This story is the fourth in a series of true spanking stories about me. I am and 18-year-old guy named Brent, living in the Midwest. My first posted story was titled "A Teenager's True Tale of Two Spankings". That needs to be read first, if you are reading my story for the first time. This current story will mean nothing in terms of characters and reasons, unless you have read that first story, and it's two follow up stories.
The second story was "A Teenagers Third Spanking". That was a continuation of the first story. Reading that will fill in the gaps between the first and the horrific third story.
The third story I posted was "A Bare Butt Spanking in Front of My Mom", and that took place on Saturday August 26th. That was the most embarrassing moment of my life. But for some reason it also stopped almost all the fighting between my Mom and me.
This story is about the follow up spanking that I was told I was going to get for the stunt I pulled with my mom in the last story. This happened yesterday on September 3rd. I am writing this on my boss's computer on Labor Day, since he is out of town on vacation.
Since Saturday. 8/26, I met with my spanker/mentor three times to begin the process of establishing the goals and rules I will live by in college. He is tough to argue with about goals and rules, because he doesn't argue. He just sits there and plays mind games with you, till you come to the conclusion he wants you to. He calls what he does to me, the "Socratic Method of Teaching & Selling". He says dictating goals and rules for college would be wrong, because they wouldn't be things I thought important. The other thing that has surprised me is that so far the goals and rules have only addressed my grades and handling of my finances. He says I must make mistakes in other areas of my life to learn how to live outside of my family and my Mom. Weird. The other guys my age who have written to me about my other stories think my butt is always going to be toast. Don't think so dudes!
I drove directly to his home for my follow up spanking yesterday morning. Those you know who have read these stories, no spanking is ever given the same way or with the same punishment tool. Today was going to be no different. AND HOW!
When I walked into his living room, the first that I noticed was he had it set up in a real funny way. He had a stool with like a saddle seat on it in the area between his dining room and the living room, close to the table. But what was on the wooden saddle seat is what caught my eye. He had a kitchen-cooking timer. A single dice. And a plastic paddle. Now that is where I got fooled. This paddle look innocent lying there. It wasn't!
It was about 12" long, with a 5" round diameter business end. It was real thin. Afterwards he took me to the website where he bought it. It is located at http://www. hansonpaddle. com/5inchroundpaddleshape. html. It is model #322. A 1/4" thick plastic paddle may not seem like much. Let me tell you right now. Never ask to have that used on you over something else. It is butt awful!!!!!!!
We sat on the couch and discussed what had happened to me in front of my Mom last week. He smiled a lot at my complaints of being stripped naked in front of my Mom and paddled. In the end I had to agree I had it coming for what I said. I also knew he really hadn't spanked me hard in front of my Mom. Just as we got all that stuff out in the open, the phone rang. It was my Mom!
For almost five minutes they chatted on the phone like what was about to happen to my butt was no big deal. Every once in awhile he would wink at me to let me know everything was cool. Then he finally said good bye. NFL time. Not For Long till spanking Brent time.
For a couple of more minutes he emphasized to me what my Mom had said about our changed relationship. He was really pleased that we hadn't fought at all since my infamous bare butt paddling in front of my Mom. Then what he said really got my attention.
"Son, your Mom needed to hear what her words were doing to you inside. I think I got through to her after your spanking last Saturday. I could see she enjoyed seeing you get your butt cooked way too much when I was doing it. That is why I was so easy on you. While you were laying on your bed, I kind of unloaded on her". With that he smiled and playfully tussled my hair. I started to say something and he put his finger on my lips and shushed me as he continued.
"I believe that today's spanking for fighting with your Mom will be your last. If I have to spank you for that again, I would be surprised. BUT, if need be, it will happen. Understand me Brent?" He looked at me kind of stern with his blue eyes more questioning than cold. Man can his eyes talk.
I was stupid enough to look a gift horse in the mouth and asked, "Whadda ya mean?"
He smiled and stroked my hair again and said, "The fight is all out of you two. If you guys fight in the future it will be only one person's fault. And I have him sitting right in front of me don't I?"
I nodded my head. Butt was still on the line. Way to go Brent.
"Time to get your last spanking for fighting with your Mom. Strip to your briefs Brent."
I pealed off my trainers and socks. Stood up and took off my jeans. And pulled my shirt off. Presto. One 18 year old dressed in his white Jockey Y-fronts, ready to be spanked.
He smiled as he noticed I was wearing the men's 2/3 cut briefs he bought me, instead of my regular boy's XL briefs. I thought I was doing myself a favor wearing these briefs, instead of the others. Wrong again Brent!
Then he took my hand and pulled me over to sit on his lap. I cuddled up, not wanting him to begin my paddling. He held me tight for a couple of minutes, stroking my hair, rubbing my back and neck. Really relaxing me. Then he spoke.
"You know what the timer is for?"
"Nope"
"You know what the dice and timer are for?"
"Nope."
"Wanna take a guess?"
There he goes again, shifting into Socrates.
"Wild guess. Somehow those two items are going to tell you how long to spank me."
"BINGO!" His left hand playfully swatted my cotton-covered butt.
"One toss of the dice will give me how many minutes to set the timer for. Very simple, very easy". He gently rocked me and then kissed me on top of my head.
Hey, this wasn't gonna be bad after all. His spankings lasted a lot longer than a few minutes normally. My butt was cool. Wrong again.
"Time to get this over with son".
He held my hand as we stepped over to the stool and he put the three items on the dining room table. He sat down on the stool and I noticed he was higher off the floor than a normal chair. Found out why too quick.
He pushed me over this right thigh, leaving me kind of dangling between his legs. Then he gave instructions to reach underneath his leg and clasp my hands behind my knees. In effect, double up over his leg. It was tight, but I did it. Now I knew why he wanted the slightly taller stool. Then he told me to stand back up and face him.
He picked up the paddle and started popping it against his hand as he lectured me. Then something really strange happened. I started to get a woody. I couldn't believe it. A woody! I had all kinds of thought going through my mind. Was it the sight of that paddle and it was turning me on somehow? Was I "scared stiff"? Why in the hell did my dick decide to tent my briefs at this moment in time? Last week I got it bare in front of my Mom. This week I get stiff in front of a man I think the world of. Tears of shame started forming in my eyes. I was so humiliated!
He saw my tears and the tent in my briefs and put the paddle down on the table. He pulled me tight against his chest, hugged me tight and stroked my hair.
"Surprised you haven't done that before now son", he said gently and quietly.
"Don't worry, almost every guy I have ever spanked was hard to some degree when I made them strip to their briefs for their first spanking. You were rare in that you didn't do it until now. Women I spank are usually damp between their legs when they bend over. It is physiological son, nothing to be ashamed of, or concerned about. You're not gay just because you got a boner before a spanking."
His words and soothing didn't help. As I looked at the paddle I was still stiff. But he was gentle with me. In a couple of moments it went down.
"Let's get this over with son". He pushed me back over his right leg, and my body dropped between his legs.
"Tell me what number comes on the dice when I drop it Brent".
He dropped the dice on the carpet in front of my face. A "3". Cool! Home free! NOT!
Next I was told to resume the doubled over position. Then I found out why I was dumb to wear the briefs I had on. As I got comfortable, they crept up my buns. They fit looser than my boys briefs, so that my lower bun cheeks were now bare instead of protected with a layer of white cotton. He did adjust the leg openings down as much as my position would allow. But I was dumb to wear these briefs today for this spanking.
His final instructions were ominous.
"Brent, you need to clasp your fingers together, tight, as you hold on to the back of your knees. This will be a test today son. If you let go during this three-minute spanking, we will stop. I will pull your underpants down and we will start over again on the bare. Each time you let go we start over. Understand?"
I kept thinking to myself. 'OK, I got maybe 40-60 swats coming with a plastic paddle. Piece of cake'. Wrong again.
"Ready son?"
I nodded my head as I heard him set the timer.
He tapped the paddle against my tight butt and it began.
He might as well have fired a blowtorch up back there. Same difference.
He didn't spank fair.
Instead of paddling me, with regular swats, one ever 2-10 seconds like he usually did. He did it machine gun style.
The swats were like one a second and given with a snap against my briefs. All over my briefs. He was lighting a fire in my ass literally. They weren't hard because he was snapping his wrist and that plastic paddle was stinging and burning. Lexan burns. BIG TIME!
SNAP! POP! SNAP! POP! SNAP! POP! SNAP! POP! SNAP! POP! SNAP! POP! SNAP! POP! SNAP! POP! SNAP! POP! SNAP! POP! SNAP! POP! SNAP! POP! SNAP! POP!
I was holding on for dear life. It wasn't helping, as I started crying out and begging for him to please stop. Anything but the awful barrage of plastic on my butt.
Then just as I thought I was getting to the point I could take it. He played no fair again.
My sit spots started getting it. They were stretched tight. And there was nothing there to protect them. I burst out in tears and started bawling. Nothing could feel this bad from something innocent looking. And he was not hitting me hard. He was just popping that _d_a_m_n_ed thing against my brief covered butt and now bare upper thighs.
"One minute"
'Crack' I thought I was going to scream. He actually spanked me with a hard swat. My butt exploded. What was it going to feel like at two minutes, with two swats?
That's all I could think about. In a minute I was going to get two hard swats. Then he got to spanking no fair again.
SNAP! POP! SNAP! POP! SNAP! POP! SNAP! POP! SNAP! POP! SNAP! POP! All on one spot. Low down on my right cheek. Right at the elastic leg band of my underpants.
SNAP! POP! SNAP! POP! SNAP! POP! SNAP! POP! SNAP! POP! SNAP! POP! All on one spot. Low down on my left cheek. Again, right at the elastic leg band of my underpants.
I started moving my body. Anything to escape the fire in my ass. I couldn't do anything but rock like a little kid on a turning bar in a playground. My head started bouncing off the carpet. He moved down to my bare thighs. I stopped rocking.
'Crack' 'Crack'
"Two minutes Brent."
Then it happened. I had to let go. It just hurt too much. I just couldn't take it any longer. I tried to get up. I couldn't. His left leg had me pinned.
He didn't stop! What was happening? My butt was in flames. But he wasn't stopping to start over on my bare, red, smoking buns.
'Crack' Left cheek
'Crack' Right cheek.
'Crack' Dead center
The timer went off!!!!!!!
"Three minutes"
He moved his left leg and lifted me up like a rag doll. He quickly had me in the bedroom, on my stomach and my briefs coming down. The ice and ointment was ready for my butt.
His hands felt particularly good as he rubbed away the awful sensation of that plastic paddle. Thank you Hanson Paddle Company. NOT!
After a good half-hour I finally felt like I could move again. I got up to look at my butt. It looked like I backed into a hot stove. It looked scorched. Deep fiery red. It was actually shiny, it was so scorched.
By the time I was through examining his handiwork, he had moved his position on the bed.
He was lying on his back. Head and shoulders propped up on some pillows.
I instinctively went over to the comfort of his waiting arms and he moved me on top of his body. My head was on his chest and my body was on top of his like a naked little kid.
He stroked my hair and rubbed my back as he discussed the whys of my spanking. I hadn't been spanked. I had been blow torched. I just couldn't get him to show me the _d_a_m_n_ed propane bottle. He explained why I was in such a tight position. Why I had light, rapid swats versus hard, slow swats. He knew exactly how and why he wanted to do to punish me. And he did.
Then I tried to ask one more stupid question, turning my head to look at his face. "Why didn't you pull down my briefs when I let go. Then make me start over on my bare?"
"SPLAT" An almost gentle swat landed on my left bun.
"_d_a_m_n_, I forgot all about that. Can you believe that?" He looked down at me grinning. I shook my head 'no'.
Then he started very lightly and almost in a tickling way spanking my butt, so that I started to giggle and laugh. This was something else. I get a woody one minute. Now I am giggling like a little boy the next. Talk about messing with your mind.
"Did you deserve a longer bare butt paddling?"
I shook my head 'no' as emphatically as I could.
"No you didn't. I had you hold on as a test. The reason I wanted you to hold on is simply this. The next time you feel the urge to blow up at your Mom, just remember how difficult it was to hold on. Then think about how difficult it will be if I spank you harder and longer on your bare in the same position. Just keep that it mind everytime you get the urge to fight with your Mom. That should help." He said with a big grin as he actually whacked my butt hard.
What an image in my mind. A bare butt paddling with the plastic paddle would be awful, especially if he actually paddled me. "Yo Ma, call me Saint Brent."
Today as I write this, I am as sore as I have ever been. My butt muscles actually ache. Just like the first time you do wind sprints for soccer after not playing all winter. BUT, NOT ONE PADDLE MARK ON MY BUNS! Just a dull pink glow the day after.
My spanker/mentor wanted to make sure that for the next few days I was going to be very sore every time I moved. A constant reminder about my mouth and my Mom. He succeeded at his mission one hundred per cent.
This may be my last story for at least a couple of weeks or more. I HOPE! His 30-day reign of terror has not only changed me; he has changed my Mom. If I have to write another story in the next 30 days, I may have to do it standing.
Thanks again to all the guys who have written to me about my stories.