(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 written here. This particular story takes place several years after Abby had remarried and moved to Los Angeles, stories "O", "P" & "Q".)
Barbara and her two sons had moved into my house, located southeast of the city, on a rural two lane highway. It was a perfect place for her and the boys. She wanted to get married, I didn't because of the boy's father. He was still in prison, and it was difficult to determine if he would want to have a relationship with his sons when he got out. During the first few months the boys had gotten a number of hand spankings from me, as they adjusted to my rules in my home. So had their mother, even though she was 4 years older than me.
Mike and Tim were twins, but not identical twins. They were built almost alike, but from the neck up they were anything but twins. Mike had blonde hair, Tim had brown. Mike had blue eyes, Tim had brown. Mike's face was long with sharp features, Tim was round and cherubic. Both were 4'11" and weighed 95 pounds of muscular little boy, with little bubble butts, size 10 briefs.
Like any boys, they argued with eachother all the time....perfectly normal. One thing I broke them of early on was hitting each other. I have never allowed any child to hit another, nor use the "s" word....shut up. I hand spanked them several times and they stopped fighting around me and Barbara at home. What I didn't know was they were saving the hitting for when they were in school.
One day I got a call from the school nurse, informing me of a couple of scrapes and cuts the boys had gotten after a fight in the cafeteria. Then the school principal got on the line and expressed concern about the nasty fights the boys were always getting into. She suggested that she separate them into different classrooms. I agreed. She then suggested some school punishments, and I told her that wouldn't be necessary, that there would be no more fighting from Mike and Tim. She acted startled by my firm statements, but I assured her that Mike and Tim would still argue, but not fight at school anymore. I then called Barbara.
"I know you have been reluctant for me to paddle the boys, but it is now time. Do you want to wait till you come home, or would rather have me do it before you get home?", I asked. She didn't want to be around, and told me to go ahead.
When the school bus dropped off the boys in front of the house, neither one looked like they were red hot anxious to come busting in the door. They both were talking quietly and walking very slowly. They knew they were in trouble, and weren't ready to pay the price.
I was sitting in a chair at the far end of the living room when they walked thru the door. I told them to put their books on the couch and come over.
"Mike, Tim....I am not even going to lecture you about hitting each other. You know how I feel about that, and you have been hand spanked on your briefs and bare in the past for it. Now, you are both going to be paddled, and I guarantee you that you will not want to hit each other again. Do I make myself clear?", I barked. Both boys shook their heads and looked at eachother with scared looks on their faces.
"All right, lets begin this special spanking with your participation, since you seem to like hitting each other so much." They exchanged glances again, not knowing what I was talking about.
"Mike get down on your hands and knees and untie your brother's shoes and take them off. When you have them off, put them on the couch.", I ordered.
Mike did as I ordered, even though it was awkward. I then ordered Tim to do the same thing. When he came back to stand next to his brother, I told Mike.
"Now kneel back down and peel off his sock and put them into his shoes." He did very quickly. Tim followed suit with Mike's socks.
"Mike, now take off your brother's jeans." He got them off and put them next to his brother's shoes. Tim then repeated the act, peeling off Mike's jeans.
"OK Mike now his shirt." Now Tim was stripped to his white cotton underpants. He pulled off his brother's shirt and stood next to him. Both boys were twisting their hands and fidgeting with their underpants, not wanting to know what was now going to happen.
"Boys I have hand spanked you both on your briefs and bare butt for hitting each other. Now you are going to get paddled twice. One by yourselves and one by me." They looked at each other with panic in their eyes.
"Now Tim, go bring us a kitchen chair, and put it over there.", I ordered pointing to a spot just behind them. As he came back with the chair, I reached behind me a pulled out a wooden paddle. Back then, a popular outside game was called "Jokari". It had two paddles in each game set....and they were absolutely perfect for spanking. They were about 12" long, with a tear drop shape, 3/8 thick plywood, with a rubber hand grip. Both boys were startled to see the paddle, as I sat down on the kitchen chair.
"OK, here is what we are going to do to break you of your habit of fighting and hitting. One of you is going to lay across my lap. Then the other willl take this paddle and swat your brother three times on his underpants. Then we will switch, and the other gets to paddle. If you don't haul off and hit hard, and I mean really hard, I will pull your underpants down and swat you three times hard....and then you do your brother like I ordered." I looked at them as they both were dumfounded. (It has been my experience that siblings really don't want to hurt each oher....and the act of giving themselves a punishment paddling really gets results.)
"Mike, come here and bend over." He took several hesitant steps, and I pulled him over my lap, the opposite of the position I normally put him in, his head to my left....now his head faced right. I lifted my left leg slightly by raising my heel and drop my right leg slightly, jacknifing his cotton covered butt into a perfect spanking target. I adjusted the leg openings and smoothed out white fabric and waistband. I picked up the paddle and handed it to Tim.
"Tim I want you to stand right in front of my foot that's raised off the floor. Rub your brother's butt with the paddle." As he did, his brother flinched at the touch of the wood.
"Now Tim, bring the paddle back and do a slow practice swat without actually hitting your brother." He did, gauging the distance perfectly. Mike was begin to squirm, his buns flinching.
"Tim, I want you to now give your brother three hard paddle swats....and remember the word hard." No sooner than I had said it than....
"CRACK" "OOOWWWEEE OH OH OH" Mike cried out.
"CRACK", Tim really landed a hard one to Mike's left cheek.
"CRACK, he nailed the right one just as hard. Mike was crying, kicking and begging.
"OK boys, switch places.....and no rubbing your butts." Mike got up and hopped up and down trying to shake out the fire in his ass. Tim slowly bent over my lap.
Mike calmed down and I gave him the paddle and went through the same instruction process. He didn't even wait, before he took a real overhead swing.
"CRACK" Tim screamed "NNNNOOOO".
"CRACK" "CRACK" Mike swung hard and fast. Tim didn't even have time to react to the second swat. His bare feet shot straight up at the ceiling as he screamed. "AAAGGGHHH." Mike watched his brother's butt clinch and unclinch, his cotton underpants creasing into his ass crack.
"OK Tim your turn again."
"Oh please Jason, NO, not again.", Mike begged. I pulled him back across my lap as his brother looked down on his payback target....Mike's squirming butt.
Tim unloaded three rapid fire swats that caused Mike to start crying hysterically, his legs kicking wildly, his cotton covered buns twisting and heaving.
They switched places and Mike did the same to his brother....and his brother's reactions were almost identical.
Tim got up and stood next to his brother.
"Boys, we are going to do this same thing, six more times....the same way and just as hard. Bend over Mike.", I ordered. He started crying and begging as I pulled him across. He put his hand back to protect his hot buns and I pinned it to his back.
Four more times they changed places, lighting a fire in each other's butts. In between each session they both begged me to stop, they had learned their lesson....etc. Their pleadings fell on deaf ears. After 6 sets of three each, I told them to stop.
"Mike, pull off your brother's underpants....and Tim you do the same."
I got a combined chorus of begging and pleading and I shook my head and pointed to their underpants. Reluctanly they soon were piled on the couch, their multi-colored buns on display. Mike started crying as he resumed his punishment position. Tim took his position.
"CCRRAACCKK" "NO NO NO NO NO" Mike screamed between sobs. Tim swatted him two more times, Mike's buns contracting wildly. Mike got up slowly and took the paddle from his brother. He unloaded on Tim's buns, sending his brother into bucking and heaving fits over my lap. They exchanged places one more time, causing both boys to cry even louder.
They both stood in front of me, hands clenching and unclenching, desperately wanting rub some of the fire out of their rear ends.
"OK guys we have one more spanking to go....my paddling of you both." They responded with all kinds of promises and pleadings about lesson learned, didn't need anymore, etc. I snapped my fingers and they quieted down.
"Before I paddle you, we are going to have a lesson in writing. Both of you will write 25 times, 'I will not hit my brother ever again.' If you don't complete these sentences within 10 minutes, my paddling will double." I montioned them over to the kitchen table and put two pieces of paper in front of each of them, with a ball point and pushed them down onto their chairs. They both groaned at the feel of the plastic seat on their paddled buns. It took them about 8 minutes to complete the assignment.
They both looked over at me and I motioned to come back over to me, with paddle in hand. They started crying as they shuffled slowly back into the living room. I pulled Mike across my lap, wrapping my right leg across his legs. I placed Tim in front of his brother's head. I ordered Mike to put his hands on his buns and then had Tim grab his wrists and pull them to his stomach, and then locking his brother's head between his legs.
I then slowly gave Mike a 24 swat paddling on his bare buns. I paused every few swats to lecture him and his brother about hitting. Tim looked down in fright as my paddle turned his brother's angled buns dark red with paddle marks. Mike was crying uncontrollably when his spanking was finished, he laid limp across my left leg as his brother released his wrists. Tim then started crying as his brother got up. I pulled him into the same position and Mike quickly secured his brother's wrists. Tim's paddling got even more frantic crying and pleading as Mike stared at his brother's colorful contracting and uncontracting cheeks react to my paddle swats.
Then the boys had to write the same sentence as before another 25 times. This time with a 7 minute time limit. They both did it in just under 6 minutes despite their squirming in the chairs. I had them pick up their clothes and they were sent to their rooms until dinner.
To my knowledge, over the next two years that Barbara lived with me, they never hit each other again.
(The rest of my true stories are posted in the main MMSA Stories index, in somewhat alpha/chronological order. I 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.)