A number of months after Craig had come and visited me, and we had "visited the woodshed" together, he called me on the phone and invited me to come and visit him for a weekend. His wife and son were going to go to their in-laws for some family event and he thought we could do some things. I agreed and was looking forward to it.
Saturday we were going to go to a baseball game. Craig was pretty excited because he was a great fan and he had gotten us some great tickets and he kept telling me to be ready to go. I was taking a shower and Craig kept telling me to hurry up. Finally, I guess he had waited long enough. Craig came into the bathroom and told me to get out of the shower. I told him just a minute. He left for a minute and I decided to finish up and get out. Just as I was finishing, the shower door opened and Craig was there, he grabbed me by my ear, just like he used to do long ago, and pulled me out of the shower and down the hall. I was totally naked, of course, and wet. I knew what was coming and only had to wonder how he was going to spank me, not whether he would. He took me into the kitchen and when we got there, he opened a drawer and pulled out a small narrow paddle. It was one of those paddles evidently made for kids, because it had a cartoon of a kid getting a spanking on his bare butt on it. I assumed that Craig used this on his son since I knew he spanked the boy.
Craig grabbed the paddle, pushed me over the kitchen table, held me down, and started spanking me on the bare butt with this small, but painful, paddle. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! It made a hell of a noise because my butt was wet and he was swinging hard, as usual. I was hollering a bit and Craig was whacking away, giving me a dozen hard smacks with this boy sized paddle.
"Now get in there and get dressed. We're late and we've got to get there. I paid a lot for these tickets."
Craig pointed towards the bedroom with his paddle. With no further argument, I went into the bedroom, quickly dried off, and got my clothes on as quick as a fireman. In no more than ten minutes, we were in Craig's truck, on our way to the ball game. He was still angry because I had delayed the start.
"I guess you still haven't learned to do what I say without arguing, have you?"
I guess I should have known better than to argue, but old habits die hard.
"I wasn't arguing, I was getting out, Craig." I responded.
"Now you're still arguing. When we get home, you're going to get the belt. So be quiet or you'll get it bare!"
I thought, this is going to be a great baseball game, thinking all the time about Craig licking me with his belt. At least, it made me shut up for a few minutes so Craig didn't get any madder.
When we got to the game, everything was pretty good and Craig calmed down, had some beers and we had a pretty good time. Near the end of the game though, Craig looked over at me and said, "You don't look too worried."
Without thinking, I said, "Why?"
Craig smiled, "Don't forget, you still got the belt coming. Maybe I should start it now." With that, he actually unbuckled his belt and start to pull it through the loops of his jeans. He only took it through a few, but I was embarrassed as though he had actually pulled it off. Then he chuckled and buckled it up. He didn't mention it again until he got in the truck on the way home.
Once we were in his pickup, Craig lit up one of his cigars. "When we get home, let's get the spanking out of the way so we can have fun. You know, it hurts me to spank you, whether you realize it or not."
I couldnt believe he was using that old line on me but decided not to argue with him about it. "Yes, sir" was all I said.
"No, really, " he said, "I just figure I'm like your dad and its my job. So when we get home, get into my son's room, get your pants down, and I'll be in to give you the licking after you have had a few minutes to think about doing what your dad tells you when he tells you. Understand?"
I nodded. "Yes sir, I do."
As soon as we got to the house and the door shut, Craig reached down, unbuckled his belt and pulled it off, doubling it up. "Get in there and wait for me!" This was a good sized black leather belt and it made me nervous. I hurried into his son's room, took my shoes and socks off, and then took my jeans off and laid them on the dresser. I sat on the bed in my briefs and waited. It must have been fifteen minutes until I heard Craig coming in. He had his belt in hand, ready to go and told me to turn over and lay across the bed. He had given me one of my first spankings this way so it brought back old memories. I started to get into position.
"Hurry up!" Craig smacked me across the back of my legs with the belt. I quickly laid face down over the edge and waited.
WHACK! WHACK WHACK Craig got quickly back into his old routine and rhythm. He kept it up for about 20 strokes. I was pleading as usual but it still did not good, he was deaf to any pleas when delivering a licking. Suddenly, to my surprise, he stopped.
"Okay, you going to do what I tell you quicker in the future, son?' Craig asked. It was an easy question to answer. "Yes sir."
"Alright, get up." I quickly stood up and picked up my jeans to put them on.
"Leave those right here, I am not totally done with you yet. Go in the kitchen and get that paddle I used on you and bring it into the living room."
I thought of arguing with Craig but was smart enough to keep my mouth shut. In just my briefs, I walked to the kitchen, opened the drawer, and pulled out the spanking paddle. Then I went into the living room. Craig was in his chair, just lighting up a cigar.
"Have a seat, son" Craig said, "You can sit, can't you?" I sat down on the couch. Craig didn't say anything, he just sat there and puffed away on his cigar. "Hand me the paddle, son." Craig said. I handed it to him and he smacked it on his thigh. "Doesnt' hurt too much" He said. He took another couple of puffs on his cigar. "You ready for the rest of your spanking?"
"Come on, Craig, I won't do it again." I pleaded. Craig smiled just a bit, and put his cigar in the ash tray.
"Okay, let's get this over with." He came and sat by me on the couch. "Get over my knees, son" I looked down a little embarrassed but climbed over his knees and laid across his lap. He pushed me around until my butt was just inside his right thigh and patted me on the butt with his hand. "I think we've got to get these out of the way" Craig pulled the back of my briefs down so my butt was exposed.
"Anything to say before I finish spanking your butt with this paddle?
"I'm sorry I was so slow to obey you"
"I know you are but this will help you to remember in the future" SMACK! A hard blow on my left cheek. SMACK! Right bun. Wow, this little paddle really hurt. SMACK SMACK SMACK "Ow, Craig, please." SMACK SMACK SMACK I was starting to kick my legs a bit. "SMACK SMACK SMACK 'Please, ohh stop" SMACK SMACK SMACK But he didn't stop, he kept going, spanking harder. SMACK SMACK "Oh, dad, please stop. Please" I cried. SMACK SMACK SMACK He was merciless when he spanked you, never stopping. SMACK SMACK He must have given me 40 licks with that _d_a_m_n_ little paddle on my bare butt. Finally, he stopped. He left me there, laid across his lap for a minute or so. I thought he was going to lay into me again, but he didn't.
"Ok, son, get up" I climbed off his lap and pulled my briefs up in the back, rubbing more sore butt good. Craig picked his cigar up and took a puff. "Alright, I think you've had your medicine, go put your jeans on." I scurried off to the bedroom and pulled my jeans on, though it sort of hurt when I pulled them over my sore butt. Craig didn't spank me the rest of that trip but I was pretty prompt to obey him so he didn't have cause.