Pete Gets Paddled By His Dad and Stepdad!


byTed<Buck_Cub@wow.com>

I got busted for using my stepdad Lyle's credit card to try and buy a new guitar without his permission. The store was real _f_u_c_k_ing hardassed about it, they called the cops and everything. Lyle had to come down to the station in town to get me. He was super pissed off, yelling at me on the way home, which was pretty strange cause he never got like that. When my mom divorced my dad, she remarried a guy the WHOLE opposite of him. Dad was a kind of rough Italian guy, he was a general contractor in the next town, a big built guy, the kind who swears a lot and gets into fights in bars. Lyle was British with a snotty accent, about 20 years older than my mom, and he was a hot _s_h_i_t_ at the (XXX) Art Museum. He hardly ever even shouted. But he was yelling his head off at me, even worse when he found out I wanted the new guitar cause I busted the old one at a battle-of=the-bands, smashed it up on stage to do the grunge thing. My mom was away visiting my Aunt Laura, and I thought I could probably get away with it at least till the bill came.

We got back to the house and he was still yelling at me, man his face was all red and he was totally pissed off! "Precisely what did you think you were doing, Peter?" He kept yelling. I was getting pissed off myself, hey I didn't even buy the god_d_a_m_n_ guitar so what's the big deal? I got more and more pissed, finally said "Why don't you just shut the _f_u_c_k_ up, you're not even my father." Well he really lost it then! "FINE, young man! Then suppose we just ring your father up and see what he has to say!" And he went in the hall to call my dad. Like I was supposed to be real scared or something. No way, my dad was totally cool. When I was a little kid he could get pissed if I disrespected him, but the rest of the time he was my total bud. My stepdad came back and said "Your father is coming over to discuss this issue, Peter. You will go up to your room until you're told to come down." Ooooo! Big punishment! Ha! I always stayed in my room anyway.

So I heard my dad pull up in about half an hour and come in the house, I heard the door to Lyl's office close when they went in there to talk. I thought I heard some yelling. Ha! My dad was probably telling that Brit pussy with his fancy talk to lay off his kid. But when I heard Dad coming up the stairs, he and Lyle were laughing. When he opened my door he wasn't laughing, he had a real serious expression on.

He told me to come downstairs. I went down and we all went into the dining room, Dad told me to sit down and started lecturing me while Lyle just stood there with his arms crossed. "Pete, you DON'T mouth off to your stepfather, understand?! Yeah, I'm your father, but Lyle's your mom's husband and you gotta respect him just like you respect me!" Dad was getting pissed now too, starting to raise his voice. "Lyle told me what you did this afternoon, and how the guitar got broken, and a few other things that've been goin' on around here with you, and I DON'T think it's funny!" He yelled at me some more, then he told me to follow him and my stepdad into Lyle's office.

"Siddown!" My dad was SUPER pissed, he never yelled at me that loud. He said "Tell him" to my stepdad and went over and stood with his back to the door. "Well, young man, your father and I have had quite a little talk about you. I'm quite angry about your continued misbehavior, and whether I'm your father or not, I'm entitled to respect, if for no other reason than I am paying the bills here, including half of the rather expensive tuition for college this fall. However, you hardly seem ready for college. You're acting like a child, breaking valuable instruments as if they were toys, then trying to steal to get another. Your father and I have decided that if you're going to act like a small boy, you should be punished appropriately." I had NO _f_u_c_k_ing idea what he was talking about, and I guess he figured that out. "You are going to learn a lesson here this afternoon, Peter, a lesson that will be well taught by myself and your father, a lesson that will be FIRMLY taught on your bare bum with these!" and he held up a pair of wood-backed cleaning brushes my dad used in his business.

I laughed, they had to be kidding. I was almost 19, I was a man not a boy. I was six feet tall and about 180, WAY too big for a spanking! I looked over at my dad but he wasn't laughing, it wasn't a joke. I jumped up out of the chair, but my dad was blocking the door. "Don't try it, kiddo. You think you can take your old man AND your stepdad?" And he shoved me back hard into the chair. "Stand up and take off your clothes" my stepdad said. I didn't do anything, I couldn't believe this _s_h_i_t_. "You heard Lyle, Pete! Do what you're told to! NOW!" My dad yelled really loud. I was so pissed and trapped-feeling that I didn't know what to do. "I MEAN IT PETE! IF I HAFTA TAKE EM OFF FOR YOU, YOU'RE GONNA WISH I DIDN'T!" My dad yelled right in my face.

When my dad yelled like that he meant _f_u_c_k_ing business. I was pissed and embarassed and a little bit scared of how much this would hurt, I guess I had tears in my eyes. I stood up and pulled off my t-shirt, then I sat down again and took off my Reeboks. I stood up again and unzipped my jeans and pushed them down and took them off and stood there in my jockeys. "Shorts too I'm afraid my boy," my stepdad said with a hurry-up wave. I looked at my dad, some of the tears were starting to spill out. "Do what you're told Pete. And don't be a pussy, I didn't raise no pussy. You know you got it comin' to you so take it like a man." my dad said. I pushed my underwear down and took it off and stood there bare naked in only my socks. I always wondered if Lyle liked boys too, but he didn't even look at my equipment, he was looking me right in the eyes. "Come over here and bend over the bench" my step dad said.

There was a padded bench like a piano bench next to the desk. I went over, turned it and bent over it. "No Peter, not like that" my stepdad said. I stood up again and he turned the bench back longways. "Stand so the your legs are on each side of the bench, that's right, now bend over." _s_h_i_t_, it hurt, my legs were spread with a two-foot bench right between my thighs. "Alright, as we discussed?" Lyle said to my dad. I heard my dad walk over, then he stepped over my arms hanging down in front of the bench, so his legs were behind my arms and he sat on my back, not with his full weight but enough to hold me down. I was trying not to cry to be a man like my dad said, but I was really afraid. I knew what those cleaning brushes were like from when I used to help him. They were about 16 inches long and maybe 5 inches wide of wood, probably half an inch thick. One side was all soft bristles for brushing sawdust and plaster away. The other side was just plain wood. I KNEW they would hurt. And boy was I right.

SMACK! My stepdad laid one hard across my bare ass, it stung like a bitch! "I'm sorry!" I yelled. "Oho!" Lyle laughed, actually really laughed. "We haven't even begun, young man! You WILL be sorry, VERY sorry in a few minutes!" SMACK! SMACK! He whaled my ass with the back of that thick brush. It stung like wild! He paddled me HARD but slow, SMACK!.............SMACK!...........SMACK! Every time he hit me across the ass, it felt like a firecracker exploded on the skin. I couldn't keep my mouth shut even on the first one. "OW!" "OWW!" "AAH!" "OWOWTCH!" I was twisting around trying to get out of the way of the spanks, but I was pinned down tight, I couldn't even cover my ass with my hand cause my dad had my arms blocked with his legs. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "OWWW! OWWPLEASE!!!" I was really crying by then, every sting from the brush got worse and worse cause every whack was on sore skin! My stepdad just kept laying that brush hard across my bare ass, he moved up and down so he hit it all, oh man it hurt so bad, hot electric shocks on my ass! After about I guess 30 hard whacks, he stopped and said "Go ahead." My dad said, "Here it comes, Pete!" and WHACK! _s_h_i_t_! I about jumped out of my skin! "YEOW!" I really yelled on that one! My dad was still sitting on my back, facing my legs, and he hit me with his brush longways on my naked ass, first one side and then the other side, but he hit even harder than my stepdad! WHACK! Left side. "YEEOOW!" WHAACK! Right side. "YEOW!" Over and over I was crying and begging him to stop, man, I didn't know how much it would hurt! My ass was fire hot and he didn't stop. WHACK! "OWWWOOOODADPLEASE!!!!!" WHACK! "OW-OW-GOD OWWWW!" I was crying my eyes out, my bare ass hurt so bad. Then my dad quit after he gave me about thirty too.

Then Lyle said, "Since this is all about music, Peter, we've discussed a finish for this little lesson you'll no doubt appreciate. We call it stereo." And he and my dad both laughed. I was crying, not only did my ass hurt so bad I thought I'd never be able to sit down again, but here was my dad AND stepdad both laughing at me while I just laid there pinned down and naked. And then I found out what he meant by stereo.

First my stepdad laid one hard across my bare ass with the back of his brush, SMACK!, then my dad gave me a real hard spank with HIS brush on one side of my ass WHACK! then Lyle again SMACK! across my ass sideways then Dad again, WHACK! the other side! "OWW OOH A HUH HUH HUH!! OWW ! YEEEOW!! A HUHH HUH HUH!" I was crying, screaming, I don't know what, they paddled my bare ass HARD with those brushes, and they went fast, never missed a beat, SMACK!WHACK!SMACK!WHACK!SMACK!WHACK! I kicked and yelled my head off the whole time, oh my god it hurt, my ass was right on a BBQ grill turned up HIGH, that's how much it hurt! Finally they quit and my dad got off me, I just laid there crying.

"We won't need to repeat this lesson, will we, young man?" my stepdad said. "N-no," I sobbed. SMACK! A hard spank right on the sorest part of my ass, I jumped and yelled! "No WHAT?" my dad said. "N-n-no, s-sir!" I cried. I SURE didn't want any more! "Remember it," Lyle said, and they both left. In a while I stopped crying and put on my clothes, I had to pull my underwear and pants up REAL slowly because my ass was so sore I jerked every time the cloth rubbed it.

When I laid in bed naked trying to go to sleep, my sore ass still burned so hot that night that I couldn't fall asleep. _s_h_i_t_, I HAD to do something to take my mind off that hot burning. I started thinking about Terri, that blonde babe with the huge tits who sat next to me in math class. Yeh...I imagined having her here --- taking off her top, no bra underneath -- putting my mouth on those big pink nipples -- oh, yeah, I had a woody now as hard as a rock against my stomach! But what was I gonna do about it? I couldn't lay on my back to jerk off, my ass was WAY too sore for that! I pushed myself up on my hands and knees, staring at the big poster of Cindy Crawford taped to the inside of my bedroom door, and wrapped a fist around my hardon. Oh man was I hot, my _d_i_c_k_ was so hard it hurt. I looked at Cindy's big tits pushing out the top of her bathing suit and started strokin' my woody -- yeah, imagine havin' my face buried between those hot tits -- oh yeah, my nuts were gettin' tight, I jerked my _d_i_c_k_ faster, harder -- thought about those shiny pouty red lips wrapped around my _d_i_c_k_ and suckin' it right down to my nuts -- ohhh YEAH that was it!, I reared back on my haunches and let it fly, _s_h_i_t_ it felt so good, ah, ah, ahhhhhhh.......

BANG! My bedroom door slammed wide open, and my stepdad stood there in the doorway, staring at me while I shot my load all over my thighs and the bedspread! I grabbed a fistful of the spread and pulled it up to cover myself. Lyle yelled, "WHAT are you doing, young man?!" Jesus, I didn't know what to say, I was so _f_u_c_k_ing embarrassed. But the question was so stupid I couldn't help laughing, you couldn't mistake what I was doin' for anything else! Lyle didn't think it was funny, his face got red and he stamped into the room. "You find this amusing, Peter?" He was all pissed off. I just said "Well not really, but I think it's pretty _f_u_c_k_ing obvious what I was doing!" My stepdad's face got even redder when I said that. "I'm well aware that you were masturbating, young man! All yle was still there. Only now my stepdad had the metal architect's ruler from his study in his hand. Oh _s_h_i_t_!

"Peter, apparently you've already forgotten your lesson from this afternoon. I propose to give you another one, and I can PROMISE you will not forget this time!" Lyle yelled at me. Oh _s_h_i_t_ no, I thought, not that ruler! And for SURE not on my still super-sore ass! "No, no, Lyle, I can't take it. And I'm real sorry, I won't do that again," I said. "Apparently you didn't hear me correctly, young man. You ARE going to be chastised, there's no question of your negotiating the issue. Or perhaps you'd like me to call your father again? I'm sure he'd be very happy about being dragged out of bed at eleven o'clock at night to have to come over here again." My stepdad wasn't kidding, I knew he'd do it, he would call my dad. That scared the _s_h_i_t_ out of me -- oh man, the beating I'd get if my dad had to come out here!

"I'm sorry Lyle, you don't need to call Dad. I'll do what you say." I said. "You STILL don't seem to understand, Peter. There was NEVER any question that you would do as I say! The only question was whether your father would be needed to add his own input to the situation. Come over here and bend over my knee!" Lyle sat down on the edge of the bed, and I walked over. I couldn't help my eyes startin' to tear up, this was gonna hurt SO bad on my sore ass -- and the humiliation of bein' made to lie over my stepdad's knee to get it -- naked, I bent over his knee.

Lyle laid the ruler on my ass and I jumped at the cold metal on my sore skin. "Now, young man, first you will get twenty strokes to remind you to use a tissue the next time you feel the need to masturbate. And if that tissue isn't neatly disposed of in the wastepaper basket, next time you will get forty strokes!" _d_a_m_n_ RIGHT I would use some kleenex next time! I couldn't imagine what that ruler was gonna be like -- it was 18 inches long, and pretty wide, and heavy! In a second I found out.

WHACK! "YEOW!" Oh holy jesus, that smack straight across my bare butt felt like the ruler was red hot! WHACK! "YOWW!" Oh man, another one, right in the same place! I couldn't help it, I started cryin' and beggin' him to stop. WHACK! Oh god! Another hard one, in the same place again! _s_h_i_t_, like a burning stick glued to my ass! "OWWWWOOO, PLEASE LYLE, P-PLEASE N-NO M-MORE!!!" I bawled, _d_a_m_n_ it hurt so bad! Didn't do me a bit of good. My stepdad just kept on slammin' that ruler across my bare ass, every single whack in the same place! By the time he got to 20, I wasn't bawlin' anymore -- I was screaming!

My stepdad stopped and I just laid there over his lap, sobbin' like a baby. I never NEVER felt so much pain before in my life! He'd quit spanking me, but the pain didn't quit -- it just kept on burning like a fire on my ass that wouldn't go out no matter what! "You'll remember to make use of a tissue when you masturbate in the future now, won't you, Peter?" Lyle said in a real slow voice. "YES! I will sir, I PROMISE!" I knew I better answer fast and right -- or that ruler would come down again!

"Very good, young man. I'm quite certain you won't forget. Now to the more serious matter of the language you used to me, Peter. I understand the temptation to use strong language, but you will learn that it will NOT be tolerated in this home, and I certainly will not tolerate it's use when you are addressing your stepfather. For uttering that detestable word to me, you will receive forty additional strokes." Lyle said to me. I started blubbering like crazy. I couldn't, I just could NOT take it! "PLEASE, sir, please! I can't take any more today, I can't sir, PLEASE!"

"Well, perhaps you're right, Peter," my stepdad said in a "reasonable" tone of voice. "But you know you deserve them, don't you?" "YES, sir, I know I do, I just can't take anymore!" I said, I sensed I was gonna be let off the hook and boy was I happy about it! "Very well then, young man, that will be all for tonight." Oh thank you God! was all I could think, my ass still blazing like lava. But it was a pretty shortlived relief:

"You'll receive the forty strokes you've agreed you deserve after breakfast in the morning, before you go to school. Be in my study at precisely eight o'clock tomorrow morning, stripped and prepared for the remainder of your punishment," my stepdad said, then got up and left, closing the door behind him. I laid down on my belly on the bed, still cryin' a little, and dreading the next morning......

(to be continued...)