Ben was trying hard. The new school year had started. High School wasn't all it was cracked up to be. He didn't have as many friends as the year before and the classes were harder. The teen thought about Mr. Fredericks and how the teacher had kept him in line the year before. Ben also found himself missing the attention he received.
Ben found himself drawn to these memories. He remembered vividly the spanking he had received there at the end of the school year. The boy wondered if what he really needed was to have Mr. Fredericks back in his life. It certainly might put his life back on track. It was worth a risk.
The teen approached his former teacher's house. He was nervous and shaking a little. Ben hoped that Mr. Fredericks would understand why his former pupil was there. The boy wasn't wearing his "spanking pants" from the year before, but he had chosen a thin pair and decided to not wear underwear. Nervously, Ben rang the doorbell.
Mr. Fredericks warmly greeted his former pupil. "Ben, it is great to see you. Come on in."
"Hi," Ben said. "I was just passing by and thought I'd say 'hi.'"
"Well come on in and have a Coke or something. You are always welcome here." As usual, Mr. Fredericks was being very friendly with his former student. Ben readily agreed, following his teacher and friend into the house.
Mr. Fredericks retrieved a Coke from the refrigerator and handed it to Ben. Ben happily took it and try to settle down so he could have the talk with Mr. Fredericks that he knew he needed to have.
"So, Ben, how is high school treating you?" Mr. Fredericks looked at his former favorite pupil fondly.
"High School is crap. Excuse the language but it is boring and I don't have any friends there. I mean, I know high school is important and all that, but I hate it. Sometimes I don't even feel like going."
"Have you skipped some classes, Ben?" Mr. Fredericks asked. "That isn't like you at all."
"Yes," Ben said quietly.
"How many times?" The man's voice was questioning, not angry.
"Five," the young teen admitted.
"You can do better than that, Ben. I know you well enough to tell you that. You need to keep out of trouble and things will start to go better for you. You have a lot of potential but you have to get on well there. And I don't need to tell that you really need to watch out for your dad." The man chuckled at his last statement, but not meanly.
"I know," Ben said quietly. "And I don't want to hurt my dad's feelings because I know he thinks school is important. But I don't have any way to keep him from finding out because there is no one there to keep the information from him."
"It's really too bad that there's no one at your high school who can keep stuff from your dad, but I guess that can't be helped," the teacher said sympathetically.
"Yeah," Ben said, still talking quietly, "now it is just dad who is going to keep me in line. I wish there was some other way."
"Well," Mr. Fredericks said slowly, "I'd be happy to help but I have no way of preventing your school from notifying your dad."
"I know," Ben said quickly, speaking in a rush. But maybe my dad would agree to keep the arrangement we had last year so he doesn't have to keep punishing me and getting in the way of things."
Mr. Fredericks thought for a minute before answering. He knew that Ben was asking him to continue to provide the boy with discipline.
"OK, Ben, I will do it, but there are three conditions. And you have to agree to all three."
"What are they?" Ben asked. "I'll agree to anything."
"First, you have to come here every week and tell me the truth about everything you have done wrong in the previous week. If I ever catch you hiding anything from me then the whole arrangement is off."
"Sure, I'd never lie to you. I can do that."
"Second, you have to take the punishment I decide you need without arguing. I won't be too hard on you but you will know that you have been spanked."
"Yeah, that's no problem. I know that you are fair."
"Finally, I have to have a letter, in writing, from your dad agreeing to all of this. If I don't have a letter, I can't do anything. Otherwise I could get into legal trouble for spanking you."
"OK, I understand." Ben said this quietly. Convincing his dad might be tough.
"For today, though, Ben, I think you need a spanking for skipping class. Truancy is a bad habit to be getting into this early in the school year."
Mr. Fredericks thought for another minute.
"My paddle is at school, Ben, so what should I spank you with?"
The question caught the young teen by surprise. "Well," he stammered, "my dad uses a slipper on my butt when he is punishing me."
"Why don't you go home and get it for me?" Mr. Fredericks suggested.
Ben gulped. "My dad is home right now. I can't."
"OK, then. This is your lucky day. I will use my hand instead." Mr. Fredericks walked over to a chair and sat. Ben approached him and tried to stretch out across the man's lap.
"Not so fast, Ben. Because I am only using my hand, this spanking has to be on your bare bottom. And you need one spanking for every time you cut class."
Shaking slightly, Ben unsnapped his pants and pushed them around his knees so that his bare bottom was exposed. Mr. Fredericks ignored Ben's erection. The boy settled himself across his teacher's lap.
Smack!! The teacher's hand fell against Ben's bottom. Smack!! The hand fell again. Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!
The spanking brought back a flood of memories for the young teen. Smack!! His bottom started hurting. Smack!! Each time Mr. Fredericks' hand fell, Ben felt a sharp sting. Smack!! He knew that he shouldn't cry. Smack!! But he also knew that he would. Smack!!
Smack!! The man looked down at Ben's buttocks. Smack!! They were turning a mottled pink. Smack!! Ben needed this kind of punishment. Smack!! He felt certain that Ben's dad would agree. Smack!!
"There we go, Ben. One down and four to go. Just lie there and try to relax." Mr. Fredericks voice was friendly again.
Ben hadn't started crying yet, but he knew that it wasn't too far away either. While he knew his bottom was getting sore, he also knew that he needed the spankings he was getting.
Mr. Fredericks gently rubbed the sting out of Ben's bottom. He knew the spankings had to hurt, but that didn't mean he had to be cruel when the boy needed tenderness between rounds.
"I hope you know that this is for your own good, Ben," he said. "I really don't want to have to give you this hard of a spanking every week." The man continued to rub. Finally, he decided it was time to start again.
"Are you ready for the next one, Ben?" the man asked softly. Ben just nodded his head.
Smack!! Again, the teacher's hand found his target. Smack!! Now the other cheek. Smack!! Smack!! The man alternated between each side. Smack!!
Ben started sniffling. Smack!! Mr. Fredericks might be a nice man most of the time, but his spankings definitely hurt. Smack!! The sting was getting to him each time. Smack!! The boy tried to shift his weight and clench his buttocks. Smack!! Nothing seemed to work. Smack!!
The color was changing on Ben's buttocks. Smack!! The mottled pink was definitely turning a brighter shade of red. Smack!! Mr. Fredericks noticed that Ben was clenching and unclenching his buttocks in an attempt to find relief. Smack!! The man could also hear whimpering coming from Ben's mouth. Smack!! The spanking was having its desired effect.
"Ow!" Ben finally said. Smack!! He knew he couldn't hold back much more. Smack!! "Please!" Smack!! "It hurts." Smack!! "It hurts." Smack!!
"Two down, three to go, Ben," Mr. Fredericks said. "Let me rub some of that sting out of your bottom." Again the man reached down and gently rubbed Ben's hot, spanked butt. Ben felt the pain lessen a bit as Mr. Fredericks gently massaged his bottom.
"I'm sorry I have to be so hard, Ben—but if I am not, then I'm not really punishing you, am I?"
"I-I guess not, sir," Ben replied. "I know I need it."
"Yes, Ben, you do." Mr. Fredericks still sounded friendly, even though the spankings were quite hard. "Are you ready for the next set or do you need to rest for another minute?"
"Yeah, I'm ready," Ben said. "Do what you have to do."
"OK, Ben. I know you will do well."
Smack!! The man's hand landed again. Smack!! The boy's butt, which had stopped hurting as much with Mr. Fredericks' rubbing, felt like it was getting stung again. Smack!! Ben felt himself whimpering again. Smack!! He knew he would be crying soon. Smack!!
Smack!! Ben's sniffling grew louder. Smack!! Tears filled his eyes. Smack!! Another moan escaped from his lips. Smack!! He clenched his butt in a futile attempt to make the pain go away. Smack!! Nothing was working.
Mr. Fredericks saw the boy's battered bottom turn even darker. Smack!! First one cheek. Smack!! Then the other. Smack!! Ben was bucking slightly each time the man's hand fell against the boy's squirming butt. Smack!! Smack!!
Ben was trying to be brave. Smack!! He was a high school student. Smack!! High school students didn't cry. Smack!! Not even from spankings. Smack!! But Ben also realized that this wasn't true—because he was. Smack!!
The rubbing started again. Mr. Fredericks didn't say anything for a minute, his soothing hand doing the talking for him. He felt bad that Ben had to be punished like this—but happy that the teen trusted him enough to want him to be Ben's disciplinarian.
"There, there, Ben," the man's voice friendly again. "Three down, two to go. That means you are already more than half over. You are doing real well."
"Th-thanks," the boy stammered. He didn't feel like he was doing well. He felt like his bottom was on fire. He just wished that Mr. Fredericks' hand was as soothing during the spanking as it was right now. The man's gentle touch did relieve the pain a little.
Mr. Fredericks looked down at Ben's spanked bottom. He knew that Ben needed a few minutes before the next round. He gently rubbed away as much of the pain as he could. A few minutes would let Ben ready himself for the next round.
So the man talked to the boy about the importance of an education—and the importance of high school. He wanted Ben to know that the spanking was being given because he cared about the boy, not because he wanted to hurt him. Finally, he decided that the rest had been long enough.
"Are you ready, Ben?" he asked, wanting to make sure that the teen really was ready. Ben nodded. He just wanted to get this over with.
Smack!! The man's hand landed, starting the spanking for Ben's fourth truancy. Smack!! Because of the previous three spankings, the boy's buttocks were turning a fiery red. Smack!! Mr. Fredericks knew he had to continue to make each smack hard. Smack!! He wasn't doing Ben any favors if he went easy on him. Smack!!
Ben was crying. Smack!! He couldn't help it. Smack!! He knew that he was bad and deserved what he was getting. Smack!! He knew that this was for the best. Smack!! He just wished it didn't have to hurt so _d_a_m_n_ much. Smack!!
Every inch of the boy's shapely buttocks had received at least one open handed slap of the man's hand. Smack!! Most areas had received many more than that. Smack!! Anyone seeing Ben's bottom would know that he had received a spanking. Smack!! And a hard one at that. Smack!! The redness could be caused by nothing else. Smack!!
Smack!! As Ben cried softly, he felt the heat that Mr. Fredericks had spanked into his bottom. Smack!! It radiated over the entire buttocks. Smack!! He knew that his former teacher had been very thorough. Smack!! Then Ben remembered that they weren't done yet. Smack!! After this one there was still a final spanking.
Mr. Fredericks stopped spanking and started rubbing again. "You have done really well, Ben." Again, the man's voice was friendly. "One more and we can call it a day and be done with this."
Ben didn't say anything. He was just glad that Mr. Fredericks was rubbing his buttocks again instead of spanking them. He knew that he deserved what he got. He was just glad that his former teacher could also be kind and gentle between the spankings.
For the next five minutes, Mr. Fredericks did nothing but rub Ben's bottom. He knew that he still had to give the boy his final 20 slaps, but there was no reason he had to make it worse than it was already going to be. Soothing Ben's buttocks was an act of kindness that he didn't doing.
Finally it was time to resume.
"Ben, I know that it is going to hurt—but I have to finish what I started. Are you ready for the last set?" The man's voice was kind and soothing, not angry. He really did want to make sure that Ben would be able to withstand 20 more hard spanks.
"Y-yeah," Ben said quietly. He was no longer crying. The young teen would grit his teeth and take the last 20 like a man. He knew that he deserved them.
Smack!! The same tempo as before. Smack!! The same degree of harshness with the blow. Smack!! The same alternating between cheeks. Smacks!! The same result to Ben's buttocks. Smack!!
Ben's buttocks were turning almost scarlet. Smack!! The temperature in his bottom continued to rise. Smack!! Smack!! Ben found himself wanting to cry again. Smack!! But he forced himself not to. Smack!!
Every time Mr. Fredericks' hand landed, the boy jerked a little bit. Smack!! Ben was definitely in pain. Smack!! And definitely feeling this spanking. Smack!! He jerked a little. Smack!! But he also knew that he had to stay in place. Smack!! He knew that it was almost over. Smack!!
The final salvo began. Smack!! Mr. Fredericks admired the way Ben accepted his punishment. Smack!! Too many boys tried to avoid taking responsibility for their actions. Smack!! Ben wasn't one of them. Smack!! Now it was time to comfort him. Smack!!
For the final time that day, Mr. Fredericks started to gently rub the pain out of Ben's sore and scarlet bottom. Ben merely whimpered and accepted the man's attempts at relieving the pain. This continued for quite some time. Mr. Fredericks realized that this wouldn't be the last time he had Ben in this position.
A short time later, after Ben had a Coke and a chance to compose himself, Mr. Fredericks sent him on his way. Neither of them was angry. Both knew that what was done had to be done. Both knew that Ben would be back with his father's letter of approval.