Sheriff Tayor Demonstrates


by Trog

Author's note: This story was suggested by an episode of The Andy Griffin Show. David Bailey (Star Galaxy archives shows him and Ronny Howard in this episode) played a mishcievous youngster who's father had never spanked him. During the course of the show the boys erns his first spankingand the show ends with Andy offering the woodshed behind the courthouse for David's father to administer the spanking. I changed the ending just a touch...

"We've a find woodshed out back." Andy told Mr. Bailey, pointing in its direction.

David looked at Opie and noticed a flash in Opie's expression. David knew what spankings were: getting hit on the butt. He wasn't really worried, he knew he could talk his father out of spanking him before they got to wherever the woodshed was.

"Thank you Andy. I know David deserves a good spanking for the way he has been acting. He's never had one you know?" The Bailey's had only been in Mayberry for a month, and during that time David had caused oone problem after another. Mr. Bailey knew David needed a good spanking. David recently departed mother had always forbid such action, but now appeared to be the time. The problem was he was not sure how to go about giving his son a spanking. He knew what was supposed to happen, but he feared David would talk him out of it, or he wouldn't really make the impression with it that he wanted to.

Opie looked at his father and he knew what was coming. While he wasn't into having pa give him a whipping, he did like watching others get it, or fooling around with whippings like he and his best friend Arnold had just started doing after they recieved a whipping from his father together. I watched his pa's face as he heard him offer to take Opie to the woodshed and demonstrate how to give a naughty boy a good whipping.

"After all, " Andy said looking at Opie, "He went along with David in their mischief. Well Ope? Do you need a whipping?"

Opie hung his head, not really wanting the pain, but kind of conflictyed because the thought of maybe getting to see David get it caused his ten year old boy part to thicken and tingle. "I guess pa."

"Lead the way." Andy directed.

Opie headed out the back door to the large woodshed behind the courthouse. The shed had been built before the courthouse had gas heating and was quite large. It was now used for two things, one a storage shed and two, for Sheriff Taylor to correct naughty youngsters. Many a boy and a few young girls had made the trip out back. Normally Opie got it at home, but he too had been to the woodshed, so he knew what was expected for his whipping there.

When the two ten years olds and their dad were in the shed, Opie quickly walked over to one of the walls and took a strap off its hook. He handed it to his pa as Andy pulled a large chair to the center of the clear area in the front of the shed.

David was becoming very uneasy, more so when Opie reached down and undid his belt and the span of his blue jeans. David watched in horror as Sheriff Taylor sat in the chair and pulled Opie beside him. Opie's jean's were unzipped and pulled down to his ankles. For a second David thought, hoped, that Opie was just going to get it on the underpants, but Sheriff Taylor quickly extinguished that hope by hooking his thumbs into the blue dot waistband of Oipe's white cotton Penneys boy's briefs and yanked them down below Opie's knees.

Opie's three and half inch long, fat boy part bobbed up and down from having the waist band of his underpants tugged over it. David noticed Opie was circumcised, David wasn't. David also notice Opie's thing getting longer as Sheriff Taylor bent him over his knees so he laid on his lap, naked rear turned to the purpose.

"Now I normally whipe Ope like this, but when he was first learning how to take his whippings I had to move him this way." Andy told Mr. Bailey as he parted his legs and moved Opie so he was draped over Andy's left leg, having both his legs pinned by his Pa's right leg.

Opie put his hands back to his loer back, knowing this was the next step. As Andy took both wrists in his hands he pinned Opie down further with his forearm and elbo.

David couldn't help but see how helpless Opie was. David's eyes went to the strap Ope had gotten for his father. A fear gripped him, but he also was fiding he was excite by the prospect he was going to see Ope get a spanking. He still held hope that he could talk his father out of doing the same to him, after all, when Ope was done getting spank, surely, Sheriff Taylor would take him out and leave David's father and him alone.

"Depending on the situation, I sometimes warm Ope up with his age in swats with my hand, like this..."

Andy's hand rose and came down with sharp 'crack' right in the middle of Opie's ample, round, pale rear end.

David was shocked as he watched Opie's father spank him. Ope's butt was shwoing red hand prints and david couldn't help but watch with fear and fasination as Ope bucked, wiggled and grunted as his father spanked him soundly.

"After a good warm up its time for the real whipping." Andy said picking up the strap.

David's eyes stared at Ope's reddened behind and the leather strap his father had picked up. David had not really looked at the strap before, but now he saw it was two inches wide, 1/8th inch thick, 18 inches long with a wooden handle, an all together nasty looking spanking tool.

The effect on Opie confirmed David's estimation of the strap. When the strap whipped down across Opie's bared butt cheeks the boys let out a yell and his head bucked up harder than it ever had when he was being hand spanked.

"I give Ope three times his age with the strap or belt, paddle, stick, whatever I'm whipping him with or twice his age if he had a hand warm up." Andy informed Mr. Bailey and David as he continued to whip Opie with the strap.

Opie for his part was doing well to keep his vocal protests to semi-loud whimpers and cries. Tears flowed down his to his chin and his behind was taking on a purplish tone by the time the twentith stroke had landed. It was not the worst whipping he'd ever had, but it would do for now.

Andy stood Opie up and lectured him as he pulled his son's briefs into place, noticing Opie had lost his erection. Opie's jeans were soon in place and Sheriff Taylor stood up and turned to Mr. Bailey.

"It's all yours>" Andy said, handing the strap to Mr. Bailey and indicating the chair, looking pointedly at ten year old David.

Like a deer caught in the head lights of a on coming car, David could not talk or move. It was obivous that Opie and Sheriff Taylor were not leaving. Worse, it was obivious his father was determined to spank him.

"Come here David." Mr. Bailey said as he sat.

David couldn't move. His mind was running, hoping and already crying with the thoughts, "will he take my pants down? is he going to give me the same number Ope got? Will he just use his hand, or that evil strap."

His cognitions were interupted by his father pulling him to the side of the chair. His fear grew as he saw his father;s hands reaching to unsnap the snap of his white, Bill-the-kid jeans. The zipper followed and on one movement both the jeans and his jockey boy's briefs were down to his ankles.

Opie watched closely, rubbing his very warmed bottom. He had never gotten a good look at David's boy part. It was funny looking, there was skin over the tip and it stood kind stright out, but didn't look like it was hard. It was kind of small compared to him and Arnold. Opie was thinking how interesting it might be to get David to join his and Arnold's whipping club.

David was soon bent over his father's left thigh, head down and naked bottom up, legs pinnned and arms held tightly.

Swish, was all David heard before a fire brand was laid across his naked behind. He bucked and shrieked loudly, his pale bottom showing clearly its first stripe.

"Ah I always tell Opie how many he is getting before I start. He says it help him steel himself for the whipping to come." Andy advised.

"Oh. Well David. This has been a long time coming. You are going to get three times your age with this strap." He then continued to whip his boy.

Opie had never heard a kid scream as loud as David. "I guess his butt ain't so tough." Ope thought because David was just getting his first whipping.

David could not beleive how much his butt hurt. Each time the strap landed it was like having a red hot poker touching his butt. No matter how he tried to turn or flex his butt the strap still found its mark. He didn't want to scream and cry infront of Opie and Sheriff Taylor, but the strap just wailed it out of him. He lost count of the strokes and soon was limp, sobbing and buring where he sat down.

He felt himself being released and stood up. His hand went to his much reddeded young rear end. It was really hot and the were lumplu stripes all over it. He bounced, doing alittle naughty boy dance infront of his well spanked friend, his father and Sheriff Taylor, not caring just wanting the fire in his butt to stop hurting.

Opie had to work to keep from smiling as he watched David's dance, David's little boy part hopping up and down and his jewels bouncing around between his legs as he dance.

Arnold had been at the hardware store and heard the yelling coming from the woodshed behind the courthouse. He knew what that met and walked to the corner of the courthouse to see who was getting a spanking. He'd had a couple since the first, but never at the courthouse woodshed. When Opie came out Arnold smiled, he knew Opie liked to fool around after a spankiing, and Arnold was feeling a bit kind fooling around. But, when he saw David, his hopes went down, along with his boy part. He and David had never been really friendly. He was glad to see David's tear stained face and bottom rubbing, he knew what that meant. He caught Opie's eye and Ope knew what he wanted, but just gave him the "later" sign. "Oh well." Thought Arnold, but then he looked closer at David. "Maybe it would be interesting?"

Andy shook Mr. Bailey's hand. "Anytime you need that shed you just help your self."

"We'll do that. Won't we David?" Mr. Bailey replied.

David wasn't so enthusiastic about the idea. He knew now that Mayberry was going to be different.


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