After Jim Culvert spanked Lee with his hairbrush, tranquillity reigned in Vancouver. Lee was obviously really trying hard, both at work and at college, to do well and to please both his uncle and his parents. He hadn't told a soul about his spanking, it had left him utterly shocked for 24 hours then he had realized, as he had hoped, that his uncle hadn't given the game away either. It was something between them. Lee was a good kid, cheerful and obliging, and he toed the line for two months. Only once had he been bratty, when he left dirty dishes around the kitchen and his uncle had asked him, twice, to tidy them away.
A half hour later Jim had passed the kitchen and seen them still sitting there. Lee was sprawled out on the couch in a track suit watching the television. Jim said, in a normal tone of voice, 'Lee, I have told you, twice now, to clear up behind you, I am going to tell you now, for the third time.'. Lee gave him a glance and a half hearted sort of nod, Jim's next remark got the kid's full attention however. 'Lee, do you want to make a trip upstairs to your room to fetch the hairbrush ?'. Lee was up like a shot, shaking his head and said 'No, sorry, I'll do it right away'. Jim smiled once Lee had left the room.
That brush was still sitting on Lee's bedside table, he knew because he had seen it there when he had vacuumed yesterday. Lee couldn't miss seeing it, staring him in the face, two or three times a day. It was enough to keep a, sometimes rebellious, seventeen year old on the straight and narrow.
Nothing lasts forever though and, a week later, Lee momentarily forgot that his uncle's house wasn't a place to slip up in. Jim was something of a workaholic, to ensure he still had a social life he did his extra hours in the morning, usually at his desk by 6 AM. He realized that this was unrealistic for Lee, as a trainee, so Lee took the bus to the office, to arrive by 9AM. On the day in question Jim had forgotten some files and had to make a trip home to pick them up. He walked into the house to find Lee, hair still a little damp from the shower, putting his tie on in a rush. It was 9.30 and the office was a half hour away by bus. Lee had sat up half the night playing around in his room on the Internet and slept through the alarm.
Jim's arrival startled him and he had a look of guilt on his face. He had succeeded in covering up late arrivals a couple of times before but he was caught red handed (and red faced) this time. Jim was in a hurry so he didn't waste any time in accusation, he simply said 'Fetch the brush, and be quick about it.' Lee started to protest, 'Uncle Jim, you don't nee...'. Jim cut him off, 'Lee, you have been warned very very clearly, I intend just to give you a short warning this time but if you start a pack of lies now I am quite prepared to do a re-run of what you got in February'. Lee fairly ran up the stairs. By the time he came back, with that _d_a_m_n_ed brush, Jim had pulled a chair into place and was seated, waiting for him.
Jim held out his right hand and Lee gave him the brush. He simply pushed Lee, fully clothed, across his lap. Lee was relieved that it seemed it was not going to be as awful as last time, then his uncle pushed him right over to his left so that Lees head and shoulders were both resting on the ground, his legs were up in the air and his weight was over his uncle's left knee rather than his right. Jim took one look at Lee's plump backside, his tan colored trousers were very tight and the outline of his jockey's could be clearly seen beneath them.
Jim whacked five times on each cheek consecutively, hard and with quite a bit of wrist twist, but nowhere near as hard as the first time. Lee bucked around, bicycling the air with his legs. Jim then repeated the procedure, twenty swats in all, and in less than two minutes Lee found himself back on his feet. His hair was out of place, his face was scarlet and his bottom had a real sting to it but, otherwise, no harm done. Jim hadn't uttered a word and Lee had taken his brushing in silence. He handed Lee 'his' brush back and told him to hurry up, he would give him a lift to the office.
After that Lee had no more run-in's with the brush. His uncle found him a furnished apartment to share with another guy around Lee's own age and Lee moved to his first unsupervised accommodation. It wasn't cheap but, hey, he was Jim's brother's kid and Jim loved him. Jim had had difficulty getting an apartment as student types were not popular with landlords. Jim's obvious respectability won the day and he got a landlord, a retired schoolteacher, to agree. The apartment was clean, airy and there were only four apartments on each floor. Six weeks into the lease and Jim got a call from the landlord on a Saturday morning asking if he would stop by for a chat.
The landlord lived in the building so Jim decided to go round at around 9.30 and look in to see Lee at the same time. When the landlord told Jim why he had asked to see him Jim was livid. There had been parties four nights out of the past six (school nights, too, thought Jim as he pursed his lips). The usual; girls, booze, loud music until 2 AM. The last straw was last night when, after all of the above, when the visitors had departed, Lee and his flatmate had an argument and a scuffle turned into a punch up and a yelling match. The flatmate had been seen leaving with his suitcases in a taxi a couple of hours later. He had had complaints this morning from all 3 neighbors. He thought Jim should know, he said, as if Lee was his own son he would give him a _d_a_m_n_ good hiding! When Jim explained that he intended to sort this out, fast, and told him that Lee was no stranger to corporal punishment, the landlord, Mr. Ross, lost his hostility. Jim told him he had taken a hairbrush to Lee's trousers less than seven weeks ago. Ross snorted and said that for a boy nearly out of his teens something with a bit more punch was needed. Before Jim could disagree he told him to sit still and went off to another room. Jim heard drawers and closets being opened then Mr. Ross returned with a very strange item, a souvenir from his teaching days, back when 'the strap' had kept Canadian classrooms safe for teachers.
Jim had never seen anything quite like it. It was about two feet long and two inches wide and was rounded at both ends. It was undivided (unlike a tawse) and a hole had been punched into one end to allow a short thong to be tied so's it could be hung from a nail or a hook. It was more than a quarter inch thick and made from heavy, hard, dense, rubber.
He took it from Mr. Ross and noticed that it had been buffed at all the edges so as it wouldn't cut the skin. It had a canvas webbing woven into it so it had a roughish texture. Ross said that he used to give six, yes, even eight, across the palms of a boy's hands and that the webbing texture could really scorch the fingers of even quite big boys. Jim obviously doubted it and the expression on his face said it all. 'Here, I'll show you', and with that Mr. Ross took Jim's cuff. Jim was mindblown. He was about to get a test drive of a school teacher's strap. Unwilling to look cowardly, he let his hand be pulled into place, looking very warily at Ross, who pulled the strap back over his head and brought it screaming down on Jim's hand. 'Christ ! Ah, Yah,' Jim had his hand under his armpit and looked in amazement at the strap in Ross's hand. His own palm was on fire and throbbed.
That was with one ! 'Here, borrow this with my compliments. You can give it back next time you are in the building'. Jim thanked Ross and, after apologizing again for his nephew's behavior, left and put the strap in the pocket of his car door. His hand still stung. He then turned on his heel and went up to Lee's apartment. He had to ring the bell three times before he got an answer, Lee stood there, hair messed up, in a pair of boxers. He had obviously been asleep. His look of horror at seeing his uncle was explained when Jim took one look at the apartment. It was a disaster area, a Salvador Dali of gnawed pizzas in greasy boxes, half empty beer cans and very full ashtrays. There were dirty clothes in a trail in each room and Jim quietly closed the door. Lee stood there in his boxers looking like a bank robber watching the security video of his heist at his own trial.
Jim noticed a couple of scratches and abrasions on his face from last night's escapade. Before Lee could waste everyone's time waffling Jim told him about the parties, he told him about the 3 complaints, he told him how he had been embarrassed by his landlord, he told him how stupid he felt for trusting him to behave like an adult, he told him how much this apartment was costing him. He told him and he told him good. Lee was a picture of shock. February's threat of sending him home was at the back of Lee's mind, along with a feeling of guilt and shame, but Jim didn't raise it. He had decided that he would treat Lee like his own son after Lee had decided to accept his punishment in February and he wasn't about to change now. Lee stood before him in his creased boxers, head hung in shame as Jim lectured. 'I am going home now but you are going to shower, go to the store then buy every kind of cleaning stuff you can find. Look at that sink, there are ANTS crawling all over it. This place is a pigsty. You will then spend the day, the entire day, scrubbing this place from top to toe. I'll check later, so don't slack off. Before you go to the store you will go to each of these neighbors and personally apologize. Then, at six o'clock tonight you can come round to my place for dinner following some much needed discipline. You are in for a thrashing young man'. Lee looked shamefaced. Jim noticed that the brush was still on display in his new apartment but didn't say another word.
The only thing worse than a good spanking is an 'announced spanking', when you have hours to imagine what is coming to you. Lee, after the embarrassment of the apologies to his neighbors, went to work with a vengeance. It kept his mind off the coming spanking but his mind kept coming back to it every time he saw that brush in the bedroom. Uncle Jim hadn't told him to bring it but he would just in case; he didn't want to antagonize him.
At 6 Lee was in Jim's sitting room. His Levi's were clean, he had even ironed his T shirt. Jim sat in his armchair and Lee stood in front of him, virtually at attention, while Jim scolded him, re-visiting all the areas he had covered in the morning. He then said, 'What did I tell you, in February , that naughty boys get in this house ?' Lee didn't hesitate this time, 'They get spanked sir, on their bare bottoms'. Jim looked Lee straight in the eye,"Yes I am glad you remembered, well this time you are really going to get a good hard spanking, do you think you deserve it ?'. _d_a_m_n_ed if you do, dammed if you don't. Lee looked up and said, very softly, 'Yes sir'. 'Good, just remember young man, you're not so big I can't take your trousers down for you'. Jim stood up and said 'Go to the toilet and bring me what you find hanging from behind the door'. In confusion Lee did as he was told. When he got there and saw the school strap he was terrified. He had never been belted, much less strapped. He brought it back to Jim, noticing it was warm to the touch, and Jim said 'For this past few week's behavior I am going to give you six of the belt across your bare bottom' The blood in Lee's veins went icy 'and for betraying my trust I am going to give you six across the palms of your hands. Move your hands and it'll mean extras. Drop your trousers and bend over the dining table'. Lee unclipped his Levi's and pushed them down to his knees and bent over the table, his purple jockeys on display. He felt Jim's hand on his back moving his T shirt up and out of the way then he felt Jim's fingers in the waistband of his underpants, then they were at his knees too. Jim saw Lee trembling a bit but doubted he was cold.
He stood well back and said 'This is what naughty boys get'. SLAP, the strap walloped onto Lees bare behind. It left a bold red stripe diagonally across both buttocks, before Lee could yelp his discomfort however Jim WHACKed number two down. Jim had really swung his whole body behind it and the textured school strap burned like no other sensation Lee could imagine. He screamed then started bawling as he jumped his heels up and down on the spot. Jim took the next four more slowly, making a point forcefully as he was swinging. Lee was bubbling, howling, sobbing. After the sixth Lee's bum looked as if he had sat in a pan of boiling oil. When he stood up and turned around his face was contorted and the tears ran down his cheeks, mixing with his running nose. He felt like a six year old getting it's first smacked bottom. Jim told him to pull up his pants but Lee didn't move for fully a minute. The pain was coming in waves. When he did pull his pants and jeans up it hurt his bottom so much, where the rough texture of the Canadian School Strap had scorched it's message home, his sobs increased in volume. 'If you can't take your punishment you shouldn't try to earn it. Be quiet or I'll really give you something to cry about young man'.
One blurry look at Jim, and at that black school strap swinging in his hand, was persuasion enough. Lee bit his lip and cut the noise out, but his heaving shoulders and the tears coming out of his eyes as he silently sobbed convinced Jim that he had given him enough for one night. He put his arm around Lees shoulder and said
"There, you know what the strap feels like now, don't you ?', Nod, 'You know why you got the strap, don't you ?' Nod, Nod, 'Do you want to get the strap across your bottom ever again ?',
'NNOOO, sob', 'A strapped bottom is no fun, is it ?' 'Nnno'. 'I'm not going to strap your hands tonight, I'll do that on Monday morning before you head off to the office as I can see you have had a bad night, but I want you to remember what a well strapped bottom feels like, what it really feels like to get the strap right on your bare bottom, then you might not need to get another dose in the future, understood ?' Lee nodded again, the tears still coming and his hands glued to the seat of his Levi's. He then let go his jeans and hugged his uncle.
At dinner Lee sat on a cushion (Jim smirked but said nothing) and it was clear he felt terrible guilt about his behavior. Jim told him it was over, or at least it would be on Monday, and that he shouldn't feel so bad, he had certainly been in the wrong but now he had been punished. That's all there is to it.
Lee spent a depressed Sunday wondering what six of the strap would feel like across his hands on Monday morning and wondering whether he would be able to hold a pen at work afterwards. One thing was for sure, even if he was being allowed to live away from home he knew he still had to follow the rules, or else. Maybe it wasn't that bad though, he felt more security in the structured environment his uncle had built than he ever had at any time in his life. Before he turned out the light he saw the brush, still in it's place.