Part I
Like most teens, Ben Thompson's summer passed much more quickly than the high school student would have liked. In some ways, it was a nice summer. Mr. Fredericks had taken a long summer trip, and wouldn't be back until just before school started for the year. Unfortunately, Ben knew that his behavior could have been better—and his dad kept reminding him that once Mr. Fredericks got back, Ben would have a huge debt to pay.
This had become particularly true in early August, when Ben and his dad had ended up in a shouting match, and Ben's dad had told him that Mr. Fredericks had better do a good job when he got home or the deal would be off.
"Do you want me to call the whole deal off?" I don't have to let Mr. Fredericks spank you. I can certainly do it myself."
"No-no, dad, that's OK," Ben backtracked.
"Well, he better spank you hard or I'll spank you myself and call the deal off anyways."
This had Ben worried. He knew his dad was serious. And he had no doubt his dad would call Mr. Fredericks and tell him about how bad Ben's behavior had been while he was gone.
"Please, Dad, he will do good. I promise."
"He'd better. I will check to make sure."
The rest of the month passed with a blur. Ben not only dreaded the start of his sophomore year of high school, he dreaded even more the day Mr. Fredericks got back from vacation. While he liked Mr. Fredericks as a person, his discipline definitely sucked.
The day that Ben had dreaded all of August finally arrived. Mr. Fredericks had told him he would be back on the 29th—and Ben had watched the day approach with increasing dread. As the fateful day approached, every day seemed to go even faster than the one before it. Never before had the end of summer been so nerve wracking.
On the 29th, Ben's dad gave the bad news.
"I just spoke to Mr. Fredericks, and he says you can go over any time." Ben nervously approached Mr. Fredericks' house. His dad hadn't shared the remainder of the conversation with him—but Ben knew it could not be good.
With growing trepidation, Ben rang the doorbell. Mr. Fredericks answered, a friendly smile on his face.
"Hello, Ben. Did you have a good summer?"
As usual, Mr. Fredericks was real friendly. There was a hard glint in the man's eyes, which told Ben that there was going to be business to attend to—but like always, Mr. Fredericks was also friendly, and the upcoming punishment was unspoken but not something Mr. Fredericks was getting mad about.
"Did you have a good summer, Ben?" he asked in a friendly tone.
"OK, I guess," Ben replied. He hated it when Mr. Fredericks was like this.
Yes, the teacher was a nice guy and all, but didn't he realize how embarrassing and uncomfortable it was, particularly since Ben knew that there was no way the spanking could be avoided.
"Can we just get on with it?" he asked. Better to be up front and get it over with. Ben did not feel like he was in a particularly good mood to socialize.
"Well, Ben. I talked with your dad. He says you need something like 140 smacks or so with the slipper."
"WHAT??" Ben couldn't believe this. 140 smacks with the slipper was an impossible number. Was his dad insane or what?
"I'm sorry, Ben. That's what he wants and he was real insistent. He says you had some major behavioral problems and hopes that this spanking will make up for everything you did this summer and we can have a fresh start."
"It's OK, I guess," Ben replied. It really wasn't OK, but what choice did he have? Mr. Fredericks was merely keeping his end of the deal that had been made almost two years before. "But there's no way I can take that many at one time. I wouldn't be able to sit for a week."
"I know, Ben," the teacher said with a kind tone in his voice. "It doesn't have to be all at once."
"Can we can spread it out—say 20 to 25 every day until it is done?" Ben asked. "That's still going to hurt a lot."
"Sure, Ben. I don't think there is a problem spreading it out. But the pain can't be helped. Your dad will want to inspect and make sure that you have been spanked well."
"Yeah, I guess," Ben replied. All of a sudden he just wanted the spanking over with. "Are you ready to give the first 25? I just want to get it over with." Ben's stomach felt like it was full of lead. This was a terrible way to end the summer.
"OK, then, we should get started." Mr. Fredericks showed Ben the slipper that he was going to use on the boy. Ben saw that it had a smooth leather sole and he knew immediately that it would hurt like hell.
Ben awkwardly laid across the teacher's lap, his spanking pants stretched tight and offering little or no protection. Of course, Ben was not wearing underwear. That would be against the rules. The boy's smooth rounded butt poked up through the pants and made a nice target.
Mr. Fredericks picked up the slipper and raised it over his head, then brought it down on Ben's bottom. SMACK!! Again. SMACK!! Ben jumped. SMACK!! He could not believe how much it hurt. SMACK!! SMACK!!
SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
As much as he didn't want to cry, the teen found tears filling his eyes. SMACK!! _s_h_i_t_ this hurt. SMACK!! Why couldn't Mr. Fredericks be a little easier on him? SMACK!! SMACK!! This was brutal. SMACK!!
Each time the slipper landed, there was new pain. SMACK!! It wasn't fair. SMACK!! Ben had agreed to this to avoid his dad's spankings. SMACK!! And these were just as bad. SMACK!! Mr. Fredericks was making sure he did a good job. SMACK!!
SMACK!! Ben knew that underneath his pants his butt was getting redder and redder. SMACK!! It would be obvious to anyone who saw it that Ben had been spanked. SMACK!! Ben could not help but cry as the spanking continued. SMACK!! The boy jumped with each hit. SMACK!!!
Finally, Mr. Fredericks finished. He gently took his hand and rubbed the crying boy's buttocks. Through the thin material, he could also feel the heat the slipper had added to Ben's buttocks. Mr. Fredericks was also speaking gentle words, comforting his former student for having to spank him as hard as he did.
"It's OK, Ben—you did well. I'm sorry it has to be this way, but it will all be over soon."
The man helped Ben stand and pulled on the spanking pants so they weren't so tight. "I'll see you tomorrow, Ben," he called.
"Yeah, OK," Ben said, his face red with tears. But to himself, Ben thought, "You'll only see me if you catch me." 25 was bad enough. Ben would do what he could to put a stop to any more.
When he got home, his dad was waiting. Ben told him that he and Mr. Fredericks had agreed that the spanking would not be given all at once. The boy's dad still wanted to see the teacher's handiwork.
"Let me see, Ben," the man commanded. Meekly, the teen lowered his pants and showed his dad his red and burning buttocks.
"He did good today, son. Let's hope he does just as well next time."
Part II
Ben tried to think of something to get out of his punishment for the next day and nothing came to him. So at the appointed hour, he returned to Mr. Fredericks' house.
"Why, hello Ben. I see you are right on time. Can I get you a Coke or something?"
"No, not really. I just want to get it over with. OK?"
Mr. Fredericks was trying real hard to be nice. He was always friendly. He always acted as if the spankings were nothing personal. Yet Ben couldn't help feel a little resentful. After all, it was his butt that was on the line. Not Mr. Fredericks'.
"OK, Ben. But we don't have to be in a hurry unless you want to be." The man's tone was friendly. He had a job to do but he really did like the boy.
Ben stretched himself over his former teacher's lap so that his rounded spankable butt was at maximum elevation for Mr. Fredericks' slipper to do its job. His thin spanking pants stretched tight, again providing no protection.
Mr. Fredericks looked down at the boy's bottom visible through the stretched pants. He knew that there would be signs of redness from the previous day. He gently rubbed Ben's buttocks with his hand to settle the teen down before the spanking started. He knew that if Ben relaxed, the spanking would actually go easier on him.
The teacher raised the slipper and took careful aim at the rounded butt that made such a tempting target.
SMACK!! The slipper landed, almost catching Ben by surprise. SMACK!! Again. This time Ben jumped—the pain catching up with him. SMACK!! SMACK!! The teen resolved not to cry. SMACK!! SMACK!! Unfortunately, his resolve was not that strong. SMACK!! Tears started to fill his eyes. SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!
A soft sob escaped Ben's mouth. SMACK!! He didn't want to cry. SMACK!! But he couldn't help it. SMACK!!
Underneath the spanking pants, the boy's buttocks had started out pink, but were getting redder. SMACK!! The slipper alternated between each cheek, making Ben cry out louder in pain. SMACK!! Ben hated this. SMACK!! Why was his dad such a jerk to keep having him spanked when he was too old to be spanked? SMACK!! SMACK!!
SMACK!! As the final strokes landed, both teacher and pupil knew that Ben's buttocks were bright red. SMACK!! There would even be slight swelling. SMACK!! Neither of them would have to see the buttocks right now to know that was true. SMACK!! The boy arched his back each time the slipper landed. SMACK!! He couldn't help it. SMACK!! It just hurt too much.
Mr. Fredericks put down the slipper and started gently rubbing Ben's bottom.
"There, there," he said soothingly, rubbing soreness through the pants and out of his former student's red, inflamed buttocks. "It's all over. You can cry now, Ben. You did real well." The rubbing had its desired effect and soon at least some of the pain was gone.
The man's words had a soothing effect. Soon the teen had stopped crying and he collected himself. Finally, Ben stood, slowly pulled onhis pants so that they were not as tight around his burning ass cheeks, and said goodbye to his disciplinarian.
This sucked so much. His discipline still had a long way to go—and his butt was already on fire. The teen didn't know how much more he could take.
When Ben got home, his dad again had the teen lower his pants to inspect the damage caused by Mr. Fredericks' slipper on Ben's butt. Again, the boy's father expressed contentment with the job done. He could see that the teacher knew how to spank.
Part III
For the next two days Ben repeated the process. He went over to his teacher's house and Mr. Fredericks, while being friendly, also administered the spankings to Ben's buttocks, protected only by a thin fabric. After the fourth session, Ben decided that he had enough.
As Ben was getting ready to leave, Mr. Fredericks was friendly as he said goodbye.
"You are doing well, Ben. I will be as happy as you are when this is all over with. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah, right, sure," the teen replied as he left.
Ben decided that he had enough, however. Even though the marks faded fairly quickly, he noticed that his buttocks were progressively more tender. He just wanted the spankings to be over with.
"To hell with Mr. Fredericks; and to hell with Dad," Ben thought. He decided he just wasn't going to go. What could they really do to him? His dad might spank him—but it wouldn't be any worse than the soreness that already was almost a permanent feature with his buttocks.
The next day, when Ben was supposed to be heading to his teacher's house, he wandered down to the convenience store instead and just stayed away from home for the amount of time he figured that his dad would expect him to be gone.
Time passed quickly and Ben sauntered home. His dad was waiting for him.
"Why didn't you go to Mr. Fredericks' house like you were supposed to?" his dad yelled. "He called to check on you and I had to look like an idiot and tell him I thought you were at his house."
"But Dad," Ben started, "This just isn't fair. His spankings are too hard."
"I don't care. We made a deal—and you will be going over there tomorrow to completely finish the spanking you are owed—and to receive a penalty for missing today. Do I make myself clear?"
"It's not fair...." Ben started again.
Again his father stopped him. "If you want something fair, you would get a spanking from me right now for trying to deceive me—and then you would be marched to Mr. Frederick's house for another spanking. So if you are smart, you'll shut your mouth and report tomorrow like I told him you would. Am I perfectly clear?"
"Yes, sir," Ben said. He knew that there was no arguing or fighting. His dad was too angry for that. Miserably, the teen knew that he would have to go to Mr. Fredericks the next day. He simply had no choice.
The next day, Ben slowly and anxiously made his way to the teacher's house.
"Hello, Ben," Mr. Fredericks said kindly as the boy came into his house. "Can I get you a drink or something?"
Ben requested a glass of water, which the teacher graciously supplied. Ben was nervous and had mostly asked for the water to stall for a few extra minutes. What exactly was Mr. Fredericks going to do? The boy's former teacher looked at the teen for some time before finally speaking.
"You know Ben—before yesterday you owed me a total of 40 smacks—and I thought that I would be able to give you that in two rounds of 20. But you betrayed my trust and confidence by not coming over yesterday. I am very disappointed."
"So what are you going to do?" Ben asked.
"Well, I am going to have to give you all 40 that I still owe your bottom—as well as 20 more for you not showing up at all. So instead of 20 or 25 with the slipper, you are going to get a total of 60 today."
"Please, that's too many." Ben felt ashamed of himself for actually begging. Besides, being very embarrassing, he knew Mr. Fredericks well enough to know that the begging would not work.
"I'm sorry, Ben, but it has to be that way." Mr. Fredericks said it in a not unkind way—but he was also firm in his decision and Ben knew there was no way out of it.
His body trembling, Ben put himself over his disciplinarian's knee.
Mr. Fredericks looked down at the thin pants covering Ben's bottom. Because of the previous spankings, he suspected that underneath them there was a slight reddish color to the buttocks—and when he gently put his hand on Ben's bottom, there was a brief involuntary jerk. Ben was very sore and that confirmed the teacher's suspicions. But the man knew he had business to attend to. He picked up the slipper.
"I'm sorry, Ben," he murmured before striking the teen's buttocks with the slipper for the first time. WHAK!! Again. WHACK!! Ben flinched. WHACK!! He couldn't help it. WHACK!! He was in a lot of pain. WHACK!!
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
Slowly and methodically, Mr. Fredericks spanked Ben's buttocks. WHACK!! He alternated. WHACK!! That way, each side got the same number of smacks. WHACK!! It distributing the pain to both sides. WHACK!! That actually made it better for Ben, even if Ben didn't appreciate it. WHACK!!
Tears filled Ben's eyes. WHACK!! Weak grunting sounds escaped from his mouth as he tried to stifle sobs. WHACK!! He could tell that Mr. Fredericks was doing quite a number. WHACK!! Ben's buttocks were hurting in a way that they seldom hurt. WHACK!! Each blow was a little more pain.
WHACK!! Mr. Fredericks was being quite methodical. WHACK!! He hit with a hard, steady rhythm. WHACK!! Back and forth. WHACK!! Each blow caused Ben to jump a little. WHACK!!
The spanking was unrelenting. WHACK!! Ben was openly sobbing. WHACK!! He didn't give a _d_a_m_n_ about trying to look brave or tough. WHACK!! His butt hurt like hell. WHACK!! There was no escape. WHACK!!
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
Ben bounced with each blow. WHACK!! He tried to move but the teacher's hand on his back held him firmly in place. WHACK!! His legs kicked backward in rhythm with the paddle. WHACK!! Nothing helped. WHACK!! Ben's pain made him oblivious to everything else around him. WHACK!!
Mr. Fredericks watched the boy jump with grim satisfaction. He knew that Ben's buttocks were turning scarlet. WHACK!! He liked Ben. WHACK!! Part of him even felt a little sorry for him as the pain was being inflicted. WHACK!! But he had brought this on himself. WHACK!! He had no one to blame but himself. WHACK!!
Underneath the thin gray spanking pants, the boy's butt was turning a darker and darker purple. WHACK!! Ben was blubbering and crying. WHACK!! Mr. Fredericks was showing no mercy. WHACK!! Each slipper slap was just as hard as the one before. WHACK!! The teacher realized that Ben was going to have a real hard time sitting for the next few days. WHACK!! And the teacher knew that school started the next day. WHACK!! He had a feeling Ben might be missing it.
WHACK!! "You've done well Ben." WHACK!! "I hope I don't have to do this again soon." WHACK!! "I hope that today reminds you to behave for some time to come." WHACK!! "This is for your own good." WHACK!!
Ben really did not hear what was being said. WHACK!! His butt felt like a hundred bees had each stung it. WHACK!! He sobbed loudly. WHACK!! He didn't care about his dignity. WHACK!! All he wanted was for the cursed spanking to stop.
Finally it did. Ben hardly noticed when Mr. Fredericks put the slipper down and gently caressed Ben's swollen and sore buttocks. Although he continued to cry, the soothing effect of Mr. Fredericks' rubbing helped soothe him.
The butt was clearly hurt. Ben was going to have a hard time sitting for a week. The man continued to rub. There was no escaping that Ben had taken quite a spanking. After 10 to 15 minutes of rubbing, Mr. Fredericks stopped.
He helped Ben get himself put together and out the door. Ben was still crying as he left. Mr. Fredericks did not blame him. If he was in his shoes, he'd be stiff and sore and crying like Ben was, too.
When Ben reached his own home, his father took one look at the puffy red eyes and bright red face and had no doubt that Ben had been spanked thoroughly and severely. He gave a perfunctory look at his son's bottom and then sent Ben off to bed.
The next day, Ben was too stiff for school—and he begged his dad to let him stay home. His butt still felt like it was on fire. Sitting would be impossible. For once his father was compassionate, and Ben was allowed to stay home and recover. The boy spent most of the day sleeping, trying to drive the pain from his consciousness.
Ben was able to go to school the next day. However, when his father game his note for the next day, Ben was mortified. His father had simply written. "Please excuse Ben from school yesterday. He was recovering from a spanking."
"Please dad," Ben begged. "Write something different."
"I'm sorry, Ben, that's why you were absent—and I am not going to get into the habit of lying on your absence excuses."
Unhappily, Ben took the note and went to school. Unfortunately, his homeroom teacher cruelly thought the sophomore's note was funny and read it to the class. General laughter and catcalls filled the room. People turned and looked at him like he was a freak. At that moment Ben made a terrible realization: As much as the spanking hurt—what was even worse was having your friends and teachers know that you got spanked.
Ben was sure this piece of information would spread through the school like wildfire. He was right. His school year started with Ben in the unfortunate position of being labeled a boy who still needed to be spanked at age 15. It just wasn't fair.