Author's note: This stories continues the account of young Brad's run-in with his stepfather. Like the first "Brad" story it is about a teen boy getting spanked by his stepfather. It contains NO _s_e_x_ual content of any kind. If this kind of story appeals to you, read on!
When his first day of high school came to an end, Brad headed home, walking with Matt.
"Boy," Matt said, "I'm glad we didn't have to change in gym class today!"
"How come?" Brad asked.
"My Dad gave it to me last night. I got into an argument with him about going to bed when he told me to, and he said he figured I'd been working up to a licking, and that it would do me good to start high school with a licking fresh on my mind. My ass was still kind of red this morning, and there were a couple of marks on my hip."
With Matt being so honest about what had happened to him, Brad felt he had to reciprocate. "You know, I was glad we didn't have to strip off too."
"Why?"
"My Dad gave it to me this morning for arguing with him about those stupid jeans."
"_f_u_c_k_! He gave you a licking? What with?"
"Just his hand," Brad answered. He hoped Matt wouldn't tease him because he'd gotten just a hand spanking.
"He's big guy. I bet that still hurt."
"It did."
They had arrived at Brad's house. The boys parted and Brad made his way up the walk. His Mom was in the kitchen preparing dinner.
"Hi, Bradley! How was the big day?" she asked, her tone cheery. Brad's Mom had seemed happy ever since she'd married Wayne the previous April. She seemed more relaxed, more confident, and less worried. The good effect Wayne had had on his Mom was one of the factors that made it hard for Brad to dislike him.
"Okay, I guess," Brad answered.
"You don't sound very excited. I thought you were looking forward to high school."
"I was, but I got into a big fight with Dad this morning about my clothes. He wouldn't let me wear the new jeans I bought!"
"Why not?"
"He said they made me look like a street thug! And, Mom, he hit me when I argued with him!" Brad said, playing his trump card.
"Hit you?"
"Yeah."
"How?"
"Huh?"
"Did he slap your face? Or punch you?"
"No."
"Did he spank you?"
"Yes."
"What with?"
"His hand."
"Did you deserve it?"
Brad was startled by her question. She didn't seem upset the way he'd expected.
"No!"
"It doesn't sound like your step-Dad to spank you without a good reason, Dear. Tell me the truth. What did you do?"
"I told him I wanted to wear the jeans I bought. That's all."
"And he told you you couldn't, didn't he?"
"Yes."
"And did you obey him?"
"Yes."
"Before or after he spanked you?"
"After."
"Well, Dear, it sounds to me like he didn't do anything wrong."
"But he spanked me!"
"You told me that. I don't have a problem with him spanking you. I trust him to be fair. If he thought you deserved it, you probably did deserve it."
"Mom!"
"Brad, I told you when I married Wayne that I was glad you were finally going to have a father. I was worried about how you were going to get through your teen years without a man in your life to keep you on the straight-and-narrow."
"It isn't fair! He hit me and you're taking his side! You don't even love me! You just love him!" Brad burst into childish tears and ran to his room, slamming the door. He threw himself down on his bed and sobbed bitterly.
The voices started to argue again. The voice of defiance spoke first: "Nobody understands you. You should just tell them both to go the hell. You should run away!" "Sure," answered he voice of reason, "have them both mad at you! That's smart! And just where are you going run away?" Finally, very gently, the third voice said, "Your Mom thinks Wayne did the right thing. Doesn't that make you think? She loves you and wants what's best for you. Maybe you should change your attitude."
This time, Brad listened to the third voice. He knew that he'd wanted to listen to it. He pulled himself up, wiped his face, and sucked back his tears.
Just then, his stepfather arrived home. Brad waited. He knew that Wayne and his mother were talking over what had happened. Finally, they came together to his room. Wayne knocked at the door. Brad invited them in.
"We need to have a talk with you," Brad's stepfather said.
Brad sat on his bed and looked up at them.
"I guess it was a little unfair of me to spring a spanking on you this morning the way I did. But you shouldn't have disobeyed me. Do you understand?" Wayne asked.
"Yes, Sir."
"From now on," Mom added, "it won't be a surprise. I've told Wayne that I don't mind him disciplining you. I trust him to be fair. You need to do what he says. If he doesn't want you wearing baggy jeans, then you can't wear them. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Okay, Brad, you and I have some additional business to take care of," Brad's stepfather said.
Brad's eyes widened. He looked at his mother. She nodded and gave him a look that said, "You have to accept this." Brad's Mom stepped out of the room and closed the door.
"Are you going to spank me again?" Brad asked, looking up at Wayne.
"Yes."
"What for?"
"This morning, when I put you across my knee, you addressed me using a crude insult. Do you remember what you said?"
"Yes, Sir."
"What was it?"
"Please! I don't want to say it again! I know it was wrong! Please don't make me say it again!"
"What did you call me, Brad?"
"A _c_o_c_k_-sucker," Brad answered softly.
"That's right, Brad. And a boy shouldn't address his father that way. I have to punish you for showing me such disrespect. This isn't personal, boy. This is about teaching you that you have to show respect. Now, stand up."
Brad stood.
Brad's step-Dad sat on the bed. "Drop your pants and your undershorts and get across my knee."
Brad raised shaking hands to the button on his jeans. He unfastened it, drew down the zipper, pulled open the fly and drew his jeans down to his knees. Then he took hold of the elastic waistband of his boxers. He pulled them down. He felt deeply embarrassed exposing himself to his stepfather. He knew he was blushing. He got down quickly across Wayne's knee. He was shaking and felt tears welling up.
"Please, Dad! Please! I won't ever be disrespectful again! I promise!" Brad begged, ashamed of his cowardice, but unable to restrain the impulse to beg for mercy.
"This is going to help you keep your promise, Brad."
SMACK! Wayne slapped Brad's bottom hard. Brad took the spank as bravely as he could. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! His stepfather laid on the spanking hard. Brad tried to take it without struggling. He jerked and squirmed in response to the pain, but otherwise held still. His bottom quickly warmed. With each slap, the pain grew more intense. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Brad's behind became hotter with each slap, the pain growing in intensity.
"Owww! Owww! It hurts! Owww! Please! Please, stop! Owww!" Brad begged, tears welling up.
"I'm sorry, Brad, but I'm going to spank you until I feel you've learned your lesson! I don't think you have yet!" Wayne said.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The tears spilled out of Brad's eyes, rolled down his cheeks, and dripped onto the bedspread. Brad sobbed and coughed. Brad seized hold of his pillow and held it tightly. He gritted his teeth and fought to hold still.
"Owwwww...ahhhhh...owwwww...ahhhh...uhhhh...oh...owwww...owwww...ahhhhh!" Brad howled.
He hoped Mom would hear him and come to his rescue.
There was a knock at the door. Wayne held his hand up.
"Wayne! Please! I think that's enough!" Brad's Mom called.
"Please, Dear, leave this up to me! You told me you trusted me not to be too severe. He's a big boy. It's going to take a good dose of spanking before I really get through to him!" Wayne answered.
Brad restrained the impulse to call out to his mother. It was one thing to want her to come to his rescue, and to feel good that she had come, but quite another thing actually to appeal for her help. He knew that would make him look like a coward who wasn't able to take the punishment he'd earned. He knew his stepfather was angry with him for being disrespectful. He didn't want to make him think he was a baby too! Brad waited. He heard his mother walk away.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Brad's stepfather asserted his authority with nine more spanks.
Then he spoke to Brad. "You maybe won't believe me, Bradley. But I didn't want to have to do this. I like you and don't want to hurt you. But you have to learn to obey the rules. You have to learn to do what I say. I'm the Dad and you're the son, Bradley. That's just how it is. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," Brad sniffled.
"Good. You're old enough that I shouldn't have to spank you very often. It's up to you. If you do as you're told and you keep out of trouble, you won't find yourself across my knee with your behind bared. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
Brad's step-Dad helped him to his feet. Brad quickly pulled up his boxers and jeans, glad to be able to cover himself. Brad's face was wet with tears and he was shaking.
"Alright, boy, pull yourself together and get ready for dinner," Wayne said. He patted the boy on the shoulder and left the room.
Brad got ready for dinner. He came to the kitchen and took his place at the table. He remained silent while he ate, listening as his mother and stepfather talked. He felt embarrassed by what had happened and by what he'd done to bring it upon himself. He didn't know how to get back into his mother's good graces or how to let his stepfather know that he wanted to try to make their relationship work. After dinner, he and his stepfather washed and dried the dishes.
"Do you want to go get some ice-cream?" Brad's stepfather asked just as they were finishing up, "Just you and me?"
"Okay," Brad said, realizing that his stepfather was reaching out and showing him he still liked him and wanted to have a positive relationship with him. Brad had already decided to make a real effort to work with his stepfather. He felt he'd learned his lesson.
Brad and his stepfather drove to the ice-cream shop. Wayne bought him a sugar cone with two scoops of Oreo Cookie ice-cream. They sat at a table outside the shop. At first, neither of them spoke.
Then, Brad broke the silence. "Sir, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about all the stuff I did today to make you mad. And I didn't mean it when I called you that name."
"I know, Brad. That's all water under the bridge now," Wayne said. "We'll try to start fresh. Now you know what the rules are, and what the punishment will be if you disobey. I hope you'll keep out of trouble. But if you don't, I'll do what I have to do. Clear?"
"Yes, Sir. Clear."