grabbed one of this two nerf guns. "Your the bad guy Ginny!," Sam declared as he turned and took aim at his new sitter. Sam giggled as he quickly began to run around the room and fire shots at his sitter. After taking a couple of shots he ran and jumped up on his bed at full speed, before taking another shot at Ginny and jumping off at equally breakneck speed.

Ginny gave a little laugh as the boy transformed into a ball of energy tugging her upstairs. She put up a mock struggle but allowed him to win. She glanced through the hall trying to get a layout of the place as she was tugged into what was obviously a little boy's room.

"I see it's your room." she said looking around. "It's a very nice room." As she looked around the room she heard a crash as the lid of a toy chest banged into the wall. Before she could react, she was being surrounded by one little boy with a Nerf gun -- attacked on all sides.

As he jumped off the bed, Ginny managed to grab him. "Whoa! Hold on a moment." she said trying to hold Sammy still. "Does your mommy like you to run around like this inside? I think we should take this game outside."

She started to get the other gun, then paused. "What does your mommy say about shooting this inside or at people?" She didn't think the Nerf balls could really hurt anything, but she supposed if you got hit in the eye, it would at least sting a bit. Sammy might well have been told not to aim at people or even to play with them inside. Their presence in his room indicated the latter might not be true, but she thought she should check. In any case, she thought being outside would be a good bit safer.

Sam laughed and tugged more energetically as Ginny pretended to resist as he tried to hurry her up the stairs. "Uh huh!," he agreed enthusiastically once they were upstairs and she told him that he had a nice room. Of course that didn't slow him down one bit from preparing and executing his nerf ambush on is new sitter. "Heyyyy leggo!," Sam complained and squirmed as Ginny managed to grab hold of him after he jumped off of his bed. Sam hesitated for a moment though when Ginny suddenly asked him if his Mommy allowed him to run around inside like this. Of course she would not have approved of him running around inside and jumping up and down off his bed like he was. Sam decided to ignore that question though and instead replied with, " Awwww okkkk," when Ginny suggested they take the game outside instead.

"Its ok to shoots it inside the house," Sam answered his sitter's question quickly and nodded his head up and down as he did so. Once again Sam hesitated though when Ginny added if he was allowed to shoot the gun at people. "We were playing Ginny so it was oks," Sam added after a moment of thought and began to nod his head again. Mommy however did not enjoy being shot at while say she was cooking or cleaning the house, and as a result had made a rule that Sam could only shoot at people he was playing with. Of course this usually meant they had the other nerf gun, but Sam didn't necessarily think that HAD to be the case. Sam was not too surprised that Ginny was asking the kind of questions that Mommy would, after all she was a sitter, but he was hoping she would be more of a fun sitter since he was pretty sure she wasn't all the way an adult yet. "Lets go outsides now Ginny. I can be the cops and you can be the robbers ok?," he suggested as he began moving toward the door of his room watching for his sitter's reaction, or hopefully lack of one, as he began to move toward the doorway.

Ginny noted that Sam didn't answer if he was supposed to run around so much inside, but given his quick agreement to go outside, she thought he was probably supposed to cool it more inside. He had also hesitated in answering about shooting at people, but his answer did seem honest to her. She thought maybe he was concerned about whether "playing" meant with other kids who had agreed and not adults who had been ambushed into it.

She decided to go along though. She picked up the other gun and helped Sam retrieve the balls that had been shot. "How many do you have, Sam?" she asked. They determined there were twelve balls and she said, "Let's keep track so we don't lose any." They then headed out the front door.

Once they were out, Ginny had second thoughts. "You have to stay well away from the street, Sam. Maybe we should go out back to play." She 'covered' him with the gun and said, "OK Copper, I've got you covered. Into the back yard."

Sam grinned as Ginny picked up the other gun, and helped her gather up his nerf ammo so that he could reload his gun. "Okkkkk," he agreed when she suggested they keep track of the shots so they didn't lose any. Sam was a little surprised when Ginny led them out front since he normally had to play in the backyard, but he was allowed to play in the front when Mommy was with him. Sam squirreled up his nose when Ginny suggested they go to the back to play. There was more room not being constricted inside of a fence and Sam always played in the back so he was not so eager to agree.

Sam giggled though as Ginny suddenly spoke to him in a "bad guy voice" and ordered him to the backyard. "Ha! You don't scare me!," Sam challenged back. The little boy then quickly began to ran and fired a shot at Ginny with a laugh. Instead of running toward the backyard though he ran toward the tree that was close to the sidewalk in the front yard. Sam darted behind the tree for cover popped out the other side and fired another shot at Ginny. "We gots you surrounded! Put your gun down and your hands up!," Sam ordered playfully.

Ginny was surprised when Sam didn't do as she asked. It was such an obvious and reasonable request. She stood still for a moment and raised her gun to shoot back. Then she realized that the boy was essentially challenging her authority. It was a minor thing and she might have relented had he asked, but decided she needed to be firm against definace as a starting point. It would be easier to become more lenient than go the other way.

"Sam!" she said, then morphing into maternal mode corrected to "Samuel! I said we were going to play in the back yard. Now pick up the balls you shot and let's go back there."

She waited a moment. Sam was still behind the tree and she could imagine him thinking how far he could push her. She turned her back and started towards the back. "Well I'm going to the back yard. I doubt little boys are allowed to play in the front yard by themselves." She didn't look back at Sam. She was confident he'd follow her.

As she turned the corner, Jonny, a neighbor boy who was a couple of years older came riding his bike down the sidewalk in front of the Martin house. "Hi Sam." he said, "Hunting squirrels?" He pointed at a squirrel in the tree above Sam.

Sam actually froze for a moment behind the tree when Ginny suddenly called him by his full name. When Mommy did that it was never a good thing and either meant he was about to earn a spanking or that he already had. Sam really wanted to play in the front yard though now that he was out here, and just because Ginny had sounded like his Mommy didn't mean that Sam believed she would enforce her will with him like his Mommy would.

Sam was surprised though when Ginny announced she was going to the backyard and he peeked out and saw that she was doing just that. Sam frowned and decided that playing in the backyard with someone would still be much more fun than playing in the front yard by himself. Just as Sam was about to round up his ammo and follow, he turned as he heard a familiar voice call out to him. "Jonny!," Sam answered in greeting. The two weren't exactly best friends but they did play together sometimes and as an older boy Sam thought Jonny was pretty cool. "Nah I was playin' cops and robbers but that sounds more fun!," Sam answered as he looked up to where Jonny was pointing. "I bets I can hits him on the first shot!," Sam declared as he quickly pointed his gun up and took aim. Sam's shot came close but he missed the squirrel and continued to just miss with the next couple of shots as well. "See if you can gets him!," Sam urged Jonny as he held his nerf gun out to the older boy. At this point the squirrel began to hop around in the tree and Sam backed up onto the sidewalk, closer to the road, to keep the squirrel in his sights. "There Jonny there!," Sam called as he pointed out the new location of the squirrel, completely forgetting about Ginny in the excitement of the hunt.

Jonny took the gun and fired off a shot missing low and to the right. The Nerf balls really didn't have enough energy to be shot so high accurately, but that didn't dissuade either boy from the hunt. Jonny aimed higher and this shot bounced off the tree and into the street. He was just about to shoot again when he heard a voice call.

In the back yard, Ginny had waited about a minute expecting Sam to arrive. He did have to pick up the shot balls after all. She waited another minute and started to worry. So she headed back to the front. Perhaps Sam couldn't find one of them.

As she turned the corner of the house she saw him shooting up into the tree. She called out, "What are you doing?" The boy lowered the gun from his shoulder and she realized it wasn't Sam but Jonny, another neighborhood kid. Then she saw Sam behind him and closer to the street.

She hurried over and took his arm. Without really thinking about it she gave him a swat on the seat of his pants. "I told you were were playing in the back yard. And what are you doing this close to the street. You know better than that. I know someone whose mommy is going to get a naughty report, don't I?" Ginny hadn't even thought whether she would report this. He had disobeyed, but then maybe she shouldn't have left him alone either. She didn't want to lose this job on her first day.

Jonny, however, had heard enough. He wanted no part of naughty reports whether or not they involved him. He dropped the gun and jumped back on his bike pedaling towards home.

Ginny watched him ride off and then looked back at her charge. "Pick up the balls that got shot, and then were going to have a little talk." She actually meant little talk, and didn't think that many mothers, hers included, often said exactly that when most of the forthcoming communication was between their hand and the child's bottom.

Sam watched with excitement as Jonny took his shots up at the squirrel. "Awww almost!," Sam exclaimed after Jonny's second shot came a little closer. Sam was so enthralled in the hunt that he didn't acknowledge when Ginny returned to the front yard and questioned him. It barely even registered with him that she was approaching until she grabbed him by the arm. "HeyyyOww!," Sam yelped as he shot up to his tippy toes after Ginny suddenly swatted him right in front of Jonny. "Dont!," Sam half pleaded and half whined immediately as his free arm shot back to rub his bottom. With his jeans on the swat hadn't really hurt him nearly as badly as it surprised him, but it still stung and Sam knew that one swat was often followed by more.

Instead Sam listened as Ginny began to scold him for not coming to the backyard. "Nuh uh, you said you were!," Sam argured back with his sitter as she told him that she had said they would be playing in the backyard. He couldn't argue the rest of what she said though, and his blue eyes went wide with healthy fear when Ginny told him that she was going to give his Mommy a naughty report. "No Ginny pleaseee!," Sam cried out immediately, his free hand subconsciously going back to cover his bottom as he thought about the consequences that would tell. At this point Sam didn't even notice Jonny has he fled the scene. "I dont wanna talk!," Sam whined, knowing full well what those kind of conversations normally entailed after being swatted. But even still the little boy obediently nodded his head and began to scurry around to pick up the nerf balls that had been fired. Sam found six of the seven fired balls quickly, but paused as he tried to locate the last one. "Oh!," he exclaimed as he remembered the last shot had bounced off the street and into the street. He turned and spotted it and hurried to the street. Luckily he remembered to stop and look both ways, and saw that nothing was coming. He then darted into the street, grabbed that last ball and darted back, returning to his sitter with a fully loaded gun. The little boy began to shuffle from foot to foot back and forth nervously as he waited for what was going to happen next.

Ginny hadn't really looked for the balls as she wanted to think things through and thought that Sam should pick up for himself. She stood there not really watching the boy scurry around until she saw him step into the street. "Sam!" she shouted. She had seen him look, but doubted he was even supposed to go into the street alone after he'd looked. She tried to remember at what age that had been allowed her, but couldn't. She wondered if she'd really blown it. Would she ever be hired to sit again.

Wordlessly she took Sam's hand and led him inside. She sat on the couch in the living room with one hand under his chin so he had to look at her as he stood in front of her. "Yes I said I was going to the back yard, but I also said that's where we were going to play. And I said little boys didn't play in the front yard ... without supervision." she had almost said 'by themselves' which is what she recalled saying, but she didn't want Sam to argue he hadn't been alone. She was sure he was aware of the difference between being with her and with another kid. "And I'm very very sure, that you do not go into the street without an adult even if you look both ways. Do you?"

She saw a little shake of his head acknowledging what she'd said. She also saw his hand reach back and cover his bottom palm out. She knew exactly what that meant. He was warding off a swat or worse. She was pretty sure he expected worse so continued. "What happens to naughty little boys who do that? Hmmm? What's going to happen when I have to give your mommy a report about your naughty behavior?"

She wasn't sure she was actually going to do so because it could reflect badly on her not watching him closely enough. But to help her decide, she wanted to find out from Sam what he thought would happen -- how serious it was. She was pretty sure doing something dangerous like that would be considered fairly serious. As she knew Sam was spanked, she expected this would earn him a pretty good one. She would have been pretty sure of that even if Sam's hand gestures weren't screaming that right now. She wondered if those actually meant Sam thought she was going to spank him herself.

She hadn't considered that until this moment, and she certainly didn't have explicit permission to do so. On the other hand, it might solve her problem of telling if she did handle his punishment. She guess that Sam was forgiven once he was spanked so the subject need not come up later. It would also mean the impending spanking would not be hanging over Sam's head the rest of the time so he might be willing to go along.

Sam was still squirming and rocking from one foot to the other. He hadn't answered her question yet so she prompted a little more and added a suggestion, "Little boys who are naughty get their fannies spanked, don't they? They get their fannies spanked by their mommies or their sitters." There she'd said it. She'd just have to wait and see how Sam reacted. And having said it, she realized she was both nervous and excited. She'd only ever been on the receiving end of spankings. She wondered how Mrs. Martin gave them. Did she use a paddle or maybe a hairbrush as her mother did? Did she take his jeans down? Did she take his undies down as well?"

Sam did not resist as Ginny took him by the hand and he remained silent as well as he was escorted inside. Sam tried to look away as Ginny led him in front of her and took a seat on the couch but she quickly took hold of his chin like Mommy often did and made sure that she had his attention. Sam listened quietly as he was scolded. He even acknowledged that he was not allowed to cross or go into the street on his own, even though he thought he was big enough and should be able to now since he could usually remember to look both ways. Sam remained quiet as Ginny asked him what happened to naughty little boys that broke the going into the street rule but he couldn't resist when Ginny asked him what was going to happen if she told his Mommy.

"No Ginny don't tell her! I'll get paddled and it hurts lotsss!," Sam pleaded and began to hop and dance from foot to foot giving Ginny a little dance as she held his chin. This time both hands shot back to cover his bottom as he continued to squirm and rock as Ginny began to question him about what happened when he misbehaved. Sam nodded his head the best he could when Ginny asked him if naughty little boys got spanked and continued to nod when she asked if his Mommy or sitter would do it. Both sitters Sam had previously had spanked him on occasion even though it had been very rare for his grandmother to do so as she usually just told his Mommy who would then deal with him herself. It never occurred to Sam that Ginny wouldn't be allowed to spank him, he had just been thinking that maybe she wasn't as strict as Mommy and more like Grandma who let him get away with much more. "I'm sorries, can we go plays in the backyard now like you said?," Sam asked looking Ginny in the eyes and giving her his best big blue puppy dog eyes.

Ginny shook her head no. "I don't think so, Sam. You were a naughty boy and you're going to be punished." Sam had acknowledged this was a spanking offense, and he hadn't hadn't blurted out 'You're not my Mommy you can't' as she'd have expected so maybe he had been spanked by others. She did know his grandmother had been sitting quite a bit and possibly she had spanked if the occasion had arisen. Ginny just wasn't sure if he'd ever been spanked by a teen-age babysitter like her. Still he hadn't said she couldn't do it.

She had one more idea. "I'll have to tell your mommy, Sam, so you can get the spanking you need. So I guess until your mommy comes home to give you your spanking, maybe you'd better go stand in the corner. It will be a long time because we haven't even had dinner yet." She paused to let that sink in, then added, "Or I guess I could handle your spanking, if you do it that way. Do your sitters, like your grandmother, spank you?" She mentioned his grandmother specifically as she was sure if any sitters did, his grandmother was probably one who did so. If Sam said sitters did spank him, then his mother could hardly blame her if she did, now could she/

Ginny saw him give a nod and was quick to move on it. "Well then, instead of waiting in the corner for your mother, we can just handle things right now. Then after your spanking and everything..." she left it vague as she wasn't sure if his mother had any after spanking rules like corner time. "After everything and you're forgiven, we can play cops and robbers." She saw Sam thinking about this but continued, "No I want you to tell me just how your mother spanks so we can do it the same way -- the right way. We wouldn't want your mommy to have to spank you all over again because it wasn't right, would we? I want you to tell me everything, Samuel, so we can be sure. Can you be a big boy and do that?"

She let go of the child's chin and waited to hear. If this was going to work she'd best do it right she figured so it would seem normal to Sam and he wouldn't have anything in particular to tell his mother.

Sam frowned when Ginny told him he had been a naughty boy and would be punished. He had expected nothing less, but he had still been hoping that Ginny would let him off, and maybe just maybe, if he was really good the rest of the day she wouldn't tell his Mommy what had happened either. Sam had never been spanked by anyone nearly as young as Ginny before but his other sitters had spanked him on occasion and it never occurred to Sam that Ginny might not be allowed to. So Sam nodded his head when Ginny asked him if his grandma had ever spanked him. Sam's blue eyes really widened and he shook his head urgently back and forth when Ginny warned him to tell her exactly how he was normally spanked so that his Mommy wouldn't have to spank him again for not doing it right.

"But if you spanks me now, you won't tell Mommy right?," Sam asked right away now that he was worried about receiving two spankings instead of just one. "Yes...Miss Ginny," Sam answered slowly, not sure of what to call his new sitter now that he was in trouble with her, as he nodded his head when she asked him to be a big boy for her and tell her exactly how Mommy spanked him. "Umm first Mommy says what was naughty and I has to come over, and no putting your hands in the way. Then Mommy has to take my pants down and umm....sometimes...maybe mostly....Mommy takes down my undies too. Then Mommy picks me up and has to spanks me and maybe sometimes she has to use the paddle too or Mommy's hairbrush but not mostly oks?," Sam asked quickly even though he thought this might be one of those times where the paddle might be used. "Then ummm I has to go to the corner and think until Mommy says, but not too long oks?" Sam asked again. Sam thought he had done a pretty good job of explaining things, after all he didn't want to be spanked twice, and nodded his head in agreement with himself as he finished his explanation.

"Well I won't lie to your mommy, and I'm sure you won't either if she asks, right. We both know what happens to a little boy who lies to his mommy ... or to his sitter. He gets a very hard spanking, doesn't he?" Sammy nodded back at her looking a little scared. She gave his bottom a gentle pat and told him, "But if you're a good boy the rest of today, I won't tell her unless she asks. And if I do tell her, I'll also tell her that you told me exactly how she spanks so she'll know you were already spanked just the right way, OK?" Sammy gave a little nod relieved a bit. Just to hedge a bit, though sh added, "But remember it's Mommy's decision about another spanking when she gets home." Ginny knew that some parents automatically spanked a second time for any spanking from a teacher or a sitter. She doubted this would be true in Sam's case now as she hadn't been given specific authorization to spank, but she didn't want to promise Sammy something she couldn't deliver on.

She listened to Sammy describe a spanking. It seemed pretty typical, though she noted that he also got corner time afterwards. When he finished describing his mother's method, Ginny thought for a moment. He had said that his mother mostly bared him and sometimes used a paddle or her brush. She was pretty sure that going into the street would earn him a harder punishment so bare bottom it would be. She was less sure about the paddle or brush. She thought it likely his mother would use one or the other perhaps only for part of the spanking if his mother spanked that way. In any case she was definitely going to take his undies down. This might be her only time sitting for Sam if she got in trouble for the spanking, so she might as well go all in so it was worth it.

She looked at Sam a bit, sternly, "Now keep your hands out of the way, Samuel." she cautioned. She then loosened his jeans and tugged them down. Once they were around his ankles, she had him step out of them. She put them on the couch next to her. "I'm sure doing something as dangerous as going into the street not to mention being naughty and not coming into the back yard with me merits a bare bottom spanking, Samuel." She saw in his eyes he wasn't disputing that so pushed his shirt up above his waist and took hold of the waist band of his undies. More slowly she pulled them down to his knees.

She leaned back for a moment and looked at her charge. It was obvious he was nervous. On the other hand it was exciting to her to be about to administer her first spanking. She leaned forward again and giving his now bare bottom a little pat, said, "In fact I think this naughty fanny might need its paddle for at least part of the spanking. She tugged the undies all the way down and had Sam step out of those as well. "I want you to get the paddle fro me Sam. We'll see just how much you cooperate and how many paddle spanks you need to finish your spanking at the end." She turned him around and gave him a pop to his bottom, "Get your fanny paddle and don't dawdle."

She watched Sam head off with a slightly pink hand print on his bare bottom. She thought he looked quite cute. She was sure he'd be even cuter when his whole bottom was much redder.

Sam nodded, as his blue eyes were wide as saucers and he began to rock more frantically as Ginny questioned him about how hard of a spanking he would get for lying. Instinctively he began to calm noticeably as Ginny reassured that she would help him out with his Mommy and settled remarkably as she gave him a gentle pat on his bottom that felt so supportive and protective to the anxious little boy. Sam immediately slid his little hands on top of Ginny's thighs and rested them there as she cautioned him about interfering as she began to undress him for his spanking. Sam obediently stepped out of his jeans as Ginny guided him through the preparation for a spanking just like his Mommy did. The little boy squirmed everytime Ginny used his full name but there was no trace of argument as she announced that his spanking would be bare bottom. Almost all of Sam's spankings were bare bottom, even if he had tried to be a little less than forthcoming about that. Little Sammy began to squirm and rock a little more though as Ginny lifted his dark blue shirt and took hold of the blue waistband of his little white undies. The little boy clutched Ginny's thighs ever so slighty as she took her time slowly pulling his little briefs down, letting the little boy know that she was in complete control of his discipline and that it would be beginning shortly now.

Sammy looked up nervously at his sitter as he was for all intents bared before her and rocked as she watched him before leaning forward and patting his bare bottom. The little boy jumped just a little fearing a swat, but his eyes really went wide as Ginny suggested that his spanking would at least need to be finished with his dreaded fanny paddle. "No paddle Ginny no paddle!," Sam whined and protested as his new sitter finished lowering his undies and had him step out of them. His protests were quickly stopped though as he was turned around and given a sharp pop on his bottom and a command to retrieve his paddle without delay. The little boy hopped up and reached back and rubbed his little bottom with both hands as he instinctively hurried to obey Ginny now as she naturally slid into the role of a disciplinarian. Sam hurried up the stairs and went straight to the desk in his room. Reluctantly he opened the top drawer and took his fanny paddle out with a shiver. Sam hurried back to the stairs, but quickly slowed and took his time going down them being sure to ta hke every step and not to occur any extra punishment for skipping steps or jumping down them. He then slowly but surely approached approached his sitter, the fear evident on his face, as he held his fanny paddle out for her. Across the back of the paddle "Sammy" was written across it leaving no doubt the intended purpose of the paddle. "Pwease no paddle Miss Ginny!," Sam pleaded one last time.

Ginny watched as Sammy went off to get his paddle. She'd guessed it would be in the kitchen, but he headed for the stairs. She was glad she'd taken his undies all the way off. She wouldn't have wanted him negotiating the stairs with his undies at half mast or worse around his ankles. She watched as the little bare bottom with one hand print disappeared, but soon enough he returned bearing his paddle.

Ginny took it from him with a thank you. She noted it said "SAMMY" on the back. She wondered where they had gotten it or if perhaps his father had made it. But Sammy was a common enough name and you could probably buy these things pre-personalized.

Sammy begged for the paddle not to be used. Ginny noted he didn't even ask for no spanking; he'd obviously accepted that completely. "We'll see, Sammy." she told him realizing she was giving the answer she'd always hated and had even vowed never to give her own kids. Well Sammy wasn't hers, so she hadn't broken her vow, but she marveled at how easily that answer had come to her lips. She thought she should amplify. "We'll see if I can spank away all the naughtiness with just my hand, Sammy. But going into the street is quite naughty and I think at least some paddle spanks might be needed. You want all the naughtiness gone, don't you? We wouldn't want to need another spanking to get the rest."

As a child being spanked, Ginny had believed there was a physical presence of naughtiness located mostly in her bottom and that spankings drove it out of your body. This impression was probably caused by her mother referring to 'her naughty bottom' rather than saying Ginny herself had been naughty. She had no idea if Sammy or any other kid for that matter harbored similar feelings, but this was a good way to talk to him about it.

She picked him up and put him in her lap. He fit easily. Neither his feet nor his hands could reach the floor and she was sure she could hold him securely in place. "Remember no reaching back, Sammy, you said that was your Mommy's rule. Does she hold your hand out of the way or do you just keep them away?"

She looked at the little bare-bottom boy in her lap. She had a very maternal grown-up feeling about it. But at the same time she felt quite excited that she was about to administer her first spanking. She rested her hand on Sammy's bottom. She smiled thinking about the TV ads that said "smooth as a baby's bottom" and understood just what they meant now.

Sam's paddle had been bought and personalized for him by his Mommy, and the little boy knew full well how long and deeply it could make his little bottom burn when it was applied. So while Ginny thanked him for bringing it to her, all Sam could do was plead for her not to use it. He wrinkled his face immediately when Ginny replied that they would see, as every little boy knew that really meant "no". Sam was practically dancing from foot to foot as he rocked in front of his new sitter while she explained that she would see if she could spank all of his naughtiness away with just her hand but that they needed to get all the naughtiness out so he wouldn't have to be spanked again. Sam had never heard that before but even the paddle was better than getting a second spanking from his Mommy who might well use the paddle herself so he understood what Ginny was saying and it did help him to visualize the concept somewhat. Sam slowly nodded as he continued to dance nervously in front of Ginny when she asked him if he wanted all of his naughtiness gone.

Sam's dancing quickly turned into squirming and wiggling as he was finally placed over Ginny's lap. It felt almost the same as being in Mommy's lap but Sam hated the feeling of dangling over his sitter's lap with no ability to get down on his own. Sammy looked back over his shoulder and nodded slightly as Ginny reminded him not to reach back. "I'm posed to, but its too hards sometimes," Sammy answered honestly. The little boy's blonde head jerked back around to look at the floor as he felt his sitter's hand come to rest on his little bottom. Ginny's hand felt soft and warm at the moment, but Sammy knew it was only a matter of time before it began to sting and burn his little bottom. The little boy settled a little over Ginny's lap but he continued to wiggle and squirm his little bottom in the air over his sitter's knee.

Ginny told him, "I know it's a little hard, but I'm sure it's not too hard or it wouldn't be your Mommy's rule. So keep your hands out of the way just like you're supposed to then, please. Otherwise Miss Ginny will just have to give you some extra spanks, won't she. Some good hard ones to help you remember your mommy's rule." She'd liked him referring to her as Miss Ginny in this context. It seemed to emphasize that he had been a naughty boy and it was right and proper that he was now bare bottom in her lap awaiting his spanking.

She tugged him up a bit closer to her so that his left arm was blocked. She then only needed to worry about his right hand. She could pin that to his back as necessary if he reached back. She might do that anyway if she used the paddle; she wouldn't want to risk hitting his hand with that.

Sam squirmed and wiggled for just a moment more as she adjusted his position. She thought how cute and how vulnerable he looked lying there, his bottom wiggling just a little in anticipation of the forthcoming spanks. But she'd been in that position and knew how you dreaded the first spank so she took mercy on him and started.

The first spank to his right side was tentative, delivered not even as hard as the swat she'd given him before fetching his paddle. The second spank to his left side was a bit harder, but she realized from his reaction, she was not spanking hard enough. The third and fourth spanks were harder and those did leave noticeable pink hand prints.

Sam found himself nodding along as Ginny instructed him to keep his hands away from his bottom during his spanking. He knew he had been right to call her Miss Ginny now that he was in trouble, and found himself naturally inclined to obey her as she began to instruct him with authority just like his Mommy would have. He shook his head though when she mentioned extra spanks and that they would be extra hard if he did try to cover up during his spanking. "Yes Miss Ginny," he answered in a subdued tone, as he continued to shake his head, not in defiance, but because he definitely didn't want that to happen.

Sam felt himself being tugged up higher on his sitter's lap and could feel his left arm pressing against her tummy now, completely trapped. His little bottom was now perched even higher over Ginny's knee and wiggled a little more nervously as the little boy felt even more helpless with his motion restricted even further. Sam waited and wiggled in dread, knowing the first spank could land now at any moment, making his bottom sting and burn. "Oh!," Sam yelped and even bucked just a little as the first spank landed across his right cheek. The surprise and dread caused Sam to react but the little boy quickly realized that the smack had done little more than make his bottom tingle uncomfortably. Sam was so shocked by this he almost turned around to look and see if something was wrong. Sam didn't even react as the second swat landed on his left cheek in much the same way. It didn't register to Sam to act like the swats hurt, as such acting with his Mommy would never have worked, and probably would have gotten him swatted even harder. However, Ginny seemed to realize the lack of impact her swats were having and quick corrected her mistake by landing a firm third swat. "Ow," Sam yelped quietly but earnestly as his hope of a light spanking began to disappear just as quickly as it appeared. "Owie," he yelped again as the fourth swat landed firmly as well and his left foot kicked just a little in response.

Ginny knew from Sam's reactions that her first spanks were definitely as hard as he was used to, and she realized that indeed she had been holding back. The next spanks brought a reaction more like she expected. His "Ow" then "Owie" said 'you're on the right track now keep it up', and that's exactly what Ginny did.

She was no longer thinking about whether or not she had permission to spank, she was thinking about how dangerous and disobedient Sammy had been. She was determined that he was not going to be like that again, and that a red, sore fanny was just the way to give him a message.

She spanked slowly as he continued to wiggle and squirm in her lap. She let him feel each spank before the next landed. After about a dozen spanks across his bottom she turned her attention to his sit spots. Without even really thinking about it, she raised her leg a bit and tugged him forward with her left hand to raise his bottom and bend him at the waist more so that his sit spots were easier to reach.

The spanking continued and soon his sit spots were the same reddish color his bottom had turned. She was beginning to think about ending the spanking, and wondered if she should use the paddle. She decided she should give him some spanks with the paddle just to let him know she wouldn't avoid using it.