Ferguson Gets It All Explained To Him


by Eric Blyton <ericblyton@hotmail.com>

Author's Note: I was watching a rerun of the Nickelodeon TV show Clarissa Explains It All and I came to the conclusion that her little brother really could use a good spanking. Since the show's writers were not going to oblige, I decided to write a story myself. I've noticed that there are almost no stories about celebrities in MMSA Stories archive, so I've decided to try and add some. If you like this story, let me know. Also, let me know what other boys on TV or in movies need a spanking, and I'll see what I can do.

Ferguson Darling was laying on the bed in his room sulking. Earlier that afternoon he had been amusing himself by teasing his sister Clarissa. Dad had told him to stop when Clarissa went whining to him, but Ferguson being Ferguson, he had ignored him. It was just so much fun to tease his sister; she got so worked up over the smallest things. Dad had warned him again and he had actually stopped for a whole half hour, but then figured it was safe to start up again. Well, Dad had really blown his stack and proceeded to send Ferguson up to his room. What a drag! Now he was going to get the big lecture about teasing his sister and why couldn't they just get along together? Ferguson had heard it all before, and he knew what to do. Just sit there, look guilty and contrite and then apologize to Dad and Clarissa. After that if you stayed out of Dad's way for a day or two, you could pick up where you left off. The key was to look guilty or else Dad might decide to ground you for a day or so. The end result was that Ferguson had to sit in his room pretending to study his schoolbooks so Dad would see him doing something productive when he came in; that was always a good way to start the conversation.

But it had been quite some time since Dad had sent Ferguson up here and he had gotten bored and annoyed. When was Dad going to come up? Ferguson wanted to get the lecture over with so he could get out of here. If wasn't fair to keep him waiting when he had things to do.

Finally he heard his Dad's footsteps. 'It's about time!' he thought as he picked back up his history book and pretended to read. Dad came in and shut the door behind himself. Ferguson heard him pull out the desk chair and sit down, but he waited for his Dad to speak to him.

"Put down the book, Ferguson." Dad finally said.

Ferguson lowered the book and tried to put on his best guilty expression. He expected to have the lecture begin right away, but his Dad just stared at him. This was a bit unsettling, but Ferguson just waited for Dad to continue.

"You really don't pay much attention to what I tell you, do you?" his father asked.

Ferguson was confused now.

"Of course I do, Dad." he told him.

"I don't think so, son. You may hear me, but you don't listen. I tell you not to do something, you tell me you will stop, you apologize and then you go and do the same thing again. That just isn't good enough."

Ferguson was speechless. This was not going according to plan and he had no idea what to say.

"I'm sure you expected that I would come up here and talk to you, you would say you were sorry and go on your merry way. Isn't that right?"

"Well, yea Dad" Ferguson stammered.

"Well, I've tried that and it hasn't worked. I'm going to have to try something else; something that I've tired to avoid because your mother doesn't agree with it, but her way hasn't produced results. Stand up!"

Ferguson jumped to his feet. He didn't know what was going on, but Dad was sure pissed. He'd better cooperate or he was going to get grounded for sure.

"Take off your shirt and pants and be quick about it!"

Numbly, Ferguson slowly followed his Dad's orders. An idea was beginning to form in the back of his head, but he couldn't quite believe it. There was no way his Dad was going to do that to him. He couldn't figure out why he was having to strip down to his underwear, but there had to be a logical reason.

Ferguson pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the bed. The air felt cold across his bare chest and back as he went to work on his belt. Getting that undone, he pushed his jeans down and stepped out of them. He wore no shoes or socks so he was naked except for his white briefs. Dad solemnly watched him undress and Ferguson felt a little silly and embarrassed.

"Come over here and stand in front of me, son" Dad ordered.

Ferguson walked over and stood in front of his father. Dad leaned forward and looked him straight in the face.

"Son, I've tried being lenient with you, but honestly I think you've just taken advantage of me. Now you'll have to pay the price. I've decided to spank you and see if that has any effect."

A wave of pure fear swept over Ferguson. He couldn't have heard that right! His dad couldn't spank him, he was thirteen years old! Ferguson couldn't remember being spanked since he was about four. And he had heard his mother several times saying she thought corporal punishment was the same as child abuse. What was going on?

"But....Dad! Mom says...." Ferguson stammered.

"Your mother isn't here. She's gone out shopping to the mall and your sister has gone with her. There is no one here but us guys and I'm going to deal with you the way a man should deal with a boy. I trust you'll have enough sense not to go running to your mother when she returns. I'm respecting you enough to keep this private and not let your sister know, and so I trust you are smart enough not to try and play your mother and me against each other."

The small bit of relief that Ferguson felt about his sister not being there was lost among the greater realization that his mother was not there to save him. He saw Dad reaching for a paddle that was next to his chair on the floor. Where had that come from? Dad must have brought it in with him; Ferguson hadn't been watching and he'd been looking at Dad, not the floor for the past few minutes.

"Dad, no!" Ferguson protested. "I'm too old to be spanked!"

Dad grabbed Ferguson firmly by the waist and pulled him right up against him. Much to the boy's horror, he felt his Dad put his hands on the waistband of his briefs. Oh, no, this was too much! But he was paralyzed by fear and could do nothing as Dad yanked his underpants down to his knees.

"You still look like a boy to me, Ferguson" Dad remarked staring at his son's small, hairless penis. Ferguson blushed. "And naughty boys get spanked on their bare bottoms. You've been lucky up to this point, but I'm about to make up for lost time."

Like most red heads, Ferguson was quite fair, but his butt was day-glo white. Dad had grabbed his hand and was forcefully pulling him across his lap. In a matter of moments Ferguson found himself staring at the floor with his bottom pointed in the air. Dad had both his wrists in one hand to hold him in place and he had picked up the wooden paddle with the other. He could feel his small boy's _d_i_c_k_ rubbing against his Dad's leg.

"Ferguson, I want you to understand something. I'm not spanking you because you teased your sister. I honestly don't care very much about that. You're getting a spanking because you disobeyed me; not once, but twice. I'm sorry to have to do this, but I'm just not prepared to put up with it anymore."

Dad stopped talking, but Ferguson could think of nothing to say. The whole thing was so sudden and unexpected that his mental circuits had shut down. He still couldn't quite believe his Dad was going to spank him.

He felt Dad shift and he heard a rush of air.

WHACK! The paddle landed on his bare bottom with a stinging slap. He gasped but had time only to catch his breath before it happened again.

WHACK! It landed again, in exactly the same spot.

"Ow, Dad!" he protested, but his father gave him no verbal reply.

WHACK! This time it hit a bit lower, but still covered most of the same spot. His bottom was starting to burn.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Tears started to come unbidden to Ferguson's eyes. He was trying to squirm, but Dad held him firmly in place.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Dad's paddle was coming down everywhere on his bottom now. Both cheeks, high and low, were getting the blistering strokes.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Ferguson was yelping with every stroke. "Please, Dad!" he managed to gasp through his tears.

Dad started to talk, raising his voice to be heard over his son's wails.

"Are you...." WHACK! "going to...." WHACK! "do what...." WHACK! "I tell you...." WHACK! "to do...." WHACK! "from now on, boy?" WHACK!

"Oh, yes Dad! Please, please stop!" Ferguson begged.

"I think you got my message, Ferguson, but I want to make sure." Dad said as Ferguson felt him draw his arm back again.

"No, Dad!" he howled, but it was to no avail.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Dad's paddle came down unmercifully on Ferguson's exposed bare bottom, this last set coming down right on the middle which had already taken the brunt of the spanks. Ferguson was only aware of the horrible burning in his backside and the mild discomfort in his throat from screeching his lungs out. It took a moment to realize that Dad had stopped spanking him.

"Please Dad," he pleaded through his gasping crying, "no more, please Dad!"

"No that's enough Ferguson," Dad replied. "I think you've gotten the message this time. Just remember next time I tell you to do something what will happen if you choose to disobey me."

Dad stood Ferguson up and got out of the chair. He let go of his son's wrists and the boy immediately started rubbing his bare bottom with both hands. Ferguson had kicked off his briefs sometime during the spanking, so he was totally naked, but he was in too much pain to care. Dad put his hand on Ferguson's chin and raised it up so the boy was looking at him through his tears.

"Remember Ferguson, it would be better for all if we keep this between us. Don't make trouble for me and I won't make trouble for you. Understand?"

"Yes Dad," Ferguson managed to get out. "Thank you for not telling Clarissa."

Dad nodded and walked out and closed the door. Ferguson threw himself face down on his bed and sobbed into his pillow, all the while continuing to rub his bare, burning butt. In a few minutes he had control of himself. He couldn't believe that Dad had spanked him, and so hard at that! Thank God Clarissa didn't know. He would die if any of his friends found out! He was a bit mad at Dad and wondered what would happen if he told Mom. He knew that it would cause an argument, but decided it wasn't worth it. Dad would just be even more mad at him and he would find a way to get him back. And besides Clarissa would be sure to find out then. Ferguson decided the best thing was to keep quiet. His Dad had been understanding enough to keep it private so Ferguson would too.

He looked at the mirror on the wall and studied his bottom. It was as red as the hair on his head! Ferguson decided that he was going to mind everything Dad said from now on. He grinned slightly as he realized that his Dad had been right. Spanking did work; there was no way he was going to get himself in trouble anytime soon!


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