It was about 7 p. m., on a cooling June night. We were enthusiastically eating the dinner that Mom had cooked, as we sat at the Coleman table, on plastic chairs, outside the big RV that my parents lived in during the summer months. It was big, and Dad always pulled it behind the big Explorer, parking it at different campgrounds at parks, especially where there were lakes nearby.
Dad is a surgeon and a part-time faculty in the college of medicine at the university in the town where we lived. Dad is 6' 2", and a solid 240 lbs of muscle from working out regularly. Mom is the homemaker, who takes care of our whole family – Dad; my 9 year-old, twin brothers, Jason and Justin; my 4 year old, little brother, Jonathon; and me, Jared.
I just finished my second year at the university where Dad teaches part-time, and will be 20 in August. I'm 6' 3, but am lanky, weighing about 190 lbs. Because I'm living in my parents' home, I have to accept their rules and conditions. Even though I'm in college now, Mom still does my laundry. She doesn't make my bed, or clean up my room, any longer; but she does still prepare breakfast and dinner for me and the whole family every day.
Each summer, though, Dad takes from the middle of May until the middle of September off, to travel with our whole family. Because we live in the South (Alabama), Dad and Mom like to travel throughout the North in the summer, to get away from the heat and humidity, and to enjoy the clean, safe northern lakes.
We were in upstate New York, where we had been camping in the Adirondacks for nearly three weeks. The campground where we were had a big lodge, with a fireplace, a small arcade of video games and foosball table, and a large-screen television. Anyone staying at the campground was welcome to come to the lodge in the evening to use the facilities. On this particular night, Dad had said that we would all go up to the lodge, play some games, and watch some international soccer together – as soon as he had finished helping Mom clean up, and wash and put away the dishes.
"Jared. You fold up the table and stack the chairs in the back of the Explorer. Then take your brothers for a walk for a while, until Mom and I are finished. Don't go too far, and everybody stay out of the lake, so we don't have to waste time getting people cleaned up again."
"OK, Dad. Sure." I replied. Quickly I folded up the table, stacked the chairs, and put them all in the back of the Explorer."
"C'mon, guys," I called to the twins and Jonathon. They came running, and I pretended to race them along the bank of the lake heading north from the campground. I still had my baggy swim shorts on, and the sun sloping downward, across the water, was sure inviting. We came to a wooden dock, and I walked out on it a bit with my brothers.
"You guys wait right here," I instructed. Then, SPLASH! I dove from the dock into the deep water and came up floating backwards and smiling at the boys, feeling refreshed by the clean, clear water.
"Oh-oh, Jared," the twins called out simultaneously, Daddy said to stay out of the water. You're going to get it." "No. No, Jared," Jonathon joined in.
"No, guys," I replied. "He didn't mean me." I splashed back and began a backstroke that took me away from the boys on the dock. A few minutes later, I dove deeply, and then came up, realizing that I should not leave them alone on the dock. As I came up, I squinted to stare at the dock, feeling relieved to see the boys still there – although they were standing awfully close to the edge.
I began swimming hard towards them. As I got closer to the dock, suddenly I noticed Dad walking along the shore towards the dock. I accelerated my pace, to try to get to the boys at the dock before he did.
Too late. Dad was at the dock, and calling to the twins and Jonathon. "Where's Jared?" I heard him ask.
"He's swimming out there," they all exclaimed, pointing out into the lake where I was heading back in.
"What?!" Dad exploded. "I thought I told you all to stay out of the water so that we wouldn't have to wait to get dry and dressed. We're all ready to go up to the lodge now," he said.
"Jared said it didn't mean him," they reported in unison.
"What?! Oh, he did? Well, we'll see how Jared feels about that after we've had a lesson on following orders."
As I came close to the dock, Dad spoke sternly and loudly, "Jared, get out of that water – RIGHT NOW! You heard me tell you all to stay out of the water and be ready to go!" His voice was brusque and betrayed his irritation.
I came up to the side of the dock and began pulling myself up onto it. Dad reached out, grabbed my arm firmly, and pulled me up. As soon as stood firmly on the wooden dock, Dad – still gripping my arm firmly – turned me around, away from him, pulling my arm to make me bend over slightly.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
Dad's big, strong hand was swatting the seat of my wet swim shorts, and I jumped ahead of him, my arm still in his grip, as he brought his hand over and over again in contact with my backside. I tried to pull away, but Dad must have decided he would let me know the mistake that was, by speeding and strengthening the spanks to my behind.
WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP! WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP! WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP! WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP!
WHEWW!! It had been a long while since I had felt this. But now, it was suddently - and swiftly - hot, heavy smacks against my wet bottom, and I was not prepared for it. Not to mention the sudden, overwhelming embarrassment of being spanked in public, on the dock, in front of my little brothers and everyone else who was out and about that evening.
"OK, DAD!" I protested. "I didn't know. I'm sorry. Now cut it out!" I ordered.
By now, Dad had marched me down and off the dock, swatting my wet, but warming seat as we walked. Justin and Jason, along with Jonathon, followed hastily.
"I was going to wait until we got back to the campsite, Jared. But you just lied to me, not to mention your impertinence. First place I find to sit down, you're going to get a lesson in following orders, followed by another one tomorrow evening for lying. He continued to trudge me forward towards where the RV was set up, all the while continuing to heat up my seat with machine-like swats.
WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP! WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP! WHAPWHAPWHAP! WHAPWHAPWHAP! WHAPWHAPWHAP! WHAPWHAPWHAP! WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP! WHAPWHAPWHAP! WHAPWHAPWHAP! WHAAAAAAP!!!
That last one was really a blazer, and I was grunting and talking to Dad.
"N-no, Dad. You don't have to do that. Ah-I'm sorry. I am. R-really!" Not only my embarrassment was growing, but the intense stinging of his hard hand against my burning behind.
Then, he spotted a long, wooden bench over where the mail boxes were set out, and he pulled me over with him to the bench. Immediately he sat down, still holding my left arm in his strong grip. "You boys sit down here," Dad instructed, pointing to the other end of the bench. They all sat down next to each other, all of them turned, staring wide-eyed at Dad and me.
Suddenly, Dad jerked my arm, pulling me toward him, and yanking me off my feet and across the legs of his lap. My bare feet were throwing sand as they flailed while Dad shifted me across his lap, adjusting me so that my head was on the nearly on the ground. He let go of my left arm, reached over and grabbed my right one, and pulled it up and held it against my bare back.
WHACKWHACKWHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACKWHACKWHACK!!
Now he was really letting go, raining spanks down on my backside, as I squirmed and wriggled, kicking and bouncing on his lap. I was pleading, amidst choked and muffled tears.
"D-Dad! S-stop it! I'm-augh-ah-sorry! D-Dad! You can't! Ah-uh-p-please! Oooo-ah-OW! S-STOPIT, DAD! I'M NOT A LITTLE-uh-OW! OW! D-Dad! You-ah-c-cant! OWOWOWWW!"
Dad paid no heed to my pleading and protests, but was blistering my damp, heating behind. Then things went from bad to worse. He stopped abruptly, still holding my arm in the vice of his grasp. He reached down and swiftly pulled down my swim shorts, over my bottom, down my thighs, past my knees, to my ankles.
"AAAAIYEEAAA-N-NOOOO!" I exploded.
WHACKWHACKWHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACKWHACKWHACK!! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK!
His strong hand was pummeling my bare behind with intense speed and strength, as the inferno on my bottom was roaring. I bucked and kicked, my swim shorts flying off onto a large trash can. My mind was racing; I was desperate. I had to make this stop – at once. But I couldn't. I was trapped, and Dad was tanning my backside a deep, hot red! All at once, I collapsed and began sobbing, heaving and wailing, as the pain of my punishment overrode the humiliation of being spanked at my age, and in front of others.
"D-DAD-UH-AUGH-UH-I-UH-OOOO-UH-P-PLEEEZ! OOOO-UH-OWOWOWW! S-STOP! OOOO-UH-OWOWOWEEE! UH-D-DAD-UH-P-PLEEEZ! UH-I'M-UH-UH-S- SORRREEEEE! OOOO-AUGH-N-NOOO-UH-M-MOOOOR-AH! AH-UH-HAUGH-UH- N-NOOOO! IT-UH-H-HURTZZ! AUGH-OOO-UH-OWW-UH-HOWWW!-UH-YOWEEE! OOO-UH-AIUGH-UH-I-UH-W-WAS B-BAD! OOO-AH-YEEOWW! UH-UH-I-KNOW! UH- OOOO-UH-N-NOOOO-UH-MOOOOR! UH-UH-N-NEVER! NEVER! UH-UHA-AH-GAIN! AAAAA-UH-D-DAD-UH-D-DAD-UH-EEEEE! YEEEOW-AH-OOOOO!"
WHACKWHACKWHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACKWHACKWHACK!! WHACKWHACKWHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHAAAACK!! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACK! WHAACK! WHAAACK!!
Dad unrelentingly spanked my bottom and thighs until I was just quivering and shaking, as I shrieked and sobbed, gagged and choked, with each spank. He finally stopped, but I didn't even realize it for a minute or two, as I lay hanging over his knees, my eyes and nose wetting the ground.
After a few more minutes, my sobs and coughs began subsiding. Slowly, Dad lifted me up off his knees, and immediately my legs were wobbly as I doubled over, standing completely naked before him, still weeping.
"Justin and Jason. Pick up Jared's bathing suit and bring it along to the RV." Dad directed. The twins jumped up, and raced to pick up my swim shorts off the trash container. Dad grabbed the back of my neck, forcing my head and face to look downward as he pushed me along firmly to the RV. I was totally humiliated to have been spanked, on my bare behind, in view of the world, and now marched naked with a blistered, red bottom, along to our RV.
When we got there, I tried to pull free of Dad's grasp on my neck, but that only brought a new round of spanks to my burning, bare bottom.
WHACKWHACKWHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK!!
"YEEEOWOWOWWW! OOOO-NOOO-UH-YEOWWW!" I cried out.
"Get inside and get some clothes on, son. We're ready to go to the lodge!" Dad ordered.
"I-uh-I-uh-d-don't w-want uh-uh-t-go," I argued.
"You're coming with us, Jared. Would you like a preview of tomorrow night's lesson right now, before we go?" Dad asked.
I knew I had better get my clothes on and join them. "N-no-uh-s-sir!" I replied.
Then get in there and back out in 3 minutes, or I'll be in to get you, and you can expect an initial installment of tomorrow night's lesson right now!"
I bounded up the stairs into the RV. Inside, I quickly pulled on a pair of briefs that hurt my aching rearend as they touched it. Then I pulled on a pair of khaki shorts, and t-shirt, and my sandals, and hurried back down the steps. Mom and Dad were standing there waiting, along with Justin and Jason, and Jonathon.
"Alright. I think we're ready to go to the lodge," Dad commented. Quietly, we all walked along together to the lodge. Once there, the twins went to the arcade, while Jonathon stayed with Mom and Dad. I wasn't sure where or what I wanted to do.
"C'mon over here, Jared," Dad called, pointing to a chair next to him. "Let's watch the soccer match," he said as he sat down before the big-screen televison, amidst several other families already watching it.
"Jared got a spanking. My Daddy spanked him." Jonathon was informing everyone around. My face blushed warm, probably as red as my bottom. Quietly, but slowly, I lowered myself into the chair next to Dad, but my head was also lowered into his chest, my eyes not looking up to make contact with anyone. My bottom was aching as I shifted constantly sitting in that chair.
"Hush, Jonathon. That's nobody's business," Mom admonished. My little brother ceased his announcement, and climbed up into Mom's lap to sit an watch the match. Dad struck up a running conversation with me about the game, and although I didn't feel in much of a mood to talk, I did appreciate his effort to remove the thoughts of my recent spanking from my mind – even though my behind reminded me.
Later that night, as I lay on my stomach in my bunk, I began softly weeping again, as I relived the shame and pain of the spanking that my disobedience had brought me at this campground.
The next night saw me across Dad's knees again, my shorts and briefs tangled around my ankles, as he blistered my already throbbing bottom again for having lied to him. Only this time, he did it inside the RV, so although my wailing could be heard a wide distance around, at least no one else saw Dad's discipline. When it was over, I was sent to bed even though it was still light out, where I lay sobbing myself to sleep.
I was anxious to pull out and leave this campground; but Mom and Dad really liked it, so we spent another month there. During that time, I managed to get myself in a situation that evoked another spanking from Dad; but that one too was not in public, and it is another story itself.