(((The following third person story was originally posted on August 16, 1998 under the title "Apple Butt 2: The Big Black Belt" in my "Skyler" archive; inspired by another's story - tho not archived here))).
"Uncle Rod!" Tommy said, when the phone rang, "It's for you."
"Who is it? Is it Christine?" Rod yelled back from the toilet.
"A Mr. Hogan," Tom said, as Chip sat straight up in his chair - that wasn't a name he's heard lately.
There was silence coming from the bathroom, until Rod finally yelled back, "Tell him everything is fine. I've got everything well in hand."
"Mr. Hogan," Tommy said into the phone. "Uncle Rod wanted me to tell you that everything is fine, and that he's got everything well in hand. (pause) Uh-huh. (pause) All right, I'll tell him. (pause). Thanks, I guess. You too."
Tommy hung up the phone.
"What did he say," Chip said in a hushed tone, not wanting his father to hear.
"He wanted me to tell your Dad that they've got a sale on belts down at his store, and that if Uncle Rod needed any help working one of them to give him a call," Tom laughed. "That is so silly! Of course your Daddy knows how to work a belt!"
Chip turned pale white, as Tommy wrote the message on a pad of paper. "Yeah, that is funny," Chip said drying, afraid of what was meant by the message.
"Then he wished me a Merry Christmas, isn't that weird?" Tommy laughed. "In the middle of summer he's wishing me a Merry Christmas!"
Chip's heart stopped; he remembered Mr. Hogan, and that Christmas that Mr. Hogan taught his father the all about the joys of spanking. No, Mr. Hogan was not a popular person with Chipper.
"Make sure your Daddy gets that message!" Tommy said, leaving. "I'm going to meet up with Alex at Mrs. Doohan's place."
"Mrs. Doohan's?" Chip asked. "Why are you going over to that demon's house?"
"She promised me and Alex five dollars each if we help he with some yard work," Tom said with a shrug.
"I don't know why you hang out with that little CHOTE," Chip said. "He's so mean to you."
"Same reason you hang out with Brandon," Tommy said. "It's just cool to hang out with someone your own age, once in a while."
"Touché," Chip said, "But you would have to pay me a lot more than five dollars to hang out with Alex, AND work for Mrs. Doohan!"
"Hey," Tommy shrugged. "It's money. See ya."
"See ya," Chip said, quietly staring at the written message. Once Tommy was gone, he looked around and decided to get rid of the message; the last thing Rod needed right now was more information on how to be a good father!
Chip took the piece of paper, and a book of matches and went into the garage to destroy it. Oh, sure, he could have done just about anything else to have gotten rid of it, but if he had done that, he wouldn't have gotten caught and then gotten his butt....
Wait....I'm getting ahead of myself here....
Anyway, as I was saying, Chip took the message out the garage with the intention of destroying it by fire. He made a little pile with some other pieces of papers, pieces of wood and some leaves. Then he lit it, and up it went.
"_d_a_m_n_!" Chip thought to himself. "Why did I do something stupid like this! I'm BOUND to be caught now!!!" He started panicking, and tried to put it out. Naturally, it was about this time that his father showed up in the garage, as he looked at his boy jumping around some burning wood scraps and leaves.
"CHIP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!?!" Rod screamed. Chip just stood there looking dumb. "GET IN THE HOUSE THIS INSTANT AND GO TO YOUR ROOM!!!"
Chipper was terrified to death by the cold stare in his Pa's green eyes and the tight, tense lipped expression on his fuming face. Chip, now totally upset, quickly runs to the house, already starting to sob like a baby because he knows what will be soon to come.
Rod, in the meanwhile, quickly runs to the side of the house and gets the hose to hose down the fire, spread out the ashes, and hose them down some more, making sure the fire is completely out.
By this time he is so furious he is about to explode. Rod marches towards the house in a fit of rage, with one thing on your mind - he is going to give one boy a licking he will never forget! His callous hands are itching to get hold of Chipper, as the preteen hears the screen door slam as Pa enters the house. Chip just sits on the bed, already crying up a storm, and his rear end already itchy for the heat that will soon come it's way.
Rod stomps right into the kid's room, without saying a word, slams the door and grabs his only child by the back of his shirt and throws him across his lap, all in one motion.
"Please, Dad!" Chip screams in total fear. "No! Nooooo!!!"
Without saying a word, Chip's father grasps the bottom of his shorts by the waist band and yanks them down to the kid's ankles showing his small, snow white thighs and mounds of his cheeks. Dad's heavy hand comes down with a deafening CRACK.
Chip screams and lurches up but his Dad's grip on his back prevents Chip's success in avoiding what is to come! Rod's callused hand begins a quick successions of hard, stingy spanks across the kid's bare cheeks:
CRACK CRACK CRACK SLAP SLAP CRACK CRACK SLAP CRACK CRACK CRACK SLAP.
The room fills with the odor of little boyish flesh and the sweet smell of an angry Daddy, whose eyes are like steel and face is drawn tight. Chipper is screaming with all of his might. His cries sound like gurgles as he tries to catch a breath between the spanks, while tears are dropping to the floor.
"Puh-puh-pleeeeease!!!"
Chip's face is almost as red as his shiney bottom. His thin, but strong legs are kicking up and down and side to side.
CRACK SLAP CRACK SLAP CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK.
Finally Rod stops ,stands his son up and screams some more, "I CANT BELIEVE YOU STARTED A FIRE! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT MATCHES??"
"I'm sorry...."
"IF YOU WANT TO PLAY WITH FIRE IM GOING TO SET YOU ON FIRE!!!" Rod continues, as his boy is crying too hard to really respond.
"STAND THERE AND DONT YOU DARE MOVE!!!" Rod then walks over to the closet and gets one of his hard leather belts, comes back to him and says, "NOW YOU ARE REALLY GOING TO GET BLISTERED YOUNG MAN!!"
"Daddy, please....!"
"YOU FORGET HOW THIN THAT BATHROOM WALL IS, BOY," Rod said, still shouting as he doubled up his belt. "I HEARD THE MESSAGE FROM 'SANTA' LOUD AND CLEAR WHEN TOMMY TOLD YOU."
"I'm sorry....!" Chipster began, as his father pulled his shorts and underpants all the way off. "QUIET!" Rod commanded. "NOW YOU ARE GOING TO SLEEP ON YOUR CHEST FOR A WEEK!"
Still crying, Chipper screamed, sounding more like nine than like someone who is almost a teenager, "NO MORE DADDY! PLEASE NO MORE I 'LL BE GOOD ,PLEASE NO MORE!!!!"
At that point Rod grabbed him by my upper arm, and turned Chip around so that he was pressed hard against his father's thighs. He then raised the doubled up black belt above his head, and brought it down with a crack that sounded like a gun shot!
WHAAAAAAP!!!!!!
Chipper lets out an ear piercing scream and his body rubs from side to side against his father's bare legs. Rod continues the barage of licks across Chipster's quickly reddening bottom.
SWAT SWAT WOOSHSWAT WOOSH SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT WOOSH SWAT WOOSH SWAT WOOSH SWAT.
Chip is screaming like a banshee as each stroke cuts into his soft flesh, leaving angry red lines. The kid is struggling as best he can against his Pa's strong grip, and moving from side to side to try and avoid the blows. There is a very stong smell of reddening behind flesh filling the room as this totally bare bottomed boy tries to avoid the sharp strikes of the cold leather strap.
SWAT WOOSH SWAT WOOSH SWAT WOOSH SWAT WOOSH SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT.
Finally Rod tosses the strap. "I'm sorry I had to do that, Chip," Rod said, with a deep sigh. "You are old enough to know not to play with matches, understand?"
Chip made a noise that he understood.
"Good," Rod said, rubbing his naked boy's blistered butt. "From now on," he informed Chip, "I'm going to start using the belt on you."
"Huh?" Chip said, looking over his shoulder at his father.
"Even though I didn't talk with him," Rod continued, with a slight chuckle, "I think his message a suggestion for it, and he may be on to something."
Chip looked in agony at his father; this couldn't be for real!!
"I think you're old enough for it, now."
Rod then left his boy alone in the room to think about what had happened. A few hours later, Tommy came home and had no idea what had happened while he was away. He would never find out about the fire or his Uncle not getting the message either. He did make a note, later, that Chip had graduated to the big, black belt!