I read my boy Rick's psuedo text diary once again...
My sophomore class has, of course, P. E. as a requirement. I usually shower after school, at home, but today, it was hot as Satan's fart, and after P. E. Class I was pouring sweat. I had no choice but to shower with the rest of the class, even though my butt would be so obvious. It just wouldn't do to go through the rest of the school day dirty as hell like that.
My sweat shorts were riding up my legs, even my socks and sneakers were moist with sweat. I peeled off my T-Shirt and threw it in the dirty basket. The other boys stripped completely at this point and walked to the showers. No one has any qualms about showering group naked. But I was well aware of the post-spanking sensation under my shorts. I mean dad really laid into me last night; it was the hottest punishment I ever got! Anyway, I played it off and didn't completely strip. Instead I walked to the water fountain and took my sweet time drinking. When I bent over to sip the water, my sweaty sweat shorts hugging my butt made me all the more well aware of how visibly red it was.
By this time, all the other boys had stripped and were in the shower area. So I discreetly finished stripping and walked over to the showers. It didn't help. I knew everyone still had a chance to notice my evenly red butt. No one didn't really comment except Paul, my study partner.
"What was it the paddle or the strap? Or bare hand?", Paul asked when everyone was putting on their school clothes.
"Shut up, Paul."
"But it's so red..._d_a_m_n_" I turned my back away, but Paul just followed my backside. "That must've been harsh."
"Shut up, Paul." I bent over to pull up my underwear and Paul touched my center butt.
"Yeah, it's hot man!"
"C'mon, asshole!" I yelled, turned and pushed him away. He laughed.
We dressed and finished school that day.
Wow, Rick's diary is starting to turn me on! Anyway, Rick DID come home that day. Of course, I get home before he does, and I went through his room to look for any reason to spank him, especially now that I am being extra hard on him this week. I found some unfinished homework under his pillow. That's an odd place to put it, almost like a hiding place, eh? If it was just on his desk I would've passed it by, but since it was hiding, I looked it over more thoroughly and noticed a due date of yesterday.
I heard the door open, obviously Rick. He threw his backpack on the floor and went straight to the couch. He lay on his back, knees bent, the heels of his sneakers next to his butt. He was wearing a red T-shirt and black gotcha shorts, about mid-thigh length, and they were nicely seductively revealing his smooth, white 15 year old legs, especially in the position he was in on the couch.
I walked downstairs and checked him out. His bag thrown there on the floor, and his dirty sneakers on the couch. "Look at this, Rick! You're so messy and careless! Get your feet off the couch and take your bag up to your room and wash up!"
"Oh, GOD, dad..." I quickly picked him up, turned him the other way, bending him over the couch arm. I started laying into his ass with my bare hand.
"OK OK OK!!!" He was yelling, kicking his legs.
I rested my hand on his butt and held him in that position. "Ok, Rick. I want you to be less careless and messy. Now pick up your things, wash up, and go to your room. I'll be there shortly." He went up, and I got myself a chilled glass of water. When I got up to his room Rick was ready. I went in, closing the door behind me. I took his past due homework out from my pocket, unfolded it and said "What's THIS?"
"Where'd you get that?" He asked. I hate questions answered with questions. I quickly pulled down Rick's shorts and bent him over my knee in one swift move. I was sitting on the straight back chair in the room. I threw off his shorts and briefs and placed my hand on his red butt. He was already kicking his legs and pleading me not to spank him two days in a row.
As I used my middle finger to entice him, I told him "Not turning in homework calls for a spanking."
"MMM...I'm sorry, dad..."
"You know I'm being hard on you for your own good, and I want you to be a better boy, ok?"
"Please..." SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK!!!! I spanked him for a good 10 minutes, enough to get him crying. Then I rested my hand on his bottom again.
"Ok, that's enough for now, but remember, I'm not going to be so easy on you from now on. You do all your homework now, ok?"
"But..."
"OH, Rick!" I spanked him 15 more times.
"OWOWO OWW OW!!!"
"OK, RICK?"
"YES DAD, please, yes, I'm sorry!" And I let him off easy that day.
But I interrupted the diary with all of this. Let me continue reading the rest of this story Rick was writing here...
I can't believe my dad spanked me again when I got home. He had to have gone through my room to get that homework assignment! Then he spanked me in my room but only a little. So I had to jack it off when my dad left my room. I love it when he keeps his hand on my butt and lectures me. Anyway, later Paul called me up to study for the test tomorrow. So I went over to his house, of course.
"What's up, Rick?" He asked me. He was wearing those new plaid cotton shorts, cut a bit above the knee, and his plain T-shirt, and sneakers and socks much like mine. He's a little taller and bigger than me, but he doesn't look older, and he's just as hairless as I am.
"Nothing much. Parents aren't home, are they?"
"Nope. We are the only 15 year olds around with an empty house! Hahaha!" So we went to his room and pulled out that thick-ass history book. We started studying, but our minds quickly shifted direction. "I can't believe you get spanked by your dad", he commented.
"So? You don't?" I came back.
"N, no. I just get grounded, and stuff. What is it like?"
"Well, let's see. It hurts..." I replied sarcastically.
"He uses a chair like this, huh?" He pulled out a straight back chair and sat on it.
"Yeah, I guess."
"Does he pull you all the way over, like this, or...?"
"You ask to many questions, Paul."
"No, seriously does he just grab your arm and pull you over?"
I got up to put the history book back away. Obviously, we weren't gonna study.
"Yeah he does..."
"Just like...?" He grabbed my arm and pulled me, a little harder than he thought he did. Before I knew it, I was over his lap, butt in the air. Paul reached around my waist and held me firm. I grabbed onto his ankle and the chair leg for "balance" even though he was holding me firm by the waist, and I started kicking my legs.
"What are you doing Paul??? Let me up!"
"I guess, yeah, he can just spank you like..." He didn't listen to me. He put his hand on my butt, then sort of lightly slapped it. "Hey it's easy to do this!"
I tried to wriggle away, but he held me firm and then spanked me a lot harder.
"Ow, Paul! My dad just spanked me!!!!"
"Really? So it's worse...?" Paul pulled off my shorts and briefs, so I was bare over his lap. "WOW. Yeah, it is! Jeez..." Then he just started spanking me, bare handed.
"OWWW!!! STOP OUCH!!!!! PAUL!!!" He kept the spanking up until I was bucking and kicking and crying.
"Does that really hurt?"
"AHHH! Yes, yes" I said in between sobs. "especially since I just had one today and yesterday!" There's something about a spanking that gets you talking more freely.
"Are you gonna be a good boy, Rick?" He asked.
"Whaat?" SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK!!!!
"OWW!!!!"
"I said, are you gonna be a good boy?"
"Yes, yes. Please, yes."
The rest is fuzzy. We stopped that. He let me up and made me lay face down on the bed while he rubbed some oil on my butt and that felt so good. But after all that, he just told me he can spank me any time now, and that he can be like my second father. It was sort of like a normal study day at his house after that, but I felt a little different and left a little earlier than usual."
...
So that's why Rick came home earlier today! Well, I can't let anyone know I read his diary so I'll have to let Paul keep spanking Rick for now...
Wow. I didn't get nothing like that when I was a kid.
2-b continued!!!