So, I felt myself squirming over Bob's lap as I waited in dread for him to stop his lecture, and begin my spanking. Sure enough, I heard his voice raise some, as he said "Now it 's time for you to learn a lesson about using this crap." Before he even finished the sentence, I heard the sound of the hairbrush striking flesh..mine, and then felt a sharp pain on my bottom, but before I could even react, I felt and heard several more whacks follow. I struggled some, as it had really begun to hurt, and felt Bob holding my body firmly, and my hand was now helpless to shield me from the whacks that followed. I knew I wasn't taking it very well, and felt my legs begin to kick against the pants and briefs that were uselessly around my ankles.
"Ow!" "Please, It hurts!", I started to cry out. It was growing worse than the first time, but now I knew how much it could hurt, and was beginning to cry out in frustration. "C'mon, _d_a_m_n_ it, it _f_u_c_k_in' hurts!!" I said at last and finally the whacks stopped.
"What did you say?" Bob asked me.
"I said it hurt!" I replied, with some sniffling.
"Yes, with some added language. Well its going to hurt a lot more before we're done!" and his words filled me with dread. It already hurt so much, and the hairbrush resumed its painful tour over my bottom.
"Please!!" I was almost yelling, "it really hurts, I can't take it!" I heard his voice reply, almost gently, while the hairbrush continued its relentless work,
"Howard, you will take it, because this is going to have to hurt." When I heard those words, I really lost it, and began to fiercely struggle and squirm to get free, but Bob was too strong for me. His years of manual labor, and his well developed muscles made my efforts, no matter how desperate, quite futile. My mind soon became numb and all my focus was on the constant pain, and all I could do was express my despair in kicking of my legs and my crying. Soon, even my struggling ended, and I went limp and was crying and moaning while my bottom was turned into a raging bonfire. Then he finally stopped, and he turned around to the desk, reached over, then I saw his hand place the joint down in front of me. " So, I told you that I would give your property back to you if you came here, and there it is. Go ahead and pick it up." I eagerly picked it up with my left hand, and immediately felt a vollety of whacks land on my sore bottom; I dropped the joint and the whacks stopped. Bob then gently said, "OK, go ahead and pick it up again, Howard." Gingerly, I reached down, and put my hand on it. and I felt Mr. Hairbrush again descend, delivering several hard whacks in succession as I dropped the joint again. Once I dropped it, the whacks stopped once again.
"What are you doing?" I sobbed.
"Just offering it back to you, since you want it so bad. Now, pick it up again!" Bob said. By now I knew what would happen if i did.
"No, I don't want to." I replied.
"I said, pick it up, Howard.!" he said firmly
"Please," I pleaded, I don't want to."
"Now, or else you'll get more whacks." I slowly reached down and grabbed the joint, the whacks began immediately, and I just as quickly dropped it. I was really crying, and looked down at the floor and saw many spots of my tears glistening below me. Now Bob put the hairbrush on the small of my back, I felt its hard surface resting there as a reminder. "OK, Howard, why don't you pick it up again?" I began to cry.
"Please don't make me." I pleaded.
"Why not," he asked softly.
"Because everytime I do, it hurts." I said sniffling.
"I see you are learning the lesson that everytime you touch that crap, you will hurt, understand?" he said sternly.
"Yes, sir." I said, with some snuffling in my nose.
"Good," he replied, "So now I'll give you several more to drive the lesson home." I started to cry out and kick my legs in protest, but he picked the hairbrush off my back and hard whacks pounded down on my chastened bottom. After those whacks, which were so hard, fell, he finally stopped. He allowed me up, and I had to walk to the bathroom with my pants around my ankles to flush the joint down the toilet. Needless to say, I missed the party that night.