Too Cool To Spank


by Keith <Tarpin44@aol.com>

At 16 I was quite a large boy. I was nearly six feet four inches tall and 230 pounds. I was the schools basketball and football star and very popular at school. I thought I was just way too cool and I was the leader of "five pack" which is what me and my 4 buddies called ourselves. The only draw back in my life was a father that seemed hell bent on keeping me out of trouble. But try as he might I seemed to be able to find my fair share.

One Friday night after scoring three touchdowns and winning the game on a last minute 80 yard kick-off return I thought I deserved to celebrate. So the five pack "borrowed" a case of beer my dad had in the garage along with his truck and went to the drive in. I knew I would get in trouble for the beer but he would never find out about the truck. I may get grounded a bit and have some extra chores but I was the leader and I couldnt let the pack down. So I went on with the deed.

Needless to say my plans did not go exactly as planned. Asimple flat tire and a neighbor helping led to my down fall. Oh we managed to hide the beer fix the flat and make it to the drive in for the start of the movie. And made it home without any problems. Yes, we even beat my father home from his trip to see him mother.

As expected first thing in the morning I was asked what happened to the case of beer missing from the garage. My four friends had spent the night with me and they were all standing there trying not to make eye contact with anyone. Mainly for fear of laughter. I fully admitted that I had taken it and we had a small party out behind the barn. To my surprise dad shook my hand and said at sixteen he had done similar acts and there was no real harm done but in the future ask before I made any more decisions like this one. My friends mouths nearly hit the floor with these words comming from my fathers mouth.

We stollred out the door and halfway across the yard when I heard dad say "oh by the way I saw Tim Johnson at the coffe shop today. And he told me about helping you fix your flat tire."

Oh my God we are busted. I might lose driving priveledges now. He yelled for all of us boys to come back to the porch. He wanted to know how many of us had been in his truck and how many of us drank beer. One by one he called our names and we each answered "yes sir I did" So he invited us to a party behind the bard. I thought we were going to have to paint the wood rail fence that he had been after me for weeks to paint. But when we got there I could not believe my eyes.

"oh _s_h_i_t_ my dad is going to embarrass me by acting like he is going to spank me" That was my first thought when we rounded the corner of the bard and saw a rope hanging from an oak limb and it had a trhee foot section of 2x4 wood tied to it about six feet above the ground. Hanging from the clothes line were six 2 foot logs leather staps he had taken from the barn. He told us for drinking , driving and stealing we all five were going to get our asses whipped good. I had not been spanked for over three years and knew dad was only scaring us. But he sounded so sincere.

When he said listen and listen good we all thought he might be for real. He bellowed strip naked and the last one naked gets three extra stipes. My buddies all stripped 1st while I was still complaining. My friends all got whipped at home and knew if they didn't get it here it would be worse at home. So as I slowly took off my clothes and was still in my briefs I felt 3 sharp stings on my ass and I knew this was for real.

Dad told each of us to take a strap from the line and for me to grab the 2x4 and xI had better not let go. Then he told the other four to line up behind me. Each of them was to walk by and give me four strokes from the strap if they didnt crack loud he would give each of us three hard bonus stipes. I told dad I was way too big for this and was promptly rewarded with 5 new stipes along the edge of my ass. I coulnt believe this big bad leader of the pack was about to cry. But I held off no tears from me 1st. Matt was 1st in line to deliver blows to my ass. As gently as he could he swatted my asss and although it didn't hurt at all I let out a huge shriek of pain. Not fooling my dad for a second we each took turns holding the board while he warmed our asses with 3 sharp cracks of the strap.

We none were crying but all had red eyes and were dying to rub our asses but didn't dare be first and show a sign of weakness. But after 3 sessions of each of us giving each of us 4 hard slams with these straps we were all crying and promising that we had learned our lessons. Dad said this whipping was because we were such good friens and we had endangered our lives by doing something stupid and now we could all think about the pain we could have caused our families by feeling the pain we caused each other. Then he took his stap and really wore our asses out for the taking of his property. We each grabbed the board and took twenty five hard whacks on our already burning backsides. There was no faking our pride or toughness now we had tears rolling down our cheeks and were openly sobbing.

As we began to reach for our pants dad said not to bother but to put our hands as high as we could on the barn and not to move till he got back. "Oh _f_u_c_k_ what know" I muttered as he walked towards the garage and out of sight. Jeremy started to leave until his thin brother jared reminded him if he left now that my dad would tell their father and they would get it all over at home so he got back in line on the barn. We could here my dad rummaging through the garage and were dreading our fates. When he came back he had 5 of those little wooden paint stirring sticks. As a small boy I had felt the sting of these little weapons on my bare ass but I had to admitt they seemed kind of whimpy to spank us with now. But in our condition anything would add to our misery. He handed each of us one and told us to line up. We muttered and lightly complained but we knew it would do no good to argue. Then with a giant smile he told us to get dressed and pointed to 3 gallons of paint and 5 paint brushes and told us to get busy. We got four more group spanking before we finished high school but none were more rememberable than the 1st one.


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