Drunk and Spanked


by Klinger41 <Klinger41@hotmail.com>

Drunk and Spanked

STANDARD DISCLAIMER

"This story and the accompanying photo are semi-fictionalized, and DEPICT THE SPANKING of two pre-adolescent boys. I have taken only small poetic license with the details such as dialogue, etc. If you are turned on by this post, you're in the right place. Don't read any further if true stories offend you, and for heaven's sake, let's all keep our fantasies in our heads.

In my previous postings I have written about my sons, Eric and Sean. They are 12 and 10 now.

This past summer, Sean's best friend Matthew (Matty or Matt) was forced to spend several weeks staying at my home. His parents, close friends of ours also, were suddenly required to fly to Toronto to deal with the death of Matt's uncle and to execute the will and arrange the estate. They were to be away for about three weeks and Matty found his long anticipated vacation trip to California postponed. He was very disappointed at this, but brightened somewhat when we offered to take him to Florida this winter with our boys. In any case, Matt didn't really know his uncle. His parents Brenda and Kevin, realized Matt would lose out twice if he went to Toronto - no California and three weeks away from his friends in the middle of his summer vacation. Now, it's bad enough with just two boys at home in our often-wet summers, but being a masochist I let Sean talk me into Matt coming to stay with us until his Mom and Dad returned.

As I have previously written, I was a much more frequent spanker than I am now, due to my awareness of my fetish and my concerns regarding over-disciplining through unconscious desire to satisfy it. The boys have been spanked since toddlerhood for wilful disobedience and for dishonesty. I was spanked frequently as a child, usually on the bare backside with a belt or hairbrush. So was my wife, though she is less likely than myself to spank the boys. Spanking certainly can be an effective means to maintain order and discipline in the home, especially in the summer, when parents are working and boredom is a problem - a bored AND grounded kid is a miserable one. That makes miserable parents, too, who then become "grounded" also by the enforcing of it. Both Eric and Sean will receive and even accept a spanking as an unpleasant, but necessary, punishment for boyhood misdeeds. From time to time they have agreed (grudgingly and with some whining) to be spanked as a means of lessening the length of a grounding, etc. Generally, if somebody gets their bum spanked, it's for dishonesty, wilfulness or dangerous behaviour.

Before I go further, I think I should clarify what a spanking in our household means.

A spanking of necessity needs to hurt enough to act as a deterrent and to send the message: "HEY! You've stepped across the line where I can love you unconditionally and I need to bring you back to me." When I spank, it is painful enough to bring submission, when the "pity-me" tears and whines become lusty cries of release, and the boy stops struggling. I often spank using a plastic bath brush with a very flexible head, but I have also used a woven leather mesh belt, and a huge hairbrush. Maximum pain and discomfort with minimum injury is my goal, but my boys will almost always have a warmed reddened bottom and maybe even some minor welts when it's over. I spank on the bare buttocks, and make the boys pull their own pants down. They seldom resist and generally cooperate with the process. We will sit and discuss what has happened, what is about to happen and why. I have a ritual of spanking at bedtime, and always with lots and lots of love and affection BEFORE the spanking, to calm the boys and reassure them they are loved enough to be worth punishing. I like the period right after a spanking also, when I have a sobbing but cuddly and clingy kid on my lap. The air is cleared, the power balance restored and I feel released as well. The matter is finished, consequences done, and I can love them all the more for accepting my loving correction so well. But I digress....

Matt had stayed many times overnight with us in the past, and he is a great kid: polite, soft-spoken, respectful -- like mine. I knew from discussions with Sean that Matt's dad spanked him occasionally, and Matt had seen Sean spanked at least twice before. Knowing he was to stay with us for so long, I realized I had to establish how much authority I had to punish him if it became necessary, and his dad and mom came over the night before they were to leave, Matt with them, to talk.

Matt's dad Kevin told him that while he was with us, he was to behave and respect our rules like he were in his own house. He told him that he was proud of him for being so understanding about the trip and that he was sure he would have fun with his best buddy Sean (and Eric) in our pool, camping on the long weekend, etc. I had booked off 10 days from work to build a new deck and fence, and the boys were all excited about "making sawdust" so-to-speak. We were all looking forward to having our guest and I didn't really expect too many problems, but as they say, boys will be boys. Thus I asked Matt's dad Kevin in the presence of Brenda and Matt what he expected as reasonable punishment. He didn't hesitate to tell Matt, again, that he was to be treated as a member of our family, to listen to my wife and me and to be punished along with the boys when needed. I reminded Matt that Sean and Eric were subject to being spanked in our home. Kevin and Brenda made no objection, merely patting Matt on the butt and saying: "Yup, kiddo. You too. You got plenty of padding there, anyway!" He gave a bashful grin and smiled at Sean --who was blushing at my telling everybody about a thorough spanking he received three nights previously for lying to his Grandma. That was that.

On our kitchen wall is a fish-filleting board about 4 inches wide and 16 inches long with a tapered handle. It's a really effective paddle, too-not too heavy and about 3/8 " thick. I have used it only once, to the great dismay of both boys' bottoms and they fear it. Which is why I never use it, just keep it as a gentle reminder that parents have the power in raising kids, kids are to submit to that power to learn and grow. Big over little, like it or not, that's life. I pointed it out to Matty and said, "That's the butt roaster, Matt. Just ask Sean about it." His eyes grew wide and he again demurred, blushing. After hugs and kisses, a few tears from Matt and promises to call, Matt was left to stay with us.

The first week was great. Sean and Matt really are the best of friends and share so many common interests. The first three days the boys were allowed to take their bikes and go exploring in the local nature preserve park located in our city. Then we started to build the fence the morning the materials arrived. The boys had a ball demolishing the old fence and I was glad to have the help. But it's one thing to show a boy how to swing a hammer; another thing entirely to be holding the nail when he practices! In two days we had the fence built and the "men" went out for pizza and a movie to unwind and celebrate. Eric, being 12, has his own friends and interests and although he gladly helped out with the fence, he couldn't wait to split to go hang out or whatever 12 year olds do.

My wife is a veterinarian and like any doctor must go "on call" from time to time. The first weekend Matt stayed she was away attending animal crises of various sorts. On Saturday, I too was asked to come into work for the day though I was officially off on holidays. It was cloudy and rain was forecast so I agreed. I had every reason to believe the boys would be okay as Eric would check on them and Sean had stayed alone for a few hours by himself occasionally. I kissed him goodbye (to which I got a protest and a "Yecch!!") and bade the boys to behave. Matt and Sean went downstairs to play on the boys' Playstation and I left them some money for a candy bar or slurpies if they wanted to go out.

Late in the afternoon I received a call from my wife. She had come home around noon and could hear a sudden scramble and rush downstairs. She proceeded to investigate and as she got to the bottom of the stairs, heard the clink of glass bottles together. She saw a flash as one of the boys ran from the area of the downstairs bar back to the main rec room. Two innocent faces looked up at her when she entered the room and the boys tried to pretend they had been there all along-but the smell of whiskey from the wet spot beside the coffee table was unmistakable. She asked the boys to shut off the TV and come upstairs. Right in the middle of her interrogation her pager went off and she was forced to return to the clinic-but not before the boys had denied touching the alcohol. She told them we would have a family discussion that evening and told them they were to remain in Sean's room or upstairs until then.

My wife and I almost never drink at home, save for some wine occasionally, but we do keep liquor in the wet bar for entertaining. The boys have been told that this area was strictly off limits and had, until then, obeyed. But to be sure, I marked the level in the bottles with a fine pencil line, figuring it would be the bolder and flashier Eric who might try to impress his teen friends someday. The kids never knew I had marked the bottles.

When my wife phoned me she was in a bit of a state. She said she could smell whiskey on the boys but that they seemed sober as a judge. She hadn't yet asked them about the rug stain when she was called away, but was convinced it was whiskey and told me off the clink of glass and the laughable theatrical innocence they boys tried to display. I told her not to worry, as I would depart for home shortly to finish grilling the lads and get to the bottom of things (In every sense of that expression....). On my way home it occurred to me that IF the boys had been drinking, the time elapsed would likely mean that they would certainly be feeling it, even pickled, by now. I wasn't angry as much as shocked, but decided I would give them the benefit of the doubt before I reacted.

Pulling into the driveway I first saw Eric coming through the back gate.

"Hi big guy. Seen your brother and Matt?"

"Nope. Just comin' home for lunch Dad. Why?"

The look on his face was genuine as was his tone of voice. He knew nothing.

" Ah, well. Hey, Eric-why don't you bike over to Mickey Dee's for lunch, ok? I need to have a private talk with your brother and Matthew."

He could sense that something was up and said "Oh-oh. Have they been bad?"

" That's what I want to know. Mom says they might have been drinking."

He looked stunned. He gave a shrug and opened his mouth as if to speak but didn't. Once again I concluded this was a shock to him, as well.

" You know nothing about the boys playing near the bar or drinking, Eric?"

"No sir. Honest. They were watching TV when I went over to Kev's house."

"Okay, I believe you. Thanks son."

I gave him some money for McDonalds and he started to ride away. I called after him.

" Eric! One more thing. If I find out they have been into the booze and you knew about it, there's going to be some seriously reddened behinds-yours included. You know that alcohol and our bar is absolutely not to be touched, right?"

" Yes daddy, er dad. I swear I had nothing to do with it. I already got a spanking once, remember?"

Yes, I did remember. Eric had helped us clean up after a New Year's party the previous year and I caught him emptying the drinks left behind on the table - into his mouth. He had his pants taken down on the spot and a good spanking from me. That had prompted the conversation I had with the boys about drinking, any drinking, being unacceptable until they were 18.

" Alright, good. Go have your lunch and give us some privacy this afternoon."

"Ok. See ya!" And off he pedalled.

I went into the house and went straight to Sean's room. The door was closed, as always, and there was silence.

" Sean? Matthew?" I called.

No response. Serena had told them to go to and stay in Sean's room. I knocked on the door, and then opened it, expecting the room to be empty.

On the bunks were two soundly sleeping boys, in the middle of the afternoon. I guess they must have been feeling pretty drunk, because they were both sprawled in uncomfortable positions. Right then the smell of vomit - strong, chemical smelling vomit - hit me. I went into the room and saw that Matt had puked on his pillow, yet he was soundly snoring away. I decided to let them sober up before I formally "discussed" things with them. But first I went into the bathroom and drew a cool bath. Returning to the bedroom I scooped up the limp Matt who stirred groggily as I carried him.

" Ohhhh....."his voice croaked softly. He said nothing more as I carried him to the tub. I laid him on the floor and pulled his shirt off, then his shorts, where he had a wet urine spot in the crotch. I picked him up and put him into the cold water. THAT woke him up. He howled in alarm and looked around him in a panic. Realizing where he was and that he was naked, his hands shot into the tub to cover his shrivelled up penis. I spoke.

"Hey Matt. You got sick all over the place - the bed, the pillow, you; I'm going to clean you up."

The look in his eyes was priceless. I could see he was frightened. He also seemed puzzled as to why I didn't seem angry.

We said nothing; I merely washed him up and then rinsed him, this time with warm water, as he was now wide-awake. I could still smell the whiskey coming off of him. He walked back to the room and I got out a pair of blue sweats and a t-shirt with some fresh undies. He dressed himself as I turned to Sean. He was pretending to be asleep, it appeared.

That's okay, I thought, I can play along. So I merely picked him up as I had done Matt, and carried him to the bathroom, too. As I ran the cold water once again, he "woke" up.

" Matt got a cold bath, Sean, and you should too. It does wonders for drunk little boys with hangovers."

He looked at me, terrified, from his place on the floor.

" There's no point in lying to me, son. Mom called me. Matt threw up and I can smell liquor on both of you."

" I'm sorry, daddy", he wailed. Murmuring, he said " We just wanted to try it out. We didn't mean to get drunk." Seconds later he made that pre-puke sound. Over his head went to the toilet bowl, where he too rid himself of some stomach contents.

" Hmm" was all I said.

"Are we in trouble?"

" Hmm. Yes, very much so, my son, but not right now. I want you to shower because you reek of booze and sweat. Then I want you back in bed until you've slept the rest off."

Sean showered and I threw him some clothes. He stumbled, unsteadily, back to his bed. He climbed in, where on the other bed Matt was already back asleep, and tried once more for a sympathy play.

" Boy, do I ever feel yucky and I have a headache. I'm never gonna drink ever again!" he reassured me.

" I'll bet you do, sonshine. We're going to have a long chat later about just what you boys have been up to and what the consequences are going to be. They're going to be serious, as I think you know. But not until you're both sober."

He said nothing, but grimaced slightly as I patted him on his rump.

Three hours later I went back to the room. Serena had returned home and we examined the bottles. Sure enough, about 6 ounces of rye were missing from one bottle. I guess that 6 oz isn't much, but divided into two 80 Lb boys with virgin livers, it was enough to make them, shall we say, hammered. Serena and I talked and decided that, like Eric, a spanking should follow our discussion with the two burgeoning alkies.

Coming into the room I found two boys groggy but awake. I told them to come downstairs and asked Sean to bring my belt. His eyes widened and he immediately cried out, realizing what the implications were. " NO Daddeeeeee! Please don't!" Matt, for his part, simply stared wide-eyed and shuddered.

" Get moving you two, and yes, Sean, I am going to spank you - both - for disobeying me and acting so silly."

" But I, I mean we-" Sean stammered, "don't wh....whip us with a belt, its too hard!" he whined.

" If you mean it hurts, then yep, I agree. Just like your heads are hurting right now, I'll bet. But you WILL have your bare little white bottoms whipped, and that's that. Now get me the dress belt in my closet, Sean. RIGHT NOW."

There was a bit of sudden weeping from Matt as Sean got up and went to my closet.

The boys came downstairs, fully dressed; Sean was timidly carrying a woven leather belt in his hand. I reached out for it and he handed it over.

" Now, sit down, an listen carefully to me. I am very disappointed in you boys right now....."

I was warming up into my lecture mode, and no longer angry. That had long passed. In fact, I found the whole thing a little amusing, in the sense of it being a typical stupid kid stunt. I got caught doing the same thing as a kid-albeit two years older-and was forced to drink the rest of a case of beer before getting a spanking with a belt that left me unable to sit for a week. But it was disobedience none the less, Sean having been explicitly warned.

I launched into the lecture, peppered by my wife's inserts about Sean and Eric being warned before, and about why alcohol was for adults only. We asked the two boys why they had decided to try drinking and disobey the rules and the best that they could come up with was a reference to a bet or dare between them. I reiterated my normal line about wilful disobedience being punished by a spanking. I reminded Matt about his dad's acknowledgement of my right to spank him along with Sean if need be. I went on at some length about why I was going to spank and then finished off with the classic question that no kid has ever answered without feeling a sense of self-betrayal:

" Okay, guys. Is there anything you want or need to tell me that might change my mind about spanking you for this stunt?"

Sean said nothing, but the still wide-eyed Matt quickly mumbled an apology to me and said it had been his idea.

" Thank you, Matty, for being honest and not lying. But you both did lie to Sean's mom when she confronted you, and the fact remains you were both drinking. I can't allow that to happen without consequences. It's because we love you that we punish. Matthew, while you're here, I think of you as my own kid. You two stepped outside of bounds; big time, and hoped you would get away with it. But you didn't, and won't. I don't like having to spank you severely any more than you do." (um, perhaps that's a bit overstated...) " But that's the penalty for disobedience and lying," I said.

"So," I intoned in my most gentle but firmly resolved voice," let's get this over with. Matt, you can go first for being the instigator. Stand up."

He stood slowly, tears welling up in his eyes.

"I am going to put you over my knee first, Matt, and then use the belt on you lying across the bed. Okay, son. Pull your pants all the way down and come over to me."

Matt fumbled with shaking hands as he seized his waistband. Serena saw his look of modesty and turned to leave. Matt pulled his pants down to just below his butt, and then peeled down his underwear to join them.

" Down farther, come on now, Matty."

He complied, weeping. Sean sat stock still as I pulled my chair out from the table. I turned to Matt and took his arm. He shrank away and began to pull back, but I tugged him over to my chair where I sat back down. I pulled his arm across my body, then reached for his back and steered him across my lap. He was sobbing in anticipation and fear, and I noticed his penis was hardening slightly.

I made sure he was well balanced, and glanced down at his cute bare white bottom up close for the first time. He was a handsome kid to start with-sandy blonde and curlish hair which was tapered to his shoulders. His bottom matched nicely. Pale, soft, plump, hairless and dimpled. I placed my hand on it and began to rub.

" Stop struggling Matthew."

" Okay Matty. I'm going to start with my hand, and then I'll spank Sean with the belt. You'll get the belt after him. Ready?"

Of course not. Dumb question. But somehow it seems normal to ask.

I brought my hand up and he stiffened, waiting.

" WHAP! WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP!"

The first five of fifty, all on the crown of his butt.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

At about the tenth spank he began to squirm and wriggle. He moaned sharply and then began to sob.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

Now he was getting more and more noisy, his sobs getting louder and interrupted, like hiccups, with each fresh spank. I was moving around on his bottom now, and it was growing quite rosy pink.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

He suddenly let out a long rising wail, like a siren, and continued to cry and squirm but never once reached back to cover his reddening bare backside. I turned my attention to the area just above his thighs, and alternated cheeks:

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

At the fiftieth spank, Matt had stopped squirming and just lay there, crying lustily. He clenched his cheeks together as if trying to squeeze the pain out. I noticed with satisfaction the bright red and warm glow across his entire backside as I helped him stand to his feet. He clutched his butt and bawled as I turned my attention to Sean.

" Okay kiddo. I love you, remember that, but it's your turn. Stand up, pull your pants down and bend over the table."

Sean was crying as he pulled down his jeans and grey-blue briefs. He lay across the table and I picked up the belt lying next to him. I stepped around behind him, measuring aim and distance. He was gripping the edge of the kitchen table tightly and his butt was pulled into a perfect arc target.

I made him spread his legs a bit so he couldn't squirm too much. I decided that 20 swats was enough for the first official belt spanking he or Matt had ever received. I drew my arm back and the buckle jingled beneath my hand, there was a swish, and....

"THWACK!"

Sean's hands flew suddenly behind him to attempt to grip the bright red stripe left on his bottom. At the same time he yelped sharply and then dissolved into a wail.

"Move your hands, Sean. I'm not going to tell you to do it again, capice?"

He dropped his hands away but clenched his bottom together as he awaited my next stroke. I resumed promptly:

"THWACK!" "THWACK!" "THWACK!" "THWACK!" "THWACK!" "THWACK!"

Sean was crying at full volume now, wailing piteously and his bottom was criss-crossed with stripes. Still, he had more to go....

"THWACK!" "THWACK!" "THWACK!" "THWACK!" "THWACK!" "THWACK!"

As each swat landed, he would twist and squirm against the table, his bottom wriggling and bouncing from both the swats and his motions. He kept his hands away, though:

"THWACK!" "THWACK!" "THWACK!" "THWACK!" "THWACK!" "THWACK!" "THWACK!" "THWACK!" "THWACK!" "THWACK!" "THWACK!" "THWACK!"

By the last swat, Sean had seized crying audibly and now just hoarsely sobbed. Bright red welts rose on his behind and when he stood up his first action was to rub them vigorously as he danced across the floor. After about a minute he composed himself and rushed up to his room, holding his pants at half-staff and one hand rubbing his bum still.

I turned my attention to Matty, who still was sobbing from his hand spanks. He moved into position across the table and started to wail before the first swat. Several times I had to pull his hand from his bottom and quickly swat him where it had been-Matty took the belt poorly on top of his rosy hand spanked behind. He dissolved into a semi-scream after about 6 and jumped and writhed and squirmed all the way through. Despite my insistence that he submit he fought me. Finally, I had had enough and I jerked him up and across my outstretched thigh where I managed to land the last 6 lashes unhindered. Finally finished, I released him and he ran to join Sean in the bedroom where I would hear sobs for the next 20 minutes.

About an hour later I went up to the boys room where I found them both face and pants down. I went first to Matt and leaned to kiss him, at which he seemed surprised. I stroked his hair and told him we could now forget what had happened and would go out to Dairy-Queen as soon as the boys were ready. Asking his permission to rub his bottom, I did so, using some lotion, then patted him again and went to my son Sean. He got exactly the same treatment, butt rub and affection, only as I stroked HIS hair, he turned, sat up and kissed me. There were tears in my eyes after that. Both boys would later apologize to us and we put the incident behind us as we went for ice cream.


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