My parents spanked me when I was a kid, and I remember getting a whipping with my dad's belt a couple times when I had done something really bad, but not after age 10 or so. Certainly not when I was 15. Which is why I couldn't really believe it when my friend Darrin said he had been paddled for missing his curfew.
I can't remember how we got on the subject, but a bunch of us, when we were freshman in high school, were sitting around the lunch table in the cafeteria when the subject of how we were punished by our parents, if we were ever spanked, etc., came up. Bob and Corey said they had never been spanked, just grounded and made to do chores, but the rest of the guys had some story or another about getting spanked. I didn't feel so embarrassed, then, to admit how one time my dad took me over his knee and spanked me in front of a whole bunch of people at a family picnic one time. Everyone got a chuckle out of that. I have to admit that I was following this particular conversation with much interest, being turned on by spanking as I already was at that age. Darrin talked about getting paddled, but I thought he was talking about when he was a kid like me. He was a little more wide-eyed and less jokey about the subject than the rest of us, though. I began to wonder a few weeks later when he had to rush out of our house after watching TV with me one night, saying he had to get back quickly or else his dad was "really going to give it to him."
After that, a couple months later, was when he told me and a couple other guys at school that he had been paddled by his father just the night before for missing a curfew. Wow, we told him, you've got a really strict dad. I had met Darrin's father a few times when I was over at his house, and come to think of it, he did seem pretty strict. I felt kind of sorry for Darrin and his rear end, but I was totally intrigued. I began to stare at his butt all the time and imagine him getting paddled. I even started talking to his next-door neighbor Charlie, who was also in our class, asking about Mr. Winchester, Darrin's dad. Sure enough, I found out that all the kids in Darrin's neighborhood knew that Mr. Winchester was really strict with Darrin and his younger brother Sean. Charlie said he was sure they got spanked all the time. I asked him if he had ever heard anything from next door, and he said he had several times. But I couldn't get any more detail than that.
Well, for whatever reason, and I'm sure it wasn't coincidence, I started spending a lot of time hanging out with Darrin at his house that year. Darrin and Sean were good-looking and popular at school, and the Winchesters were actually a lot of fun, even though I was a little afraid of acting too crazy around the parents. I got to hear their mom threaten them with a spanking from their father a few times. I saw a paddle in their garage one time, too. I couldn't imagine that their dad was using that thing on them.
And then I hit the jackpot. It was a really warm May night about 9:30 and I decided to go over to Darrin's to hang out and watch TV. I went around the back way towards Darrin's bedroom like I always did, but I stopped short when I thought I heard a cracking sound. I listened for a second and heard it again, and it sounded to me like someone was getting hit with a paddle. I carefully peeked inside Sean's bedroom window from a position I knew I couldn't be seen, and I couldn't believe it! There was Sean, with his pants and underwear down around his knees, facing the wall with Mr. Winchester right behind him, swinging a big paddle that connected with another sharp crack! against Sean's buttocks. Sean jumped up from the blow, and I could see his butt was totally red. My heart was pounding--I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I got to see Mr. Winchester give Sean one more swat, which made me jump reflexively too! Then Mr. Winchester left the room and Sean began pulling his pants back up. I watched him rub his butt a few times, and sat there wondering whether I should even bother hanging out with Darrin that night.
Soon I heard loud voices coming out of Darrin's bedroom, which was adjacent to Sean's. It had a sliding-glass door, and the curtain was half-open, so I moved over to get a view of what was going on. I saw Mr. Winchester yelling at Darrin, and he had the paddle in his hand! The next thing I knew, Darrin was walking over to the wall next to his bed, turning around, and standing there. I could hear his dad still yelling. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to see what I knew was going to happen, even though I felt sorry for Darrin. My heart was pounding with excitement.
Darrin dropped his pants, and then I saw him pull his underwear down to his knees and bend over. My heart almost stopped at that point! I was aroused at seeing his smooth butt bent over like that, but also really afraid for Darrin, based on how hard I had seen Mr. Winchester hitting Sean. That paddle looked like it was going to hurt. I held my breath as Mr. Winchester drew the paddle back and just kind of held it there for a few seconds, then layed it into Darrin's butt really hard. I heard the crack and winced myself. Darrin, I could see, had a big red mark on his ass from where the paddle landed. A few seconds later Mr. Winchester layed into Darrin again the same way, and then again a third time. I knew Darrin had to be in major pain, because he was crying out, and I heard him saying "sorry, dad" really loudly. It wasn't doing any good, because Mr. Winchester kept whacking him really hard, three more times. Darrin stood up and I could see he was pleading with his dad, but after a short exchange of words Darrin hung his head, turned back around, and bent over again. Mr. Winchester resumed swatting Darrin, whose butt was completely on fire. Each time I thought for sure Mr. Winchester would have to stop, but he just kept drawing that paddle back and landing it across Darrin's butt. I felt bad about it, but I was getting rock hard. I was kind of disappointed when Mr. Winchester finished and tossed the paddle onto Darrin's bed. My disappointment immediately turned to amazement, however, when Mr. Winchester started undoing his belt buckle. No way, I thought, and I really felt sorry for Darrin then. Mr. Winchester took off his belt, doubled it over, and began swinging it really hard against Darrin's already fire-red buttocks. I was afraid of Mr. Winchester at that point, and glad he wasn't my dad. He started bringing that belt across Darrin's upper thighs, and Darrin nearly jumped to the moon. After about a dozen strokes with that belt, he was done, and Darrin pulled his underwear back up. Mr. Winchester turned in the direction from which I was observing, and I thought he might be looking right at me, so I immediately ran. But you can bet I jerked off for weeks thinking about what I had just seen.