School out for the weekend, 12 year-old Eric Brown scanned the parking lot for his father's car. Since the divorce, he spent every other weekend at his father's house. While he mostly enjoyed these weekends, he didn't like how they started at all.
Spotting his father's car, Eric ran over to it. His father, George Brown, smiled and waived at him and Eric climbed in. The father and son engaged in idle conversation until they were almost to George's house. As they approached, George noticed Eric's apprehension.
"Don't be nervous, Eric. We follow the exact same procedure every weekend. Once the spanking is out of the way, we can have some fun."
"Do we have to, Dad?" Eric asked.
"You know better than to even ask that question, Eric. As a result, you will receive ten penalty strokes at the conclusion of the spanking. Now, I hope you remembered your journal."
"Yes, sir."
The car pulled into the driveway and Eric and George got out.
Eric glumly walked in the front door. Once inside, he reached inside his backpack and handed his father the dreaded journal.
"Go to your bedroom and get ready. I will be with you in a minute."
Eric walked upstairs to his bedroom. Once inside, he took off his socks and shoes, his shirt, and his pants. Then the boy put his nose in the corner and waited, his buttocks accented by his white underpants.
While Eric went upstairs to prepare for his spanking, George looked at Eric's journal. Shortly after he and his wife split up, George told Eric that he would still be punished for misbehavior. However, since he wouldn't be around all the time, Eric would have to keep a journal which his mother would have to sign every day. If Eric misbehaved, Eric's mother would note it in the journal. These notes would translate into spanks the next time he spent the weekend at his father's. Additionally, she would assign Eric a numerical grade for the day. If Eric was exceptionally well behaved, she would give him a "1." If he was absolutely horrid, she would give him a "10."
Each point translated into one stroke during Eric's spanking at George's house. Since George only had Eric every other weekend, this meant even if exceptionally good, Eric would receive 15 stroke (since George rounded up to the nearest 5). After all, George was sure that Eric would sometimes misbehave and not get caught.
George scanned the numbers from the last two weeks. Eric had been fairly good. For the last 13 days, he had received one "1," four "2s," six "3s, one "5," and one "7." George counted them up: 39. Additionally, the same day as the "7," Eric's mother had noted that Eric had disobeyed a direct command to take out the trash. George added ten more strokes for that infraction. After rounding up and adding the final ten strokes he had pronounced in the car, George calculated that Eric would receive 60 strokes during his spanking.
George walked upstairs to his waiting son.
"I calculated your points. Thirty-nine for behavior. Ten for not taking out the trash. Ten for questioning me in the car. Round up one. You're going to get 60 strokes."
"I'm sorry, Dad."
"No, you will be sorry. Get the hairbrush off your dresser and hand it to me."
Eric quickly complied. George sat down on the bed. Eric approached and handed his father the dreaded brush. George patted his lap.
"Over the knee." The boy stretched out. George reached down and pulled the boy's underwear down and off the lad's smooth legs so that Eric was completely naked. Eric's bottom was smooth and silky. All signs of previous spankings had completely faded.
Eric started sniffling. He knew that he was going to be good and sore before his father finished spanking him.
"Keep a count, son."
"Y-yes, sir," Eric stammered.
"Lose count, and you receive an extra five every time you do."
George raised the hairbrush high over his head and swung it downward with a mighty stroke
WHACK! "One." WHACK!! "Two." WHACK!! "Three." WHACK! "Four."
George looked down at his son's bottom, already starting to redden. WHACK! "Five. Ow, it hurts!" WHACK!! "Six. Please stop, please," the boy pleaded. WHACK!! "Seven." WHACK!! "Eight. You're killing me."
"You still have a long way to go."
WHACK!! "Nine." The boy was actively sobbing. WHACK! "Ten." WHACK!! "Eleven." WHACK!! "Twelve."
George methodically spanked Eric's bottom. Twice Eric missed a number. Twice George told him he would receive five additional penalty strokes. Every inch of the boy's buttocks was covered. His bottom started turning crimson. Eric bucked and cried as his father continued its onslaught. Finally, the seventieth stroke finished, his father dropped the paddle.
"All right, Eric. You know the drill. Half an hour of corner time and then you can get dressed."
Eric staggered to his feet and returned to the corner. He knew better than to rub his burning buttocks.