Ben's behavior definitely improved. Even Mr. Fredericks noticed the difference, and Ben received fewer spankings from his teacher. Right before Christmas, there was a change. Ben got home from school on time, in a fairly good mood. Mr. Fredericks' discipline was actually helping his behavior—and best of all, his dad had not spanked him even once.
Ben sat down at the kitchen table to do his homework. Because Mr. Fredericks had given him a spanking the day before, his bottom was still a little sore. As a result, he squirmed a little in the wooden chair. When his father passed through the room, he noticed that Ben was not sitting still. The man knew that that kind of squirming could only mean one thing—and he knew that he hadn't spanked Ben in quite a while.
Then the thought occurred to him. Ben had not had a single bad report sent home in over a month. That was way out of the ordinary. Maybe the two were related.
"Benjamin Alan Thompson, get your butt upstairs right this minute. You and I are going to have a talk." Ben knew that he dare not disobey. Any time his dad used all three names, he knew that he was in serious trouble.
"W-what's the matter, Dad?" he asked.
"Don't you dare ask me that, young man. You know exactly what you have been hiding from me—and you had to have had a good idea of how I would react."
"I-I don't know what you are talking about." Ben's face flushed.
"Well, then, I hope you remember by the time I'm up there or I will spank you for lying as well. Now get up there before I have to drag you up there myself."
Ben felt his face flush. Somehow he knew that his father knew something about what was happening between him and Mr. Fredericks. But he couldn't figure how his father had found out.
Shaking slightly, the boy started to undress. He pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor. Next, he kicked off his Nikes and pulled his socks off his feet. Then Ben unsnapped his pants and pulled them down his smooth legs, over his ankles and off his feet. Finally, his hands shaking, the boy pulled his underwear down his legs and off, so that he was completely naked. The boy took a pair of pajama bottoms out of the drawer and put them on. He knew that was all his father was going to let him wear, particularly when he knew that his father was not going to show any mercy.
Ben felt his body shake. He started crying softly. This really sucked. And he had a feeling that this spanking was going to be much worse than the last one his father gave him. On top of everything else, he felt his penis erect.
When his dad finally came in, Ben could see fire in the man's eyes. Ben could not remember when his dad had appeared this angry before.
"Come here, Ben," the man said, in almost a calm voice, "You have been doing an awful lot of squirming recently, and I want to know why." He pulled the boy close, reaching out to pull down Ben's pajama bottoms. Since Mr. Fredericks had spanked Ben the day before, Ben knew that there were still marks from the previous spanking.
"Tell me, Ben," the father said, sounding a little angrier, "where did you get these marks?"
"I-I don't know what you mean." Ben felt his face go hot. He knew that he was digging himself deeper and deeper into a hole. But he also knew that he had no way out.
"I'm sorry that you feel the need to lie Ben." Suddenly the 13 year-old felt himself being dragged across his father's lap.
Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! His dad's hand fell across his son's naked bottom. Ben jumped. His father was showing no mercy. Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! The boy barely noticed as the pajama bottoms fluttered around his ankles.
"Ben (Smack!!), I (Smack!!) expect (Smack!!) you (Smack!!) to tell me (Smack!! Smack!!) the truth" (Smack!! Smack!!).
Ben could barely hear his father's words. Smack!! The boy's bottom was engulfed in pain. Smack!! This was worse than anything that Mr. Fredericks had ever given him. Smack!! Smack!! And there was no sign that his dad was letting up. Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!
In fact, if anything, Ben's dad was getting angrier. Smack!! His son needed severe punishment. Smack!! And he was going to make sure the boy got it. Smack!!
Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!
For the next ten minute's Ben's dad spanked his son. Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Each slap added a new area of redness. Ben kicked, screamed, and cried as the blows rained down. The man's hand was getting tired. But Ben needed a lot more punishment.
"Get up, Ben, and put your nose in the corner." We will continue your spanking in a little while." Crying, Ben limped into the corner. He knew that he dare not move. He sobbed softly to himself.
How could his father have found out? Did Mr. Fredericks tell him? Was Mr. Fredericks in trouble? What would happen next?
A few minutes later, Ben's dad returned. "Come out of the corner, Ben," he commanded.
Ben turned around. His dad had a slipper in his hand.
"P-please, dad, not that!"
"Pull up your pajama bottoms and get in position." Ben knew exactly what that meant. He got a couple of pillows and laid them on the edge of the bed. Crying softly, Ben lay across the pillows, so that his cute round butt was raised for the dreaded slipper. SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! Ben hated the slipper. Each time it hit, it left a red mark and a hot spot on his bottom.
"P-please (SLAP!!), please (SLAP!!). I'm (SLAP!!) begging (SLAP!!) you" SLAP!! SLAP!!
SLAP!! SLAP!! "I'll tell you; I'll tell you." SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!
Ben's dad ignored his son's pleas. SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! There would be plenty of time for Ben to tell all that he knew when the spanking was over with.
The crying choked out Ben's words. SLAP!! He could only blubber as his father continued spanking him. SLAP!!
The boy's bottom, already scarlet thoug covered with pajamas, was turning a deeper and deeper purple as the spanking progressed. SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!!
For the next five minutes, Ben's bottom was slapped with the slipper. SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! Finally, after at least 50 smacks, Ben's father stopped. Ben had had enough of the slipper for today, but he still needed lots of punishment over Christmas.
Finally, Ben's dad pushed him off his lap and onto the bed. "Go ahead and cry right now—when you are done we are going to have a chat about school."
Ben cried into the pillow. His bottom was on fire. He couldn't remember too many spankings as bad as the one he just received. He reached back and could not believe how hot his bottom was or how sore.
The boy was exhausted from the energy consumed through the spanking and dozed off, despite the pain. At least half an hour passed when his dad woke him up.
"Ben, wake up!" Ben opened his eyes. In a split second he remembered the spankings, and the pain, and the fact that he was wearing just his pajama bottoms.
"Daddy," the boy sobbed. He stretched out his arms so that his dad could comfort him. His dad, not being a cruel man, pulled his son close. He didn't want to have to punish him this severely, but he knew that he must.
"Ben, Ben, Ben," the man soothed. "We have to talk."
"Y-yes, sir," the boy said, almost breaking into tears.
"Tell me how you got those marks."
"Please don't make me, daddy," the boy begged.
"Unless you want the slipper again right now, you will spill the beans, son," Ben's dad said.
"He spanks me," the boy whispered, not looking up.
"Speak up, boy." As if to reinforce his point, Ben's dad pulled his son back across his lap, pulled the pajama bottoms all the way off, and spanked the boy's angry, red bottom. Smack!!
"He spanks me!" Ben said, his voice almost shouting.
"Who spanks you?" his father demanded. Smack!!
"Don't! (Smack!) Don't! (Smack!!) Mr. Fredericks spanks me." Ben felt his face flush in shame as he admitted his secret to his father.
"Why does he spank you?" Smack!! Smack!!
"When I do bad at school," the boy sobbed.
"So you wouldn't get in trouble with me?" the man demanded. Smack!! Smack!!
"Y-yes, sir. Please, I'm sorry." Smack!! Smack!!
"Not as sorry as you will be this vacation, Ben." Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!
"For this stunt, (Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!), every Tuesday, (Smack!!) Thursday, (Smack!!) and Saturday during (Smack!!) this vacation (Smack!!) you are going (Smack!! Smack!!) to undress (Smack!!) and get (Smack!!) a spanking (Smack!!) just like (Smack!!) this one."
Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!
"With (Smack!!) the (Smack!!) slipper." Smack!!
Ben sobbed uncontrollably. This was so unfair. He had confessed, just like his father wanted, and he was still going to get severely punished for it.
"Now (Smack!!) stay (Smack!!) in your (Smack!!) room (Smack!!) until dinner."