As I watched my dad slip my suspenders off my shoulder, unbutton my jeans, unzip them and then pull them and my underpants down below my knees I realized snapping my sister in the face, with a bush branch, and breaking her glasses, was not the smartest timng I'd ever done in my ten years on this planet.
Dad pulled me to his right side. My eyes were glued to the 18"x1"x3/4" heart of redwood stick he held in his hand. How many times was I going to feel it's firey touch across my naked rear end before I learned to behave? Dad pressed me down onto his lap so I bent across his knees, head and feet down, bare butt up.
Mom and my two sisters walked in as dad rested to stick on my soon to be blazing rear. Not unexpectedly, mom went to the changing table in the corner of my room and took out the diapers and baby pants which would finish my punishment, sis would get to do the honors no doubt.
I was distracted from the thoughts of being humiliated with babypants, ducky diaper pins and cloth diapers, by the sharp THWACK sound of the stick building a fire on my naked butt. I grutted, holding down the yells, screams, howls and begging which would soon be cooked out of me by the fire stick now rising for a second stroke across my unproteced ten year old buttocks.
Smack, ooohhh, smack, ooooooh, smack, oowwwww, smack, OOOWWWWWW, smack, HOOOOWWWWL. Tear ran, pleas were give for mercy and I wiggled, squirmed and bounced at the stick played out its dance of fire from the tops of the backs of my legs to the top of my fleshy round bottom cheeks. Each stroke providing a string of buring heat across both of them. Clenched or unclenched the pain was the same, the sting awful and the hopelessness of it stopping until all thiry strokes had been administered as defeating as the last spanking three days before.
When the last spank was laid in the middle of plump young behind, Dad put the stick down and stood me up. At the end of his lecture, during which I was allowed a naughty boy dance and butt rub, then I was sent waddling over the changing table were sis waited to do the honors with my diapering.
After I was dreesed again I was allowed to go out and play. As normal I found a quiet place alone and tried to find a comfortable position for my bottom to cool and my pride to heal. I wondered if I could make it the rest of the month without getting another spanking?