Author's note: This story does not advocate the use of corporal punishment in real life; it is just a story for those who have an interest in the fantasies of it.
Mark drove home in his gray pick-up truck; he was sweating slightly -- partly because it was hot, and partly because he was nervous about what his father might say. That day report cards had been passed out; his had not been good. This was the first time he had ever failed a class. It wasn't because he didn't understand the subject, it was simply because he did none of his work. His father would be understanding if he had done his best, but still couldn't understand the subject. This time, however, he might not be so lucky. His father would know that he didn't do his work because Mark's teacher told him that he would have to call his father.
He got home and, to his surprise, his father was waiting in the living room; he was home two hours early. "Why are you home so early?" Mark said as he walked in the door.
"Your teacher called me today. He told me you failed chemistry. He also said that you didn't turn in any of your homework. I was rather shocked since you told me every night that you finished ALL of your homework. What's going on?"
"Dad, chemistry is so hard. I never understood it, so I gave up doing homework because I was frustrated."
"You're lying. Your teacher said you made A's on your tests. You didn't do your homework because you went out with your friends every night."
"Dad..."
"Enough," his father said. "Your grades had been low in there before, which I attributed to a lack of understanding, but failing a subject due to laziness is unacceptable. Maybe I've been too easy on you all these years. Maybe it's time you learned a lesson you'll never forget."
Mark was confused. A lesson he'd never forget? Mark was thinking he was about to be grounded for a month or two when his father added, "Come here, Mark."
Mark slowly walked over to his father, suspicious of his father's motivations.
"I want you to take off your shoes and jeans."
"What!!??" questioned Mark.
"You're going to get a spanking, like I used to get." his father replied.
Mark was amazed. He had been spanked only twice before in his life, both when he was under the age of eight. He wasn't spanked much because he was always a good kid; his father also didn't want to spank him because he was spanked constantly as a kid -- up until he was 15. He didn't want Mark to grow up like that.
"But dad, I'm 16! I'm too old for a spanking! Besides, grounding me for a month would be sufficient."
"No, Mark, I don't think it would. Now do as I say or else you won't have your truck for the next 3 months."
Mark was shocked. Summer was coming up and he wasn't about to stick around the house all summer. He had a choice, take the spanking or be confined to the house for almost the entire summer.
Slowly he took off his belt, putting it on the couch, then took off his shoes, then removed his jeans. He was left standing in his boxers. Mark was a swimmer, thus his body was well toned and defined. He also did a great deal of yard work, so he was well tanned as well. He awaited further instruction.
"Since this is your first real spanking, I'm going to let you keep your boxers on, but if I have to do this again, they're coming down." His father sat down on the couch, and instructed Mark to get across his lap, which he did without protest.
Mark's father placed his hand on his sons' firm butt, which was about to get the tanning of its life. With a quick movement, his father lifted and brought his hand down squarely on Mark's butt. Mark was shocked at the force his father had. He had expected this to hurt, but he hadn't expected anything like that. Nine more hard swats came down on Mark's butt before his father stopped. Mark waited for a moment, then, thinking it was over, started to get up. His father placed his hand on Mark's neck, holding him down.
"You're not finished yet, young man." And with that, he gave his son ten more even harder swats. Mark was beginning to squirm now under the sting of his father's hand. He had always prided himself on his masculinity, which was now in jeopardy because he didn't know how much longer he could hold out like this without crying.
His father paused once more. Mark knew better than to make a move. He waited about 30 seconds before 10 more unbearable swats came down on his ass. His eyes had the beginnings of tears in them.
"Get up." His father instructed.
With some lethargy, Mark removed himself from the humiliating position over his father's knees.
"Now get upstairs and start studying for finals next week." his father told him.
"Yes, sir." replied Mark, wiping the water from his eyes.
"And Mark, " added his father, "I expect you to pass your chemistry final with an A or else next time I won't be so easy on you."
Mark slowly climbed the stairs and quietly closed the door behind him. He passed his test with a 100.