IN 1997, 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 RECENTLY. IN REVIEWING THESE ORIGINAL SUBMISSIONS, I HAVE EDITED THESE STORIES AND NOW REPOST THEM WITH TYPO CORRECTIONS, ALONG WITH THE NEW ONES LIKE THIS STORY. THIS SERIES BEGINS WHEN I WAS 11, AND ENDS A YEAR AGO, WITH THE STORIES POSTED CHRONOLOGICALLY. ENJOY!
The summer after Sandy and I were married, the next door neighbor kids to her Dad began spending a lot of time with us, particularly the two boys.
Her Dad's neighbors were an interesting and inspiring family. He was a music professor at a small religious college than prepared ministers and their spouses for overseas missionary work. The pay was not much for this man and his growing family, but they were inspired to stay in their work.
This family's children were as different as night and day. The oldest girl was 13 going on 30. She almost never misbehaved, and was a like a little adult in almost everyway. The oldest boy Bill was like his sister in his behavior, being a studious bookworm. The youngest girl and the baby of the family was a little doll, and spoiled rotten. And then there was Jeff, the youngest boy and the third youngest. All the kids were spanked as punishment, only in Jeff's case you had to really spank him severely to make him his behavior change.
When I had dated Sandy, I had been put into a situation of having to spank Jeff and Bill. Sandy's Mom & Dad were out of town on a Shriner's trip, leaving she and I at her Dad's house for the weekend, taking care of Paul and Mike.
Jeff's Mom & Dad were going on a religious retreat for Mothers & Daughters, with Jeff's Dad having to go to do the music end of the retreat. Since all their friends were at the same retreat, we wound up with Jeff and his brother for the weekend. On Saturday night Jeff and his brother got spanked.
Jeff and Bill were sent to bed around 10PM on Saturday night, wearing their white cotton briefs, each in a twin bed. Like all boys, in a strange house, even though the bedroom they were in was 30 feet from their own house....they had to cut up and keep making noise. I gave them two shots at being quite before I came into the bedroom the third time with smoke coming out of my eyes. They knew they were dead meat, as I pulled out a chair from the bedroom's small desk.
Jeff's12 year old brother was first. His blue eyes had the look of all kids about ready to be spanked, as he nervously pushed his brown hair off his forehead. He was all ass and legs as a 5' 6" growing weed, with only a pair of JC Penney white cotton briefs for protection as he laid down across my lap. He got one hard hand swat for each of his years and had tears in his eyes by the sixth swat, but he didn't cry. When he got up, he did the furious rub that all boys do after a spanking.
Jeff was 10, and had a look in his brown eyes and face that spelled boy brat trouble. He was actually a joy to be around because he was so full of life, but he just couldn't stay out of trouble or stop starting trouble. I knew from the noises it had been him doing most of the racket, and he was going to get more.
Jeff was shorter, but built more athletically than his brother. He too had a big butt covered in white cotton briefs, Sears....a size too small and too old thin. Jeff's long black hair fell over his face as he assumed his OTK position. Jeff got ten swats on his briefs. I lectured him as being the real trouble maker and then pulled his briefs down to the bottom of his pink butt. Then he got ten more on the bare. He was sniffling with tears in his eyes as I pulled up his briefs. He too did the same rubbing action as he brother.
They both fell right to sleep. (I can't tell you how many times a similar thing has happened to me over the years of raising my children. Both boys and girls keep cutting up after they have "gone to bed". Once the hand spankings are over with, they sleep like little angels. I can think of several kids who just would never learn and got hand spanked almost every time they slept over.)
Jeff and Bill, more so than their sisters wound up at our house on Saturdays to swim. Jeff was Paul's age, and his brother liked playing big brother to my Mike, so it worked out very well.
One rule about the pool always, and I mean always got a child a spanking. Running on the pool deck. It was redwood deck, and got slick when the pool splashes covered it. It felt great on your feet when you were walking, but it turned slick when you were running. Paul and Mike had gotten some pretty bad scrapes and cuts, before their butts told them, "no more stupid".
Jeff was by nature hard headed and constantly in motion. I cannot imagine this kid in church, but today he is an ordained minister, teaching in a religious college just like his Dad. In talking with his Dad, he gave me permission to paddle Jeff's bare butt, because that was the only way he could get through to him sometimes.
The first time he got caught violating the rule I made it embarrassing for him. I came out to the pool with the Jokari paddle and gave him 12 swats across the seat of wet swimsuit, OTK. That was no fun, because it was one of those boxer brief, skin tight Lycra styles, that were popular then, and it was soaking wet. He was bawling and begging by the time the last swat splattered his wet, jack knifed buns.
For several visits, he apparently obeyed the rule, but then I caught him running again and repeated the procedure, with 12 more on the bare, 24 total. That time he hopped around the patio next to the pool with his swimsuit around his ankles and he didn't care what was showing...his butt was on fire. This time his sisters witnessed that one, and evidently he got in again when he got home from his Dad.
A month passed and then he not only got caught running, but he got caught just as he slipped on the deck and skinned up his elbow pretty bad.
This time he got pulled inside to get his elbow tended to; and then get paddled. I made him take off his wet suit on the porch and come into the bedroom where his clothes and his brother's clothes were.
I let him drip dry as I cleaned his skinned up elbow and dosed it heavily with rubbing alcohol and methiolade. He was blowing on his elbow and hopping up and down by the time "Dr. Parker" did his medical cure.
I told him to put on his briefs and lay down on the bed for a few minutes while I talk to the rest of the pool party. The rest of the kids were not doing anything but haveing fun, so all I had to do was tell them to listen carefully to what Jeff was going to experience. If they wanted the same as he was getting, just violate the "no running" rule. Got the usual innocent "not me" and "not us" platitudes as I headed back into the house.
Jeff was playing possum on my bed as I came back in and pulled the Jokari paddle from my dresser. He laid there with his legs _c_o_c_k_ed like he was fast asleep. His butt angled and ready, with the red, blue and white waistband of his Carters briefs just below his swimsuit's tan line. I leaned over and let loose with a hard swat to his cotton covered butt and he immediately "woke up", furiously rubbing his newly fired upon buns.
No time was wasted as I pulled him across my lap as I sat down on the bed. He started to cry and looked back at me with his dark brown eyes and asked way too late, "How many am I gonna get?"
Another sharp swat with the paddle to his brief covered rump and I asked in reply, "How many will it take to teach you not to run?"
He started crying and blubbered, "I don't know." Jeff obviously thought I would pick a number that would favor him and not me. But I was the one with the paddle.
I landed another hard swat and answered back, "Well if you don't know, neither do I, so I guess we just have to get started and not worry about it!"
Jeff wailed at that swat and my reply.
He got a slow, paddling, stopping at 24 swats. Jeff was beside himself, begging, bawling and promising to be a Saint if I stopped. A lot of Jeff's hysterics was an act, because there was not much force behind my swats. My intent was to give him a lot of swats in a long spanking. Not a short hard paddling.
As I massaged his warm buns, he quieted down as I lectured him on why he was in his position.
Just about the time he thought he was off the hook I resumed his paddling, this time with rapid fire wrist flips that created a ball of painful fire in his butt. 24 four of these swats took only 15 seconds, but he blubbered on for another five minutes as I did more lecturing and massaging.
Then I told him we needed to go out to the pool to finish off his punishment and make sure no one else would run again. He started really bawling now. Jeff knew he was going to get more and it was going to be bare and he didn't want any part of it.
By the time I got to the patio he literally was pulling back from my onward march to a bench that was waiting for both of us.
I pulled him face down on the bench and yanked his briefs to his ankles. Then his ankles were pulled under the bench and he was pulled forward, spreading his legs apart on both sides of the bench and pinning his ankles underneath the bench courtesy of his briefs.
Now he no longer cared where he was...but he really cared that his butt was bare and I was standing over him with a paddle. He started begging again that he had learned his lesson, etc. I landed a hard swat to red buns and told him to listen, not talk.
For the next minute all the pool party got a lecture about the deck and it's dangers when running. The listened intently...just as they stared intently at Jeff's twitching red buns.
I had Jeff's brother come over and sit down on the bench and grab hold of his hands. Mike and Paul were motioned over to stand next to Jeff's feet. He now had an audience for his final act.
I kneeled down next to Jeff and placed the paddle on his red butt. Forty eight times I landed rapid wrist flip swats to Jeff's twisting and heaving buns. He was hysterical by the time his 30-40 second spanking was over with. He kicked and fought so hard he ripped his underpants the last few swats. (When he got home that night his Dad gave him another bare butt paddling for "destroying his good clothes.")
Jeff swam a number of times that summer and next, but he never again got paddled for running on the deck. Like a lot of boys full of mischief as youngsters, he wound up a teacher following his Dad. I can think of several of my buddies from high school that were always in trouble and I mean always...they have just retired after stellar careers in secondary education. Moral of the story...give a kid who is full of it, a better than even chance...they have a lot to contribute.
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.