David's dad woke up early the next morning. He told his wife all about his plans. How David needed to be torn down before he was built back up again. About his plans for the next week. While her recent conversations with Billy and Jeff's mom had convinced her of the need to start spanking more, and more severely, she was a little concerned about the humiliation part. Dad however, convinced her, if it got him away from that crowd he was starting to run with, she figured, it would be worth it. She was very pleassed with his rebuilding plans. She agreed not only to avoid interfearence, but to actively support her husband in this endevor.
Meanwhile, upstairs, David was in a deep slumber, having finally cried himself to sleep at 3 AM. His alarm clock went off and he hit the snooze button, it went off a second time, and once again without thinking, he hit it again. Finally on the third time, he looked at the clock. It read 7:01. All of a sudden, he rembered what his dad had said the night before. He scrambled out of bed and rushed to the bathroom to get rid of his morning piss hardon. He quickly brushed his teeth, lord, he could still taste the soap from the night before. He had to make a quick decision. What to be spanked with? He grabbed a belt from the closet and ran down the stairs.
He appeared in the kitchen, naked, with the belt in his hand. Tommy was sitting eating a bowl of Lucky Charms, Dad was reading the paper and drinking a cup of coffee, Mom was unloading the dishwasher. Sitting on the table was a bowl of cold baked beans. He hated beans, both for the taste and for the gas they produced latter.
Dad looked up at David and then looked at the clock on the microwave. It read 7:05.
"David, what did I tell you last night"
"To pick out what I was to be spanked with this morning, here I brought down this belt"
"What were you to do before you came down?"
"I forget"
"Nonesense, either you were not listening to me or you are telling me a lie, now what did I tell you to do before you came down?"
"To take a shower"
"Did you? Your hair is still dry and I didn't hear the water running"
"No, sir"
"So you disobeyed me"
"Yes, Sir but dad I over slept"
"Is your alarm clock broken?"
"No, I hit the snooze button"
"In other words, you chose to over sleep. Was that a good decision?"
"No, Sir but dad, I had a hard time getting to sleep last night"
"That is not my problem, you were told very clearly what to do and did not do it, did you?
"No, Sir"
"What time did I tell you to be down here?"
"Seven O'clock"
"What time is it now?"
"It's 7:07, sir"
"We have been talking for about 2 minutes, so we will call it five minutes late. We will deal with that, and your morning spanking, after you eat. You have until 7:10 to eat your breakfast which I laid out for you. I know it is not your favorite, but remember, you are being punished. It is however, nutrious."
David held his breath and winced as he sat down. He had not eatten in almost 20 hour now and was starved. He wolfed down the nasty bowl of beans, and washed it down with the glass of tap water his dad had provided. His Dad knew the effect that the beans would have durring the day. David was not going to be popular with his friends that day, and Dad wanted it that way. While David was eating, Dad went upstairs and picked out Davids clothes. To do so, he went into Tommy's room. He grabbed a pair of tennis shorts, ones that used to be Davids, but were now sort of too small for him and to big for Tommy. David could still fit into them but they would be tight. He grabbed a pair of Tommy's cartoon underwear. Even toomy didn't like to wear them anymore, but some of mom's shopping habits die hard. David could squeeze his but into these, but he would not be comfortable in them. When he changed for gym class, he was sure to get teased over having spiderman on his butt. Next he grabbed a white button down _s_h_i_t_ and a tie for David to wear. Dark socks and black penny loafers completed the ensomble. Next he grabbed the hair clippers from the bathroom. When David was younger, he used to give him burr hair cuts for the summer, but now David liked to wear his hair collar lenth, like the rest of the "cool crowd at school".
"David since you choose not to wash your self this morning, at least you can be wearing respectable clothing" Dad said as he laid out the clothes on the couch in the family room adjoinging the kitchen.
"But Dad, I'll look like a complete dork in that outfit"
"David, by this time I thought you would have learned not to sass me. If you had obeyed me, and done as you were told, you would have kept the right to pick out your own clothes for school today. You, however, made a bad decision when you hit that snooze button, didn't you?
"Yes, Sir"
"Now come over here ... give me the belt ... what do you have to say?
David thought about what he was thinking last night, to earn his dad's respect he would have to pay for it with his butt. Bravery, contrition and humility were the tools he had to try to win back his dad's love and admiration for him.
"Please sir, I have been very bad. I have not been respecting you, mom or my teachers. I have been acting very badly. Please use the belt to teach me how to be better."
Dad simled inwardly, perhaps some of this was starting to sink into his boy.
"Ok, David. I see you have brought me one of your belts. This was a choice that show that you are taking me seriously. A good choice. Because you made a good choice, I will give you another choice. You can either have the lines you have to write for me this afternoon cut in half, from 100 to 200, or you can have your pants and underpants all the way off this afternoon, rather than kept around your ankles the whole time. Which will it be?"
"Well it would still be very embarrasing for anybody to see me naked from the waist down, so i will take to fewer lines."
"Now David, what do you want to deal with first, your date with the belt, or the fact that you were five minutes late this morning?"
"the belt I guess"
"I will give you 12, one for each year, I want you to count them out. Now lean over the back of the kitchen chair and grab the seat. Do not get up until i tell you to."
"Yes Sir"
"Are you ready?"
"Ok Dad, I ready"
Dad grabbed the bukle and rolled the belt around his hand once, leaving a working strap of about two feet. He brought it down quick and hard right over the center of the butt. Right on top of one of the now fading welts from the night before.
WHAP "AARRGA one, sir"
WHAP "AAAAgh two, please dad I'm sorry"
on and on it went until Dad was done, once again David's butt was painted with red lines, the new ones thicker but not as deep as the welts from the previous night, tears rolled down David's face and made a small puddle on the seat of the chair.
"Ok David, you can get up now. Sit down on that chair. We still need to do a little work on your appearence before you catch your bus."
David winced and squirmed as he sat down, but he tired his best to sit still. He saw his dad pick up the hair clippers and attach the #3 guide. David said nothing as his hair was reduced to 1/4 inch long. Yes, He would look like the increadible dorkman, but there was nothing he could do about it. He just sobbed."
Dad brushed the hair off of his shoulders.
"There you look much better, much more respectible, don't you think so?"
"Yes, Sir" David answered glummly, give him the answer he wants to hear he figured.
"Ok, now to deal with your tardiness. Puntuality is important, it shows respect for the other person, it also makes the world much more efficent. You will do much better in life it you learn to be on time"
"Yes, Sir"
"You were five minutes late, Tommy, will you please go set the timmer on the stove for five minutes. I will tell you when to start it."
Dad sat down on one of the Kitchen chairs and motioned for David to come over to him.
"David, put your hands on the floor in front of me, now put your legs up on me... no David, like you are about to do a push up, only with your knees on my knees, one leg on either side of me... thats right David, now keep your arms straight. Since you were five minutes late, you will spend five minutes in this position while I spank you with my hand."
David felt this was the most humiliating position possible, his legs spread wide, his butt hole staring at his father, his _c_o_c_k_ and balls hanging down in full view.
"Tommy, hand me that tube over there would you, thanks... Now David, I ment it when I told you that I wanted you to remember you are being punished absolutely every minute today. The effects of this spanking would wear off in a few hours, however, this should keep the memory freash all day."
"What are you doing, Dad"
"I'm going to rub smome Ben Gay on you."
Dad squeezed a line out of the tube about four inches long on to his hand and then rubbed his hands toghether. Then he started to massage David's butt. He worked the liniment deep into his crack, and even down onto is _c_o_c_k_ and balls. The fire started to burn a new on the belt stripes and the switch welts. Even worse, his balls felt like they were on fire and his _c_o_c_k_ got rock hard. Not from an erotic thoughts, but just because the Ben Gay was drawing blood to the prick. David wiggled and sqwermend but there was nothing he could do in this position. If he reached up to grab his flaming prick and balls, he would fall falt on his face.
"Ok tommy, stat the timmer"
Dad used both hands to spank David, playing David's butt like a bongo drumm, doing his best Desi Arnez impression. Occasionally he would work his way down one thigh and then the other. He did not hit hard, but the cummulative effects of all the spanks, on top of the damage done by the belt and switch were very painful. All the while the effects of the Ben Gay were starting to sink it. David thought it would never end. When the timer finally went off, he barely heard it, he had stopped screaming and was now just sobbing.
"OK mister, get up and get into the bathroom"
David struggled to his feet, even his arms were sore from holding the pushup position for so long, but the felt no where near as bad as his butt and the back of his thighs. He did not understand why his dad wanted him in the bathroom, in his pain he had forgotten about the other things his dad had said the night before. His Dad followed him in. David looked on the sink and saw it, that made him remember. Reluctantly, but without being told, he picked up the bottle of ivory liqid and poured it on his toothbrush. His dad looked on as he washed his own mouth out with soap. David, committed himself to not swaering anymore, particularly at grownups. Dad was pleased that David was self disciplined enough to do it with out being told. He todl himself, "this boy of mine is making progress, he'll make me proud yet".
To be continued.