Matthew was jerked back to the present situation by the slamming of Rolf's hands on the table, as well as the stern voice. He was scared. He didn't remember seeing Rolf so angry for a long while. The last time wasn't even directed towards him, but he was in the same room. Todd's partner Stephen had come over, rip roaring drunk. Rolf had no problem with people drinking, but he was steadfastly against driving under the influence. When Rolf also realized that Todd was out in the car, he lit into Stephen like there was no tomorrow. Matthew watched, stunned, as Rolf reduced Stephen to a blubbering child in no time flat. Matthew had been spanked by Stephen before, so he was a little excited, being able to see him reduced to tears himself. He had never seen Rolf punished though. That's when Matthew realized that EVERYONE listened to Rolf, not just himself. It made Matthew a little proud, knowing that he lived with "The" man, but there was a downside. Matthew was held to higher standards, and punished harder when he made a mistake, like today. Matthew knew that Rolf expected an answer, but he couldn't just admit to it. His stomach was churning beyond belief. He knew what was coming, but wanted out of it so badly.
"Look Rolf, I was only going 5 miles over the limit, on our own street even. (He'll never know.) Nobody ever does 25 like it's posted. I just happened to be the one they caught. It was really no big deal. I went down and paid the fine. Since it wasn't such a big deal to me, I just forgot to tell you. I . . . I think you were out of town for a couple of days and I just never remembered to tell you when you came home." Matthew knew he was saying too much, trying to cover up his mistake with some mistruths, but he couldn't just sit back and do nothing.
Rolf continued to stare at Matthew with eyes of steel. Matthew loved Rolf's eyes. He had the most beautiful blue eyes, filled with laughter. But not now. Now Matthew would do just about anything NOT to be the center of Rolf's attention. He just wanted to curl up in the nearest hole until the storm blew over. But no, the hurricane of Rolf was picking up speed and heading straight for him.
Rolf began a long, stern lecture on the law, why it was there, why it had to be obeyed, etc., etc. When he finished with that part, he lectured Matthew on the importance of truth in any relationship. Matthew may not have lied, (he did, but Matthew wasn't about to admit to it), but he didn't tell Rolf what had happened, knowing that he would definitely be in big trouble. That was the next best thing to a lie, and Rolf would not put up with that behavior. The whole time that Rolf was lecturing him, Matthew was repeatedly told to look at him, so that Rolf knew he was paying attention. Matthew felt like a ten year old. He wanted desperately for the lecture to end, but not really, because then the punishment would begin. Rolf had never lectured to him for so long, and Rolf's anger never seemed to diminish. Matthew was so ashamed of himself, and so afraid of Rolf's punishment that he wanted to just throw up.
"Alright Matthew, I think I've said enough. If you had any doubts about your behavior, I hope that I have cleared them up tonight. Now, I think it's time that I reinforce my message across your backside, leaving you with a good, lasting reminder never, EVER, to do this crap again. Hand over your keys. You won't be needing them for quite a while." Matthew got his keys out of his swim trunks and handed them to Rolf. He had never had his keys confiscated, and was wondering exactly what this meant. He wasn't about to ask any questions right now though. "Go to your room. I will follow in a little while. I suggest that you enjoy sitting while you wait. When I get finished with you tonight, sitting will be a long distant memory. Now go!" Matthew said yes, sir and quickly walked to his room. He was never so glad to be out from under Rolf's gaze. He was relieved that the lecture was over, but now he had to wait in nervous anticipation for Rolf to come spank him. He knew it was going to be bad, but he had no idea just how bad it would be, or when it would start.
Rolf waited until he heard Matthew's door close, then went outside. He was so very angry with Matthew and his behavior. There was no way he could go punish him now, not as hot as he was. He wanted to get his message across, but not injure Matthew. How could Matt have put him in this position? He had lectured for so long, and so vehemently, that his throat was parched.
Rolf came back to the house about 20 minutes later. He had cooled down enough, and wanted to go ahead and get this business over with as soon as possible. He was almost dreading it more that Matthew was, but not quite.
Matthew was about ready to throw up. He had never been this nervous before a spanking. When he thought back to earlier today, it scared him to death. Rolf had never come taken Matthew home from anywhere before. Matthew had never seen Rolf so upset driving in the car. The lecture was the longest he had received, and left him feeling so ashamed he almost wanted to cry. Rolf took his keys, something he had never done before either. And most times when Rolf was mad, he didn't lecture, he just sat down and the spanking started. Was this a new twist in their relationship? When was he coming back, for crying out loud. Matthew was tired of feeling so nervous. He just wanted to get his spanking over with so . . . . . . Matthew heard Rolf walking down the hall. The footsteps stopped at his door. Matthew wanted to bolt, but there was nowhere to go. The door opened and in came Rolf. Matthew looked immediately to Rolf's hands, to see if they held the paddle. Thank God, no. Nothing. Ok, ok, what does that mean?
Rolf walked to the end of Matthew's bed. "Come here!" he said in a very stern voice. Matthew walked slowly, dragging his feet, because he knew he was about to be a very sorry, very sore, little boy. Rolf towered over Matthew's 5'10" frame. "Look at me" and Matthew raised his eyes to Rolf's. "I have thought long and hard about your punishment. You have no idea how angry you made me tonight. There is absolutely no excuse for getting a speeding ticket. No excuse whatsoever. What was the fine?" "A .. .. .. a.. .. .. hundred dollars" replied Matthew. "Then I think that 100 licks with a belt would be sufficient to remind you not to speed again." Matthew went pale. "No, please, no I can't handle it. I've really learned my lesson, please not the belt, not 100 with the belt. Please." Rolf continued on as if Matthew hadn't said anything. "I also want to make sure that you remember never, ever, to keep anything from me again. For lying, I'm doubling your punishment to 200 licks with the belt. I hope that will leave a lasting reminder to mind what I say." Matthew, if possible, got even more pale. He was terrified. 200 licks, with a belt at that. There was no way, no way he could take that. "Please oh please Rolf, no, I can't take it. Please, I'll do anything, please." Matthew fell into Rolf, hugging him around the waist. Rolf hugged him back for a second, then decided it was time. He freed himself from Matthew, and put his hand on Matthew's chin, guiding his eyes to his. "You will receive all 200 licks that you so deserve, but not at one time. I've never punished you like this, but you really pulled a stupid move this time. You are on restriction for the next month. You will be allowed out of the house only for work and school. You will ride the bus, because I am keeping your keys until I know you have learned your lesson. During your restriction, there will be no phone, no television, no computer except for homework. You will be on your best behavior during this month. Any misbehavior on your part will earn you a quick, sound spanking, no questions asked. Your 200 licks will be given in four sets of 50, beginning tonight, and each Friday for the next three weeks." Matthew was stunned. He was going to be a virtual prisoner! He knew he deserved to be punished, but oh my, not 4 severe strappings and restriction. "Young man, I want you to turn around, drop your shorts and bend over the bed. I suggest you grab a good handful of sheets, because your hands had better NOT come back and get in my way. Do it!" Matthew jumped at Rolf's tone of voice and turned around and pushed his shorts off his butt. His bed was a tall one, so when he bent over, he was at a perfect 90 degree angle, his bottom in perfect position for the belt. Matthew had started to sob, knowing he would be screaming way too soon. As he bent over, he heard that dreaded belt being unbuckled, then the whooshing sound as it was brought out through the loops. Sweat popped out on Matthew, but he was chilled to the bone, shivering in nervous anticipation. There was nothing for Matt to do but wait. No more lecture, no more questions. He wanted to turn around so bad, so he would know what was happening. "Matthew, I want to hear you count each lick. I want to make sure that you are thinking of nothing else but your punishment. Is that clear?" "Yes (sob) Sir." He heard a whistling noise, and before his brain could relay to him that it was the belt through the air, the first lick landed. The belt was old, and very pliable. It sunk into his crack, and wrapped itself around his right cheek. The crack it made stunned Matt. He felt the numbness, then yelped out "One" when the pain followed an instant later. _d_a_m_n_, Matthew thought. That belt had not been doubled over as usual. Rolf must be at arms length, swinging with all the strength he could muster. CRACK, again, close to but not touching the first welt. "Two" Matthew could hardly draw a breath. He already had tears in his eyes, and his spanking had hardly even started. CRACK, across the fleshy part of his bottom, right where you sit. Matthew cried out "Three."
Matthew's hands gripped the bedsheets with all the power they could. The strap kept on falling, with Matthew crying out the numbers, trying so very hard not to let go of the bed, trying to stay in position, but moving with every stroke. He was up to 10, crying his eyes out, begging and pleading with Rolf to stop. Rolf continued, and Matthew ran out of breath except to yell out the number of licks he had received between his cries of pain. By 30, Matthew was sure that his backside was dripping blood, shredded like cabbage. But, no, it was just getting so very red, so very punished. He still had 20 to go. He was ready to die. He couldn't remember a belting so bad before. His butt must be three times larger than normal, and brighter than a neon light. Rolf kept the strap coming down. By the time he had reached 50, both of them were tired. Rolf loosened Matthew's grip on the sheets and pulled him up into the bed. Matthew lay across Rolf's lap with his face buried in Rolf's chest. He cried and cried, Rolf, patting Matthew on the back and saying it was over, it was ok now, just cry it out. Matthew lay like that for 15 minutes. Rolf told Matthew it was time for bed, and got up. Matthew buried his tear stained face into the pillow, still crying like there was no tomorrow. He couldn't believe that this was only the first of four strappings that he was to receive. There was no way he was going to be recovered from tonight in time for next Friday's date with the belt. Finally, when Rolf checked on him an hour later, Matthew was asleep.
Rolf went back to the living room to finish nursing his beer. He was not looking forward to the next three weekends, but he knew he had a duty to perform. Matthew needed to be kept on the right track, no matter what.
The end.
This is my first foray into writing. Let me know what you think.