In 1997-98, I posted a series of true-life stories that got a lot of very positive e-mail response from readers of this website. I never finished the series, until now. In reviewing these original submissions, I have edited these stories and now repost them with typo corrections, etc. These repostings will be done every couple of days, and the series completed with new stories. This series begins when I was 11, and ends a year ago, with the stories posted chronologically. Enjoy!

Gary had been doing much better in school after he and his sister Robin got paddled. Gary turned 13 in April, just as baseball season was beginning. His school district did not have school sponsored baseball, so Gary was part of a local little league program that emphasized sportsmanship and conduct. Violations of their rules meant expulsion from the league, and they did it.

Gary loved baseball, but the kid's motor skills for the sport were nil. He could catch the ball anywhere on the field. His throwing arm was at best average. His speed was still awkward long gaits, which is not good for baseball. Where he stunk the worst was hitting. The kid could hit the ball a ton, but his eyes, hands and feet just made it awkward. He was so competitive in his spirit, that many times he would cry after a particularly average to poor performance. The other kids on the other teams saw this and began to make him a verbal target.

As so often happens in little league, there are rainouts for the weekend games that have to be made up during the week. Gary was scheduled for such a game on a Wednesday. Abby called me to see if I could pick him up and take him, because she would have to miss work. Since I could work it into my new employment schedule I took him to the game. He was excited, because this was only the second game I had seen him play. My new employment entailed Saturday working, so I had missed his games.

This coming Saturday was going to be different, so I was going to see two of his games....and he thought it was great. Gary's spankings had dropped off in number and intensity. He had gotten only one paddling all winter and spring, and just two hand spankings. His grades were up and he was happy to finally be a teenager.

His baseball coach put Gary at first base, because that was where he could do the least damage with his throwing arm and awkward feet. Since he was now up to 5'7" in height, he made a good target for his infielders. He was even more long legged and big butted now. In his uniform, he filled out the white polyester baseball pants skintight. You could plainly see his briefs through the uniform, and with the wide elastic uniform waistband; it just made his buns look big.

In the bottom of the first inning, his team had scored two runs, with one out, bases loaded when Gary's #7 spot came up. He tried as hard as he could to hit a grand slam home run, and did nothing more than hit into a high chopper, easy double play. He slammed his helmet into the ground, and kicked it towards the dugout. That brought me to my feet, sitting in the bleachers behind first base and his team's dugout.

His coach lit into him good. In the middle of his public ass chewing, Gary looked up and saw my stony glare and he gulped. I then did my infamous snap fingers at him and he really looked sheepish. Since it was a make up game, few parents saw the exchange. The next several innings it got worse.

The players, when they came to first base would tease him about his hitting. (Routine baseball talk between players, nothing out of line. I could hear it all.) Gary plainly let it get under his skin. At the end of the 3rd inning, I motioned him over to me as he started for first base.

"Gary, if you continue to let those guys get to you, you are going to lose your temper. You can't do that son. Your team needs you playing baseball, not sitting in the stands. Play ball, not mouth games. Do you understand me son?', I said, patting him on the shoulder. His coach nodded at me and smiled. I took my seat.

In the 5th inning he made an error that let 2 runs in to tie the game. In the bottom of the 6th he struck out. Now he was 0-3. In the top of the 7th inning, another player got under his skin, after he had taken first base on a walk. Gary shoved him, bringing both coaches and the umpires running.

Since it was just a shove and the other player was smart enough to not respond, Gary got to stay in the game. When he looked over at me, he knew he better watch it.

The game ended with Gary going 0-4, 1 error and the team losing. As the teams did the hand shake line by, Gary mouthed off to the player that he shoved. One thing led to another and Gary was on top of him on the ground. I was already on the field waiting for the handshakes to end and was able to yank him off by the back of his neck. I marched him by the back of his neck off the field, towards my car; his coach and umpires in pursuit. His coach had grabbed his glove and hat that were on the ground.

"Gary, your ass is going to get tossed out of this league. Do you hear me BOY!", his coach screamed. Then he and umpires really tore into him. I let these guys vent their anger and then I stepped in.

"Guys, you can kick this stupid kid out the league, because he plainly broke your rules and behaved like a spoiled brat. However, his mother cannot afford to loose the money she had to pay to get into this league. If you will let me handle this one incident my way, I make two promises to you. First, he won't do anything remotely close to this again in this league. Two, when he shows up for Saturday morning's game, you will see that his conduct today has been punished. Fair enough?", I said, glaring hard at Gary.

The coaches and umpires knew exactly what I was talking about and agreed that Gary needed "his ass kicked". Gary was now almost starting to tear up. We got into my car, and headed to my apartment and not his house and he knew was going to be spanked and he started blubbering and begging.

"Please Jason, take me home. Please don't take me to your place and spank me. Please, I won't do anything like that again. Please, please don't spank me, please.", he begged, choking back the tears. I let him beg in total silence, until we were about 10 minutes from my apartment.

"Gary, by the time we get to the driveway of my apartment, I want your socks, shoes and shirt off completely. Only your pants and briefs. Strip, NOW!", I ordered.

He looked at me and started to softly cry as he pulled his baseball uniform shirt over his head, knocking off his cap. Then he got his shoes, baseball stirrups and white socks off just as I rounded the corner to my apartment. I pulled into my parking place and turned to him.

"Gary, you are going to march into my apartment dressed just like you are. I am going to carry in your clothes and glove, right behind you. You are not to stop, talk to anyone, or do anything but walk straight to my apartment. Do you understand me?", I asked very quietly, but intently, stroking the back of his head.

"Jason, there are people by the pool. They will know something is up. Please don't make me walk in there like I am going to be spanked or something. Please", he looked at me with his begging eyes. I shook my head "No" and got out the car. He followed, with tears in his eyes.

He was right; people around the pool did turn around and look at him, which was the reason I had him do it. He did look like a little boy being taken to the woodshed.... And he was. One of my neighbors, who had gone to the movies with Gary and I several times looked up and really smiled.

"In trouble again Gary?", he asked, getting everyone's attention at Gary's penitent attitude, gingerly walking on his bare feet on the hot concrete. We got inside my lower level apartment and he started to openly cry with embarrassment. He was going to get spanked and the whole apartment complex knew it, people who knew him.

I ordered him to go to the bathroom and meet me in my bedroom. He did, relieving the tension in his bladder for what he knew was about to happen. I got Gary's paddle out of the dresser, and sat down on the edge of my bed. In a moment, he came through the bathroom-connecting door and saw his paddle and starting openly bawling as I motioned him across my lap.

"Jason, please not the paddle. Not now, not with all these people outside listening. Please.', he begged as he draped himself across my lap. I pulled a pillow out and told him to bury his face in it, I didn't want to hear a sound. His butt was framed in white. His white cotton briefs, shown right through the thin knit fabric of his uniform pants. The 3" wide elastic waistband framed the top of his butt in red, setting off his buns. I picked up the paddle and laid it across his upper thighs, causing him to flinch.

Then I began to massage his buns as I said, "Gary, your display of temper and bad sportsmanship was way out of line. I would not ever spank you for conduct during the game. I didn't like what you did during the game....but that sometimes happens in sports, and that's your coach's problem. Why I am going to paddling you twice, once now and again Saturday morning is because you started a fight after the game....after it was over.....and you disobeyed my rules about hitting anyone. This paddling will make it sore for you to sit down between now and Saturday. Saturday morning's paddling will let everyone know that you got it good for something very stupid. Do you agree and understand?"

He nodded his head in the pillow "Yes", and I picked up the paddle

"Crack" The paddle landed with a medium swat on his upper thighs, just below the start of his underpants. He let loose with a muffled scream into the pillow.

"Crack" A little harder, just at the bottom of his underpants.

I went back and forth between his thighs and lower buns with the paddle. Not hard swats, but swats that got his attention with muffled screams and leg kicking. After his thighs looked pink through his uniform pants, I stopped and told him to lift his hips. He did, and I pulled down his uniform pants to his knees. Now his thighs were a light shade of red. His underpants glued to his ass with sweat from the game and spanking. I adjusted his leg openings and smoothed out the fabric of his moist briefs.

"Crack" Dead center of his buns and his body arched and another muffled scream.

I covered his briefs with intense, though not hard swats. He screamed, bucked and kicked as I carefully lit a fire that he trying to rapidly kick out. When I stopped his body relaxed....thinking that I was done.

I quickly yanked his underpants down to his uniform pants. His butt was light red and his thighs were about the same.

"Crack" My swat landed right where his butt and legs meet, causing a twisting jerk as he tried to shake out the pain.

The spanking was finished with a long series of light, wrist flip swats, intensifying the color and stinging pain, but not brutalizing his skin. The rapid-fire nature of the swats drove him hysterical and shaking. When I finally stopped, he was beside himself with his crying. After about 15 minutes of lecturing, light massaging and bringing him out of his world of pain, I pulled up his briefs and then his uniform pants.

I called Abby and told her what had happened and why we were there. She agreed totally with my punishment and wanted to know if she should take the belt to him when I brought him home. I told her about what was going to happen Saturday morning. Gary started to tear up again with that thought.

As we left the apartment, all eyes were glued on us. I made Gary carry his clothes, still only wearing his pants and briefs. A couple of the guys whistled at the sight to his red legs shining through the legs of his uniform pants. Our movie buddy hollered out.

"Way to go Gary. Whatever you did must have been a dandy. Wow."

Gary hung his head and cried all the way to the car. He was silent until we got to Abby's. She and I talked him through his feelings at the game and why he went off, then made him understand that you just can't bust someone over his mouth....and not pay for it with your ass. Not much of a trade off.

Friday night we went to the movies, and he was obviously nervous. I woke him at 7AM on Saturday, from his bed on my sofa sleeper in the living room, wearing only his briefs. He lay on his stomach as we discussed what was going to happen and why, massaging his back, buns and legs. His legs were white, his butt still slightly marked, as I pulled his underpants off. He looked over his shoulder at me with tears in his eyes.

"I'm gonna get a bare butt paddling aren't I?" I nodded "Yes" and pointed to my bedroom. He got up, shuffled back to my bedroom, head hanging, softly crying, with his hair twisted from sleeping.

My bed was pulled back and the paddle was ready. I sat down and pulled him across my lap. He was openly crying as he buried his head in the pillow, crossing his ankles tightly together in anticipation of his paddling. His young, stretched out, teenage body was twitching, anticipating the first swat. I picked up the paddle.

"SSPPLLATT" I gave him a hard one, at the lowest point of his buns. His legs kicked so hard, his body lifted off my lap, and he screamed into the pillow.

Then slowly and carefully I spanked him from his tender upper butt checks to 6" above his knees. His thighs got light, rapid stinging swats. His butt got solid swats, flattening his buns. I spaced the swats out so that he spent a solid 10 minutes across my lap. When I was finished, his legs were light to medium red and his ass was dark red with paddle marks. His buns were actually hot to the touch. For the next 30 minutes we discussed again the emotions that caused this to happen. Throughout the lecture/discussion, I massaged his neck, back and finally his legs and buns. Then I made him take his final punishment....a hot shower.

As he showered, I could hear the gasps and moans as the spray hit various parts of spanked butt and thighs. After he had finished toweling off, I told him to come back to my bedroom. He entered the room, towel stuck nervously in his mouth, hands clutching it tightly. I laughed at him and pulled him back across my lap, teasing him. For the next few minutes I lightly rubbed athlete's medical powder over his buns and legs. He then put on his uniform. I had to laugh again. His butt and thighs both looked pink through the uniform, even with his white underpants covering the deeper red of his butt.

He then sat down in the front of the TV to watch some Saturday morning cartoons with sugar coated cereal of some horrible flavor. When we got to the game, there was not one person in the park that didn't know from the color of his uniform pants what had happened to him just a couple hours earlier. His coaches and the same umpire crew, all gave me hand gestures of thumbs up and OK.

That was the last time that I spanked Gary. He finished the season without so much as a glare from an umpire. Unfortunately, he barely batted .225. Our Friday night outings were a real boost to him, because during the summer Abby fell in love, and spent a lot of time on her dates. She married an airline pilot based in Los Angeles, just before school started.

Over the years both Robin and Gary have kept in touch. Robin is a schoolteacher....junior high no less. Gary is a doctor, just like his father. His middle son is named Jason Gary Davis....and he is also a terrible baseball player, but he tries.

This story is true, just certain names have been modified. I travel in my own business, and have the freedom to safely satisfy the spanking needs of interested readers.

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