Christmas vacation was not going the way Ben had envisioned it. For one thing, he could tell that his dad was still pissed because of Ben's private deal with Mr. Fredericks. For another thing, his dad refused to say what was going to happen when school started again in January.
The first Tuesday of Christmas vacation, Ben was reading quietly when his dad walked in, slipper in hand. Ben saw the slipper and turned white.
"You thought I'd forgetten, didn't you, Ben?" his dad asked.
"Please, I've been good." Ben started to panic. He knew that his dad would not forget his promise of a spanking but the boy had tried to not think about it himself.
"Hurry up and get undressed, Ben. I am going to give you a hand spanking and then you can put your pajamas on for the slippering."
"P-please, dad, please," Ben begged. He knew it would do no good, but maybe it would buy his bottom a few more minutes of not being spanked.
"The longer it takes, the harder it will be. You chose to defy me by going behind my back. Now if you don't get naked, your slippering is going to take place on your bare bottom, too!"
Crying, Ben started to undress. This was so unfair. He pulled his shirt up and off his chest, then kicked his shoes off. Reaching down, he pulled his socks off. Following that, he pulled the zipper of his pants down and in one movement, finished undressing.
Ben's dad dragged his son across his lap.
Smack!! Smack!! Smack!! The man's hand fell repeatedly against his son's bottom. Ben had a lesson to learn. Smack!! Trying to deceive his parents would only earn extra punishment. Smack!!
Ben started crying almost immediately. Smack!! Smack!! His bottom was heating right up. Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!
For the next few minutes, the spanking continued. The naked boy wept bitterly, his round, wiggly butt exposed and feeling the pain. His dad kept it up until he felt that Ben had had enough. Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!
Finally, after at least 100 hand spanks, Ben's dad stopped.
"OK, son, come here." The man pulled his crying son against his chest and the boy sobbed. Ben's dad stroked his son's back and felt the red hotness of his son's cute bottom. Ben wouldn't like it, but the slipper had to come next, just like he had promised.
"Ben, put on your pajama bottoms so that we can finish this up." Ben continued to cry, barely hearing his dad's words. His butt was too sore to take more of a spanking anyway. He felt his dad stand him up and gently push him toward the chest where his pajama bottoms were kept.
At that point, Ben realized what his father was saying and cried even harder. Argument would do no good. Ben opened the drawer, pulled out his pajama bottoms and pulled them up his legs. Without prompting, he took the pillow and put it in the middle of the bed and laid across it, so that his bottom was at an optimal angle for his dad's slipper.
The boy's rounded bottom seductively presented itself to his father. Ben's dad picked up his slipper and aimed it at the crying boy's bottom. SLAP!! Again. SLAP! Ben shrieked in pain. He couldn't believe what his dad was doing to his bottom. SLAP!! SLAP!
SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! Ben's bottom was definitely on fire. He could not believe how much his bottom hurt. SLAP!! SLAP!! He could not believe how much pain this spanking was causing him. SLAP!! SLAP!!
"Maybe (SLAP!!) next (SLAP!!) time (SLAP!! SLAP!!) you won't think you are so smart that you can fool your dad." SLAP!! SLAP!!
SLAP!! Ben's father methodically spanked his son's bottom. SLAP!! Each time the slipper hit, the knew that the boy's bottom turned redder and redder inside his pajama bottoms. SLAP!! Ben cried bitter tears. SLAP!!
The man knew that his son deserved every stroke. SLAP!! He hoped Ben had learned a valuable lesson. SLAP! And he hoped that five more spankings during Christmas vacation would act as not-so-gentle reminders. SLAP!! SLAP!
Ben's dad put down the slipper. He lovingly looked at his crying son and realized that this was the kind of strict discipline that Ben needed. Then he quietly left the room.
Ben's father kept his promise over Christmas vacation. The boy found that his bottom hurt so much that he did not want to sit, let alone squirm. On Thursday, Ben was curtly ordered after lunch to go to his room and get ready for a spanking. Specifically, he was told to undress and put his nose in the corner. Half an hour later, his father came in and gave him a repeat of the spanking from Tuesday. If anything this hurt even worse, since his bottom was already sore.
Saturday and the following Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday were no better. His father did not act like he was mad or anything except during the spanking times. But when those came, Ben knew that his dad was showing little mercy. From the first Tuesday, Ben discovered that the only comfortable way to sleep was lying on his stomach. On spanking days he knew that his eyes would be red and puffy after a good long cry.
However, Ben still didn't know what would happen when school resume on Monday.