At 14 Michael thought he knew everything. He wasn't a bad kid but lately he had been pushing the limits of his allowed behavior to the max. His parents had gotten into the habit of threatening to spank him if he didn't straighten up his act but they never followed through. He'd get an occasional smack on the seat of his pants but that was about it. To him, grounding was a joke that he put up with. It only made him pay a little more attention to his school work and the things he wanted to concentrate on anyway. It also gave him a good excuse to use with his friends. "Sorry, Mom or Dad grounded me for the weekend." instead of, "No way, I have to work on a homework project."
Today was a little different. He was feeling bad about what he was going to have to face when he got home. Mom and Dad were going to be really mad at him. Michael was sure that his escapades today were going to get him a spanking. He just prayed that it wouldn't be as bad as his parents had always promised him. He was pretty confident that it wouldn't be that bad, but he still worried about getting spanked. He hadn't been spanked in such a long time. Maybe he was too old and to big to be spanked now. That was his only hope. Still, he was worried about what would happen.
Michael quietly made his way into his house. His Mom's car was gone so he knew he wouldn't have to face her right away. His Dad's car was parked in the garage though. He figured his dad must be working out of the house today. If he was quiet he could make it to his room and maybe have a couple more hours to try to find a way out if this mess he had gotten himself into. The door to dad's office was closed. Michael made his way to his bedroom and carefully closed the door. He made it. He kicked off his shoes and laid down on his bed. What the heck was he going to do?
His heart jumped when just a few minutes later his dad came into his room. Michael turned over in his bed to see who had come in.
"Michael?" his dad began. "Is something wrong with you? Are you sick?"
"What makes you think that, Dad?"
"You came in awfully quite. That's not like you. You usually yell out that you're home. Also, there's still some food left in the kitchen. I figured you must be sick!"
"I'm just not feeling to good right now Dad. I thought if I laid down for a while maybe I'd feel better." Michael hoped that would buy him some time alone.
His dad walked over to stand over his son laying in bed. He reached out and felt the boy's forehead to see if he had a fever.
"I can't tell if you have a temperature or not. I'll go get the thermometer and I'll be right back."
"No, Dad. I'll be okay. I don't think I have a temp. I just need to lay down for a bit."
His dad wasn't listening though. He left the boy's room. After a few minutes he returned with a couple items in his hand.
"Dad, I'll be fine, really."
"Better safe than sorry. I couldn't find the digital thermometer. All I could find is this old one. I'm afraid we'll have to do this the old fashioned way."
Michael was a bit horrified! "Dad! You don't have to do this." He hadn't had his temperature taken this way since his mom did it when he was eight!
Michael didn't know what to do. The thought of this happening had never even been a glimmer in the back of his mind. Michael's dad rolled Michael over onto his back and turned him so that his feet were now dangling off the side of the bed to the floor. Michael didn't try to stop his dad who was now opening Michael's belt, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down the zipper. Michael tried to put his hands in the way and stop his dad, but his dad took Michael's hands by each wrist and crossed his arms over his chest gently but firmly telling the boy to keep them there. Michael had no choice but to do as he was told.
Michael's dad pulled Michael's jeans down to his knees. He then pulled the boy's underpants down as far as he could as well.
Michael wasn't embarrassed about being naked or exposed in front of his dad. In fact, even at fourteen sometimes his mom would come in when he was taking a shower and scrub his back for him.
"Dad, I'm not a baby. Please don't do this, this way."
"Michael, no one said you were a baby. I want to know if my son is sick and needs to see a doctor. Now, I can do this here and now, or I can make an emergency appointment with your pediatrician, Dr. Sullivan, and she can do this. And since you are making such a fuss I can make sure that she takes your temperature rectally. Of course, there will be several of the nurses coming in to check on you and since you know that Dr. Sullivan has such a small office, everyone there will know that your temperature is being taken rectally. Would you like that?"
Michael could say nothing. "No Sir."
"I thought not."
Michael's dad just looked at his son laying there for a moment. There was nothing Michael could do. He began to get an erection. This did embarrass Michael having his dad watch him as he got hard. Michael thought his dad would say something about that and that's what embarrassed him. His dad said nothing though. Most adults know that boys this age get an erection at the blowing of the wind and there was nothing they could do about it.
Michael's dad sat down on the bed next to the boy. Reaching over Michael he took hold of him behind his farthest leg and rolled Michael over on his stomach and pulling Michael over his knee. He put the boy in this position to keep him from moving around and to hold him in place.
His dad tried to help Michael relax rubbing his bare behind. Michael would relax but when his dad tried to spread his butt cheeks apart they would twitch and close tight. Michael's dad slapped the boy's bare behind really hard with his hand telling him to relax. Michael did the best he could to relax as his dad rubbed some Vaseline on his butthole with his finger. Some more Vaseline on the thermometer and it was inserted into Michael.
Now they waited. Michael could feel one of his dad's hands rubbing his back trying to relax him. The other hand rubbing his bare behind and holding his behind together to keep the thermometer in place. A few minutes later the thermometer was pulled out. Michael could only lay there and wait as his Father learned what he already knew. He wasn't physically sick. Michael's dad checked the temperature and found it to be normal. He didn't say anything wiped the boy's behind and cleaned him up. With the task done, He sat there for a moment slowly rubbing the boy's bare behind with his hand.
"Your temperature is normal Michael. You're not sick. But then you already knew that. Do you want to tell me now what's wrong with you? Did something happen at school today? Are you worried about something?"
Michael didn't think about it anymore. He just wanted to get this over with. He knew he was in trouble, big time. Better to get it over with than think about it anymore. His dad's big hand still slowly rubbing his behind. Pretty soon it would be making his bare behind hurt and feel like it was on fire.
"Dad, I'm really sorry. I was worried and I didn't know how to tell you. I wasn't trying to hide anything. I just had to figure out how to tell you."
Michael's dad didn't interrupt the boy. He also didn't let on that he already knew. He had gotten a call from the school principal earlier that day.
"Since I'm already in this position we might as well get this over with."
"Sounds like you got yourself into some trouble Michael. Is it something that you think you would have gotten a spanking for?"
Michael was thrown for a moment. His mind racing. 'Would have gotten a spanking?' Maybe he wouldn't have gotten a spanking. After all he has 14 and to big and too old to be punished that way.
"Dad, I did get into trouble, big time. I'm really, really sorry Daddy. I don't know what to think. I hope that you think I'm too old to get a spanking. I sure don't want one. Obviously I'm not to big considering the position I'm in now. I haven't gotten a spanking in so long and I sure don't want one. Daddy, I'm really sorry. Me and Tommy, and Ricky got caught smoking in the bathroom at school. I swear Daddy that it was the first time ever that I even tried one and I promise that I'll never do anything like that ever again and I'll never smoke another cigarette again Daddy! I'm so sorry."
"I'm glad that at least you told me Michael. For that you can be thankful. I got a call earlier today from your principal. You did good not to try to lie about what happened or try to hide it."
"I'm sorry Daddy."
"So you thought you might get a spanking for smoking, huh?"
"I knew that you would be pretty mad at me."
":I'm not mad at you son, but I am disappointed with you. You know how your Mom and I feel about smoking. You also knew how you would be punished if you ever did smoke even one cigarette. How did your Mom and I promise you, you would be punished if you ever tried smoking?"
Michael was in no position to argue or complain. He just wanted to get this over with.
"You said that I would get a spanking. No second chances, no if's, and's or buts."
"And how are you going to get that spanking, Michael?"
"Oh!, Daddy Please!! I'm so sorry. Can't you please give me a second chance?"
"I'm waiting Michael. How are you supposed to be spanked?"
"You and Mommy told me that I would be spanked by you with a belt as many times as however old I am. Daddy please! I'm so sorry. I'll never do it again!"
"You knew what would happen. You never should have done it in the first place. You've been getting away with a bit too much lately and I think you forgot what the consequences would be. Keep going. What else is going to happen?"
"Mommy is going to paddle me too. Please daddy! I learned my lesson."
"Well then, Son. The spanking that you are going to get is going to reinforce that lesson."
Michael's dad helped him up from over his knee. Michael stood there. When he stood up his pants fell down to his ankles. His Dad had left for a few minutes. When he returned he had leather belt in his hand. It was folded in two and the buckle had been removed. It looked old and well used though it had never before been used on Michael. His Dad took Michael by the arm and moved him over near the bed.
"Okay, Michael. Bend over and put your hands on your bed. If you stand up or your hands leave the bed the spank doesn't count and you'll have to get that one over again. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Daddy." Michael tried again, "Please don't spank me Daddy. I promise I'll behave!"
His Dad did not pay any attention to his pleading. He may be sorry and my promise everything in the world, but this time his son was going to be punished as promised.
SMACK
The first spank with the belt landed right across the middle of Michael's bare behind good and hard.
"YEOW!!" Michael jumped up and grabbed his burning rearend with both hands and began hopping around. His dad just watched him for a moment or two until he began to settle down.
"Okay Michael. Bend over and hands back on the bed. That one doesn't count. You still have 14 more to go. It's up to you if we will be here all afternoon and all night."
Michael brushed back tears in his eyes and put his hands back on the bed. That first spank had caught him off guard. He hadn't known what to expect since this had never been done to him before. Also it had been so long since he had been spanked in any way that he had forgotten how much it hurt.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
Slowly, about thirty seconds apart Michael's dad applied the belt to Michael's behind. Each time the belt landed Michael cried out. He hopped around some and shifted his weight from one foot to the other but his hands never left the bed. Michael didn't want any more of this than he had to. Michael's tears were flowing now. His white bottom had been turned a light shade of red and five red stripes were clearly visible.
"Okay Michael, stand up." Michael didn't need to be told twice. He stood up and immediately began trying to rub the fire out of his behind with both hands. Maybe his dad was going to give him a break. Before he could thank his dad his heart sank again.
"For the next five I want you to bend over and touch your toes. If you stand up, it won't count and you'll get that on again. Understand?"
Through his tears Michael told his dad that he understood. Michael bent over and touched his toes.
SMACK
The belt landed. Michael yelled out. "OWWWW!!" He began to stand up but he stopped himself and returned to touching his toes. Thankfully, his dad did not penalize him for this movement.
SMACK
This next spank landed across the very top of his bottom. "AAGGHHHH!!!" He couldn't help yelling. "DADDY IT HURTS!!! PLEASE STOP!" Michael begged his dad between sobs.
"It's supposed to hurt Michael. That's why it is a punishment. Next time you will think twice about misbehaving or being naughty and remember what this is like and what will happen to you again if you do something that you know is wrong." His dad allowed him to slow down or delay some so he could get some control over himself. As firm as Michael's dad was about giving him this spanking he was willing to give him a bit of time so he wouldn't have to spank his son any more than he had been promised.
SMACK
Dad landed this one at the tops of Michael's legs. "I'LL BE GOOD!! DADDY PLEASE! I'LL BE GOOD!" Michael stomped his feet trying to remove the burning in his bottom. His hands almost shot up to rub out the pain but he stopped himself and his hands only made it to the back of his knees. He grabbed his legs there and slowly fought with himself to reach back down and touch his toes.
SMACK
"DADDEEEEE!! OWWW!! DADDY PLEASE STOP!"
SMACK
"AAAHHHHHH" Michael was crying pretty hard now. He couldn't remember the last time he had ever cried this hard. Not that he was thinking about that. In fact, the only thing that he was thinking about was the burning in his rear-end and touching his toes and not standing up. He hadn't heard his dad tell him he could stand up. He was crying hard and his dad lifted him making him stand up. Michael realized what was happening and again began rubbing his bottom and hopping around.
After a minute or two Michael's dad told him that they still were not finished. For the last four Michael's dad pulled the chair out from Michael's desk and bent Michael over the back of it placing the boys hands reaching forward on the seat telling him not to let go. Michael's dad was having as hard a time with this as Michael was. He had never had to do this before. He made a mental note that if he ever had to spank Michael like this again that he would do it in his office where he could just bend him over the big padded leather sofa. Hopefully Michael would not have to be spanked like this again but somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that Michael would do something that would put him in this position once again.
Michael's dad held nothing back. This was going to be one spanking that this boy was going to remember for a very very, long time. He knew better and now he was going to pay the price. Michael would never touch another cigarette as long as he lived.
Michael no longer begged his dad to stop spanking him. He just stayed bent over that chair and cried harder than he had ever cried in his whole life. He yelled out each of the last four times the belt landed across his bare and now burning backside. Michael never ever again would do anything that would cause him to be punished like this. At least that was what he was promising himself at the time.
Michael's dad stood Michael Up. Again he gave Michael a few moments to try to rub some of the burning feeling away. It was no use though. Michael may have smoked a cigarette earlier that day, but now, he was sure that it was his behind that was on fire and smoking. Michael thought his spanking was over but his dad had something else in mind. He turned the chair around and sat down. Just like when he was a little boy his dad put Michael over his knee. He held Michael's legs in place with one of his legs. That prevented Michael from kicking and helped hold Michael over his father's knee. His head was almost touching the floor. Michael just laid there over his father's knee crying. He didn't even try to get away.
His dad's hand landed on Michael's behind re-igniting the fire that he had rubbed out. Not thinking, Michael reached back and tried to protect his bottom from any more pain. His dad firmly held his hand up behind his back keeping it out of the way. Like a little boy, Michael was now getting a spanking by his Daddy's hand and he was crying like a two year old. His dad's hand spanked him fast and all over. To Michael it felt like it went on endlessly, but in reality it only lasted for about a minute. But in that minute his dad's hand must have spanked him about a hundred times.
Michael's dad helped him up. Without saying anything he placed Michael in the corner in the hallway outside his bedroom. Michael reached down to rub his bottom some more but his dad stopped him and placed his hands on top his head. Then his dad got the belt and put it away. A short time later his dad was back in the hallway.
"Michael, you stand there thinking about why you got this spanking. You can also think about the one you will be getting tonight as well from your mother. Keep your hands on your head and do not even think about rubbing your bottom. When you are through crying and can control yourself, call me, but stay put until I tell you may get out of the corner."
His dad left him and went back to his office. Michael knew he had better do as he was told. With his office door open he knew that his dad could see him standing there in the corner. He hoped no one came over cause they would be able to see him as well. He wasn't worried about anyone seeing him half naked, but he didn't want anyone to know he got spanked like a little boy.
About fifteen minutes later Michael called out to his father. It was also then that he noticed that sometime during his spanking that he had kicked off and lost his pants.
"Daddy!?" Michael called out.
"Yes, Michael." he heard his father.
"I stopped crying and can control myself now."
"Very good, Michael. You may come out of the corner and come here."
Michael didn't stop to get his pants. This wasn't the first time he'd walked around the house with nothing on. He went right to his Father's office to see him. Michael walked in and stood next to his Dad's desk.
"Care to sit down?" His dad asked him indicating the big padded leather chair across the desk from him.
"If it's all the same to you Daddy I'd rather stand." Michael couldn't quiet laugh about the situation.
"I want you to go wash your face. If you have any homework I suggest that you get it done. After dinner tonight your Mother will be giving you a spanking and then you will be sent to bed." Michael knew that this was coming. "Tell me why you just got a spanking, Michael."
"I got spanked because I was naughty." Michael didn't leave it at that though. He knew his dad wanted him to tell more and he didn't want to risk being spanked even more again. "I knew that I was forbidden to smoke and why it is so bad. I also knew cause both you and mom told me many times before how I would be punished. I did a stupid forbidden thing and now I have to be punished for it cause it was wrong and I deserve and earned the punishment." Michael paused for a moment. "But I still don't like it."
Michael's dad looked at Michael and raised and eyebrow.
"If you liked it, it wouldn't be much of a punishment now would it?"
"No sir. I guess not. But it hurts so much."
"I guess maybe you will think more about how you behave? Maybe there should be a lot more spanking around here in the future."
"Oh! No! Daddy please no. I promise I'll be good."
"That's what you say now. There may not be a LOT more spankings being given to you around here but I can promise you that there will be more. Both your mom and I have not been too happy with you as of late. But, we have also been lax with you. We'll work with you but you will behave to our standards and if you don't you will be getting spanked more often."
"Yes sir."
"Now, to finish up this cigarette incident. For the next two weeks you are grounded. No going out. No playing outside. No TV and video games and no computer except for school work. Understand?"
"Yes Sir." Michael remembered then two school events coming up. "Oh, Daddy, please. What about the school dance? Can we please work something out so I may still go?"
"Since your mother will be there too, I think we can bend the rules a bit to allow that. But you will have to go with her and come home with her. Providing your behavior changes and you are like a saint between now and then."
"I will dad. Thank you. One more thing Dad. The Science fair is next week."
"That's a school function. You may attend but not to hang out with friends."
"Yes sir."
"Now, back to the remainder of your punishment. For the next week your bedtime will be seven. If you are not in bed on time you will be in more trouble. As you already know, after dinner for the next week your mother or I will give you a spanking for this smoking. I trust you won't ever do such a thing again."
"I swear I won't Dad."
"Go wash up and go to your room. You will be called for supper."
Michael did as he was told. It didn't take him long to get his homework done. That left him about and hour and a half to do nothing before he was called to dinner. Instead of his jeans Michael had slipped on a soft pair of shorts. He came to dinner right away when he was called. His dad had placed a soft pillow on Michael's chair to make it easier for him to sit down to eat his dinner. The conversation during dinner was light. They discussed Michael and his behavior and his punishment among other things about how Mom's and Dad's day were.
After dinner, normally Michael would have gone over to a friends house for a while or played video games or on the computer. Tonight however, Michael offered to help his mother clean up the kitchen. Michael's mother declined his help tonight. She told Michael to go take his shower and put his pajamas on and get ready for bed. Then return to the kitchen.
Michael did as he was told while his mom and dad sat talking for a while. He returned to the kitchen freshly bathed and ready for bed. He had put on his blue pajamas. They were light and he knew he wouldn't want anything heavy on his backside. The shirt part was a little small now and barely came down to his waist. But the bottoms were shorts and very light weight.
"Mom, I'm ready for bed now." His mom was still busy washing dishes and cleaning up. "Are you ready to give me my spanking now?"
"Not just yet Michael." His mother stopped what she was doing and came over to him. She turned him around and marched him over to a corner and put him in it. Michael said nothing and just did as his mother wanted. Once she had Michael in place, she reached down and pulled his pajamas down and let them fall to the floor. Michael was again standing in a corner showing off a very well spanked bottom. "I'll deal with you when I'm done cleaning up. Till then you stand there like that quietly."
"Yes, Ma'am." Michael answered her and then shut his mouth. He knew that he was supposed to be thinking about why he was being punished and how he should change his behavior.
A few minutes later Michael heard a knock at the back door. He couldn't believe he was hearing his mother open the door and tell someone to come in. Who ever it was couldn't help but see him there in all his spanked glory. Like Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer. Only the wrong end was bight and red and sticking out for everyone to see!
"My Gosh!" It was Mrs. Johnson from next door. "It looks like someone has been a very naughty boy."
Michael's face was turning as red as his bottom.
"He was naughty, but I think we are getting through to him." His mom said.
"It sure looks like it."
"His dad did that earlier today. I need to give him a little more when I'm done cleaning this mess." Michael's mom told her.
"Don't let me stop you. I just came over to find out how you made out today. Do you want me to come back when you are through with Michael?"
"Oh no. Stick around. I don't think Michael has any objections. Do you Michael?"
"No Ma'am!" he replied right away.
"It's been such a long time since we have spanked Michael. I had forgotten how quickly it changes his attitude and behavior." He heard his mother say.
"If it works so well, maybe I'll have to try in out on my three. Mine are only 8, 9 and 10. If it works so good on one 14 I'm sure it will work on younger ones."
"It used to work well on this one when he was younger. But I think the last time I spanked him he was around 10. It did wonders then. Pretty much he's a good kid most of the time. He's had a bit of an attitude lately though and developed a teenage hearing problem. He couldn't hear his parents talking to him. Then today he does something really stupid that he knows he has always been promised this severe punishment for." Michael's mother explained to her friend.
"I guess sometimes you just need to warm up their brains and put them back where they belong." The two ladies laughed a bit.
Michael's mother was now ready to deal with him. She had dug the wooden paddle out of the drawer where it had been put away for so long. Mrs. Johnson watched as Michael's mother led him over to the table where she was going to spank him.
Michael laid down, bending over the edge of the table for his mother to spank him. Mrs. Johnson was sitting right there and could see everything. Michael's mother slapped her son's bare red behind with her hand.
"Not this time young man."
Michael was a bit confused. Was mom saying that she wasn't going to spank him?
"What Mom?"
Michael's mom sat down in a chair that she had pulled out.
"Over my knee young man."
"Oh, Mom! Please. I'm not a little boy. I'm too big to go over your knee." Michael stayed bent over the table hoping that his mom would give in. She reached out with her left hand and gave him another hard slap on his sore behind.
"Michael, I didn't ask you what you thought. I told you to get over my knee. It doesn't matter how old or big you are now does it really? I expect you to do as you are told." She continued to scold him as he slowly got up and stood beside his mother on her right. "You were very naughty today and behaved like a little boy instead of a more mature teenager. So you will be punished like a little boy."
Michael's mother reached up and firmly pulled Michael by the arm bending him over and putting him across her knee. She didn't waste any time. Spanking Michael fast and hard with her hand. Again Michael was crying uncontrollably.
"OW! MOMMY PLEASE STOP! I'LL BE GOOD! MOMMY PLEASE!"
After a brief spanking with her hand Michael's mother picked up the paddle.
"That was to make sure I had your undivided attention, Michael. This is your punishment for playing with cigarettes."
With that, Michael's mother picked up the paddle and gave him six of the hardest spanks with it that he had ever gotten in his life before setting the paddle back down. Michael was sure that his cries and screams and his begging his mother to stop could be heard next door if not down the street.
With the paddle set aside, Michael's mom spanked her teenage son with her hand. It made him feel more like 4 than 14. She spanked him until she was sure that he had learned his lesson and that he was a very well punished little boy. He didn't think that his mother could spank him that hard with only her hand. It made a very strong impression on him.
"That was to help remind you what happens to naughty little boys around here. Maybe next time you will think twice before you decide to do something that you know is wrong."
Michael laid there over his Mother's knee trying to control and stop his crying.
After a short while Michael's mom helped Michael to stand up. Like a little boy standing in front of his mother, Michael had his pants pulled up and was dressed by her.
"Now, tell Mrs. Johnson good night and apologize to her for making her have to see you being spanked."
Michael turned to Mrs. Johnson and sobbed out an apology and said good night to her. When she returned his good night and accepted his apology he turned back to his mother. She scolded him a bit more.
"If I ever even hear of you so much as touching another cigarette young man, the spanking you got today will feel like it was given with a feather."
"Yes Mommy. I'm so sorry. I'll never do anything like that ever again."
"Go to bed now after you say good night to your father."
"Yes Mommy. Good night Mommy."
Michael gave his mom a kiss on the cheek and a hug. As he left he heard his Mother telling Mrs. Johnson that he also was grounded for two weeks and would also be getting a spanking every night for the next week and being put to bed early.
He was shocked when he overheard his mom say that they would have to find a baby-sitter for him now for Friday and Saturday night. His parents had plans to go out and they were not going to change them. Maybe the girl who used to sit for him would be available. She was only 18 but she was still around cause she hadn't left for college yet. She could spank Michael and put him to bed those two nights. Mrs. Johnson said that if the sitter wasn't available she would be happy to take care of Michael for her.
He found his dad in the living room and kissed him good night as well. In his bedroom, Michael crawled into bed on his stomach. He cried himself to sleep.
Later that night before going to bed Michael's parents went into his room to check on him. They found their son sound asleep on his stomach. He had taken off his pajamas and was laying there naked. Apparently having fallen asleep rubbing his very sore and hot behind. They both kissed there sleeping little angel and covered him lightly with a sheet. At least for a while he would be a very good little boy.