Playing Hooky


by Okayda < okayda@aol.com >

I was sitting in the bar, having a few beers and playing pool with a few pals in the afternoon. Of course, I was supposed to be at a college class but I didn't really feel like going so I just thought it would be okay to cut class and have some fun. We we're laughing at some joke when to my great surprise who should come in the bar but my roommate, Jimmy Miller. He looked sort of surprised to see me but didn't say anything at first. He drew up a stool at the bar, ordered a beer, and lit a Marlboro. After a few minutes he asked if class had been cancelled or something.

I told him I just forgot about going. He didnt' say anything else about it then, and the game went on.

A little later, Jimmy came up and said we'd better get going. I followed him out the back door and we walked across the alley and through a hole in the fence. HIs house was about a block away. While I said we were roommates, actually I lived with Jimmy in the house that he rented. Since I was going to school and didn't have much money, he let me stay there for free and didn't ask me to do much around the house to help out.

When we got to the house, we went into the living room and sat on the couch. Jimmy lit another Malboro and we didn't say anything for a minute.

"Okay", he said after a bit, 'how many classes have you been missing?"

I thought this was going to be a friend to friend conversation, so I told Jimmy that I really hadn't gone to many classes this semester, I said I just coulnd't really get into it.

"So, I'm paying for the rent here on the house, letting you eat the foot I buy from working my ass off each day, and you just hang out at the bar and play pool and drink beer?"

I didn't know what to say so I didn't respond.

"I think you're acting like a child. playing hooky. Now you're going to start going to class and I'm _d_a_m_n_ed sure going to help you remember."

I was confused as to what he was talking about.

"What do you mean, you're going to help me remember?

"What happens to schoolboys who play hooky? In a little while, I'm going to give you a good old fashioned spanking for not going to class today. If I catch you not going to class in the future, I am going to take your pants down and whip your ass with my belt good."

I was too stunned to say anything at all for a minute but then I thought I was not going to take a spanking from Jimmy, much less a whipping with his belt.

"Okay" Jimmy responded, "Then you can get your ass out. If you're going to stay under my roof, you're going to obey my rules. Now either get ready to get spanked, or pack up and get out."

I knew I had nowhere to go. I didn't have enough money to get my own place or anything.

"Okay, Jimmy, I'll obey you in the future, but you never told me this before. Please don't do it this time. I'll go to class from now on."

Jimmy shook his head and smiled a bit. "No way, you're going to get a spanking tonight. Now get in the kitchen and fix dinner. I'll spank you later."

I went into the kitchen and started fixing dinner. I couldn't get my mind off the impending spanking. I wondered how Jim was going to do it. Since he had threatened a future whipping with the belt, I sort of assumed he would not use his belt now but I wasn't sure. All I knew was I was really scared and apprehensive.

Finally, after dinner, Jim went and sat on the couch. "Get up and come over here." With that, he patted his lap.

I stood up and moved closer to him.

Jimmy gestured for me to come right up to him and when I did, he reached out and unbuttoned my cords, pulling them down to my knees. He grabbed my arm and pulled me quickly over his lap so my butt was positioned right over his right thigh. Without another word, he started spanking my butt, which was still covered by my jockey shorts, really hard. I didn't say anything but laid there pretty impassively and took his spanking. Jim didn't say much either. He just concentrated on smacking me good. He wasn't spanking real fast but each smack was really hard and he kept it up for about 5 or 10 minutes, covering my rear pretty good and it was a getting really sore. I was starting to squirm around a bit but took the spanking without crying out alot or shouting, just saying "ow" and moving about on his knee.

As quick as he started, Jimmy stopped and told me to get up and pull my pants up. I did that and stood there for a minute, rubbing my rump.

"Okay, now that was your warning. If I catch you not going to class again, don't forget you're going to get it alot harder with my belt."

I nodded my agreement and went into my room.

Just a few days later, Jimmy was supposed to work overtime, so I thought it would be safe to skip class again and I was down at the same bar, drinking beer and playing pool. I figured I could get home before he did and he would be none the wiser if I went to class or not. Well before he was supposed to come in, I looked up and there he was. I couldnt believe it. He looked pretty surprised too.

He came and sat next to me at the bar. For a few minutes, he didn't say anything. Then he lit one of his ever present Marlboros, and leaned over and told me to get my ass home, that he would be home in a bit to give me the whipping for not going to class.

Knowing I was in a world of hurt, I immediately left and quickly went home. I was really nervous, waiting for Jimmy to come home to see if he was really going to whip me with his belt. Remembering that the spanking with his hand had hurt a lot, I couldn't imagine what he would do with his belt. Although I usually didn't smoke cigarettes, I found a pack of his Marlboros and lit one, because I was so nervous. After a while, the door opened and he came in. I was glad that he didn't look too angry. He came over and sat on the couch. He lit up one of his cigarettes and sat there for a few minutes, smoking and looking at me.

"Okay, I think if you're going to act like a child all the time, I'm going to have to treat you like a child. I'm going to whip you really hard with my belt for not going to class today. Each time that you don't go to class, I'm going to whip you a little harder. So, either you're going to start going to class all the time, or you're going to have a really red and aching butt." With that Jimmy started to unbuckle his belt. He pulled it off of his cords and doubled it up. It was a pretty heavy brown leather belt. He laid the belt on his lap and sat back, finishing his cigarette.

"I hope you learn a lesson from this because I have better things to do than whip your ass when I get home."

With that, Jim picked up his belt and walked around to the back of the couch and told me to follow him. I followed Jim around to the back of the couch and couldnt believe how nervous I felt, just like a kid sent to the principal in 7th grade to get paddled. I had subconsciously moved my hands to cover my butt.

"Okay, take your pants down and bend over the couch"

I lowered my pants and bent over the couch, leaving my butt jutting up in the air. My face was forced into the seat cushion where Jimmy had just been sitting. At this point, I couldnt see what Jimmy as doing but I could hear the tinkling of the belt buckle in his hand as he was preparing to use it. Jimmy started whacking away, delivering the swats right across the center of my butt. WHACK WHACK. With no space between the swats, it really stung. AFter about fifteen whacks, I started jumping around but Jimmy told me to stay there or I would get additional strokes for getting up. Then I started begging him to stop but he didn't. Atter 25 swats, I was losing count and starting to cry a bit.

"I'm not stopping because you're crying so just stay there" Jimmy said, and he kept whacking away. After another 20 swats he stopped, out of breath.

"Okay get up and pull your pants up" I did what he said.

Jimmy walked around and put the belt on the coffee table. He went into the kitchen and came back with two beers, sitting at the couch and litting up a Marlboro. He looked at me for a minute and said, 'Well , I think you learned your lesson for now, come and sit down."

I rubbed my rear good a few times, pulled up my cords, and came and sat next to him on the couch. He gave me a beer and a Marlboro.

"Now don't forget, go to class or you get that harder each time you don't go, understand?"

"Yes sir, I'll go" I said, fullly intending at that moment to never miss a class again.

Well, I guess I was pretty childish because about a week later I cut another couple classes. Now each night, Jimmy was asking me if I had gone to my classes and I said yes. The night I cut the classes, he asked me and I said yes. He smiled and seemed really happy. He suggested we go to the bar and have a few. I didn't really want to because I had been there earlier, but he insisted so we went. When we got there, a couple of guys, said hi thought you went home. It didn't take Jimmy too long to figure out what had happened I guess but he didn't say anything. In fact, we stayed there for a couple of hours. When we finally got home, he still hadn't said anything to methat indicated he had caught me. We both went into our bedrooms, took off our pants, and got ready for bed. After a few minutes, when I was already in bed, Jimmy opened the door to my room a bit and asked me to come out. We were both in our underwear, I in my jockeys, and he in his boxers. I followed him down the hall to his bedroom. When we got inside, Jim shut the door and looked at me.

"Did you go to class today like you said or were you at the bar?"

I figured the jig was up so I told him I had forgotten to do to class but that it wasn't an important class.

"I was hoping that you would come and confess yourself. Thats why I didn't say anything before. Now...It probably wasn't an important class but you lied, and you disobeyed me, and you know the price for that, don't you?"

I nodded.

"Whats the price, son?"

"A whipping"

Jimmy looked sort of sad. "Don't you think you deserve a whipping for not going to class?

I nodded.

"What kind of a whipping are you going to get, son"

"A whipping with your belt."

"Don't you deserve a whipping for lying, too?"

I nodded.

"Okay, get my belt from my pants in the closet." I walked slowly to the closet and looked around finding his cords on the floor of the closest. I grabbed his belt by the buckle and pulled it off of the pants, doubling it up and bringing it to him.

"Lay face down on my bed!"

I didn't say anything, but I laid face down on his bed, waiting for what I was sure was going to be one of the worst lickings I had ever experienced. I was not disappointed.

Jimmy started whipping me really hard, delivering whacks one after another, without taking any break. After 20 licks, I was literally crying into his pillow, promising I would never miss class again. I guess he didn't believe me because this time he kept going. 40 swats and he kept going. I was kicking my legs up in the air and rolling from side to side, and yelling out pretty loud, but he kept going. 50 swats and he kept going. Finally, after about 60 swats, he stopped and I thought it was over. "Don't you ever miss class again unless you have my permisiion not to go, understand"?

"yes, sir, " I cried out, between the sobs.

But Jimmy wasn't over. He laid into me again, giving me at least another 10 swats. Finally, he threw the belt on the floor.

"Get up and go to your room and go to bed."

I got up thinking it was terrible, but I had survivied. Just before I shut the door, he said, "That was the whipping for not going to school, tomorrow when I get home, I am going to whip you on your bare butt for lying to me. Good night."

I couldnt believe what he had just said. I dropped off to sleep. The next day, I actually didn't have any classes, so I waited essentially all day for Jimmy to come home and see if he was actually going to give me a whipping on my bare butt with his belt.

Finally, at the normal time, he came in. He sat on the couch and had one of his Marlboros. "Dont' we have some unfinished business, son?"

"Yes sir" I answered.

"What is it?

"MY whipping for lying to you."

"What kind of a whipping are you going to get right now?

"One with your belt"

"how are you going to get it?" Jimmy asked.

"on my bare butt."

Jimmy just nodded and we sat there for a minute while he finished his cigarette. "Let's go in the bedroom, I don't want to whip you on your bare butt in the living room in case someone comes over."

We went into his bedroom, and he sat on the bed. He told me to take my cords down and I did. Then he pulled my jockey shorts to my knees as well and pulled me across his lap. It took him a bit to get me adjusted to his liking. Finally, he got me so I was where he wanted me, just over his right knee. Then, he started to unbuckle my old friend, his brown leather belt. I couldnt see it, but I could hear the tinkling of the buckle and I could actually hear the belt being pulled through his belt loops. the next thing I knew, Jimmy was bringing it down across my bare rear end. You wouldn't think that the thin coverage of jockey shorts made much difference but it was really a lot of difference. Being whipped on the bare butt was much more painful. After only a handful of swats, I was crying out promising to do anything Jimmy wanted to get him to stop whipping me with that belt, but nothing I said seemed to make any difference. I was trying to get away but he had me pinned pretty good and I was hopping all over his knee, but the belt kept landing on my butt no matter where I moved too. Finally,a fter a lot of tears and whacks, he stopped.

At this point, Jimmy decided to have a father son type talk with me.

"are you ever going to lie to me again?"

"no...no I promise". Of course, I felt really childish laying across Jim's lap with my bare rear exposed to him.

"Are you going to cut any more classes."

"NOt unless you give me permisson"

At this point, Jim laid his hand on my really burning butt and left it there for a minute.

"And if you do cut class, I am going to give you a whipping that will make this seem like a game, do you understand that?"

"Yes, sir. I understand...you won't have to whip me for not going to class again, I promise"

Jimmy picked up his belt again and gave me a final dozen hard smacks on the butt with the belt. Then he told me to get up and put my pants back up. Finally, he sent me to my room where I was supposed to stay the rest of the night.

I didnt' cut any more classes the rest of the time I stayed there with Jimmy. And although he had occasion to use his belt in the future, it wasn't ever for playing hooky again.