"Chuck, go to your room!"
I was expecting those words for I had gotten in trouble again and pretty much knew that a time out in my room would be the start of my punishment. Dad proved me right and spoke those five words I have heard so many times over the years. I knew in a while, after he had a chance to think things over, he'd be up and tell me what the rest of my punishment would be.
As I looked around my room I thought how many times in my fifteen, almost sixteen years of life that I had been imprisoned in these four walls and secretly had to giggle a little bit. Now what will I do with my time, the computer? How about the game console, I could always try to beat my record on one of the games, that would take up some time anyhow. Of course there was always the television set, I wonder what was on the air right now? Getting sent to my room and told to stay there was a punishment most cruel and unusual for sure.
"Goodbye, dear," came Dad's voice through the open window of my room which was over the side door, "have a nice shopping trip." I heard Mom's car start up and back out of the driveway, I went to the window and saw that she had my little sister with her and when those two went shopping it was a day long proposition, I don't know what they find to do in a store that long. I was like Dad in that respect, go to a store with an object in mind and buy it and get out of the darn store.
I waited there laying on my bed wondering how long I would be grounded this time, that was normally a part of any punishment. It was kind of silly all told for I would just go out my window, down over the roof of the porch and then climb down the trellis that Dad had overbuilt as he usually did such thing, you could use that trellis for an escape route in case of fire. It sure worked good for an extra exit for me after everyone else had gone to bed.
Dad came into my room, closed the door and instead of just launching into his lecture as usual walked over and closed my window and then pulled the chair out from under my computer desk and sat down in it facing me.
"Chuck," he said, "look at me." I turned my head from where it was resting on the pillow and looked him in the face. It was then that I noticed that he had that big old antique wooden backed hairbrush in his hand, the one that has sat on the counter in the bathroom just about forever. It was a big brush and looked more like it was made for brushing down a horse than using on a person's head. I knew that thing had once belonged to my grandfather and there was a rumor that it had been used for other purposes than just making your hair neat.
"Chuck," Dad said, "your behavior has been, to say the least, appalling of late, and your mother and I have been talking about it and we have decided that it is time for me to use the same technique on you that my father used on me."
"What you going to do, take the horse and buggy away?" I sneered.
"No," he said, "I'm going to go back to basics and use a method that has worked for centuries untold, I'm going to give you a spanking. I've been wanting to spank you since you were a little boy but your mother read that stupid book by Dr. Spock and didn't want me to but now that is going to change and I'm going to give you what my father gave me when I was your age, a good, old fashioned butt warming!"
"You're kidding, right?" I said, "Nobody spanks a kid nowadays."
"You are right there and more the pity, maybe boys wouldn't be so rude and disobedient if they got their tails warmed every now and again," Dad said, "but that is going to change in your case anyway starting right now! Get up off of your bed and come over here!"
For some silly reason his talk about giving me a spanking made me get a rock hard erection, I don't know why but that always seemed to happen when I either saw a spanking on a video or heard about one. Somehow a spanking or at least the idea of a spanking sort of excited me. I decided to humor him and slowly got up off of my bed and at his gesture walked over to his right side. I mean what could happen, he'd swat me on the seat of my pants a few times with that hairbrush? How much could that hurt?
Dad set the hairbrush on the floor beside the chair and then reached up to the button on the fly of my jeans.
"What are you doing?" I asked, pulling back from his hand.
He reached behind me and smacked my jeans covered butt with his hand. "Stand still," he said, "these have to come down for nothing should come between a boy and his punishment." He tugged at the button on my jeans and got it open and then zipped my fly down. He then tugged my pants down to way below my knees leaving my dressed down below in just my white briefs that had a tremendous bulge in the front. This was bad, it was about to get worse.
"These come down, too," said Dad, "spankings are always done on a boy's bare bottom," and before I could react he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and yanked them down to join my jeans, releasing my boner to pop straight out from my crotch. I was totally mortified and I could feel the blood rushing to my face I was so embarrassed for Dad to be seeing me like this. Sure, he had seen me either on the toilet or getting out of the shower over the years for neither one of us was particularly shy about that sort of stuff but this was different, I wasn't bare because I either wanted to or needed to be but I was forced to be. Somehow this made me very ashamed to be naked as I was, especially because I was only partially naked with something awful about to happen to my bottom! I could feel the skin on my balls crawl as they sucked up tight to my body, he was really going to go through with this idea of his! I felt a drastic need to pee.
In a daze I got down over Dad's knees as he instructed me to and it just registered on my brain that he had pressed down on my boner to make sure it wasn't squashed against the top of his thigh as I got in position. Now, instead of being pointed straight out from my body my willie was pointed toward the floor and resting against the outside of his right thigh. He moved his legs around so as to make my behind the highest part of my body and I felt really strange with my hands flat on the floor on one side and my toes just touching on the other side. I felt Dad push my T-shirt up so all that was showing between my knees and shoulder blades was bare skin.
Then he started running his hand over my bare bottom! All over it, even in the very private area that I never purposely showed to anyone! He actually parted my cheeks so he could touch my puckerhole and the irrational thought went through my head 'Did I wipe myself really good this morning?'. Pretty stupid, all told, I'm going to get my bare bottom smacked and I'm worrying about the cleanliness of my crack, that's the last thing I should be thinking about right now. Dad hadn't touched me there since the last time he changed my diaper before I was potty trained and I was totally humiliated to have him touching me there now. I could feel my face heat up and knew that I was blushing.
"You are a bit old to be getting your very first spanking," he said, "but I figure better late than never and I hope that you learn something from this. From now on you can count on getting spanked any time you misbehave." He stopped rubbing my bottom and took a tight grip around my ribs and brought his hand smartly down on my right cheek.
At first all that happened was the sharp smacking noise as his hand hit my bare hide. "Boy," I thought, "this is impressive," and then the second swat landed right next to the first one and the burn started. Darn it all, that hurts!
"DAD!! STOP!! THAT HURTS!!" I yelled. I was wriggling around and kicking my feet a bit.
"Yes, Chuck," said Dad calmly, "I know it hurts. That's what a spanking is all about."
Despite my protests, kicking and yelling, and sooner or later my crying, Dad continued to slap my rapidly heating behind and it was really getting pretty darn painful! I didn't know that a spanking felt like this, somehow this was nowhere near as exciting as I thought it would be. Dad just spanked and spanked for about four or five minutes, a hard swat and then a pause for a second or two, spanking all over my bare bottom, and by the time he was done my entire bum felt like it was heated up with a blow torch! Due to my kicking and moving around I even got more than a few smacks right on that area that I didn't want him to see, nevermind touch.
He let me up on my feet and I stood there frantically rubbing my stinging butt cheeks with both hands, tears and other fluids running down my face. I was dancing from foot to foot as much as my hobbling pants that I had kicked down by my ankles would allow me and the burn just continued on my rear section. Through my tear-streaked eyes I could see that I still had a great boner and it was bobbing up and down in the air almost in Dad's face and I didn't even care, all my attention was on my blazing backside. Dad let me rub and cry for about two minutes.
"Okay, Chuck," Dad said, "that was your introduction to getting a spanking. For the second phase I want you naked. From now on you will take all your clothes off but your underwear and wait for me up here in your room, those will come off too before the spanking begins." As I started to protest he interrupted me. "Don't argue with me," he said, "you are getting 60 smacks with the hairbrush now and unless all I see is skin on you right quick you will get more." Protesting all the time I kicked off my shoes and slipped my pants and underwear from around my ankles, took off my socks and kicked them to one side and then slid my T-shirt over my head and stood there stark naked in front of Dad. This was even more humiliating if possible!
I tried begging, I tried pleading but it did no good and Dad guided me over his knees again, once more pressing my boner down which I didn't even pay any attention to, and my smoldering behind was raised up over his lap once more. He picked up the hairbrush from the floor and gripped me around the ribs tightly.
"Chuck," he said, making small circles on my rump with the cool wood of the brush, "I used to feel this thing stinging my bottom a lot when I was a kid, I sure learned to behave myself under it's teaching, I hope that you do too." The brush left my sore hide only to come cracking down on it.
"YEOW!! DAD I'LL BE GOOD, HONEST!!" I howled, how could something that felt so cool when Dad was rubbing it on my butt burn so much! I was kicking and wailing and squirming, not to mention doing a lot of promising and begging, but it did me no good at all, relentlessly that hairbrush rose and fell onto my scorched ass and the fires grew hotter and hotter all the time! Sixty times I got smacked with that brush, all over my backside but most of the smacks were on my lower cheeks right where my ass meets my legs. I was kicking my legs and bucking my rear end up and down trying to escape the sting of the hairbrush and exposing everything that I owned to Dad's view, all thoughts of modesty and cleanliness gone from my mind under the burning pain of the spanking.
I remember once picking up a pan from the oven without using a potholder and burning my fingers and that is just about what my lower ass was feeling like now, even though my cheeks were separated by my crack the flames were burning straight across that area and every whack of the brush just made those flames increase in intensity about three times over.
Finally Dad let me get up and I just flew around my bedroom trying to outrun the fires burning on my bum while rubbing the scorched area with both hands. I was stamping my feet and bawling like a little kid, I had never felt this kind of pain in my life, not even the time I broke my arm! That happened when I was ten years old and is also the last time that Dad ever saw me crying.
Dad just sat there watching me until my crying and howling settled down to sobbing.
"Chuck," Dad said, "how does your bottom feel?"
"It hurts like heck!" I yelled, "What do you think?"
"Do you enjoy that feeling?" he asked.
"Are you kidding?" I said. I just stared at him, how could anyone enjoy feeling their bottom burning off?
Dad got up from the chair and put it back under my computer desk and put the hairbrush on top of the monitor. "I'm leaving this brush here where you can see it all the time and I want you to leave it right where it is," he said, "and every time you look at it, remember what it felt like when I was smacking your bottom with it. Remember the burning pain well for that is what you will be feeling from now on, naked across my knees. If you want to keep your backside from burning, behave! If I have to spank you again I won't be anywhere near as gentle with you, you will be able to count on getting a lot more time with my hand and many more smacks with the brush." With those words he left my room and closed the door behind him.
I threw myself, still naked, flat on my belly on my bed and sobbed into my pillow, feeling very sorry for myself, getting spanked at my age! My ass was just throbbing with pain in time with my pulse, the flames rising and falling but not really going away any time soon. I gingerly ran my hand over my ass and in truth was surprized not to find blood all over it, I sure felt that the hide had been ripped off of it. Outside of feeling swollen and really hot it seemed to be about the same old butt I've known all my life. I've been told by several people that I have a really nice butt and I wear good tight jeans to show it off, I never thought that it would be put to a use like this!
Of course every guy knows about spankings even if they don't ever get one of their own, heck, I used to get a boner every time I would watch 'Animal House' when the pledges would get smacked with that paddle, somehow it seemed kind of kinky to me. Then of course there is the shower scene in 'Starship Troopers' where Rico gets his bare behind smacked, that is great too! This spanking made my behind feel more like Rico's back must have felt like during his 'Administrative Punishment'!
Our soccer coach in school would sometimes give you a swat on the rump when he sent you into the game and of course there is always some butt smacking if you get a goal and those times I was glad I was wearing a jock so my erect state didn't show. Even the smacks with a rolled up towel in the locker room on a bare and wet ass were kind of fun though they did sting a bit, it was neat seeing a red stripe on a snowy white behind.
Believe me, those smacks did not prepare me at all for the sheer, burning agony that a real spanking entails, one or two swats are fun and even made me horny, a whole bunch of them and on your naked butt to boot are not fun or exciting in the least. I couldn't believe how much Dad's hand could hurt, it didn't seem possible. And that dratted hairbrush! Darn how that thing burns! How can something so small hurt so much? Funny thing, though, somehow judging from the state of my willie it must still be some kind of a turnon for me anyhow despite the pain involved, I was so hard my balls were aching like I got smacked in them.
I can assure you that if this is going to be Dad's method of punishing me in the future I will watch my step for sure! They say 'Don't do the crime if you can't do the time' and I sure don't want to spend any more time over Dad's knees while he whacks my bare bottom with that stupid hairbrush! A spanking might seem old fashioned and way out of style for disciplining misbehaving boys but man, ain't it effective!