(The following is a TRUE story. It took place several years ago as all my step-kids are now grown).
Bobby, who is one of my step-sons, had turned fourteen in April. A few days later I caught him smoking behind the big oak tree in our back yard. I am not one who jumps in to spank at the drop of a hat and wanted to handle the situation by pointing out the dangers as well as the addiction to tobacco of which I was well aware since I had smoked for over 20 years at that time.
I thought I had gotten through to him and didn't see any evidence for a couple of months when I caught him again. I put him on a two week house restriction which is one of three restrictions I used depending upon the severity of the offense. The other two being yard restriction and room restriction.
The same day, I purchased a pack of the strongest, non-filter cigarettes that I could find. I opened the pack as I normally would and put it on the dash of the car. The pack stayed there in the hot Florida sun for over two months when I caught Bobby smoking again.
"In the car and let's go for a ride," I ordered.
Bobby knew the tone of my voice and started to protest.
I started counting. "One......two...", he got into the car knowing that it was useless to try and argue against someone who was counting AND knew that if I got to five, the punishment would automatically be doubled as I would start counting to five again.
I slid behind the wheel and backed out of the driveway, heading for a small, private camping area out in the boondocks.
There was no conversation between us as I drove.
About forty-five minutes later I stopped the car and turned off the engine after traveling down an overgrown dirt road.
"Get out and sit in the shade of that tree," I said, pointing toward a large shade tree.
I grabbed the very dry, pack of cigarettes and headed over to where Bobby had sat down.
"We have talked about this before and now I catch you a third time. I'm disappointed at this," I said.
"Why don't you just spank me and let's go home," he said with a shrug.
"I'm afraid that wouldn't last very long" I said as I took out one of the cigarettes and lit it.
The cigarettes were so strong it would have knocked me off my feet if I hadn't already been sitting.
"Smoke away," I said, handing the cigarette to him.
Tears welled up in his eyes but I would not relent.
Bobby took it and took a long drag. As he inhaled, his eyes grew wide and he started coughing like crazy. He had not coughed while smoking "his" brand.
"Keep going," I said. "You wanted to smoke, so I'm letting you."
Bobby managed to smoke it and as he finished the first one I lit another and handed it to him.
He was not coughing anymore, but I could tell the pleasure was not there either.
We continued until over half the pack was gone. I let him take a break and talked to him again about the dangers of smoking. He was a little green around the gills.
I waited about ten minutes and lit another for him. Before he could take it, he jumped up and headed for some bushed and heaved.
"You're not through yet. You have eight cigarettes to go," I said, knowing full well I was not going to make him smoke any more at all.
Bobby sat back down and I handed him the cigarette. He started crying.
"Go ahead, you have several to go," I said.
He took the cigarette, held it and stared at it before speaking.
"Please spank me and don't make me smoke any more," he pleaded.
"Go get me three switches and if they're too small, I'll get one myself that I know ypou won't like," I said.
Bobby stood up.
"On your way back here to the tree, stop by the car and leave all your clothes," I said.
"Yes, sir," he said as he walked away.
Soon he was back at the car, stripping. Once totally naked, he brought the switches to me to check.
"Are you sure you don't want to smoke the cigarettes instead of getting the switching," I asked.
"Yes, sir," he said.
"Pick out the one you think I should use," I said.
Bobby looked at the three and set the smallest aside as being too 'puny'. Finally he handed me the largest one.
"Are you absolutely sure I should use this one," I asked.
"Yes, sir," he replied.
The switch was larger than my index finger in circumferance. I swung it through the air a couple of times as he watched.
"I don't like this one," I said.
Bobby turned and started to walk away. "Sorry, Dad, I'll get a bigger one," he said.
"No," I stopped him. "It's too big," I said as I picked up the middle sized one.
"Usually I tell you how many you are going to get with the paddle, my hand or the strap," I said. "Not this time. I will decide when you've had enough although you will get them in sets of five, as usual, and will keep your hands by your sides until I finish," I added.
Bobby bent over and grabbed his ankles and I gave him the first five stinging blows after which he was allowed to stand up and to tell me why smoking was bad for him.
I continued three more sets of five, making twenty, then picked up the smaller switch. I gave him a total of thirty, ten on the backs of each leg and five on the inner thigh of each.
"We'll take a short break and then do the other half," I said.
Bobby glanced at me surprised, since I very rarely gave over twenty at the most.
He decided to stand while I sat during the break. He kept his genitals covered as he had a full erectin by that time. Something I have never mentioned to this day but was surprised at the girth and of it's 7 1/2 inch length (true) at age 14.
I made him kneel down on one knee and to hold his genitals out of the way to give me a clear shot at an inner thigh. Then swap knees so I could get to the other thigh. I gave a total of five to each.
"Up and bend over," I ordered.
Bobby took the stance again.
I gave him two sets of five with the mid sized switch and let him go behind the car to masturbate. When he had finished, he came back and asked permission to dress. I had him go get his clothes out of the car and bring them over to where I sat.
"What have you learned today," I asked.
"Not to smoke, because it's dangerous," he said.
"And...," I asked.
"That you swing a mean switch, Dad," he said rubbing his buns with just a trace of a smile on the corners of his mouth.
I got up and hugged him and he hugged back tightly.
"Better get dressed, can't go back home like that," I said.
I have not seen him smoke to this day and I even offered to buy him a pack of cigarettes for his when he was older which he very quickly and emphatically refused.
If you want more of these stories, just let me know.
I DO NOT believe in "beating" any child, nor for punishing without reason, however, I do believe in the old saying of "Spare the rod, Spoil the child"; I also believ it is sometimes necessary to embarass an older teen in order to make a point if all else fails.
I have received some great shots of older teen boys and younger twenty's men with very red cheeks showing front and back. These are not studio shots but poloroid or 35mm home-type shots. Also quite a few showing shaved crotches (some before and after as well) of older teen boys and men who had misbehaved. In each case, the one who had misbehaved knew the photos were being sent and would be seen by me which added to their humiliation. These are NOT shots of young kids. (Sorry, but I will absolutely not pass these on as I received them confidentially).
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