School Trouble—End of the Year
The school year was coming to a close and Ben was having a hard time concentrating on his class work. Soon the year would be behind him and so would his deal with Mr. Fredericks. It was hard sometimes being the only kid in his entire school who had a teacher that would spank him whenever he was bad. Even though Ben had made the deal in the first place, it had not quite worked out as well as he had planned.
Ben sat in his science class trying to pay attention while the teacher droned on and on. It was hopeless. The young teen figured that if this guy could bottle his lectures, the teacher would make a fortune because they would be put people right to sleep.
"Psst, Ben," the boy dropped all pretence of paying attention as his friend Troy Marbry handed him the note. Ben slowly opened it and looked at the message. The note was a rather tasteless joke about how boring science class was. Ben smiled, Troy was just as bored as he was. Ben passed the note to Ron Blake, sitting to his left and turned back to Troy.
"Geez, you'd think that somebody would figure out that the day's too nice for this crap." Ben was whispering. He figured a conversation was better than a nap.
"Yeah, you're right."
"Ben, Troy," the teacher interrupted, "in this class I expect you to listen to me, not each other. Now be quiet."
The two settled down for a few minutes but boredom soon set in again and so did the whispering and talking. Why on earth would their teacher actually think they would learn anything this close to the end of the year?
"OK, you two—OUT!!"
Everyone in the classroom knew which two the teacher was talking about—and both Ben and Troy picked up their books and headed for the office. Both boys knew the drill and each also vaguely knew there wasn't a whole lot the school could do about their behavior on the very last day.
In the school office, both boys listened halfheartedly to the Vice Principal lecture them about behavior and then sat sullenly until the end of the period. When the bell rang, both boys got up to leave.
"Gee," said Troy as they walked out, "that wasn't so bad."
"Yeah, you're right," Ben said.
The two of them almost bumped into Mr. Fredericks, who was walking into the office.
"What are you doing here, Ben?" the homeroom teacher asked.
"I-ur, um, I got sent to the office for talking in science class," Ben admitted.
"Well, then I expect to see you after school so we can 'talk' about it. Don't be late."
Ben knew that he would be wearing his tight spanking pants one last time. And it was so unfair. Science was so boring but he had to be there.
"No, please, it's the last day of school. Can't you forget it or something?"
"No, Ben, I can't forget it. But just this once I will delay it. I expect to see you at my house on Sunday afternoon, 2:00. Don't be late."
"Yes, sir," Ben said happily. He couldn't believe his good luck. The boy had fully expected the school year to end with him having a sore bottom as Mr. Frederick's final act as his in-school disciplinarian.
At the end of the day, however, as everyone cheerfully cleaned out their lockers and cheered summer vacation, Ben entered Mr. Frederick's classroom for the last time.
The teacher handed him a brown sack. Ben's tight thin pants were inside.
"I believe these belong to you," the teacher said, continuing, "Here is my address for Sunday. I'm so disappointed the year had to end this way."
Ben felt like a ton of bricks had been lifted. After all, the school year was over—why should he show up on Sunday? Let Mr. Fredericks think he would. There would be nothing the teacher could do when Ben didn't show up.
The teen put the last school day behind him as summer vacation started. Junior high was behind him. Maybe he could even try to talk his dad into not spanking him any more. After all, he was in high school and too old for that kind of punishment.
On Wednesday, Ben's dad confronted him.
"Did you have an appointment on Sunday with Mr. Fredericks?"
Ben's heart sank. How could his dad have found out? The teen decided to play it cool.
"What do you mean?" Ben asked coyly.
"It's not a tough question, Ben. Were you supposed to go over to Mr. Fredericks' house on Sunday?"
"No," Ben replied, catching himself lying and already knowing that he would be caught. "_s_h_i_t_, _s_h_i_t_, _s_h_i_t_," the boy thought to himself.
"That's funny, Ben, because I got a letter in the mail today from Mr. Fredericks. It says that you were supposed to go to his house on Sunday for a spanking because you misbehaved in school. Why would he send this letter if you weren't supposed to go there?"
"I-uh-I-uh," Ben stammered.
"Don't try to lie and make it even worse. When you make commitments, I expect you to follow through on them. I've called Mr. Fredericks and he expects to see you at his house in 15 minutes. He said something about you knowing what pants to wear."
"Y-yes, sir."
"And when Mr. Fredericks is done with you, then it will be my turn." Ben could tell that his dad was pissed.
Ben hurried to his bedroom. His thin pants were still in the bag where he had left them. Trying not to cry in advance, the young teen quickly took off his regular pants and underwear and put on the thin pants that Mr. Fredericks had made him wear so many times during the school year.
Ben also knew that when his dad told him 15 minutes, that he'd better be AT Mr. Fredericks' house in that time or it would be even worse. Ben quickly walked the two blocks to his teacher's house. When he knocked on the door, Mr. Fredericks quickly answered.
"I see you are right on time, Ben," Mr. Fredericks said pleasantly. "I'm sorry that I had to notify your father, but we had a deal."
"Yes, sir," Ben said miserably.
"Would you like a Coke or something before we get started?"
The question surprised Ben. On the other hand, any reason to delay the inevitable was good. He eagerly accepted his teacher's offer.
For the next five minutes or so the two chatted pleasantly, as if Ben had come over just to say "hi." Finally, Ben swallowed the last drop of Coke.
"OK, Ben, we need to do what you came here for. I want you to lie face first across the arm of the couch. Make sure your butt is out so I can paddle it."
Ben gingerly lay over the arm of the sofa, his feet remained on the floor while his head rested against the cushions. He closed his eyes.
"Ben," Mr. Fredericks said almost reasonably. "First I cam going to spank you for misbehaving in class, then I'm going to spank you again for not coming over when you were supposed to. First, I'm going to use the paddle."
Ben shut his eyes even tighter. WHACK!! The paddle landed against his bottom, barely protected by the thin pants. WHACK!! Again. WHACK!!! Ben knew this was really going to hurt.
WHACK!! "Stick your butt out," Mr. Fredericks commanded. WHACK!! WHACK!!
Ben was trying hard to keep from crying. WHACK!! He knew that it was a losing battle. WHACK!! He always cried when Mr. Fredericks spanked him. WHACK!! At least his dad wasn't spanking him, at least not yet. WHACK!!
"Ben (WHACK!!) when (WHACK!!) you (WHACK!!) make (WHACK!!) a promise (WHACK!!) with me (WHACK!!), I (WHACK!!) expect you (WHACK!!) to (WHACK!!) keep it." WHACK!! WHACK!!
Ben was crying, burying his head in the couch so he wouldn't be too loud. WHACK!! His buttocks were on fire. WHACK!! He didn't know how many more he could take. WHACK!! He wanted mercy he knew Mr. Fredericks wouldn't show. WHACK!!
"Stick your bottom out, Ben." WHACK!!! With great effort, the crying boy obliged. WHACK!! He hoped it would be over soon. WHACK!!
"Please." WHACK!! "Please stop!" Ben begged. WHACK!! Every inch of his bottom was sore. WHACK!! The pants provided absolutely no protection. WHACK!! The boy sobbed each time the paddle landed. WHACK!!
"Next time (WHACK!!) you (WHACK!!) will (WHACK!!) remember (WHACK!!) to behave (WHACK!!) in class." WHACK!! WHACK!!
Mr. Fredericks put down the paddle. The boy sobbed miserably. The man reached out and gently rubbed the boys blazing hot bottom, protected by nothing but a thin layer of clothing.
Ben was crying hard as his teacher pulled him into his arms and continued rubbing the boy's bottom. The rubbing felt good. But Ben's butt was so sore he knew he would have a hard time sitting for a week.
"You did real well, Ben," Mr. Fredericks said in almost a friendly manner. "You know you deserved the paddling and now it is over with. We only have one more spanking to go and we are done."
"I'll give your butt a minute or two to feel better before we go to the next spanking."
"W-what, spanking?" Ben asked through his tears. "Wasn't a paddling enough?"
"No, Ben. You got paddled because you misbehaved at school. Now I have to spank you for ignoring my command to be here on Sunday."
"No, please," the boy whispered.
"In fact, Ben, this spanking is going to be something new and different for us. You are going to get your next spanking on your bare bottom."
Ben barely heard that through his tears—but he did hear it. This was awful. Mr. Fredericks had never spanked his bare bottom before.
"Please, not that."
"Look, Ben, you brought this on yourself. Now come over here."
Mr. Fredericks sat down on a chair and drew Ben close. "Pull down your pants or I will pull them down for you."
His bottom still stinging from the paddle, Ben reached down and unsnapped his pants and pulled down the zipper. In a quick movement, he pulled his pants down his legs and around his ankles. Ben was deeply embarrassed because his penis was hard.
Mr. Fredericks pulled Ben across his lap. The boy's round plump buttocks were scarlet. The paddle had done its job well. The young teen had already taken quite a spanking.
The teacher wasn't real cruel. Now that the boy's bottom was bare, he gently rubbed it. The young teen's buttocks were almost hot to the touch. Ben thought the rubbing felt nice. But his butt was still burning.
"Now you are going to get spanked for not coming over when you were supposed to."
Smack!! Ben wasn't expecting the first swat. Smack!! He jumped as the man's hand swiftly descended again. Smack!! While he had stopped crying a minute before, now he started again. Smack!! This was bad. Smack!!
Mr. Fredericks spanked harder and harder. Smack!! Smack!! Ben had to know that disobeying him would lead to severe punishment. Smack!! The boy was bucking on his lap Smack!! The man held the boy own and kept smacking. Smack!!
Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!
Ben howled. Smack!! Smack!! Although it wasn't as hard as the paddle, it still hurt a lot because his butt was already on fire from the paddling. Smack!! Every square inch of his butt felt sore. Smack!! Smack!!
"You (Smack!!) are (Smack!!) a (Smack!!) bad, bad (Smack!!) boy." Smack!!
Ben felt himself go limp as the spanking continued. Smack!! Smack!! He couldn't take any more—but he didn't have a choice either. Smack!! He wished now that he had obeyed Mr. Fredericks and actually gone to his house on Sunday. Smack!! Smack!!
Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!
"I learned my lesson." Smack!! Smack!! "I learned my lesson!" Ben sobbed. Smack!! "Please stop." Smack!! "Please." Smack!!
"I (Smack!!) will stop (Smack!!) when (Smack!!) I think (Smack!!) you (Smack!!) have had (Smack!!) enough."
Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!
Finally the teacher stopped. Again he gently rubbed his student's burning bottom. Ben sobbed, almost unaware that the spanking had finished.
"It's OK, Ben; it's OK," he soothed. Ben just lay there, crying, his body shaking slightly. Slowly the boy regained his composure. Mr. Fredericks helped him off his lap and Ben quickly pulled his pants back up, hiding his now soft penis.
"You can go on home now and I will call your dad to tell him you are on your way. He will be proud of the way you took your punishment."
Ben fled Mr. Fredericks' house. At the same time, he remembered vividly that his dad had promised him another spanking when he got home. Ben could barely walk as he covered the few blocks between the house. He certainly hoped nobody he knew would see his red puffy eyes or the tears streaming down his face.
When Ben got home, however, he had another surprise. His father was waiting for him.
"Ben, I have talked with Mr. Fredericks and he said your butt is red and sore. As a result, we are going to wait until Saturday to wait for your bottom to heal—then you will get your punishment from me. I want to make sure you feel it."
In a way, Ben was happy. He was glad that he wouldn't have to endure another spanking this soon. On the other hand, waiting until Saturday would only make it worse—and Ben had a good idea that he would be just as sore on Saturday as he was right now.
Ben had a hard time sitting the rest of that day. He went into the bathroom and looked at the red, swollen mess of his buttocks. Mr. Fredericks had done quite a number on him. For the rest of that day, Ben did not try to sit—and when he went to bed that night, he slept on his stomach.
The next day, Ben's bottom still hurt, but the pain had faded a bit. The boy could sit, but he found himself squirming when he did. But as the Thursday turned into Friday, his butt started feeling better, and by Saturday it was back to normal.
On the other hand, Ben remembered that his dad had promised a spanking on Saturday—and his dad never forgot promised spankings. Ben fretted the entire day. His dad acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Ben didn't let that fool him. He knew better.
Ben moped around the house the entire day. He knew that he couldn't really go anywhere. His dad might decide that anytime was a good one to give the promised spanking.
Finally, at the dinner table, Ben's dad finally brought up the dreaded subject. "As soon as supper is over with, Ben, I want you to go to your room and put on your silk shorts. I will be up shortly and we will finish our business from Wednesday."
Ben felt a twinge in his butt. The look on his dad's face told him that he was in serious trouble. His dad did not look happy. Quickly excusing himself from the table, the boy hurried upstairs to get changed.
The teen knew which silk shorts his dad was talking about. Slowly, Ben took off his t-shirt, socks, shoes, pants and underwear. Standing in his room naked for just a minute, Ben contemplated the silk shorts that would soon provide his only protection. Then he slipped them up his legs and around his waist.
His father came into Ben's room a few minutes later, slipper in hand.
"OK, Ben, lie across the bed." The boy scampered to obey. "Put a couple of pillows underneath you." Ben obeyed that as well, the pillows raising his plump bottom. The teen's feet were on the floor so that his buttocks were the highest point on his body.
The young teen felt his dad press down on his back to hold him in place.
WHAP!! The slipper landed against the silk shorts. WHAP!! Ben jumped. WHAP!! This was really hurting. WHAP!!
"Ben, I am very ashamed of you." WHAP!! WHAP!! "When you make commitments, I expect you to keep them." WHAP!! "Is that understood?" WHAP!!
"Yes, Sir." WHAP!! WHAP!!
The teen felt his butt explode as the slipper landed. WHAP!! His dad was making sure the boy was really feeling it. WHAP!!
Ben hated the slipper. WHAP!! It really hurt. WHAP!! Nobody believed him when he told them how much a shoe hurt. WHAP!!
"You are a very bad boy." WHAP!! WHAP!! "I expect more of you." WHAP!! WHAP!!
Each time it landed, Ben jumped. WHAP!! He was sobbing bitterly, and had been crying from almost the first smack. WHAP!! This was so unfair. WHAP!!
Ben tried not to kick. WHAP!! It was no good. WHAP!! This just hurt way too much. WHAP!!
Finally, the boy's dad put down the slipper. Ben was crying into the mattress and his body was shivering. Ben's dad knew that there was one spanking down and one to go.
Unlike Mr. Fredericks, though, Ben's father decided not to wait. Dragging the crying boy off the bed, he pulled him across his lap. Then he reached down and removed the silk shorts, so that his son was naked.
Ben had a faint sensation of his silk shorts being removed. "Oh, no," he thought. This could only mean one thing—another spanking.
Ben's dad didn't let the teen get settled too much in. Smack!! His heavy hand landed again and again. Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!
Ben's bottom, on fire from the slipper, hurt even more. Smack!! His crying grew louder and louder. Smack!! Smack!!
Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!
Ben's dad looked down at his son's rounded bottom. Smack!! The slipper had already turned it red. Smack!! He wanted to make sure that his hand spanking turned it purple. Smack!! Ben clearly deserved this spanking. Smack!! No son of his was going to make a promise he never intended to keep. Smack!!
"Please stop." Smack!! Smack!! "Please stop." Smack!! Smack!! Of course, his father would only stop when he was good and ready. Smack!!
Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!
Ben's dad methodically spanked his son's naked buttocks. Smack!! He was an old pro. Smack!! Ben would thank him later in life. Smack!! Right now, though, his son bucked and squirmed each time his father's hand landed. Smack!!
Ben tried to speak but his bottom hurt too much. Smack!! All he could do was sob and jerk each time he was hit. Smack!! Smack!!
Smack!! Smack!!
There was no escape. Smack!! Each inch of the boy's buttocks was slowly turning purple. Smack!! His bottom, while nice and round, was even rounder as it swelled up. Smack!! He jerked and tried to move away. Smack!! It was no good. Smack!!
Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!
Ben's dad slowed down. Smack!! Hopefully his son had learned a valuable lesson. Smack!! If he hadn't, the slipper was always available. Smack!! Ben might consider himself too old for all this, but as long as he behaved like a child, he would be treated like a child. Smack!! Smack!!
The man stopped. He picked his son off his lap and helped him over to the bed. Ben curled into a ball and did his best to not lie on his spanked buttocks. The crying continued. This spanking was over. But the summer was just beginning.