I am Jay. I am 13 years old and sitting in my room waiting to get my ass whipped for getting caught in a lie about spending the night at a friends. I did spend the night with a friend just not the one I told dad I was going to be with.
But this one is going to be different or at least can be different than any other whipping I have received. Dad said if I could think I could escape punishment. But I would have to think on my own with no help and no chances. If I couldn't think I would get one of the more severe thrashings of my maybe ten year career of getting my butt beat with "old spanky" as dad called his leather strap.
Dad has just told me to go into my room and he expects to see a naked ass waiting to be spanked when he enters in thirty minutes. I knew the spanking routine and it meant strip naked fold clothes and lay them on bed and as soon as he entered the room stand up bend over ang grab ankles. I must count the strokes never ask him to stop and thank him when he said we were through. I cant even count how many times my dad spanked me and the rules were always the same. Double the punishment if I try to get out of it in any way. But why did he give me this little out with no real instuctions. Is he setting me up just to pound my ass even more.
I knew this was going to be bad when I entered my room and laying on my bed on a towel were a wooden paddle, a fresh cut switch and "old spanky" all looped together by a shoe string. Setting in a silver serving tray on my dresser was a bottle of lotion, a pair of panty hose and a wreath made from a thorn bush. There was a small blackboard leaning against the back of the bed with the numbers 19, 200 and 33 written on it. I was afraid to even think what this elaborate set-up would mean for my ass. Dad was mad and said he was tired of me not thinking about what I was doing. And he was going to teach me a big time lesson. BUt what did all of this mean? I just couldn't figure it out.
Soon the bedroom door opened and my dad walked in. I jumped up walked towards him and bent over in the spanking position. Dad ask what I was doing and I responded "I am in position for my spanking can we just get it over with" I pleaded.
Dad said " Not so fast this time I told you I want you to think and we are going to do this up right. You will have much say in how this goes. Now you have thought this out like I ask you to . right?"
I knew he was going to really let me have it so I lied and said that I understand what he wanted and just go ahead and punish me but in reality I was confused. Seeing the extra spanking tools and all the hype I wanted just to get spanked and go to bed.
Dad told me to pick two items from the bed for a double spanking. "Just _f_u_c_k_ing great!" I thought _d_a_m_n_ I am going to get 2 spankings today. Well I knew the switch was out. I had never been switched but had seen the results on one of my friend's ass and legs. So I chose belt and paddle. Next he said pick something from the dresser to cover my skin with. I was not going to wear panty hose and the thought of thorns poking my ass didn't seem smart so I picked lotion. Last he told me to choose the number of stokes from the amounts written on the board. Naturally I picked 19 and 33 wich was far more than I usually received for any punishment.
After sealing my fate I bent over and ask my dad to whip me. He took the bottle of lotion and rubbed a large amount all over my ass and into the crack then more down the backs of my legs. Next he took the paddle and proceeded to give me 3 fast wacks on my ass. I stumbled forward but did not lose my balance. During the next five tears began to roll and by the next four I was sobbing but not daring to beg for mercy. As I started crying loudly he gave me rapid fire of the reaining seven strokes. My ass was on fire and I was dying to rub my ass but I did not. He allowed me to stand and take five before the strap.
I don't know if was kindness or torture but I stood there with my ass burning looking at the strap that was about to wreck havock on my yender butt. At about 4 minutes I just bent over to get the job finished. With each painful swish of the strap I was losing control a bit more. I was so angry with the way he had toyed with me. Was he taking pleasure in my torture. 33 wacks with a strap was killing me I was screamming but did not ask him to stop just shrieks of pain SMACK SMACK SMACK Oh God I could not stand this and I had 11 strokes to go. I fell down on the floor and began to roll on my back to escape the strap. Then I found out what the lotion on the legs was for. The last strokes placed 11 wide welts on my legs I was in agony I was screaming and crying. What I did next could have cost me my life but I screamed " I am thinking now I am thinking I think you are beating the _f_u_c_k_ out of me"
Instead of a continued strapping that I thought I would receive as soon as those words slipped out. My father picked me up and hugged me and told me sooner or later I would understand what he had just done. Then he said I was excused from rules for the next 15 minutes and could say anything I felt like without fear of punishment including swearing. So I stood there and yelled at him telling him there was no way I could have escaped getting my _f_u_c_k_ins ass whipped and he knew it.
My dad just smiled and said no matter how mad I was at this minute in a couple of minutes it was going to get worse. I thought he was going to take back his amnesty agreement when he said "what did I tell you about this punishment. I mean exactly"
I said " You told me I could avoid it if I thought. But I knew there was no way to do it. YOu had made to many plans with all the extra effort to punish me.
Dad said "Get ready to hate me and yourself. Don't speak just listen. We will talk later. First I said I expected to see a naked ass when I entered the room usually I tell you to go to your room and strip. Next I ask you to pick two items from the bed to get spanked with. You chose strap and paddle I would have chosen the towel and shoe string that were laying on the bed. Then I told you to pick something laying on the dresser to cover your ass with You picked lotion I would have picked the silver tray. Last I wanted you to chose the number of stojkes you were to receive from the numbers on the board. Again you chose 19 and 33 I would have chosen the two zeroes. But they were all your choice because you did not think.
My ass was still on fire and I was hopping mad but i began to laugh. My dad picked me up and squeezed the air from my lungs with a huge hug. Then me rubbed more lotion on my ass to cool it off. Then we went to DQ for ice cream. This is the one and only time my dad ever said he was sorry for being so tuff on me but I believed him. In the nec=xt six years I still received many good hard whippings from him. And a few times he gave me thinking chances to escape them. By different means each time but simple if I just thought. On all occasions except one I was able to come out with a white ass instead of a read one.