I was driving home one evening, late as usual, when I saw the local police cruiser parked beside the road. In the little hick town that I live in I knew it could only be one person, Ted, the chief of police, who is probably my oldest friend in the world. We had grown up together and shared in just about everything that two boys can, we were so often together that we were almost like twins and got into a lot of childhood scrapes together. As we were together so often and both of our fathers agreed on disciplinary measures it had been decided between the two of them that whatever father happened to be handy at the moment would take care of punishing both boys instead of just his own son so Ted and I even shared getting our butts tanned together, many a time we both ended up across one father's or another's lap getting our bare bottoms warmed. His dad favored a belt while mine favored a wooden paddle so at least we had a variety of tools used on us. I decided to say "Hi" so I pulled my car over behind his, being careful not to block the radar unit sticking out of the back window, walked over to the passenger's side of the car and got in.
"Hey, Ted," I said, "catching many speeders?".
"Nary a one," he replied, "I guess I'm going to have to change my location, everyone knows this one by now. I'm about to pull up stakes anyway, I have to get back to the station, four boys are meeting me there for some alternative sentencing".
"What's that?" I inquired, "some sort of community service?".
"Well," said Ted, "I think I'm providing a service to the community, why don't you come along and see?".
I had nothing better to do so I climbed back into my car and followed Ted back to the station. Sure enough, there were four boys waiting on the steps of the station which was always kept locked when Ted wasn't there, if you needed to reach him you had to call the local dispatcher who would find him wherever he was. Ted got out of the cruiser and opened the door and let the four boys into the station, ushering me into the building as well and closed and locked the door behind him.
"You four know what to do," said Ted, "so get to it". The four boys filed into the back room of the station and closed the door behind them. My curiosity was killing me, what was going on here?
"These kids aren't really bad," said Ted, "just sort of mischievious like we were when we were kids. I caught them down by the old mill messing the place up last week and had to pull them in. I should by rights take them to court for vandalism but the paper work is a killer and not only that but they would have a record afterwards and I don't really want that. I called their parents and said that if they wanted to take their punishment from me instead I wouldn't take them to court and it would all be forgotten. All the parents seem kind of relieved that I would do this for the kids, it sort of takes the responsibility away from them. Do you remember what our parents would have done if we got caught wreaking some place?".
"I sure do," I replied, my bottom twitching a little even after all these years. I'm sure that this would have been a good, long, session across somebody's knee while I bawled my eyes out while my ass burned. Ted and I had spent many hours in that position, pants down while our father's blistered our buns. We got spanked so often I'm sort of surprised that we even have a butt left, they should have been worn right off of our bodies.
Ted led me into the back room of the station where quite a sight met my eyes. A long table was set up in the middle of the room and all four boys, naked from the waist down, were bent over the table gripping the far edge with their hands. Four white, teenage butts were pointed into the room and I could see tufts of dark hair emerging from a couple of the exposed cracks and the darker skin of their ball sacks hanging between their spread open legs. Ted reached behind the closed door and took down a leather paddle from a hook there.
Now this was a rather nice paddle, made of several thicknesses of leather with a blade about six inches wide by sixteen or so long with a thick handle on it and even a wrist thong for the user of the tool. It combined the sheer width of a paddle with the flexibility of a strap and looked like it would do the job very well indeed.
"Now you boys are going to get forty whacks each," Ted said, "and whatever you do don't let go of the table, if you do we'll have to start over". He walked over to the first kid on the left and took careful aim at the vulnerable and well presented rump.
"THWACK!!", the paddle made contact with the cringing bottom, leaving a red swath across it. Nine more times the paddle swatted the kid's bottom while Ted held him in place with a firm left hand on his back. He then moved down the line administering ten swats to each kid leaving their bums a nice red shade. By this time my _c_o_c_k_ was straining at the fabric of my pants and I was developing a wet spot from the pre-cum.
The boys took the first ten swats without a murmur but the second ten, delivered backhand, started the vocalizations. One of the boys started sobbing a little and all of them yelped when the paddle burnt across their hot bottom cheeks. Another ten and the noise increased in volume, all the boys crying now and one of them even leaking a little pee when the paddle burnt his bare and red bum.
Ted let them all rest for a few minutes while he lectured them on the errors of their ways and then started at the beginning of the line once more. The little rest had let their sobbing subside a bit but it also allowed the nerves on their bottoms to reset themselves so the next swats really burnt into their hides. Loud yelps of pain and wailing was combined with them bucking their asses all over the place trying to escape the blazing swats of the paddle. Some of them actually raised their legs almost to their backs with their legs spread wide, exposing their most private area to my view but none of them were paying much attention to me being able to see their boy-holes, they were concentrated on the blazing, molten flames burning on their bottoms. The one that had been peeing a bit really let loose and one of his buddies joined him and there was quite a puddle on the floor when the punishment was over. Ted then let them lay there for a while until their crying calmed down and then had them stand up with their hands on their heads.
When they turned around I could see that every one of the boys had a raging erection most of them drooling a silvery stream of pre-cum down toward the floor. Ted made them stand that way while he lectured them again and then let them get dressed and leave, warning them that if he ever caught them causing trouble again the spanking they got would make this one feel like pat the baby. Four very subdued boys dressed and left the station.
"Well, said Ted, "what do you think of my alternative sentencing?"
"Hell," I replied, "even I would pay attention to getting my ass tanned with that thing".
"I'll keep that in mind next time I see you driving a bit too fast," Ted said, "by the way, I did see you sort of ease through that stop sign the other day. I didn't call you on it then but what do you think?".
I didn't say a word, just kicked my shoes off and took of my trousers and underpants and bent over the table.
"Now you are going to get forty swats with this paddle," Ted said, "and don't let go of the table..................."