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Buster
DIR By: S. Criminal
Date: May 12, 2025, 9:38 pm
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After a moment he said he needed to come wash his hands before
he pulled up his pants. I turned and locked the door. Go ahead
and come out to the sink so you can wash your hands. Don’t worry
about anyone looking at you. I locked the door.
Well, don’t worry about anyone ELSE looking at you, anyway!
He got the door opened. He came out with his pants and underwear
around his ankles. He blushed and smiled at me and he scuffled
his way over to the sinks. Oh, he looked so adorable there,
seeing those bare, white legs shuffling over there, his nice
little boy genitals all exposed like that. His little penis
seemed rather hard at the moment for his age. He smiled at me
with a big, blushing smile as he got to the sink. He leaned over
and got soap on his hands.
I just couldn’t help myself. I saw his gorgeous pink bottom and
I had to get over closer to take a good look. As he got the soap
all over his hands, I sauntered over to his side, the paper
towel dispenser along the wall now behind me. Wow, your dad sure
did a number on you.
He chuckled. Yeah, not the first time.
Yeah, I’ll bet.
He leaned over a bit and turned the faucet on. And with him bent
over like that, I just could not resist. I reached down and felt
his bottom. I rubbed my hands all over and this seemed to add to
his excitement as he arched his back a little, as though
inviting the intrusion. Wow, it’s all warm back there.
Yeah. He chuckled a bit as I kept exploring.
I’ll bet this isn’t the first time your daddy has spanked you at
a restaurant.
He blushed, just kept pumping more soap onto his
now-sparkling-clean hands. Apparently, he was taking extra time
here, must have been enjoying the after-spank rubdown. You know,
I ought to spank you myself for getting on my nerves and
shouting in my restaurant like that. The little devil arched his
back even more!
Go ahead.
I could not believe this! I smacked his bottom nice and hard
with my hand. I just rained down.
His cheeks bobbed with each hit, and his giggles filled the
bathroom. His little penis bobbed too, standing tall and proud
between his legs. The sound of each smack echoed off the tiles,
punctuating his giggles with a delightful rhythm. It was like a
symphony of pleasure and pain, and I was the maestro.
He laughed out loud. I stopped.
Fine, I’ll use the other hand!
He had stopped washing his hands, so I went over to his right
side, I grabbed his shirt, bunched it up and pressed his little
body over the sink even more! Now he was at a ninety-degree
angle, his butt perfect! I slammed my left hand, keeping his
shirt bunched up, I gave it to him in good, solid uppercuts.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
He moved his little pink bottom all around.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
No matter how hard I went, he just could not stop giggling.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
His giggles grew louder with each smack, filling the small
bathroom with a mix of delight and surprise. His bare skin was
now a warm shade of pink, with a hint of red blossoming across
the curves of his cheeks. His little hands were braced on the
edge of the sink, knuckles white with the effort to stay still.
I couldn't help but admire the view - his round, firm bottom
wiggling with each smack, and the way his legs quivered
slightly.
"How old are you, by the way?" I asked between spanks.
"Ten," he replied, his giggles turning into a delightful squeal
as I peppered his bottom with a bit more force.
"You like getting your butt spanked, don’t you?" I teased.
He looked up at me with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.
"Sometimes," he admitted with a grin, his cheeks reddening
further from the spanking and his own embarrassment.
I take him into the large handicap stall, sit on the toilet, and
bend him over my knee.
I knew the handicap stall would offer the most privacy, and as I
sat on the cool toilet seat, I felt a strange mix of excitement
and authority. The little boy leaned over my knee, his bare
bottom sticking up in the air, invitingly. The giggles had
turned into little yelps with each spank, and his cheeks were
now a deeper shade of red, the skin hot to the touch. I could
feel his body tense and relax with each smack, as though he was
riding a wave of sensations he couldn’t quite understand.
I began to spank him in earnest, my hand coming down in a steady
rhythm. His yelps grew more frequent and more urgent, his body
squirming against me as he tried to escape the stinging pain.
But he didn’t ask me to stop, and the hardness of his little
penis told me he was enjoying this unusual form of punishment.
The sound of my hand connecting with his flesh reverberated off
the tiles, creating a rhythmic pattern that seemed to echo in
the otherwise quiet bathroom.
I noticed the spanking was causing his penis to throb, and I
couldn’t help but wonder if this was a new experience for him.
Perhaps the excitement of being in a public place, the thrill of
the risk, or simply the attention he was receiving from a
grown-up was turning him on. I decided to up the ante a bit,
letting my hand drift closer to his groin with each smack. The
first time my palm brushed against his sensitive skin, he let
out a yelp that was more than just pain - it was tinged with
pleasure.
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