BAMM! The door closed with a slam as Austin entered the house, dripping with sweat after a long game of basketball. His nylon shirts clung to his legs, and his shirt was damp with sweat. Luckily, his enw shoes, which had cost over $150, were still intact as he had cleaned them five times during the game.
"Austin, come in here immediately, I want to talk to you." His father, Steve, was speaking from the den and did not sound happy. Austin walked into the door, dripping sweat in the hall and onto the carpet.
"Never mind, go up and take a shower first. I want you sitting down in here in twenty-five minutes. Move!" Austin went up stairs. He took a cold shower, and soon was clean. He took a few minutes to comb his hair, and get dressed. He again chose a pair of nylon shorts and a t-shirt. He dried completely off, and dressed. He figured he'd put his shoes on, and bounded down the stairs to the den.
"You're late."
"I took a shower, like you told me to." Austin wondered what was wrong, and why his father was so irritable.
"Austin, I know what I told you to do. Sit down. Now, what happened at school today?"
"Noting, Dad." Oh no. Maybe he knew. It had been such a stupid thing, mouthing off to the Coach. He was a swimme, and today he didn't feel like practicing. He told the coach his muscles were sore and one thing led to another. The coach sent him to the office.
"Nothing, your soon to be sore ass! You mouthed off to the coach, and landed yourself in the office. I will not tolerate this! And, with the game of basketball you just played, your muscles are not that sore!"
"But Dad, I..."
"Don't do that. I would advise you shut up and quit while you are ahead. Now, for starters, you will apologize to your coach and inform him of your punishment. Now, I will do do what your coach would have done if it were not against the law. No, don't argue, just shut up. I am going to spank you."
Austin was terrified. He was thirteen, a buff teenager. Surely, his dad couldn't spank him like a little kid.
"But Dad, I'm thirtee...."
"I don't care if you're twenty! As long as you live in my house, you live by my rules and punishments. Now, let's see. First off, for the actual offense itself, you will receive two spankings. One over my knee like a little child for acting like one. You will recieve 100 swats on your underwear. Next, since you are a man, you will recieve a man's punishment of 200 licks with the razor strop on your bare bottom. Next, for lying. Another 300 swats over underwear over my knee, and 400 with the razor strop. You will receive one spanking every night. First off, 100 swats over underwear. We will get that out of the way right now. Get up to your room. You have one minute to be standing in the corner with your shorts on the ground and your hands on your head. Move!"
Austin, not wanting any additional punishment, ran up the stairs and into his room. Luckily it was clean and he got to the corner quickly. He pulled down his shorts and put his hands on his head just as his father walked in.
"You are thirty seconds too late. That means another thirty swats. Now, do you know what you are being punished for?"
"Yes, sir. I am being punished for mouthing off to the swimming coach like a little child."
"Good. Now, come over here." Austin waddled across the room with his shorts still around his ankles.
"Now, over my lap. Keep count of each spank. If you lose count, we will begin again. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
SLAP! "One, sir." SLAP! "Two, sir." SLAP! "Four, sir." SLAP! "Five, sir."
To be continued............................