Shawn sat quietly in his room.
Today was the day he was to move over to his friends home. He was
24 years old but and he had finally decided to get away from his parents.
His bestfriend had offered to move out with him and help Shawn. You
see Shawn was a quadraplegic. He had only limited use of his limbs
and he would not ever be able to live on his own. For years Shawn's
parents had used this to keep him living there and getting money off
of him. He paid the payment on the van he hardly ever travelled in
and his mother got care-giver money for care that she should have
freely given to her son. Shawn's dad wasn't much better. He worked
nights and slept most of the day. Even though Shawn stayed up until
his father returned home from work they did not have what Shawn felt
was a close relationship. Shawn's parents had been pretty upset
when he had announced his plans but Shawn stayed firm and they had
decided it was best to let him do what he wanted. Secretly they prayed
it would fail and he would be forced to return home. Shawn knew this
and so he prayed that his arrangements would work out with his friend
so he NEVER had to return home again. The appointed hour came and
Shawn's 23 year old friend Steve arrived in his van. You see Steve
was a paraplegic but he was quite strong and could pick Shawn up when
he needed to. They had practiced this many times in the last six months.
Shawn was at Steve's home quite a bit and Steve would go to Shawn's
when his parents were not home so they could plan. Steve pulled
the van up and unstrapped himself from the driver's seat and opened
the lift door. He put the lift out and navigated his wheelchair onto
it and then pushed the button that lowered the lift to the ground.
When it reached the bottom he got off and went to the gate that led
to the back of Shawn's house. He closed the gate so his dog would
not get out. He pushed himself up the ramp to the deck. He had learned
to do this even though Shawn's dad had stupidly made the ramp too
steep. Steve crossed the deck and knocked on the door. Soon Shawn
came out and waved that the door was open. Steve entered the house. "Hey
Steve, I'm ready to go. My parents took off. They are not pleased
but they will have to get over it." Shawn said. Steve smiled and said,
"yep they will get over it." Steve and Shawn moved the luggage out
to the kitchen where Steve carefully picked it up and steadied it
on his lap. He made several trips to the van and got all of Shawn's
things packed. He had decided to leave his computer there. His dad
had said he would purchase it from him. Steve had a computer and so
the two would share it. Shawn said his final goodbyes to his childhood
home and then Steve helped him get loaded onto the van. He then loaded
himself onto the van and hooked himself into the drivers seat. They
drove off to their new one bedroom apartment. Secretly Steve had
plans for this arrangement. For many years he felt that his little
pal was undisciplined and so he planned to install discipline into
his life. When they arrived at the apartment they unloaded themselves
and the van and took Shawn's belongings into their new home. Steve
had moved in his stuff the day before. When they had completed their
work Steve thought it time to let Shawn in on the secret. Before doing
this he laid out some things that he would need for the object lesson.
"Hey Shawn come in here." Steve hollered from the bedroom. Shawn
heard Steve and instantly began to maneuver his way to the bedroom.
When he wheeled into the room he saw the items laid out on the bed
and began to wonder, "hey Steve what is that stuff on the bed for?"
Shawn asked his buddy. "They are for you Shawn." Steve said ominously.
This baffled Shawn because he never wore a belt and the rest of the
objects he didn't seem to think he would ever need either. Steve sat
down on the bed and beckoned Shawn to come closer to him. Nervously
Shawn did so. "You see Shawn I have some plans for our living arrangements
that you did not originally know about. I think you are an undisciplined
brat. Your parents have coddled and babied your little butt for as
long as I've known you. I will not do that. When I said I was going
to help take care of you I meant it and that also meant to take care
of your attitude problems." Steve paused. Shawn was still not quite
sure what those things on the bed were for but he would soon know. "Shawn
how did your parents go about disciplining you when you were a bad
little boy?" Steve asked. "Well they usually talked to me about what
I did and why it was wrong and then they would usually ground me for
a set period of time. Why?" Shawn finished with a question. "Well
Shawn I don't think you learned much from your childhood punishments.
You are a high school graduate who doesn't have a job and who sits
around on your butt all day long and I have also noticed that you
are a very rude little boy. So I have decided that I don't care if
you want to not do anything with your life but I fully intend to make
sure that your rudeness and other attitude flaws will result in you
feeling some discomfort as you sit on your butt." Steve finished.
Shawn sat stoicly waiting for his friend to smile and lighten the
mood. When this did not happen Shawn began to protest and explained
that his attitude was a creature of his previous living environment
and assured Steve that he in no way intended to continue it. "Good
Shawn I'm glad but just to make sure I think we need to agree on a
few ground rules." For the next half an hour Steve and Shawn hashed
back and forth over what types of rules would be appropriate for Shawn
to follow. When they had discussed things like bedtime and waketime
and chores for Shawn and proper conduct on the Internet they wrote
all of the provisions down. Only one subject remained. Steve had already
hinted at this but he had not made it official. "Well Shawn it seems
we have agreed on all subjects but one and I must insist on this area.
There must be some sort of punishment for breaking a rule. What do
you think I am going to suggest?" Steve asked. Shawn sat with a rather
blank look on his face. "I can't think of anything Steve." Shawn said. "Well
then Shawn I will spell it out for you. Punishment will consist of
bare buttocks spankings for all offenses." Steve announced his plan.
Shawn was shocked. "I have never been spanked in my life Steve." Shawn
complained. "I know Shawn that is the problem. This is not negotiable."
Steve wrote the official punishment in the records with the list of
offenses. Steve signed it and then handed the book to Shawn. He reluctantly
signed the book. "Good now with that being done I think it is time
for you to get a small preview as to what will occur should you need
to be punished." Steve indicated that Shawn was about to be spanked. Steve
wheeled his chair up next to Shawn's and removed his safety belt.
Shawn decided that the best course of action would be to allow Steve
to give him this spanking now and then work very hard to not earn
any more. Steve lifted his friend up and pulled his body forward into
his lap. He shifted him so that he sat on his lap. Steve removed Shawn's
shirt revealing his frail body. Next Steve removed Shawn's pants and
underwear. He removed his socks off from his feet as well. Steve
wheeled his chair over to the bed. He turned Shawn over on his lap
and then picked up the paddle he had put on the bed. It was too large
for Shawn's small buttocks. So he laid it back on the bed and decided
that for this small demonstration his hand would be sufficient. He
laid his hand on the boys' buttocks and quickly began the spanking.
SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK.... His hand completely covered Shawn's small
bottom so it made quite the impact on him. SPANK SPANK SPANK Steve
continued his demonstration and before long Shawn was begging for
him to stop. "Please Steve I promise I will never make you do this
again. I promise.... Please Stop!!!!" Shawn begged. Steve just continued.
He wanted Shawn's buttocks to be completely red and he soon achieved
that. He stopped and picked Shawn up and laid him on the bed. "You
just get yourself composed and I will help you get dressed later."
Steve said. With that he left the room. Shawn lay on the bed. Now
with Steve safely out of the room he could cry. He now was not sure
that this was going to be the best arrangement for him. But it would
still be better than living at home where his parents didn't allow
him any room to live. He would make the best of this.
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