My name is Brent, a 19 year old living in the Midwest. This is the seventh in a series of true life spanking stories that started with my first posting on the 10th of August, in a story titled "A Teenager's True Tale of Two Spankings". This first story introduces you to me and my spanker/mentor. Also a very prolific writer to this site.
That was followed on the 23rd of August with my second story titled "A Teenager's Third Spanking".
On the 3rd of September I posted my third story, titled "A Bare Butt Spanking in Front of My Mom". This was my worst spanking in terms of embarrassment.
The fourth story was posted on the 7th of September. It was titled "My Sunday Morning Follow Up Spanking".
The fifth story was posted on the 14th of October and was titled "My First Lesson in How to Spank My Ten Year Old Cousin".
The sixth story was posted a few days ago, titled "My Cousin Jeremy's Spanking, My First As A Spanker."
I would urge you to read these stories first, if you have not done so already. This new story will be much easier to follow.
This story is being written during the Christmas/New Year's holidays. My life since Jeff's visit to my spanker/mentor has been very busy. I leave in a couple of days for college; all made possible by my spanker/mentor. He in turn, is leaving our Midwest boondocks to live in the Pacific Northwest in Vancouver, British Columbia Canada with Jeff. I will post this story and one other before I leave for college.
Jeremy was good for about two weeks, then I gave him a second spanking. My spanker/mentor told me to double the swats this time, to emphasize the punishment for his mouth and conduct. It worked, because I haven't had to come close to spanking him again. He really screamed his head off during the 40 swats he got, split evenly between his briefs and his bare. He bawled for 5 minutes afterwards. That shoehorn packs an awful sting. But it left no marks on his butt and it changed his conduct.
Unfortunately, I slipped up a couple of times and earned a "Performance Review" session with my spanker/mentor. It coincided with my birthday, so I got a double spanking for my 19th birthday in November.
In late October I plainly screwed up and shot my mouth off to my Mom about something that didn't amount to a hill of beans. I was frustrated with some of my office work, and made the mistake of carrying that frustration home with me. She snapped her fingers and told me to call my spanker/mentor. By the time I got through with the phone call and sent him my email report I knew my butt was due for a spanking.
Then, two days before my birthday, I did the same darned thing again. This time she didn't even have to snap her fingers. I just headed to the phone and made the call. My spanker/mentor was not pleased at my sudden slippage into old stupid habits of conduct. He let me know that my butt was in for a wake up call.
On the morning of my birthday he called and invited me to breakfast. We met at our favorite restaurant and talked long and hard about my goals and rules for college. Since I was going to be on my own, with only his every 4-6 week visits to keep me in line, we set up a daily communication system using on line chats and emails.
Then he said the words I did not want to hear.
"Let's head to the house. We have some other matters to discuss. Don't we son?"
I nodded my head and we hopped into his car and went to his home. Many happy hours had been spent in his living room since my initial spankings. I was disappointed with myself that so close to his leaving I was going to be spanked.
But, like usual, he surprised me. He sat down on the couch and patted for me to sit next to him. After I reluctantly did, he gave me my birthday present. I took the birthday card envelope and opened it, not really knowing what he had in mind. It had a gift certificate in it from the hottest college guy's clothes shop in my university town. For $400-! I was stunned.
I looked at him; I looked at the gift certificate. I started to get tears in my eyes. He pulled me close and I did shed a few tears of joy into his chest as he stroked my hair. What else was he going to do for me?
"Brent, we are going to drive up to the campus shop just before Christmas and spend that. I want you to be dressed for the success I know you will become. You have never had good clothes. I want you to be confident of how you look and who you are whenever and wherever you are in college. This gift certificate will help towards that in a big way. I told your Mom that no one was to give you any clothes for your birthday or Christmas. Who knows what Santa will bring you."
And with that he started tickling my ribs and making me laugh. It was already my best birthday ever.
We talked some more about college and what he thought I could accomplish as a writer and journalist. Then he shifted gears back towards my conduct and butt.
"We have three spanking to take care of today son. First is your birthday spanking. Second and third are paddlings for your mouth with your Mother. Which do you want first?"
"Dduuhh. The birtday spankin Daddy", I said grinning.
He started tickling me and pulling me across his lap at the same time. In a second I was over his lap, stretched out on his couch. My jeans covered butt over his right thigh, stuck up in the air.
He resumed the tickling by pulling my shirt out of my jeans. As his left hand did that, his right hand softly swatted my butt. When my shirt was totally out of my jeans he said.
"Do you want one, two or three birthday spankings?" And I got a mild, but firm swat with that question.
I turned my head back, grinned and said, "Just one, thank you."
"OK, if you only want one, that is going to be on the bare butt. If you want two, the other on will be on your briefs. A third will be on your jeans, followed by your briefs and bare."
Another mild swat landed as he tickled me some more. I knew the birthday spanking wasn't going to hurt, but I knew the other ones would, so I elected for the bare butt single dose.
"One on the bare if you please".
"OK birthday boy, lift your hips so I can pull off your jeans and briefs".
I did and he did. The jeans came unzipped and he pulled those to my knees. Then he started tickling and teasing my buns and thighs by pulling my Jockey white cotton briefs down by the leg openings. He had me begging for mercy by the time he had my underpants next to my jeans.
"Count them out birthday boy".
"Whap" A soft swat that covered both cheeks.
"One Daddy"
For the rest of my birthday spanking he tickled me and had me laughing so much that by the time all 19 swats, plus one to grow on were done, it had taken over 30 minutes. My buns were warm from his hand swats. He slowly pulled my briefs into place and sat me up on his lap.
He kissed me gently on the forehead and said, "Happy birthday Brent."
I buried my head in his shoulder. I knew that in a moment we were going to the bedroom for the rest of my spankings. After a few seconds he said the fateful words.
"Time to get stripped down to your briefs son, and then into the bedroom."
It didn't take me long to strip off my clothes, tugging my briefs tight and heading into the bedroom with him close behind. He had the chair turned, facing the room. Plus, there was a different paddle on the desk. This paddle was shorter and thicker than the other paddles I had seen. It looked more innocent that the others, but somehow I don't think that is why it was on the desk. [Afterwards I found out he had bought it at the Santa Barbara Paddle Company, model P2. 13" X 3 1/2" and a nifty 3/4" thick.]
He sat down on the chair and had me sit on the bed facing him.
"Brent is there any question about why I am going to paddle you now?"
I shook my head 'no'.
"Alright, let me tell you how I am going to spank you and why. In a few weeks our contact is going to be mainly long distance. Those times we do meet, I do NOT, repeat do NOT want to spend spanking you. Do you understand me young man?"
I shook my head 'yes'. Over the past few weeks I hadn't even come close to a spanking, and he had done nothing but praise me for my conduct.
"OK, then let me warn you now. I am going to give you an old fashioned over the knee paddling on your briefs and bare. You will hate the pain of this paddle. The reason I am going to use it now is simple. If I have to spank you during my visits, this is what I will use. So this spanking now is going to be a severe warning to what you will get during my visits. Do you understand this?"
Again I shook my head 'yes'. Something told me that I was about ready to get an awful paddling. I wasn't wrong.
He reached out with his hand and I gave him mind as he pulled me off the bed and across his lap. He positioned my body to where my butt was on top of his right thigh and my toes barely touched the floor. He tugged and smoothed my briefs and patted them softly before I felt him pick up the paddle.
I felt him raise the paddle up and then it happened.
'CRACK' My God I couldn't believe a paddle could hurt that badly. The swat landed square on the crotch mark of my briefs and my legs shot straight towards the ceiling as I screamed. He delayed the second swat, letting the first one sink in.
'CRACK' A little higher up, overlapping the first swat. I shot my right hand back to protect my butt. He caught my wrist and forced me back down. Another delay between swats.
'CRACK' A little higher up, now my whole butt was in flames. I started crying and begging. I had never felt any pain like this as I waited for the next one.
'CRACK' Right cheek, smack in the middle. Killing it. I know it died, it hurt too bad.
'CRACK' Left cheek, same middle area. I was in full wailing mode now. Never had I cried this hard, this fast into a spanking.
'CRACK' Leg openings of my briefs and upper thighs. My legs kicked and my buns clenched I was in so much pain.
Six more times my cotton covered butt felt the horrible pain of this new paddle. I was struggling to keep on his lap my paddling was so awful.
'CRACK'
'CRACK'
'CRACK'
'CRACK'
'CRACK'
'CRACK'
'CRACK'
Then a miracle took place. He put the paddle down. I was saved. NOT! He tugged my briefs down to my knees.
"Time for the second spanking Brent."
'CRACK'
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The pain from these rapid-fire swats was too much. I just wailed, bawled, begged and tried as hard as I could to get off his lap.
"Am I getting through to you Brent? Am I going to have to use this during our visits?"
I screamed and begged as loudly as I could as he tapped the paddle against my scorched buns. Then a miracle did happen. He put the paddle down and picked me up and laid me on my stomach on the bed.
Only two dozen swats. My shortest, but my worst spanking to date.
He went into the kitchen and returned with the ice water and ointment. It took him over 30 minutes to cool down the heat and pain in my butt. His gentle massaging and rubbing felt so different from the horrible pain the same hands gave me a few moments ago.
He pulled my briefs back on and then picked me up and carried me like a small child into the living room. I curled up on this lap after he sat down in his big recliner and gently rocked me. I quickly fell asleep for over an hour. When I woke my butt was numb with pain and he was gently stroking my hair.
"That was a tough one wasn't it?"
"Are you _s_h_i_t_ting me. That was the worst, even if it was the shortest, spanking you have ever given me."
"Do you know why I was so harsh with this spanking?"
I knew full well and we discussed it at length. He made it very plain to me that if I wanted purple butt every 4-6 weeks in college, just go back on what I had promised and agreed to for my goals and rules.
That paddle would never touch my butt again. I complained bitterly about it's awful pain. He then explained to me that he had purchased it originally for a post-graduate student, who was a long distance runner, and could block the pain of every spanking tool he had. He had used the same model of paddle in spanking a man in Detroit, and saw the results it got with this man. The grad student's next visit was bawling and begging session over his lap, just like I had been.
I picked up my clothes and headed for his bedroom to get dressed and look at the damage to my butt. I pealed my briefs down and looked back at my butt in his closet door mirror. Not a pretty sight. Dark red with a number of paddle marks. I earned it. I got what I earned. It was going to be sore tomorrow. And it was.
As I prepare to leave for college, my last story will be very unusual. When the incident happened, that is the basis for the story, I saw my spanker/mentor in a whole new light. He gave a man a genuine ass whipping, and it was my brother Steve getting it.