Between the months of June and the following January Drew gained quite a bit of weight and filled out in most of the right places. He was on the boy's varsity Gymnastic team at school. His strength and skills were out matching many others on the team even though he was a junior. Not only had Drew matured physically, he had also matured mentally and found himself well liked by those who appreciated hard work and good morals.
Drew was getting along well with his parents. This was apparent by the new freedoms and responsibilities they were allowing their honor student son to handle. The big prize in this for Drew was what he got for Christmas. He got the snow mobile that he had been dreaming about for several years. It was used, but it worked and was fun so not much else mattered. His parents gave him much freedom in riding it as long as he stayed within the rules..
One sunny but cold afternoon in January, Drew set out with a friend in his snowmobile. They left by way of the back yard through a snow covered hayfield behind his Vermont house. The below freezing air felt cold, but they were both dressed for it. The two boys were out for about an hour and returned back to the house by he same route they had gone.
Upon arriving back at the house and putting the snowmobile away his friend went home and Drew went into the house. Upon entering through the kitchen entry, Drew took off his snow covered coat, nylon wind pants and snow boots. As usual his wind pants and snow boots had done their job well resulting in surprisingly dry jeans and socks.
Drew walked through the kitchen and past the dining room mirrors were he stopped for a minute to look at his 6-foot profile. He liked looking at his brawny figure when wearing the heavier clothing he wore for snowmobiling. His standard snow mobile dress was a pair of Hanes boxer briefs and T shirt, Long John cotton pants and shirt made in a heavy waffle patterned material, a long sleeve flannel shirt and a pair of Levi's 550's. The nylon wind pants, which he had already taken off kept out the wind and water and went over his boots to keep his feet dry. Levi's 550's fit him provocatively over his narrow waist, muscular backside and upper legs and even better when fitted over Long Johns.
Drew walked from the dining room into the family room where his dad was laying new oak flooring on top of the old floor. The two began a congenial chat. The phone rang and his dad answered it as the receiver was nearby. Soon after the phone was answered Drew could hear his dad say words like "your kidding", "no way", "I certainly don't approve", "he's going to learn" and the most devastating, "He's right next to me".
As soon as he got off the phone, his dad stared right at Drew and told him he was in a heap of trouble. It seems that Drew had been seen by several of his dad's friend's drag racing with the snowmobile against a friend's car on a snow covered back road. Drew knew that his father was adamant that he not ride on public roads, besides it is illegal, He also knew that his Dad was mortified to hear that his son was drag racing against a car. It wasn't hard to see that his dad was about as angry as he had ever seen him. His dad then walked out of the room supposedly to cool down and ordered Drew to stay in the family room.
Drew couldn't help but think how well things had been going with his parents and how badly he had now screwed things up. It was not hard to assume that he just had his last snowmobile ride for a while. Suddenly he had an odd feeling in his stomach. The old odd feeling that came when he expected a spanking. "Oh man" he thought to himself as his concern for his going on 17 muscular butt heightened.
As what usually happened following the realization of an oncoming spanking, Drew looked down and made a mental inventory of what he was wearing. A slight feeling of relief crossed his mind as he realized the heavier clothes he had on. His 550's were fairly new and thick. He not only was wearing Long John underwear but boxer briefs underneath that covered the upper back of his legs as well. The final positive thought was his tucked in undershirts and flannel shirt that he always tucked way in before going out in the cold. He somewhat mussed that he might even have to fake a yell and cry if his clothing worked too well against the paddle. He had assumed that his dad had really walked out of the room to get the paddle.
When his dad came back into the room Drew expected to see his dad holding the paddle. The absence of it didn't make him feel anymore confident. His dad proceeded to ask about details of what had transpired. Drew confirmed that his friend had nothing to do with what he had done. Further explanations did nothing to improve the demeanor of his dad and a stern lecture followed. Throughout the lecture Drew expected the "S" word to pop out of his dads mouth at anytime. After several minutes it came and even though Drew expected it, it still sent shock waves through his system. A spanking was coming and he was about to find out how well his older and more muscular ass was going to handle the paddle with his layers of protection.
Drew was ordered to put his body over the small pallet of lumber that was bundled nearby. He thought about resisting and he surmised that his arms might be as strong as his dads, but the idea was dismissed quickly. He knew his dad would always win overall and furthermore a paddling on what he was wearing now shouldn't be too bad.
Drew placed himself as directed over the side of the foot high pallet of wood. His dad saw that he was too long for the pallet' s width and directed Drew to turn slightly. He was now corner to corner of the stack. He placed his arms in front of him over each side of the corner of the stack and grabbed a firm hold of the tight plastic bands that held the stack together. The stack of flooring was just big enough to extend from his head to his groin. His legs bent down over the edges of the stack; the left to the left side of the stack's corner and the right leg to the right of the stack's corner. Because the pallet stack was only a foot high his knees hit the floor when his bottom was at about a 30 degree angle. As Drew moved his bottom into the 30 degree position with his legs separated by the corner of the stack he could feel his jeans pull up on his groin and tighten around his butt and thighs. He had a real bad feeling about this position and he knew it wasn't going to be long before the paddle came out in the open and started working on his waiting tail. The wait was causing his emotions to run wild.
Soon his dad moved his leg over the top of Drew and sat on his back just above Drew's waistline, facing his vulnerable bent bottom. The pressure didn't hurt much but it sure made Drew feel totally confined and pinned. His face was turned to the Left with his right face cheek pressing against the stack of wood. He felt his dad move a bit and within the sight of Drew's eyes pick up one of the new loose oak floorboards. Drew's mind quickly flew into a tizzy at the site of that oak stick. The _d_a_m_n_ thing looked to be a little over a half-inch thick, 2 to 3 inches wide and about 24 inches long. Drew quickly hoped that since the oak board/stick whatever you want to call it was not much thicker than the paddle, his clothing might help him keep any embarrassing crying to a minimum. Oak, he knew is very hard and heavy and he was confident that thing was going to do more to his pinned down butt than he wished to deal with.
Drew was informed that after the spanking he should get ready for bed and spend the rest of the evening in his bedroom. Almost immediately a short sound from a whistling stick was heard and the stick landed squarely on the left pocket of his Levi's. It made a lot of noise with heat and sting following but its effects was surely more survivable than when wearing only briefs. The second shot landed in about the same place and caused him to wince as he held his teeth tightly clamped shut.
Drew felt his dad shift his position slightly and then a third shot landed, but this time lower on the ass and closer to his butt crack. That shot hurt much more and plenty of heat and sting ensued. While his dad sat on the back of his upper waist and held down his lower neck and upper shoulders with his left hand, few if any options for movement existed. All leverage advantages were against his strong arms and legs from accomplishing any practicable movement at all.
When the forth shot landed at about the same location it made a different noise and really got Drew's attention fast. His dad was no longer landing the end of the stick on his ass. He instead was causing the stick to land with about 6 inches of stick overhanging the ass cheek at the far end. This caused more leveraged energy to be exerted on the lower and very tender inside of the ass crack right where the ass cheek and thigh meet. Six more shots landing in the same area brought plenty of pain and tears. During those shots Drew started involuntary kicking only to feel more pain from his legs and knees hitting the nearby floor.
At ten shots his dad wasn't done. Five more shots landed on the tender inside and back of Drew's left leg covering about 8 inches of leg with each shot. Oh what heat and pain Drew felt. His Levi's, Long Johns and boxer briefs may be helping but Drew certainly was not appreciating it. What about the tucked in shirts, they seemed to totally have let him down. In almost a blink of a teary eye his dad put down the stick and left the room leaving Drew to squirm, kick and cry in racking embarrassing sobs.
After a period of time and after most of the sobbing subsided, Drew picked himself up and walked gingerly into his bedroom and closed the door. He looked into the full length mirror on the back of the door and saw a very sorrowful face. His eyes were very red and the tear streaks were very visible. He turned around and noted that his ass looked just as macho as it before. He only wished that he felt as macho inside. He couldn't believe this day had gone so wrong for him. What were the chances of being seen drag racing by one of dad friends on an out of the way road. What were the chances of getting into spanking trouble with his dad when his dad happen to be laying oak flooring...and such a perfect sized piece available for manhandling Drew's ass. What were the chances of having a sturdy pallet of wood in the middle of the family room that was an outstanding size and height for propping a teenager in a very effectual paddling position.
At this point of the reminiscing, Drew decided that he had better do as he was directed to do before being spanked and get ready for bed. He began getting undressed by unbuttoning his shirt. He then unbuttoned, unzipped and pushed down his Levi's and then sat on the edge of his bed. After taking off his jeans and shirt he went back to the mirror and viewed his long shapely body in his Long Johns. His Long John undershirt was his old shrunken one and its tail was tucked only about an inch into the pants; so much for any protection from his heavy undershirt.
In front of the mirror Drew removed his Long John shirt and pants. Looking backwards into the mirror it wasn't easy to miss the elongated red mark extending below the right leg of his Hanes boxer brief. No wonder the last few shots were so _d_a_m_n_ effective he thought. That hard oak stick had landed on one thickness of tight fitting Levi's and then had only to bite through one layer of stretched cotton Long Johns to get to his tender back inner leg. Drew temporarily pushed down his boxer briefs to see the effects on his right ass cheek. It was quite a site on a relatively small area. It surely got the whole bodies attention. Sitting on the left untouched ass cheek seemed to be in the cards for the next few days. So much for the brawny snowmobile clothing that Drew depended upon to get him through the spanking. The piece of oak flooring had definitely won. The spanking had been a real effective paddling.
Normally Drew would have taken off his boxer briefs and put on his shorty PJ's for the night. For this night he left on his boxer briefs and then pulled on his shorty PJ's. With his dad as mad as he was Drew felt the need to be wearing both.
Later in the evening his dad knocked on Drew's bedroom door and entered the room with "the" flooring stick in hand. Drew felt his heart nearly jump out of his chest and he could feel sweat poor out of his forehead and armpits. Another round with that thing was far more than a guy could take he thought. After allowing Drew to view the board and sweat out a few seconds, his dad assured him that he had no intention of using it again right away. He went on to say that he had planed the edges down so they were now rounded and he had cut several inches off the end. Drew thought the words Thanks for nothing might be appropriate but he knew better than to say out loud anything like that after this day's experience. The stick was going to be put in Drew's sock drawer in case there was ever a need for it again.
His dad explained as he was leaving the bedroom that if there should ever be a next time, he believed that the stick should work on just about any clothing. Furthermore, he would adjust the way he used the stick if Drew were wearing lighter clothing. The bedroom light was turned off and the door was closed.
With the knowledge that an ass eating stick was in his sock drawer and his dad was smarter about his clothing than he was, Drew turned over on his stomach. He hoped to zone out soon and end this horrifying day. With some fondling of his centerpiece with his right hand and a little caressing of his unblemished left ass cheek with his left hand Drew drifted off to sleep.