BAM BAM! I jerked slightly in bed at the pounding on my door, my dad's signal for me to get up. As I swung out of bed, I was suddenly reminded of last night's spanking by the dull pain in my ass. At least it wasn't on fire anymore. I still couldn't believe that at 17 I had been spanked to tears by my father. I wrapped a towel around my waist and wandered down to the bathroom for a shower. Then I remembered something that almost made me start crying again---I was to get another spanking today from my neighbor.
After my shower, I dressed and went to the kitchen to get some breakfast. My dad was already there reading the newspaper. Neither of us spoke as I got out the cereal and ate. As I got up to take my bowl to the sink, my dad put down the paper, looked at me and said, "Tony, I just called Bob and he said he was ready and waiting for you. So why don't you just head on over?" He then picked the paper back up and started reading again.
I jerked a little as he said that, and slowly walked to the front door and outside. I walked across the street, onto the neighbor's porch, and knocked on the door. When I saw who answered the door, I almost started laughing in relief. I had never really seen Bob before, and intimidating he was not. He was a good 2 inches shorter than me, rail thin and balding. He didn't look like he could lift a paddle, much less use one to any great effect.
He motioned me to come inside, and said "It's good to know at least some parents out there still teach their sons respect and maturity. You probably deserve this a lot more than you get it." By then we had walked into the small living room with a couch a few chairs, a tv and suchlike.
"So are we doing this bending over, or what?" I said rather _c_o_c_k_ily. I couldn't believe this little wimp actually thought he could spank worth _s_h_i_t_.
"Oh, we're not doing this in here, young man. Why don't you go into my study and wait for me there; it's the door over there" he said, pointing.
I walked through the door and looked around. The study was small, with a desk, a lamp, bookshelves, and two chairs--one of which contained one of the most built men I have ever seen. The dude was wearing a T-shirt and he practically bulged out of it his muscles were so huge. As I stood there gaping, Bob walked back through the door. "I see you've met my younger brother. He's visting me on leave from the army. He's going to be the one to teach you your lesson." He then took a paddle off the wall, handed it to his brother, and sat down behind the desk.
"Pants off and over my knee, punk" said the built guy.
I just stared at him in disbelief.
"Get your _f_u_c_k_in' pants off, you little _s_h_i_t_" he yelled. "You just added ten to your total."
I quickly kicked off my shoes and took off my pants, flushing in embarrasement. At least I was wearing a rather long shirt, and it covered me a little.
"Lose the shirt too," he barked. "I don't want it in the way!"
Before long, I was over his lap, ass up. "You were getting 50, but now it's 60." And with that, he brought the paddle down CRACK!
I cried out in pain; tears forming in my eyes. How was I going to take 59 more? Not with the slightest shred of dignity, as it turned out. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I writhed, I bucked, I howled, and finally, I just lay there and sobbed. I couldn't believe how bad my ass hurt; it must have been purple.
When it was done, I dressed slowly, and stumbled out of the room, still sobbing. When I got home, my dad met me at the door. "I hope this teaches you a lesson, son."
I nodded, still sniffling.
"There's just one more thing then," dad said. "Since your brother got a spanking intended for you, I would hope you have the honor to take one in his place. Shall we say the next time he deserves a spanking, you get it instead, no matter if it's tomorrow or a year from now?
"I guess that's fair" I sniffled.
"Let's hope for your sake your brother behaves. But after all, he is ten....."