Part 1, "I suck at math"
It seemed like a good idea at the time. Math had always been my weakness, and I needed help to get me through 9th grade algebra, but as ours was a single-parent household on a budget, my mother didn't have the money to spend on an expensive tutor. So when we heard that a local boy scout troop was sponsoring a peer-tutoring program, free of charge, it seemed the perfect solution.
We called and made the arrangements, and on a Tuesday afternoon my scout arrived at our house for our first session.
My jaw dropped when I opened the door. The boy who had been assigned to tutor me was my friend Adam's brother, Ben. His younger brother, that is.
I'd known that Ben was a scout, and I'd known that he was academically brilliant and taking advanced placement courses, but it never occurred to me that he might be a tutor. Or, more to the point, I never figured they'd send a seventh grader to tutor a ninth grader. If I hadn't known him, and known that he was a genius when it comes to math, I probably wouldn't have accepted him as my tutor.
"Does Adam know that you're doing this?"
"Scouting?" he asked sarcastically.
"No, tutoring. Does he know that you're going to be tutoring me?"
"I don't think so. He's not much interested in my scouting activities, and I haven't told him about it."
"Oh. Could we make a deal? Could you promise not to tell him?"
"Why?"
"Because, it's kind of embarrassing to get remedial help from a friend's kid brother. I'd never hear the end of it, either; I guarantee you, Adam will tease the hell out of me for years."
"Out of both of us is my guess. I won't say anything if you won't. Now, let's get to the math."
We went upstairs to my room, where I had everything set up at my desk. If I had to characterize his style of tutoring, I'd say it was structured, disciplined, and repetitive. He gave me equations to do, and I had to walk him through them step-by-step. When I did them wrong, he would show me where, explain why, and then have me go through it again until I got it right.
I'd never seen this hard edge of his before. He spoke with great confidence as he barked orders and issued threats.
"Do it once more, and this time do it the way I showed you. If I have to tell you again I'm gonna spank your sorry ass so hard you won't be able to sit down for a week."
I wasn't used to being yelled at, and it felt weird. But it did seem to motivate me to work harder.
"Much better."
Then he laid out the real challenge. My next test score would have to be a ten point improvement over my last one.
"That test is in two weeks," I told him.
"That gives us two weeks, then, doesn't it? Ten points, Eddie, or I'm gonna spank your ass from here to Antartica."
He tutored me a few times a week, and when test-time came I felt much better about the subject. When we got them back, I was pleasantly surprised; I'd had an eight point increase. It still was only a c-minus, but it was a definite improvement over the several d's and the one f I'd earned so far.
Ben arrived punctually, of course, for our next session.
"My brother got his math test back, so I'm guessing you did, too."
"Yup," I said cheerfully as I handed it over.
He eyed it carefully.
"It's an improvement," he said flatly. "Eight points over your last test score."
"Yup. Eight points in two weeks. Pretty good progress for somebody as sucky at math as me."
"Your goal was ten points."
"Yeah, well, I came close. I'll do even better the next time."
"I'm sure you will. Stand up."
I stood, and he unzipped his backpack and took out a wooden paddle.
"Drop your pants and bend over that chair."
"Excuse me?"
"Drop your pants and lean over the chair. You didn't make the goal, and you're going to get the spanking I promised you."
"Ben, come on--"
"No, you're not talking your way out of this, Ed. The only way this will work is if you feel the consequences of your actions. I've kept up my end of the deal; I've worked with you three times a week on this material, answered all your questions, and gone over all your problem areas with you until you seemed to have a handle on it. You didn't reach the goal you agreed was a reasonable one, so I'm going to do just what I told you I was going to do from the start--give you a spanking you won't forget."
He stared straight at me. I'd never taken his threats literally--I thought he was just saying those things to push me on. But he was serious, and he had in fact put in all that time and effort to help me. He'd even kept the tutoring sessions a secret from his brother. For the first time in my life I was being held accountable for one of my own mistakes, and I couldn't charm my way out of it.
"You're right, Ben," I admitted in a quiet voice. I unbuckled my pants and pulled them down to my ankles.
"Underwear, too," he instructed.
I dropped my briefs and leaned over the chair. He guided me into the correct posture. I was mortified. I'm sure that at some point he'd seen me undressed before, maybe when changing into swimsuits at the lake or something, but this was different.
Without saying another word, he swung the paddle and SMACK!
That freakin' hurt! But before I could register the blow, another SMACK! And a SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
_d_a_m_n_! It had always seemed obvious to me that a spanking wouldn't be pleasant, but I'd had no idea that it would be that painful.
SMACK SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He just kept pounding away. I lost count after twelve, because that's when the tears started to well up. It took only a few more swats and I was sobbing and gasping.
Then he stopped.
"Is this the first spanking you've ever had?"
I nodded.
"Okay. I'll go easy on you, then. Get up."
Easy on me? He'd only beat the hell out of my bare ass and reduced me to tears. He sat down on the chair. Then he pulled me across his lap.
"No . . ." I wimpered.
But his open hand slapped my sore bum, first one cheek, then the other. Again and again and again. While not as rough as the paddle, they still hurt.
Finally he stopped and made me stand in the corner for a half hour with my pants still around my ankles. When the half hour was up--and I'd finally stopped crying--he called me over. I waddled across the room.
He pulled my pants off the rest of the way and guided me into my bed.
"Maybe you should take a nap," he said in a gentle voice.
That was actually what I wanted to do, just climb in bed and bury my head in my pillow. I sure couldn't look him in the eye.
He packed up his paddle and left, and I stayed in bed, rubbing my well-beaten buns. Spanked! I'd been spanked! The twerp had really given me a thrashing, and I'd obediently taken it. It was messing with my mind.
Part 2, "You can still do better"
When Ben arrived for our next session, there was an awkward silence. I wasn't sure how to relate to him.
He finally spoke.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah."
"I'm sorry if I hurt you badly the other day."
"IF? _d_a_m_n_, Ben, you beat the _s_h_i_t_ out of me," I replied. "I've never been punished like that before. Maybe I should've been, though."
"You've been coddled."
"Oh, yeah. Growing up without a father, I've never had a firm hand to reign me in. And my mom tends to compensate for my fatherlessness by doubling up on the mothering--I've had a whole lot more leeway than I should've. I've gotten away with way too much. Not that I've minded being able to avoid any serious punishment, of course, but the other day, as I was laying in bed rubbing my sore ass, I starting thinking about it. I starting thinking about how different my life would be if I'd had someone to really keep me in line. I know I'm doing okay now, I get pretty good grades and have a decent life, but I think I could've done so much better. Instead of being just another guy on the middle rung, I think I could've found my niche and really excelled at something."
"You still can do better, Eddie. You've got your whole life ahead of you."
"I suppose that's true."
"Well, I have to admit, I felt a little bad myself the other night. Not so much that I spanked you, because you earned that, but because you weren't used to being spanked. And because you're Adam's friend, and you're basically a decent guy, and I know about your situation as far as your father being deceased. Had it been anyone else I was tutoring, I wouldn't have second-guessed my punishment, but with you I had to wonder. Now that you've said this, though, I still think it was the right thing to do."
"Like I said, Ben, I should've been disciplined a long time ago. And now that I know what to expect if I slack off, I'm going to be more motivated to reach my goals."
And I was. I studied hard and made real improvements in my comprehension of the algebra.
However, in case I didn't mention it before, I really suck at math. Several weeks later, I failed to reach my target again.
Ben didn't even say anything, he just went for his bag and got the paddle out. For my part, I didn't whine or try to weasel my way out of it; I dropped my pants and leaned over the chair and accepted my spanking with dignity.
Or, at least with as much dignity as a fourteen year-old can have when he's having his bare buns paddled by a middle-schooler.
After a round of SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! with the paddle until I cried, followed by an across-the-lap slapfest until I was yelping, he gave me a time out in the corner and then put me to bed.
As he turned to leave, I grabbed his hand and held it. I don't know why. There were still tears in my eyes, and my emotions were all screwy.
"Do you want me to stay?" he asked tenderly.
I nodded.
He slipped into bed beside me and put his arm around my neck. I buried my teary face in his chest.
He reached down and fondled my dick. Not with any intensity, not to arouse me to the point of climax, but just enough to get me a nice, stiff erection. His hand cupped my woody, as if to remind me of his domination. And it felt good; it felt good to surrender to his authority.