I was in a band back east and it was a good band too. Marching and orchestral band, this being high school and all. I was a sophomore in high school and played all sorts of instruments, mostly woodwinds but some brass too. I was a pretty talented brat. Brat is an apt description too. I have parents that basically let me run my course what ever I wanted. My most severe punishment was time out and go to your room.
Well, this week in band practice in the classroom, my buddy Dean and I were rough housing and goofing around pretty good, and it began to escalate to more punching and shoving. You know, the typical things boys do. Well I got a lucky or unlucky punch depending on your point of view, and hit Dean in the nose. He started bleeding pretty good, but I didn't break his nose since it was a glancing punch.
My band director saw this and was furious. He got Dean over to the nurse pronto, and he had me sit in his office and wait. I thought I would go the vice principals..... the dean's office for sure. So I waited. A half an hour later Dean and the band director came back and I was feeling pretty bad about punching my buddy in the nose. I apologized to Dean, and he said it's ok, but ....then the band director intervened and said I had to be punished for what I did. He said that I had been acting like a brat all week and needed a good spanking. A "spanking" I said with that inquisitive voice. Yes that is what he said. Only my director wouldn't spank me.
Dean would spank me. Dean is a percussionist....or drummer if you will. Dean had a great idea. Since this was last period and it was now after school and he needed to practice his drum drills this afternoon, why not practice on my butt he told the director.
No sooner did Dean say this that the director nodded his head and said to Dean, he's all yours, and the director left. So Dean grabbed me by my arm and bent me over a bench. He then picked up his drumsticks and began practicing his marching drill drumming hard on my butt. My nylon Adidas warm up pants and boxers underneath were my only protection. He beat a spanking drumbeat onto my ass like you wouldn't believe. He beat and spanked my butt over and over again with swift cadence beats, on and on he went. The sound of my butt being spanked through me seat of my warm up pants was loud enough to draw attention from the other practice rooms. For over 1 hour he played a wicked beat on the seat of my nylon pants. I had never gotten a spanking, and this one was a cooker. Dean picked me up, I was crying pretty good by now and led me into one of the small practice rooms. He sat in a chair with no arms, and told me to pull my pants down. I refused. So he grabbed my arm and pulled me Over his knees, and hand spanked my still pants covered bottom some more.
He spanked me for about 5 minutes this way, and stood me up and grabbed the sides of my Adidas black nylon warm up pants, and Pulled down my pants like I was a naughty 5 year old. He then pulled me back over his knees and spanked my naughty _s_e_x_y satin blue boxers covered butt for another 10 minutes with very hard spanks. He then pulled my boxers down. I screamed NOOOOO!!!
To no avail, Dean grabbed the waistband of my boxers and yanked them down to my knees. My bare bottom was treated to a grand huge long spanking. He even used both hands and bongo spanked my cute but well sore and bruised butt. Finally he stopped with me crying hysterically. He pulled up my boxers and gave me another 10 swats on the seat of my boxers, then, he pulled up my warm up pants and swatted me another 10 times. He put me in the corner for the rest of the after school period.
Afterward, he and his brother drove me home. We are still great buddies, and I don't misbehave in band anymore, but when I am at his house he still drumbeats the seat of my pants when he thinks I need it, and pulls down my pants and boxers to finish his masterpiece. My parents never spanked me, but they did wonder why I was so well behaved lately. M. P.