Recently my dad bought a new wrist pad thing for the computer. It is filled with gel and is meant for his carpal tunnel syndrome. The thing is actually very nice to use when you are on the computer because your wrists dont hurt at all when you use it.
This wrist pad, like I said, is filled with gel. but on the backside of it - the part that sits on the desk, it is laminated with a heavy plastic that keeps it from slipping on the desk - it is shiny as my little sister's patent leather shoes. And dad, creative as he is, found a way to put that other side to better use than it was intended for. I never realized how something so comfortable to my wrists could be so UNcomfortable to my 'other side'.
Dad has always been a huge spanker - he spanks me and my brothers and sister for everything, but he doesnt really spank my sister as much as he does us boys. I guess he figures girls dont need it as much or something. Anyway, he always has to use SOMETHING when he's hitting us. I dont know why - maybe his hand gets hurt, or he figures it'll hurt more or something..... His most favorite thing to use is the ping pong paddle, but he also uses the spatula from the kitchen and Mom's wooden spoon a lot - only the other day he broke the spoon. He uses the belt sometimes, but not a whole lot. Anyway, I was on the computer, and my older brother kept telling me to get off because he needed to do a book report, and my younger brother kept whining at me to get off because HE wanted to play a video game, and Dad kept telling us ALL to shut up or else we'd get it because he was busy watching the game. Well, somewhere in my STUPID 12 year old brain I lost it and yelled back at Dad to mind his own business. He has never been so mad. I thought he would bash my head in - he came storming across the room so fast, and before I knew it, I had no pants on and was looking at the floor - a pretty common position for me to be in, it seems. Well, Dad already had me over his knees and he had forgot to go get something (or, like he more often does, send me to go get something) to spank me with. He looked around, and suddenly he picked up that wrist pad and turned it around - and saw the shiny black side and said "This'll do I guess"
So, here I am hanging off his legs. I heard him say that, but I didnt see what he was doing - I wished I knew, because I think it is sometimes easier to know waht you are in store for first. But then again, if Id seen him pick that thing up, Id have probably laughed, because what could a little gel wristpad do to me? Ooooooh, Ill tell you!
I was hanging there, and everything in the room felt kind of cold over my butt, because there was a fall breeze coming in through the window, and of course, like I said before, I was completely naked waist down (well, the pants were around my ankles but they dont really do much good there...) and in my stomach were all those scared and tense butterflies I get whenever I know Im about to get it. And I kind of hung there thinking....
'Man, why did you have to go open your big mouth, dummy!' I thought, 'You're always getting into all kinds of trouble - why? Do you like getting it? NO! Why cant I ever learn?' All these thoughts were racing through my head, including the stupid thought I get every time as Im bent over dad's knees - 'Maybe the skin on my butt will be tougher now and it wont hurt so much' My little brother is always telling me that when HE gets over Dad's knees he always pretends he is Superman and nothing can hurt him, but that pretend thought is always broken the second dad lays on the first spank....
Anyway, Im laying here thinking all these things, and all of a sudden "SPLAT" (It literally made that sound) HOLY COW I THOUGHT DAD HAD JUST SPRAYED GASOLINE ON MY BUTT AND LIT IT WIHT A MATCH! OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT CRACK SPLAT WHACK SPLAT SMACK SPLAT He really started laying into me, for the first dozen or so smacks, he didnt say a word.....which is unusual for him, so I guess somewhere i knew that this was going to be the MOTHER of all spankings
Then he started in with the lecture I SPLAT Dont EVER CRACK want to SPLAT Hear you SMACK talk WHACK to me like SMACH that SPLAT EVER SMACK EVER SPLAT AGAIN SMACK Do you SPLAT HEAR me MISTER SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT
He didnt need to smack sides - the wrist pad covered my butt evenly all the way across. It felt ten times worse than the one time I had got the belt, and that had been on my underwear, not on my bare butt.
and I cried like I hadnt since I was, oh, probably 4 years old and got my very first spanking
Oooooooooh SPLAT I PRROOOOOOOOOOMISE SPLAT Ill SMACK be GGGGOOOD SPLAT DadSMACKYYYYYYY PLSMACKease SPLAT Dad SMACK EEEEE DAD SPLAT OW SPLAT EWWWWWWW WAAAAAAAAAA SPLAT DA SMACK dEEEEEE WHACK Ooooohhhh It CRACK HURTS SPLAT DadEEEEE SPLAT Im SPLAT Sorreeeeee SMACK DADDY SPLAT PLEA SMACK SE DADEEEEEEEEE OWEEEE SPLAT ILL Smack Be SPLAT GOOD CRACK Il SMACK BE GOOOOO SMACK GOOD OWEEOWWEE OWEEE
By then I just couldnt take it anymore, and I just laid there and yelped every time he whacked me with that awful thing.
SMACK SMACK SPLAT SPLAT SMACK CRACK WHAP WHAP SPLAT SPLAT SMACK WHACK WHACK CRACK WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP SPLAT SLAP SLAP WHAP WHAP CRACK WHAP SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT WHACK CRACK WHACK WHAM WHAP SLAP SPLAT SMACK CRACK WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP
And dont you EVER SPLAT Talk to me like SPLAT that EVER WHAP WHAP WHAP Again WHAP Do you UNDERSTAND SPLAT me Mister?! WHAP WHAP WHAP
YES DADDY YES Ill SPLAT be GOOOOOOOD OWEEEEEEEEEEEEE OWWWWWW WHAP WHAP SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAP!
I think I just laid there and heaved over his knees for a minute or so. I had been spanked by a padded wristpad for the computer - and it had hurt worse than ANYTHING my dad had ever hit me with! He made me stand in the corner while the game was finished, which was awful because I wasnt allowed to rub the fire in my butt, and It hurt so bad, I wanted to rub it to see if there was blood - thats how bad it hurt. The only GOOD thing about having to stand in the corner in the living room was that I got to hear both of my brothers get THEIR spankings with the paddle for making all the noise they made while Dad told them to be quiet. Ill bet we were sure a sight for my Mom when she and my little sister walked in from shopping - three boys lined up in a straight line with their pants around their ankles, two with bright red bottoms and one with a blazing maroon one. (I checked out my butt in the mirror later - I think it was so red and shiny, you could have seen your reflection in it! OWWWWW! I dont EVER want to talk to my Daddy like that again, thats for sure! And that wrist pad for the computer - it took on a whole new meaning for me after that spanking....