Jeff had thought he was so old. After all, it was his first day of high school, and now that he was 15, he knew it all.
Or so he thought. Walking in the frontdoor of his house, Jeff's thoughts rang back and forth, between all of the homework he had to do, and the news of the first day. It barely fased him when Jeff looked up, and his stepdad was right in his face.
"How was school, boy?"
Jeff cleared his throat after being lightly startled. "Umm, it was fine Dad. I'm just going upstairs to do homework."
"Not right now you're not. I gotta ask you something." My stepdad's voice had an ominous tone to it.
"What?"
My stepdad's hand, which had been behind his back, came around his side. Wound up in his fist was one of my belts.
"What is this, son?"
"It's a belt, dad."
"Who's belt is it?"
I swallowed, knowing my fate. "Mine."
My stepdad was very strict, and most of all, he was strict about the way I looked. The shoes had to be shiny. The shirt had to be neatly pressed, and tucked in. The pants had to be held in place by a belt. My least favorite rule. Afer all, belts were uncomfortable, all cinched tight around my waist.
"Well, son, I notice you're not wearing it."
"No, sir."
"You know what that means, don't you?"
"Yes, sir. A whipping, sir."
"You're right son - a whipping. Now you get upstairs."
I knew what to do. Trampling up the stairs, I went to my bedroom to get ready. First the shoes came off, then the socks. After putting them neatly in place, I stripped off my (unbelted) slacks, shirt, and underpants, put them in their place, and then I was nude. I took my place on the edge of the bed.
Stepdad's footsteps approached the room, and he opened the door.
"Son, I've tried and tried to nail it into your skull how much I care about the way you look. And you continually go against me! I've decided this is going to be the last day you've gone to school without a belt! I'm gonna use your bel to give you 40 lashes across your back and butt. Do you understand?"
"I swallowed, hard. YYyyes, sir."
I reluctantly walked to the punishment harness in the corner, my manhood swinging as I walked. The harness was basically a wooden cross, with leather straps to confine my feet and hands at each corner. I lifted my arms to allow my stepdad to affix them.
the harness put me in a perfect position for a good ass and back whipping. My stepdad picked up my 32", brown leather belt and took his stance behind me.
FWAP!!! The leather strap tore against my lower back. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
FWAP! FWAP! FWAP! The belt ripped against my flesh, leaving tender ridges that were soon to be crossed with another lash of the belt.
FWAP! FWAP!!! The lashes went on and on, and I just hung in my restraints, unable to scream anymore. The pain was unreal.
FWAP! FWAP!!! The belt curled around my side, striking my tender belly, nipples, and occasionally my dick. Fire ripped right to my bladder each time my penis was struck, and finally I lost control, pissing down the side of the cross.
FWAP! FWAP!! I regained strength, and shrieked out with the last few lashes. Finally, the fiftieth lash fell, and I shrunk in my restraints, glad that it was over, but longing for the sting to go away.
Stepdad unleashed me from the harness, and I fell back into his arms. He quickly laid me across the bed, where I think I passed out. I woke up the next morning.
"Oh, I see you're awake! Get yourself ready for school!!!!"
The sight of Stepdad this early in the morning was always horrendous. I slowly rose from bed, feeling the dampened bite of yesterday's lashes with every movement.
I quickly showered, and carefully put on my school clothes.
My belt was good and tight that day.............. Violations of my dress code led to punishment, usually a whipping.