(This is part of a group of true stories, taking place through out my life, childhood to present day. Like all others in this series, these punishment spankings took place as it is written here. This particular story takes place in the spring of my junior year in college, after I had returned from Japan, stories "M" & "N" on the MMSA Stories archive.)
Adjusting to western civilization's values was tough, _d_a_m_n_ed tough. I left Japan in August, just before I turned 21. I had two weeks to acclimate my mind and body, before I continued my college education. Human life in the Orient has a different value than here, and that was the toughest readjustment....especially after some of my military assignments. One morning I garrotted a kid with his high school letter jacket, for spilling my coffee on me just before a lecture hall class. Thank god the campus police chief had been in Korean war, and could relate to me.
In my second month back, I began a relationship with a student nurse named Judy, who roomed with a recent divorcee with two kids. Abby had put her husband thru med school, and when he got out of residency, divorced her. Abby's kids were 12 & 14 when Judy introduced them to me. Robin was a very spunky, mouthy 14 year old teenage bitch, bitter at all men, not just her father....and a 'delight' to be around. Gary was a different matter.
Gary was about as awkward and gangly as any kid going thru puberty that I have ever seen. He stood about 5' 4", curly blond hair, blue eyes, big grin, freckles, alabaster skin....and all legs & butt. He looked like he could have stepped right off the set of "Hee Haw".
Over a period of months, being with Judy in the house, both kids began to respect me, especially Gary. I was able to make him mind me with a simple snap of my fingers and hard glare. (It still works with my kids today, and they're all over 21.) His mother Abby was like a lot of women I know, they scream at their kids. Soon, the kids develop severe hearing loss that coincides with their mother opening her mouth. That disease was getting Gary and his sister into trouble all the time. Abby began to see my control over him, so she appealed to me to take a larger role in his life. That was fairly easy to do, since Judy and I were splitting apart, because our relationship was not growing.
I went into some detail with Abby about how I had been raised and some of the spankings I had given and gotten. Did she have any problems with Gary being disciplined in the same manner? She said no, and was enthusiastic for my being his "big brother & mentor". I had no problem with spanking Gary, because he really respected me. (The ulimate and most cruel form of child abuse, is for an adult to discipline a child that doesn't respect the adult. If a child doesn't respect you, that is your problem, not the child's.)
We then set up a loose schedule where Gary would get out Abby and her sister's hair everyother weekend or so, starting on a Friday night. Abby and I sat down with Gary and outlined our plan of visits. He jumped up from his chair, stumbled across the room and gave me a big hug. I sat him down between his mother and I on the couch.
"Gary, this is not going to be all fun & games. I live by the rule of once with kids. You are told to do something once. There is no next time, until after you have been spanked. Plus, your mother is going to report to me any severe misbehavior. Instead of her belt spankings on your jeans, I will paddle you on the bare. Do you understand me?", and I looked into his baby blues and he blinked several times and choked.
He nodded his head and we went over the basic rules of conduct his mother wanted him to live by....and I went over my additional rules. None were overly restrictive, and none should cause him to be spanked. However, the first Friday night caused Gary to get his first spanking.
His mother insisted on breaking him of cussing. (Dumb idea.) Gary hated to loose at anything and he lost to me at a game of Monopoly and cut loose. After he calmed down, we went into the living room of my apartment and sat next to each other on the couch and discussed his conduct. Soon we were in my spare bedroom/office and he was crying as I told him to unbuckle his belt. He did that, plus unzipped his jeans. As he did, I pulled him over my lap and pulled down his jeans to his knees.
He layed there, jacknifed over my lap, with his double seated white cotton briefs protecting his humpy buns. I then proceded to give him a moderate, but firm hand spanking of 12 swats on his briefs and then three on his bare to basically let him know, that yes....I would spank him if he broke the rules even slightly. He was crying but not kicking when I let him up.
About a month later was when Gary crossed the line. His mother caught him with a $5.00 bill in his hand, as he was putting her purse back on the shelf. It seems as though he wanted to buy a certain series of model race cars, and didn't want to earn it the old fashioned way....work for it. His mother and I came to the same conculsion. A long paddling was the first order of business a few nights later, when I picked him up for our weekend visit. I told Abby that he should be warned about our first conversation, where this kind of conduct called for my punishment....not hers. She agreed totally.
My next problem was that I didn't have a paddle. I didn't have time to make a wooden paddle, but an ad in the paper caught my eye. A local plastics manufacturer had an outlet store, where scrap plastic was sold. I went down, and sure enough I found a perfect paddle wannabe. It was a 1/4 inch thick, clear plexiglas, 2 inches wide and about two feet long. I saw a store clerk cutting up other plastic into specific shapes for other customers. Inside of a minute, I had a 14 inch paddle, including a 4 inch handle, 1 1/2 inch wide. Perfect for Gary's butt, OTK.
The second thing I bought him was some white cotton underpants, without the thick double seat. I purposely bought them one size smaller than what he wore in his other spanking. Now, I was prepared to give him what he deserved.
When I picked up Gary that Friday evening, he was really down in the mouth, already guessing that his butt was soon going to be hot and sore. On the drive home, I talked about everything, but what was going to happen to him when we arrived at my place. He soon was involved in the conversation in his usual cheefrul self, until I pulled into my driveway, and he again got very quiet.
He put his things in the spare bedroom, and walked awkwardly back into the living room and sat down next to me on the couch. We had a long discussion about why he had stolen the money, and why the cars were so important to him. I did feel sorry for him, but his mom just couldn't afford those kind of impulse purchases.
Then I told him to prepare for his spanking by stripping all of his clothes off, except for his underpants. He did so, soon standing in front of me, starting to tear up, wearing just his briefs. I reached over and yanked them down to his ankles, revealing his small _c_o_c_k_ & balls and emerging pubic hair. He was now openly crying as I pulled them off his ankles and told him to march into the spare bedroom.
I took a seat in front of my desk, and reached into the top drawer for Gary's new underpants. I handed them to him and ordered him to put them on, which he quickly did, now standing just in front of me.
"Gary, you stole $5.00 from your mother. How many swats do you think that's worth in dollars and cents? Is it worth a dollar a swat, or maybe a penny a swat?", I asked him pointedly.
"Jason, can I please have only a dollar a swat.", he said with a hopeful look to his eyes, as his fingers played with the leg openings of his new briefs.
"No Gary, I think stealing from you mother is worth a penny a swat!", I said very intensely.
"Oh please Jason, nnoo.", he wailed, now really begiing to cry.
"That's 500 swats.", he said between his blubbers.
"Well, you tell me what stealing from your hard working mother is worth.", I said even louder.
"How about a nickel?', he said between tears, still nervously playing with his underpants and blubbering.
"That's 100 swats Gary, and that is just punishment for stealing from your mother. I am going to paddle you 50 times on the briefs and 50 times on the bare.", I said very emphatically.
With that I reached back into the drawer and withdrew my new paddle. Gary took a small step back and recoiled at the sight of his punishment instrument. I grabbed his left wrist and pulled him over my lap.
"Oh Jason, please don't paddle me. I have never been paddled. Please use your hand. PPLLEEAassEE don't paddle me," as he started begging and crying even harder now, looking over his left shoulder.
I adjusted his new briefs, admiring how much less protection they provided than his other underpants. They were thin enough, I barely could see his ass crack thru the new fabric. I picked up the paddle and tapped his briefs, causing Gary to involuntarily kick his feet.
"CCRRAACCKK" The first paddle swat caused Gary to suck in his breath and then scream, as it landed just above the leg openings of his briefs.
"PPLLEEAassEE, JJAassOONN!", he wailed and kicked.
"WWHHAAPP" The second was harder and right in the middle, as his right hand shot back to protect his butt. My left hand pushed his right hand into the small of his back.
One by one, I slowly worked the paddle swats all over his underpants Soon he was trying to buck off my lap, his cotton covered cheeks, flexing and clinching. At 20 swats, he was kicking randomly and frantically, trying to escape the sting of the plastic paddle. At 50, I stopped. I waited about a minute, before I peeled his underpants down to his knees. His butt actually glowed red.
I raised the paddle high and brought it down with alot of force on his crimson butt's lower cheeks, causing Gary to arch his total body, and cutting loose with a horrible scream. I waited three seconds and repeated the swat, just alittle higher.
"NO, NO, NO, OH PLEASE JASON NNOO.", he screamed, his legs kicking wildly, and sending his briefs flying. I was glad I lived in a basement apartment, and no one was home on Friday night in this singles complex.
I slowly counted to three between each swat, and then let fly. Each time the reaction was intense and loud. After 20 swats, he stopped fighting the swats and just convulsed and screamed with each new hot stab of pain. Every 5-6 swats, I landed a blow on his tender upper thighs, causing a new level of crying and begging.
When I finished the 50, I laid down the paddle and started to gently rub his hot, swollen cheeks. When he was able, I guided him into my bedroom and laid him down on the bed. After an hour of ointment and rubbing his multi-colored cheeks, he had stopped crying. We again discussed what he had gotten and why. He admitted I had been severe, but he deserved it. We then went to the late movie, and he was back to normal by the time I put him to bed.
By the time I got him home Saturday night, he still had a hard time sitting. Abby was given a look and grimaced at the sight of her son's buns, but joined in our conversation about forgiveness and regret. Greg had been properly paddled for his crime of stealing from his mother.
(The rest of my true life stories are posted in somewhat alpah/chronological sequence in the main MMSA Stories index. If you like my stories, please e-mail me. In my business travels around the midwest, I safely satisfy both men's and women's spanking needs as an old fashioned Missouri Dad.)