I remember the spanking I got at age 14 it has always stuck in my mind. My Dad has always been fair but strict with me as I was growing up. This was how it should be. Maybe if more kids today got what I did the world would be a safer place to live in. This is a true story.
One day I was on the phone with one of my school mate's. The summer was coming to an end. School started back in 4 days and both my friend and I hated the thought of going back. Summer is always a time for lots of fun and freedom. School puts and end to that. We where both talking about how we felt about going back to classes and which ones we hated the most. My Dad was no where in sight so I didn't feel I had to watch my language. That was a big mistake.
My Dad believed that people didn't need to use swear words to get their point across. He is right but to a boy of 14 it is part of the school language used. Not to the teachers but to his or her friends it was the only way to talk, to do it any other way you would look like a wimp to your friends.
I was small for my age but what I gave up in height I more then made up in grades. This was hard for me. Being among the top kids in the State and small in size I needed a way to feel like I fitted in some how. I sometimes acted a lot tougher then I really was.
My friend brought up how much he hated gym. He hated gym cause he wasn't into sports. I had others reasons to hate it. It is true I wasn't into sports either but the real reason I hated it was because we all had to shower with all the other kids. At the time I was still physical immature. To a 14-year-old that is a big deal.
As my friend and I talked trash on the phone about gym I said the "f" word. As soon as I said it I heard my Dad walk into the room. He didn't say a word to me at the time but from the look on is face I knew he heard me. I tried to stay on the phone as long as I could because I was hoping that if I stay on the phone Dad would forget what he heard. Yeah right! After 30 more minutes my friend had to get off the phone because his mom need to use it. I hung up the phone I tried to go right outside before my Dad knew I was off the phone. I got one foot out the door and I heard
"ANDREW GET IN HERE NOW!"
All I could think at the time was how unfair it was.
I turned and walked back to the lounge where my Dad was sitting. My Dad looked at me and said "Andrew you know better than to use that language don't you?"
The only words that could come out of my mouth was 'Yes Sir I do." As I hung my head down looking at the floor. I always addressed my Dad as 'Sir' on these solemn occasions.
He didn't have to say a word as I knew what I had to do. I turned around and went to my room.
My Dad had rules that I had to live by. I knew the rules and I know the consequences if I broke the rules.
About 5 minutes later Dad came in my room and walked over to my bed and sat down. I slowly walked over to him. He sat there and gave me a long lecture about bad language. Then the words I really hated to hear came.
"Ok son pull down your pants and let get this over with."
I looked him in the eyes trying to plead my case. It never worked but I had to try it. I didn't argue with him because I knew that would only make it worse.
Slowly I unzipped my pants and let them fall to my knees. Then with pleading eyes I hooded my fingers in the waistband of my briefs and lowered them to my knees. For some reason I always sported an erection when I was going to get spanked. I quickly to put my hands in front of me but then I heard, "Son, hands at your sides." I felt so embarrassed with my 4 1/2 inch penis sticking straight out and a tingling of expectation in my backside.
After a short lecture Dad took me by the arm and pulled my over this knee. No waiting! SMACK! Ouch! Right in the middle so that both cheeks felt it. SMACK! SMACK! again over both cheeks. My bottom was burning and I knew I had a lot more to come. Dad was very methodical in his spanking.
Then SMACK! Right on the left cheek at the top of my bottom and with each smack he worked down my bottom that took about 8 smacks on the left side then he did the same on the right cheek. He then he finished it off with smacks starting at the top middle and worked down on both cheeks. By the time it was all over with my bottom was crimson.
I tried hard not to cry but by the time Dad had gone down my left cheek I was crying softly to myself.... as he started on the right side the stinging and burning had really settled in and I was crying out loud by now, tears started falling down my checks in my face. By the time Dad had finished the right side of my bottom I was crying loudly now.
The really painful part came next as he spanked down the middle getting both sides and the spanking was on top of the others ones (the spanking was overlapping the left and right side). Altogether 25 good swats and I can tell you he knew how to lay it on.
Despite the pain I still held my erection and as I was spanked, it was real hard and with the spanking over my Dad's knees it was rubbing up and down his legs.
Quickly I stood up and Dad told me to pull my pants back up. Still crying I reached down and pulled my underpants and pants back up. Dad just sat on the bed and waited for me to get it back together. As soon as I had my pants up and shirt tucked in Dad took my in this arms and held me for a long time till I stopped crying
My boy _d_i_c_k_ stayed hard even after I pull my pants up and sat on Dad's lap for him to hold me.
In a very soft but firm voice Dad asked me if I understood why he had just spanked me. I told him yes and put my head back into his chest and started crying again
After Dad left the room I unzipped my pants and pulled down the front of my briefs under my balls and I wanked off....