(This is part of a group of 25+ true stories posted here, taking place throughout my life, childhood to present day. Like all others in this series, these spankings took place as written here. This story marks the fifth of a series of teenage punishment spankings that took place as I was raising my family. All of these spankings took place as a result of an unusual event, requiring an immediate spanking. Plus, all of them involve a boy or girl, not part of our family. This story took place the following late March, after Tom, Jimmy & Paul's spanking for their "Indian Raid" during our September float trip in "Z3- Teenager's Whipping." It is recommended that you read "Z1 - Tom's First Spanking" before you read this, to learn the characters of this story. Scroll down to the bottom of this story and click on my blue lettered name for all of my stories.)
It was early Saturday afternoon when Sharon & Vi called me at my den/office. They were in the city shopping with our four kids, and Vi's oldest daughter. Tom & Ralph were on a father & son weekend excursion to another friend's family farm. Vi was worried about the youngest daughter not answering the telephone, and asked me to run up and check on her. I agreed to do it and decided to walk up to their house instead of drive.
Vi's youngest daughter, Julie was a handful. She was a 12-year-old, that looked like she was 16. She was 4' 11", black hair and flashing brown eyes. Her body was the delight of all the seventh & eighth grade boys. Unfortunately, Julie had an attitude that went with her blooming _s_e_x_ual awareness. Her mother had nicknamed her "JAP", (Julie's asshole Personality). She had spent a lot of time at our house, and I had turned her over my knee a couple of times in warning, but had never really spanked her....though _d_a_m_n_ed she needed one from the first time I heard her mouth off at her mother.
Just before I got to their house, their next door neighbor stopped me to discuss the upcoming little league baseball season. In trying to talk to him, it was very evident why Vi hadn't gotten through to Julie; the stereo had to be cranked up all the way. Plus, I saw a boy's bike parked inside their open two-car garage. I recognized the bike as one my little league athletes, Eric.
Eric was the living epitome of the "preacher's kid", all boy and full of mischief. His Dad was a really nice man, a true man of God in every aspect of his public life. Unfortunately in his private life, he was in the middle of a divorce with his wife of almost 20 years, and his denomination sent him into our semi-rural area to start a new church from scratch. His son was a neat kid. In baseball he was a fearless catcher on my son Mike's team. In football he was a kick ass linebacker for a 14-year-old. He was all ass and legs, and he drove through kids in our blocking and tackling drills. At 5' 7", his 130lbs body was tough. Plus, he had a real _s_h_i_t_ eatin grin on his face all the time, and the attitude that went with it. I had spanked Eric once at my house, along with Mike, over a pond violation. His large buns had really reacted to the paddle at the end of the spanking.
As the neighbor and I got through talking baseball, I asked him how long Eric had been in the house. "Oh gosh. I would say since about 10:30." I began to wonder what the "preacher's kid" and "JAP" had been doing for almost 3 hours. Instead of going in the front door, I quietly went in through the garage door to the kitchen. All the stereo noise came from the basement family room and was so _d_a_m_n_ loud as to be ear splitting intensity, even one floor away. Plus, Vi's incense containers were lit throughout the house. Somehow, I got a parental feeling that all was not right downstairs and slipped off my loafers and quietly, carefully and slowly went downstairs. It was quite a sight for three of my five senses.
Julie and Eric were lying down on the carpeted floor, with a thick comforter as a make shift mattress. Julie was wearing only her white bra and panties. Eric was down to his white briefs and socks. Julie's bra was pushed up, revealing her developing young breasts. Eric's Carter's brand boys white cotton briefs, were pushed down in front, his developing manhood at full attention. They were passing back and forth between them a small glass pipe, obviously lit and full of a recent vintage of Missouri's largest cash crop. When Eric would get the pipe, Julie would play with his _c_o_c_k_ and balls. When her turn came with the pipe. Eric started playing with her bare tits and cotton covered pussy. They were having so much fun with eachother; it was going to be quite a contrast to what was about to happen.
"HAVING FUN GUYS!!!!", I yelled through the sound of the stereo and haze of wacky weed smoke. My voice only got through to one mind, Eric's. In one motion he jumped up, pulled up his briefs, his erect _d_i_c_k_ tenting the tight, white fabric. All he could do for a couple of seconds was look at me in panic and look down at Julie, still not comprehending that they had been caught.
"CCHHRRIISSTT. OOHH Hi Mr. Parker", Julie stammered as the pipe went under the comforter and her hands went to her bra, tugging it back down. She too quickly rose to her feet, grinning sheepishly and curling her toes in the comforter, as she played with the white & pink waistband of her thin, white cotton panties.
I motioned for Eric to turn off the stereo and for Julie to bring the pipe out from under the comforter. Both complied quickly, Julie's hand shaking as she gave me the pipe; it's contents still smoking. I ordered Eric to go upstairs to Ralph's workbench and bring me a hammer. I ordered Julie to fold up the comforter. As she did that, I went over to Ralph's desk and got a blank envelope. Eric came down the stairs, hammer in hand.
"OK guys. Each one of you is going to sign and date this envelope", and I gave Julie the envelope and my pen. She signed it and gave it back to me. I exchanged the hammer with Eric and he too signed the envelope. I handed him the pipe.
"Eric, wet the end of your thumb and put it on top of the pipe bowl", I quietly ordered. He did as he was told and in a few seconds drew his thumb back in pain, as the grass's embers still burnt his thumb.
"Give it to Julie and you do the same Julie", I instructed. Julie did hers a lot slower, but the results were the same. She yelped. I motioned for the pipe and she gave it to me. I put the pipe in the envelope and sealed it. I put the envelope on the fireplace hearth and tapped the pipe inside to bits, with Ralph's hammer. I left the envelope and hammer on the hearth, as I got Ralph's desk chair and moved it closer to a fidgeting Julie and Eric.
"OK guys decision time. In that envelope is the evidence of your little escapade today. You both signed it, and you both know how your parents feel about kids and drugs. So the real issue is simply this. Do we tell your parents and let them deal with your screw-ups, or do we settle it here and now in this basement. If we tell your parents, I will be as detailed and graphic as I can about what I saw you two doing when I came in here today, with both sets of parents, with you two standing in front of them.
Eric I know your Dad will paddle your butt purple and probably ban you from baseball this summer. Julie, who knows what your Mom will do, but she will probably go along with what I recommend. It is now almost 2PM. At 2PM your Mom is going to call you Julie and she is going to want to talk to me to see why you didn't answer the phone when she called earlier.
So it is decision time guys. Any minute Julie's Mom is going to call. It is up to you two on what happens next. So what is it going to be? Do I punish you here and now, and it goes no further, or do we drag it out and bring your parents into it? Which is it?"
Talk about squirming and fidgeting. Both kids looked at eachother, then looked at me, then looked at the floor or ceiling....and finally me. Eric spoke first.
"Are you going to spank us?"
"No, I am going to spank you and paddle you both. Eric you have been there once, this one will hurt worse and more embarrassing, because it will be done in front of Julie. But, I would imagine your Dad's will be worse than mine." I looked at him nervously playing with his underpants and glancing at Julie. She spoke next.
"You won't tell my Mom or anybody else", she asked, also fidgeting with her underpants and curling her toes under.
"No I won't Julie. But, if either of you pull the wacky weed crap again, the cops get this envelope. Do you understand me young lady?", I barked as she shook her head 'Yes'.
"What will you tell my Mom", she asked.
"I will tell her that you and Eric were listening to the stereo so loud that you couldn't hear the phone. And that would be the truth. And that is what you need to tell her when the phone call comes." As if on cue it rang. Both Eric and Julie looked at eachother in panic. They both shook their heads 'OK' and Julie picked up the phone.
"Hello", and then Julie got an earful from a worried mother. After the explanations were made I got handed the phone.
"Is she telling the truth Jason? I don't trust Eric. I didn't know he was coming over. But, I didn't tell her she couldn't have anyone over. Is the house all right? Is anything damaged?", I felt like I was listening to a machine gun full of questions. I calmed her down, without lying to her.
"Jason, I want you to take Julie over your knee and bust her butt as warning from me. I know this is not like me, but I am so pissed, I am glad I'm not home. Warm her panties. I want to see tears still in her eyes when I come home. Would you please?"
"OK Vi. Let me see if I've got this straight. You want me to spank Julie on panties is that right? I may have to pull her panties down, OK?" Surprisingly she agreed and demanded to speak to Julie. I could tell from the expression on Julie's face that she couldn't believe what was going to happen....with her Mom's urging. Tom's spanking last fall evidently didn't bother her. Julie hung up the phone and began to look scared. She was about to get her first spanking and paddling from someone she knew really did give real punishment spankings.
The family room had a full wall covered in antiques of various design and style. One of the areas of the wall contained a selection of old fashioned butter churning paddles. These items were all one of kind, hand made from many years past. They look innocent, but the shape, thickness and roughness make any a mean spanking paddle....a real mean one. I pulled off one of the smaller ones, about 12" long, 4 inch handle, the butter blade about 3" wide. They looked wide-eyed at the paddle as I set it down on the floor next to Ralph's desk chair. I sat down and cross my arms over my chest and began.
"I want to punish you guys once for what took place here today, so that you will not want to do it again. Two spankings apiece. For playing around _s_e_x_ually, a hand spanking on your underpants and bare butt. For smoking dope, a hard paddling on your underpants and bare. Since next week is spring break, I am not going to worry about gym class showers and how your buns look. They will be sore to sit on for 2-3 days and look bad for 4-5. I am going to take turns doing this, so that it doesn't happen all at once. Julie come here." I ordered.
She started to sniffle as she walked over to me. I motioned her over my lap and she fell across my lap. I adjusted her hips and smoothed out her tightly stretched white panties. The leg openings creeped up her butt about an 1", and her legs twisted nervously as I raised my hand.
"Splat" The first swat landed dead center middle and she groaned. The next two landed on each cheek and her legs kicked. By the seventh swat she started crying. I stopped at twelve and pulled her to her feet, she was openly crying and begging.
"Julie stand with your hands on top of your head, and don't even think about rubbing your butt. Do you understand?" I swatted her left thigh and she jumped and shook her head. I motioned for Eric.
He dropped across my legs and I adjusted his briefs to cover his buns. The elastic waistband and leg openings framed his big buns as a tight white target.
"Splat" His first swat landed down low, right on his brief's crotch mark. I landed two more hard swats to each cheek. Almost no reaction. I landed 9 more hard hand swats to his cotton-covered butt, with little reaction. I pulled him up and gave him the same orders as Julie. But, I rolled his brief's waistband over two times, and I pulled up his brief's back, exposing some pink lower butt cheek. I motioned Julie over.
She begged and pleaded as she resumed her OTK spanking position. This time I gave her two dozen swats, instead of one. She really was kicking and bawling by the end, her white panties a tint of pink. As she got up, her hands shot back to her butt and I swatted her bare thighs twice, hard. She jumped around and put her hands on her head. It was Eric's turn.
His tightened briefs offered less protection than Julie's panties on purpose. His butt was tougher, and his briefs were thicker. I wanted to even the odds so to speak. His second 2 dozen swats got a reaction. By the fifteenth swat he finally began to cry. His briefs had creeped up during the spanking, exposing a good 2" of butt. I made sure a full dozen landed on the area where his butt cheeks and thigh met, the tenderest part to spank. At the end he was bawling like a little boy. I adjusted his briefs two more times, exposing the start of his ass crack. I tugged up his briefs, covering up the crack, but exposing a lot more lower ass cheeks, a set of red ass cheeks.
Julie resumed her position, crying and begging even more. This time she really got 3 dozen hard swats. I sent her legs kicking and her body bucking by concentrating four hard swats at a time on specific spot. Her panties folded into her clenching ass crack at this new sensation of spanking pain. She dropped to her knees and sobbed at the end of this set of swats. She slowly got up and put her hands on top of her head.
Eric was softly crying as he resumed his OTK position. His briefs now offered little protection for the lower half of his butt. The four adjustments pulled his brief's leg openings up his red cheeks about a third of the way up his butt. Two dozen swats landed on the bare the same way as Julie's, spiced with a dozen on the cotton covered upper cheeks. His legs kicked as much as Julie's. He was bawling and begging when I released him, and he slowly stood up with his hands on top of his head. His briefs had creeped up even more and were creased into the ass crack of his crimson buns.
"The hand spanking on your underpants is done. After your paddling, I will finish off your hand spanking on the bare." I picked up the paddle and motioned for Julie. She didn't move. She stood their stamping her feet and begging. I got up and pulled her quickly across my lap. She put both hands back, trying to protect her panty-covered cheeks. I put her left arm between my back and the chair back, and my left hand locked her right wrist just above the pink & white lace waistband of her white cotton panties.
"CRACK" The butter paddle flattened her right cheek. Her legs acted like pistons as the paddle flattened her left check. "CRACK" She now sounded like a banshee as the paddle visited her quivering and clenching cheeks ten more times. She was hysterical when I pulled her up and I had to place her hands on top of her head. I pulled her panties down to her thighs and pulled Eric across my lap as I sat back down.
I smoothed out the creased fabric of his briefs and picked up the paddle. I ordered him to give me his right wrist, and I pushed it into his lower back. His twelve paddle swats ignited a real fire in his partially covered buns. He literally bucked up and down on my lap as I slowly paddled each cheek of his multi-colored buns. I pulled his briefs off and dropped them on the floor and then pulled him up, putting his hands on his head.
I pulled Julie across my lap as her panties dropped to her ankles, exposing her flaming cheeks, jackknifed over my lap. I paddled her bouncing buns twelve more times, as her squirming, twisting and kicking exposed everything to Eric's teary eyes. She slowly got up, sobbing as she placed her hands on top of her head.
Eric bent over. His red buns clenched tight as the first paddle swat landed on his left cheek, high up, causing him to arch his entire body in a bow shape as I quickly landed another high up on his right cheek. Now he didn't have time to think about clenching his butt, and I paddled him ten more times, leaving him bawling and limp over my lap. I raised him up.
I looked at both of them standing in front of me sobbing, with tears flowing down puffy cheeks, legs squirming to try and quiet the roaring fire in their butts.
I pulled Julie across my lap and gave her twelve more touch up swats with my hand. She stood up, knowing that it was over. Eric quickly got across my lap and I focused my swats on his tender upper thighs, displaying all his manhood to Julie in a bouncing manner as I gave him two dozen instead of twelve. He got up and immediately put his hands back on his head.
"OK guys up to Julie's parents' bedroom. Don't touch your butts." As they quietly started for the stairs, I picked up all their clothes and the envelope and hammer. In the bedroom, I pointed to the bed and they flopped down on their stomachs next to eachother, crying into the soft bedspread. I found some ointment in the medicine cabinet and spent a half-hour rubbing the cream into their hot cheeks, as they slowly stopped crying and started listening to my lecture. I let the ointment sink in and then sprinkled talcum powder lightly on their butts and inside their briefs and pulled them back on. I had them turn over and I asked the questions that in away I didn't want to hear the answer.
"Eric, where did you get the pipe and weed?" He looked at me with a surprised expression and turned to Julie and nodded.
"Julie?"
"Tom", she whispered quietly.
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