This happened one time my dad took me camping. We were going to have a great time, but for some reason I cant ever seem to get it exactly right - that "behavin' stuff". Dad loaded me in the car very early one morning and we were off - I was probably about 8 or 9 at the time. We had a green station wagon. I remember because I liked to sit in the back and watch the world go by out the back window. I used to like to sleep back there too, when Daddy would be driving and it would be past my bedtime. But on this trip, since it was just him and me, Daddy didnt want me sitting back there. He ruined my whole trip right off the bat.
Things just didnt go my way. I was 8 years old and wanted EVERYTHING my way! We were going to stop for breakfast - I wanted McDonalds (What 8 year old doesnt!) He decided on a truck stop. I wanted Blueberry Pancakes - they didnt have blueberries. I wanted to drink Soda for breakfast - Daddy made me have milk. I got madder and madder. I wouldnt eat my breakfast when it came. I whined. I complained. Now that I think about it, I was being a REAL brat, and Im surprised Dad didnt take me over his knee right there in the restaurant. He paid the check and told me I better go potty before we got back on the road. I was being very defiant and said "NO" He said, "OK, suit yourself mister....we'll see how you feel when you have to pee and there isnt a bathroom...."
He told me to stay in the bathroom while he went - I decided to go explore. (He should have given me a spanking to remember right then, but he didnt - he wanted this to be a special weekend and didnt want to 'ruin' it for me)I found an arcade and wanted to play. He found me when he was finished in the bathroom and told me "No" So I threw a fit! Remember, I was 8 years old, really too old to throw a fit...But I guess somewhere in my muddled up mind I believed that having a good time on vacation meant no rules - you got to do whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted. And so far, this 'vacation' wasnt living up to my expectations. Dad decided to fill the tank up with gas because he didnt want to have to stop again, and he told me to stay in the car. I still wanted to play those video games and whined some more. Then finally the 'threat' came - "You better watch it mister, or Ill give you a lesson to really whine about"
Well that just insulted me - and In my wronged 8 year old mind, I decided I needed to teach HIM the lesson! So I yelled out "I hate you, I hate you, You're MEAN!" And for some reason, I took off running! I was not even allowed to cross the street by myself yet, but I took off for the highway, and I ran across - there was a truck that almost hit me - and Daddy was running after me, and I guess it was only at that point that I realized I was in SERIOUS trouble and that instead of running just to teach him a lesson, I was running to save my skin so to speak! Well, of course I was a little boy and Daddy was a big man, so he caught up to me, and he tackled me in a field across from the truck stop. And he tried picking me up, squirming and kicking and spitting and screaming...... I was a handful, Im sure. And I kept yelling out "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! LEGGO OF ME!!!! NOOOO! LEMME GOOOOO!"
I was no stranger to spankings. They had always been done in the privacy of my bedroom, pants around my ankles, over Daddy's knee, usually with his hand or the hairbrush hitting my bottom. But in my 8 year old mind, I was certain - certain that Daddy would NEVER spank me here, Never on Vacation, and Never EVER in public! I was wrong on all three counts.... Daddy got me back to the car, and I was still wrigging and kicking for all I was worth - I remember vaugely a few truckers stopping to watch the show, and shaking their heads (probably contemplating what a brat I was!)
Daddy slung me up onto the front hood of the car, so my tummy was on the hood, and my legs were dangling over the edge, and he held me there with one had while I kicked and screamed some more. Then he yanked my pants down, and I was MORTIFIED! I started kicking and screaming even harder, and then I started in with "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, DADDY, NOOOOOOO! Not HERE!!!!! DADDYYYY!"
"Oh yes, here Mister! YOU are going to get the spanking of your life young man!" He yelled!
What can a mortified 8 year old do when he is dangling over the hood of the car with his little bottom on display to strangers he has never met before, and was just told he is about to get the spanking of his life? Yep - I CRIED! Oh did I ever, and he hadnt even started hitting me yet!
Then came the 'suggestions' from the men standing around - "Give him your belt, man!" "Yea, the belt - that'll teach him a real good lesson!"
"No," Daddy said, "He's too little for the belt. I left his (his!) hairbrush at home - the one I spank him with....."
"Cut him a switch then" Yelled another guy (Oh, why couldnt they mind their own business? The crowd was growing!) "My Daddy used to switch me when I was a boy - that'll teach him to behave!" Said someone else.... "Yea, I switch my little-uns all the time," Said a third...
"Hey man, use this - just bought it for my kid to have when I get home, but if you want, you can have it - my compliments," said another man, and he handed my dad one of those paddles with the rubber ball attached to it.... And Daddy took it and thanked him - pulled the staple out - and.......
Well, you know what he did! One second I was lying over the hood of the car, pants around my ankles feeling a breeze about my bare bottom, and the next second I was literally on FIRE!
Daddy didnt lecture, and all I did was cry:
SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK
They came so fast, I couldnt even react - it was like being branded with a searing iron every time he laid the paddle on! Then I became frantic!
DADDY! SPANK SPANK SPANK PLEASE SPANK SPANK OWWWWWWEEEE SPANK SPANK ILL BE GOOD DADDY SPANK SPANK SPANK OHHHHHHH It HURTS DADDY SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK OWWWWWW DADDY! SPANK SPANK I LOVE YOU DADDY SPANK SPANK I SORRY I SPANK SPANK SORRY DADDY! OOOOOOOH DADDY SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK OHHHHHBOOOOOOOOOOWAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK
DADDY! SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK OWEEEEEE SPANK SPANK SORREEEEEE SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK NEVER SPANK SPANK SPANK DO IT SPANK SPANK SPANK AGAIN SPANK SPANK SPANK I PRO SPANK SPANK SPANK MISE! SPANK SPANK OWEEEE WAAAAAAAAAAAWOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Then he stopped. I figured it was over. He hadnt said a word. But instead of it being over, he continued holding me on the car hood with his right hand, while he reached over and opened the passenger door with his left hand, and he lifted me into his arms and sat on the car seat - and turned me over his knee and started laying on a whole NEW spanking with his hand!
SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK OWWWWWWWWW SPANK SPANK NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SPANK SPANK SPANK OWEEEEE SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK DADDY! SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK OWEEEEEE SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK OHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH SPANK SPANK WAAAHHHHOPOOOOOOO SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Then he took me off of his lap and stood me in between his knees and started lecturing. I dont remember exactly when, but I think I peed right as I stood there (remember, I hadnt gone before, and had just been put through hell!) He lectured me about being too big for my britches - about whining - about not doing as I was told - about behaving like a spoiled brat - about doing dangerous things - like wandering off without telling him, and more seriously, running across the street. I think then he noticed I had peed all over, or perhaps he just wanted to make sure his message had come in loud and clear (it had, it had!) because he took me once more over his knee, and I started crying immediately, and planted 10 more: SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
Then he lifted me up again in between his knees, and I did the common "spanked child dance" Hopping up and down, squatting down, and rubbing my bottom and saying "ooooooohhhhhh ohhhhhhhooooooohhhhh" Then he retrieved my pants and pulled them up - and instructed me to apologize to the men who had gathered to watch my punishment for being such a naughty boy. I walked around in a circle and apologized, and then Daddy put me back in the car, paid for the gas, and continued on our 'vacation.' We drove away and were watched by the very approving glances of probably 20 or so truck drivers who had just seen a little spoiled brat truly get the "spanking of his life" I dont think I was comfortable for the remainder of the trip, but I DO know that I did not once even THINK of disobeying Daddy for the rest of the trip!