The Board of Education


by Tone <Y_ogi@hotmail.com>

Once he was finally able to stop crying and felt almost human again, Matt went to the mirror in the bathroom to inspect his backside. God, but his ass was red! He still could hardly believe that at 20 years old he had just received a severe spanking from his father. Still whimpering slightly from the pain, Matt went to his old room and climbed into bed, but was unable to sleep because of the thoughts swirling in his head, reminding him of how he had gotten into this predicament.......

In high school, Matt had been any parent's dream child. He was nearly a 4.0 student, lettered in numerous sports, tried his hand in some of the school's drama productions and was very popular. Although his father was a firm believer in strict discipline and the paddle, Matt so rarely got into trouble that the paddle was never used on him beyond nine or ten years of age.

At first, it looked like Matt was going to continue this tradition of excellence at college. He pulled a 3.8 GPA his first year, was involved in many activities on campus, and at the end of the year was hired to be an RA for one of the freshman dorms the next year. He also had an active social life, attending the ever present parties that take place on and around college campuses. Although at first Matt didn't drink at the parties, by the end of the year he had started joining in and even getting drunk a few times, although he was smart enough to stay away from the drug scene, at least. The following summer, he and some friend worked for the admissions office and that's when he really got into partying. After all, what else would a group of young guys with a fair amount of free time after work do?

Unfortunately, when sophomore year started and the free time went away, the partying didn't decrease accordingly, and his grades suffered. That December, he went home for semester break. A few days into the break, Matt was on his way home from visiting a friend from high school when his dad pulled up next to him in the car and yelled at him to get in. Taken aback, Matt did so, wondering what was up. He had rarely seen his dad this angry at him.

As soon as he sat down and closed the door, his father threw a piece of paper at him and said "Explain this. NOW!"

When Matt saw the seal of his college on the front, his heart sank--his grades! Opening it, he glanced at the semester GPA: a 1.9. Not even a C average. He knew he had not done as well as his first year, but had no idea it was this bad. Scrambling for an excuse, Matt said, "Dad, the classes were just really hard this time and I didn't know being an RA took so much time."

His father had calmed a little, but was still upset. "But Matt, a 1.9...another semester like that and you could lose your scholarships and I can't afford to pay full tuition."

"Look dad," Matt replied. "Just trust me like you've always trusted me. I'll do better; I promise."

Although his dad wasn't entirely pleased, he had always been able to trust Matt and by the end of the break decided to give Matt another chance. Matt went back to school determined to buckle down, but it was just so hard to say no to an invitation to go out with friends, and before long he was back to partying. Then it happened. One night at a party, it got loud and the cops showed up and arrested several students for underage drinking, including Matt. He lost his RA job over it, had to pay a fine, and worst of all, his parents were notified by mail as part of the campuses new policy to fight underage drinking.

A few days later, Matt was in his room moping about the situation when the phone rang. Matt hesitated to answer, but finally did. It was his father, who was surprsingly calm, but told Matt to get in the car and get his butt home. As it was a Friday and he had no RA duties anymore, Matt did so. When he got home, his parents were waiting for him in the kitchen. "Hi honey," his mom said. "It's good to see you. Your dad wants to talk to you, so I'll be going into town to get some groceries for your Grandma and the visit with he for a while." She hugged him, gave him a kiss, and was gone out the door.

"Sit down, son," his dad said. Matt did. For a minute or so, which seemed like forever to Matt, it was dead silent, then his dad shook his head, pushed a letter across the table, and spoke. "Your mother and I received this letter today. What's in it is bad enough, but what's worse is that we had to find out by mail. How could you not tell us about it?" Matt looked down and said nothing. "This was the problem the first semester too, wasn't it? You didn't get a 1.9 because the classes were hard, it was because you were out getting trashed every night, wasn't it?"

"Dad, I..." Matt began.

"Answer me!" his father yelled, his face beginning to turn red. "No, don't even bother," his father interrupted as Matt opened his mouth again, "I know the answer. I just can't believe this Matt. You've lied to me, lost your position on campus and have that arrest on your record. Well? What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Dad, I'm sorry!" Matt tried to say, but his father was in no mood to listen.

"Sorry? SORRY! You waste my hard earned money getting drunk off your ass, ruin your GPA, and you're SORRY?!? Well, you're certainly going to be. Tomorrow, you and I are going to go get your things at school, and tell them you won't be finishing this year. Then your going to move back here and get a job until fall, when you'll be starting classes at the community college."

"What?!? No, dad, come on!! Don't make me do that!" Matt pleaded, sitting up in his chair. "I swear I'll do better. Just let me stay until midterm and decide then. Please, dad. I'll do anything!"

"And just why should I give you yet another chance, Matthew? I'm paying too much money for you to waste it partying."

"Dad, I know I messed up and haven't been acting mature, but you know I can do well if I put my mind to it."

By this time, Mr. Holbrook had calmed down. He knew how much Matt liked the college he attended and really didn't want to pull him out. But how to make sure Matt wouldn't screw up again? Then, something Matt said gave him an idea. "No, you certainly haven't been acting mature, Matthew. That's the problem. If I let you stay, how do I know you won't screw up? If you're here, I can make sure of that."

"Dad, I'll do anything. Give up the car, send money from my any job I get home to put in the bank so I can't party with it, whatever. Just let me go back."

"No, Matt, none of those things will cut it, I'm afraid. You were right when you said you weren't acting mature. In fact, you were acting like an irresponsible child, and I know of only one way to effectively punish a child. If you want to go back to school on my money, you're going to have to take a spanking."

"What?!!" Matt jumped up, a look of disbelief on his face. "Dad, you can't be serious!"

"I'm totally serious, son."

"Dad, I'm 20 years old! I'm an adult. You have no right to spank me..." Matt began, but broke off with a yelp as he found himself pushed up against the wall by his father.

"An adult, huh? It's about time you start acting like one! I don't care how old you are, I'm still paying for everything, and if you want to keep it that way you will take a spanking. Otherwise, you are moving back home, unless you plan to move out on your own, and you know _d_a_m_n_ well you can't afford that." With that, Matt's dad let him go, and Matt stood there, still unbelieving. "You need to make your decision, Matt. I will go back to my workroom and wait for you. In ten minutes you will either show up fully dressed and tell me you're moving home, or you will be wearing only your underwear, ready for your spanking." He then turned around and walked away.

Shocked, Matt sank down into one of the chairs. "No _f_u_c_k_ing way am I taking a spanking" Matt muttered. "I'll get an apartment near campus and get a job." Matt stalked off after his father. He only got halfway to his dad's workroom before the realization hit him--he was totally dependent on his parents. They owned his car, paid the insurance, paid his tuition, and provided a place to come home to on breaks from school. No way could he move out. But there was also no way he was moving home if he could avoid it. Matt nearly screamed in frustration; his dad had him by the balls and they both knew it. There was nothing to do but ask for the spanking. Besides, Matt knew deep down that he had screwed up and deserved to be punished.

Matt walked slowly to his room. His parents had never moved a thing after he moved to school, and he still considered it his room more than any of his dorm rooms. Sighing, he pulled off his shirt. He still could hardly believe what was going to happen. A spanking! At twenty years old!! Still, it was better than the alternative. Thought raced through his mind: How much would it hurt? Would he cry? Surely he would be able to take it without crying. Hesitating a moment longer, he decided to just get it overwith. He quickly kicked off his shoes socks and jeans and stood in front of the mirror in his blue designer briefs. He was proud of his hard, tanned body that had always served him well in whatever athletic event he tried.

Turning the handle, Matt opened the door and walked towards his father's workroom. His father had always enjoyed woodworking as a hobby and had built a small workshop off one side of the house. Pausing outside the door, Matt could hear his father hammering away at one task or another. Taking a deep breath, and feeling more than a little embarrassed by being nearly naked, he opened the door and went in.

A good five minutes went by before Mr. Holbrook turned to look at him. "Those are quite the undies, son" he stated, crossing over to a small bench and sitting down. He motioned for Matt to come sit next to him. "Now listen, son, I know you think you're too old for this, but it's the best way I now to make an impression on you. Literally!!, he added, clapping his son on the back and laughing at his own joke. Putting his arm around his son's shoulders, he said "I really hate to do this, but we both know you deserve it. I have some rules about this, Matt. You've become a man, even if you've been acting like a child, and I expect you to take your punishment like a man. No trying to block me and keep your kicking and carrying on to a minimum, although I fully expect you to cry."

"Cry? Aw dad, get real" Matt protested. "That's not gonna happen."

"You don't think so? Too tough for that, huh? Well, we'll just see." With that, he scooted away a bit and motioned Matt to climb across his lap. Feeling foolish, Matt did. With his head down and his butt in the air, Matt waited for it to start. His dad reached over and picked up a paddle of the floor that he had placed there earlier and started rubbing it across his son's ass. Matt closed his eyes, feeling the paddle on his backside, and waited some more.

Suddenly, the paddle lifted off his ass and came back down hard. CRACK! Matt hissed in pain, surprised at how much it hurt. CRACK!! WHACK!! Twice more the paddle came down in rapid succession and Matt clenched his teeth, determined not to make a sound. Crack! A short pause and then three quick shots landed on his ass. Matt groaned slightly, wondering how many he was getting. CRACK! CRACK!! Two shots in exactly the same spot caused Matt to cry out slightly in pain. THH-WHACK! The tenth shot whammed into his brief covered butt, making Matt kick his leg in protest. His dad paused for about thirty seconds, and just when he thought it might be over the paddle started dancing again. Five rapid shots right where the leg meets the butt left Matt gasping. CRACK!! CRACK!! The paddle returned to Matt's butt. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! This was starting to really hurt, Matt realized. Mr. Holbrook then lifted his hand high and let a thunderous CRAAACK onto Matt's behind.

"_s_h_i_t_!" Matt yelled, "Oh _s_h_i_t_!"

"That's a swat a letter" Mr. Holbrook said almost conversationally, then delivered eight had swats to the exact same spot on Matt's ass. Matt clenched his teeth, his eyes watering slightly. He knew he could not take much more of this without crying. As the paddle hit again and again, Matt began whimpering softly and groaning. Then, just before he lost it, the paddle stopped. Placing the paddle beside him on the bench, Mr. Holbrook put his hands on his son's back, rubbing gently. "That should not have been necessary, son. I never thought I'd have to do something like this; you've always been so responsible. But I'm still you're father. Are you going to disappoint me again, Matt?"

"N-n-no dad. I promise," Matt replied, finally catching his breath. His ass burned like hell! He was glad that his dad had stopped when he did. He hadn't cried, but it was close, and if it had gone on much longer...

"I have two things to make sure you remember, Matt. First, you will mail me your midterm grades. You will receive one spanking for every grade less than a B. Any F's will result not only in a spanking, but with you moving home." All the time he was talking, Mr. Holbrook was moving his hand up and down Matt's back, finally coming to rest on his waist. "You think that will help you be able to remember, Matt?" he asked.

"Yes, dad, I'll remember, I promise, really I do." Matt said quickly. "May I get up now?"

"I said I had two things to help you remember, son. You know what the first is. As for the second..." Matt felt his father's hand slip into the waistband of his briefs. His father gave a quick tug, pulling them off and baring Matt's behind. At the same time, he picked up the paddle with the other hand. "Brace yourself, son."

The next few minutes were the most painful of Matt's life. As bad as the paddle had hurt before, it was nothing compared to what it was like on the bare. CRACK! CRACK! Matt was yelling out after only a few swats. His father was relentless, ignoring Matt's protests and pleas for it to end. He kicked his legs, wiggled furiously, and before long tears started to fall. After about forty swats, all the fight had gone out of him. He just lay there and sobbed, unable even to plead any longer. Still the paddling continued, until Matt was a totally incoherent mess of tears and snot. Finally, the swats stopped. It took a lot longer for Matt to regain any shred of composure at all. Eventually the sobbing receded into the occasional sniffle, but Matt made no attempt to move.

"THAT I am sure you won't forget soon!" Matt's dad chuckled. "I doubt this will be necessary again son, because you know what will happen if you screw up."

"I'll get another spanking" Matt said brokenly.

"That's right!" Mr. Holbrook announced, bringing down the paddle again on Matt's red and purple buttocks. "You [CRACK!] will [CRACK!] get [CRACK!] another [WHACK!] spanking [SMACK!] just like this one." He then fired off another fifteen or so shots, making Matt begin crying yet again. He then lifted Matt slightly, alid out from underneath him, and lowered him to the bench, still heaving with sobs. He then placed the paddle on the bench, picked up Matt's underwear from the floor, and walked out of the room.

It was a good half hour before Matt felt up to moving. When he finally did, he slowly and painfully walked to the door. Looking around for his briefs, he realiezed that his father must have taken them. Cursing under his breath, Matt walked slowly out of the workroom and toward his bedroom. On his way there, he passed his father, who was reading the newspaper. Lowering the paper, his dad said "Hands on your head, Matt". Matt did so. "Now go stand in the corner until I say you can move." His father didn't allow him to move until his mom came home and got a full view of her son's behind. Thoroughly humiliated and defeated, Matt slunk to his room, lay down on the bed, and began to cry again from shame. Although he was pissed at them moment, Matt realized that his dad had probably saved him from flunking out of college. He sure as hell wasn't going to risk this happening again!!


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