The Punishment Book Part 3


by Davy Tanner <Cp_junkie@hotmail.com>

"Move it, Davy! Get your ass and that paddle over here, at the double!" yelled Uncle Paul from the poolside. I hurried to obey, and placed the paddle in his hand. He'd slipped on a pair of shorts while I was away - my shorts! Although he was inches taller than me, they fitted him perfectly. "I decided to borrow these," he informed me, "You won't be needing them this weekend. I've invited some friends round for a pool party at 8 oclock, and these pants'll wow them!

"You look terrific in them, Sir," I said, because he did.

"And you look terrific out of them! " was his reply. He pointed to the punishment book "You've been a bad boy, Davy, "I'm going to have to give your bare butt a really hard time. I've worked out a punishment schedule, and you'll be getting the first installment at bed time. Right now, you're in urgent need of some obedience training!"

He sat on the low wall behind the pool and put me across his knee. The feel of those firm, bare sun-warmed thighs under my naked body was a real turn-on, and I found myself apologizing for parking my rigid dick between his thighs. He laughed and said, "You don't have to worry about little things like that!" It was an insult to my burgeoning manhood, but I was in no position to argue. "Right now," he added "I'm only interested in the reverse side of your anatomy. As they say in church, here begins the first lesson!" He laid the paddle on my right cheek, taking aim. He raised the paddle high then thwacked it down hard across the smooth, sensitive flesh. I'll never forget that first traumatic impact between grandad's dreaded paddle and my tender young backside, the resounding SPANK!!!, the surge of agonising pain soaring to an unbearable crescendo, as if a red-hot branding iron had been applied to the vulnerable flesh. I let out a yelp like a stuck pig

"Oooow!!!...Please sir no sir... one sir, thankyou sir!"

"When I order you. . ." said uncle Paul. . .

SPANK!!!! Another on the same spot, hurting even more, another frenzied howl from me. . . "Oh please sir no more sir thankyou sir two sir!"

"...to report for punishment..." SPANK!!!! same spot again, I was sobbing now, begging for mercy, which I didn't get..

". . .at six oclock". . .SPANK!!! "You will report at six oclock". . .SPANK!!! "Not THREE minutes past"... SPANK!!! (He was hitting low now, close to the top of my thigh where every boy who's ever been spanked knows it hurts most of all) "Not TWO minutes past". . . SPANK!!! "Not ONE minute past". . .SPANK! "But six pm precisely!" . . .SPANK!!! "Do you understand, Davy?" . . .SPANK!!!

I was blubbering now, immersed in pain, unable to count and thank coherently, but I managed to blurt out "Yes Master!" between sobs. He ordered me to stand, which I was scarcely capable of doing , to move round, and bend this time over his other knee. Switching the paddle to his other hand, so he could give the same treatment to my so-far unsullied left cheek. The second lesson commenced:

"And when I send you to fetch the paddle". . .SPANK! ! ! "You don't walk". . . SPANK!!! "YOU RUN!" ... SPANK!! You run all the way there". . .SPANK!!! "And all the way back" . . .SPANK!!! "You've got to learn". . .SPANK!!! "Not to waste my time". . .SPANK!!! "And to obey my orders". . .SPANK!!! "Instantly". . . SPANK! ! ! "Without question or argument SPANK!!! Every whack was punctuated by my yells, sobs, and pleas, my counting of the whacks and my expressions of gratitude. Until finally I'd said "20 sir, thankyou sir," and he told me my lesson was over.

He let me stay across his knee for a while, composing myself, before ordering me to stand. "Yes Master!" I leapt to my feet, having learnt my lesson, and eager to demonstrate my obedience.

He made me do 20 minutes corner time, standing to attention, not moving a muscle, while he admired his handiwork, and I reflected on my punishment. I felt strangely happy, in spite of the unquenched fire in my tail. For the first time, I'd taken a tanning with grandad's famous paddle. It had been every bit as painful as I could have imagined, but I'd taken it, and when the need arose, as I knew it would before the day was out, I'd be able to take it again. Of one thing I was certain - never again would I forget my punishment book!

To be continued. . .


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