Jason is my best friend and I sometimes stay overnight at his house. One night, the two of us were watching the Monday Night Game of the NFL; his Dad had allowed us to do so, but also told us to immediately switch off the TV (Jason has got his own TV in his room), when the game is over.
I had already been zapping during commercial breaks and found out that they received some more channels than we did. I was fascinated by some foreign channels and so I did not switch off the TV after the match had been over.
Jason told me to turn it off because he wanted to sleep, but I zapped some more and came across some German TV station where they showed a movie about _s_e_x_. At first, Jason didn't want to watch it, but then he was curious and forgot at once how tired he had been just a minute before. So, the two of us were watching the entire movie, and for sure long after midnight we were still sitting in front of the TV.
We were so fascinated by the _s_e_x_ on TV that we didn't even notice how the door was opened and how someone was joining us in watching that dirty stuff. When we finally noticed the presence of Jason's Dad, it was far too late.
I switched off the TV, but Jason's Dad had already noticed what kind of things we had been watching. Jason started to cry. I was a bit surprised why he burst into tears, but as I was looking at his Dad, I found an answer. So far, I had only assumed that Jason still got spanked, but I hadn't known for sure, because whenever I brought up this topic, Jason tried to talk about something else. Now I knew that it was a fact: He still got spanked by his Dad.
- "Jason, you know that you've earned yourself a spanking by that !" Jason's Dad said. Jason was already sobbing now.
- I tried to save him: "I'm sorry, Mr. Baker, I know that I had to switch off the TV, but I wanted to see how many programs you have, because we haven't got so many and I don't know all of them. That's why the TV was still on. It was not Jason's idea, he asked me to turn it off because he wanted to sleep. I'm sorry."
- "Nice try, Randy, but not very helpful."
- "What do you mean ?"
- "Don't you think that I can guess why you say that it's only your fault ? You want to stop me from spanking Jason, and I can't spank you, so the two of you would get out of here unpunished."
- "See, I'm not at all keen on getting spanked, but ..... why can't you spank me?"
- "Because I had a talk with your Dad about how we educate our sons. We talked about spanking and he told me that he does not at all believe in this kind of punishment and that, should I ever use that on you, I would be in trouble. Don't say that he didn't tell you !"
- "I swear I didn't know that, he hasn't told me."
- "Anyway, the one who gets punished is Jason because I can't spank you." Jason cried even harder, although his Dad hadn't touched him yet.
- "Wait a minute, if I understood that correctly, you're gonna spank Jason just because you are allowed to punish him ?" I was getting angry. How could he be so god_d_a_m_n_ unfair ???
- "What do you mean ?"
Now he had really got me going: "I'll give you an example. Imagine, the two of us were playing football in the garden, and I would throw the football through your window and break it. Would you then say: 'Well, I would like to spank YOU, but as I'm not allowed to do that, I'm gonna spank Jason although it was not his fault but it's better than not spanking anoyone.'?"
Now, he was angry, too. For sure it was bold what I said, but if someone's injust, I'm getting really mad. "See, Randy you're my guest for tonight, but I'm asking you to watch your behaviour. What you said is something completely different."
- "No sir, it isn't." I insisted. "What I want to say is: It was my fault, so it would be very unfair if you spanked Jason for something I did. I am not at all looking forward to getting spanked, but I deserve it more than Jason does, and I can't let you spank him for something I did. And if someone spanks me or not is still my decision and not my father's. Besides, my father only brings you in trouble if he KNOWS that you spanked me."
- "Tell me a reason why you wouldn't tell him."
- "I would tell him if I thought I was treated unfairly. And in this situation, it wouldn't be unfair, because I know exactly what I have done wrong - would I otherwise discuss with you like that if I could just go to bed without caring about what you might do to Jason?"
- "And why should I rely on you that you're not gonna run to your Dad?"
- "If I told him, I would also have to explain why you did that: If you don't tell him that I was watching dirt on TV, I'm not gonna tell him that you spanked me."
- "OK, who am I to stop someone who wants a spanking."
- "I don't WANT a spanking, but watching Jason get spanked for something I did would hurt me more than a spanking ever will. And I like you and can't believe that you could be unfair."
Mr. Baker sat down on a chair and ordered me across his lap. He took down my pants, and started to spank me.
SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP !
After those ten beats, you could hear someone crying, but it was not me - it was Jason. "No Dad, you can't do that to him !" He sobbed.
- "Don't worry, Jason, I'm fine." I said. I was fine indeed. The spanking was not too hard and as I knew exactly what I was getting spanked for, the only thing that could make me cry was the pain, which so far still was bearable.
SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP !
I started to moan a bit, because my bum was starting to ache and the beats were beginning to be quite painful.
SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP !
I felt the heat in my bottom rising in my body, and Mr. Baker showed me how many nerves I got in my ass, because each of them was telling my brain that it was in pain.
SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP ! SLAP !
I started to wonder why I had allowed him to do that to me, because it was starting to be quite serious. But I knew that it was only fair what happened to me, and that it would've been very unfair if it had happened to Jason.
Having delivered about 70 hard slaps on my poor bottom, he stopped. I was quite thankful because I had promised myself that I would not cry and he had not been too far from making me do so. My bottom was really sore now and hurting terribly.
- "Now look at that, Jason, he was taking his spanking like a man. Why are you always crying like a baby ?"
That guy was setting me up once more. As if I hadn't brought myself into enough trouble for tonight, I answered for Jason: "Because spankings are not always as fair as this one."
- "Would you be so kind to explain what you want to say ?" He looked upset.
Oh dear, I should really take care that the communication between my bottom and my tongue works better, because my tongue was doing things my bottom would've loved to stop it from. "I want to say .... that.... see... I had not known so far that Jason still gets spanked by you, but what I know is that he always reacts quite allergic to this topic. This makes me assume that the spankings he gets from you are not always fair."
- "How do you dare to say something like that !?!"
- "I'm sorry, I didn't want to insult you. I mean, I'm your guest tonight and I know that the things I say make you angry, but I have just witnessed how you were about to spank him for something that was mainly my fault. A spanking like that is useless. A spanking is fair and deserverd if the one to get spanked has really done something wrong, and if this is not the case, a spanking is not only worthless, moreover it destroys its own sense. If someone experiences getting spanked for something he hasn't done, how do you want to teach him that if he gets spanked, that always is a punishment for misbehaviour ? I would also cry if I got spanked and thought it was unfair."
He grabbed me by the arm and put me across his lap again. He delivered some very hard slaps, and my bottom quickly was on fire again. I kicked my legs and shouted at him to stop and that it was unfair. "Well then, go on talking, Randy. I was just trying if you were telling the truth", he grinned.
- "What else should I say? I think you understood what I mean." I was happy that he was not as angry with me as I had feared.
- "Yes, I think so. You've showed me some interesting aspects from a kid's point of view I hadn't thought about so far. But the problem is that kids usually think that spankings are always unfair - so how should I avoid this problem of a spanking that is useless and destroys it's own sense if it's only "wrong" from the kid's point of view?"
Before I could answer, Jason - who had calmed down now - joined the discussion. "You should talk to me before." He said. "I.... well....." He stopped.
- "Go ahead, Jason, please tell me how we should solve that problem. Whatever you're gonna say now; I'm not gonna spank you for it, so just say what you think."
His father was learning quickly. This had really been worth a burning bottom of mine.
- "I would just like to have a chance to defend myself before. You sometimes don't even ask but just spank me, although having listend to me before would've answered some questions. There are sometimes spankings where I can't complain that I get them, but I hate you for the undeserved ones."
His father looked at him quite surprised. He understood now what was the problem between himself and his son, and he knew what he had done wrong. "I'm sorry, son. I promise there won't be any more spankings without giving you a chance to defend yourself before."
They hugged, and I sat down in my bed on my burning butt. His father thanked my for telling him my opinion about spankings and I was glad that he was not at all angry at me for criticizing him.
From that day on, Jason didn't avoid this topic anymore; and he even started accepting spankings if they were well-earned. His dad kept the promise he had given him that night, and the change of Jason's opinion towards spankings also had a fantastic consequence for me: If I misbehave towards him or the other way around, then it also happens that we spank each other. Or sometimes just for fun..... but those are other stories.......