A month or so later, I was surprised when my secretary walked into my office on that Tuesday afternoon and a sheepishly looking Tom was right behind her! Something was up. His eyes looked a little red and he walked with his shoulders slumped. None of the boys ever came by the office this early in the afternoon!
"Can you talk with Tom now?" She inquired, looking behind her at the boy. As always her manner was profoundly professional as was her tone. She didn't approve of personal anythings, not even a phone call or two at the office, but she was perfect in getting the job done.
"Sure, hold all calls and don't let anyone in," I instructed, looking at Tom, "Sit down, Tom. What's the matter? You don't look so good."
We were alone now.
Looking down where his hands were folded, he answered, "Ah, Sir. . . remember how you always tell me to tell you when something happens." He began.
"Yea," I nodded.
"Well, I. . . I got something I gotta' tell you." He continued, looking down at his lap.
"OK, Shoot!"
He seemed hesitate to speak and still wasn't looking at me. Then all at once.
"Ah, well, Sir. . . I had a little problem at school and I got paddled." Out it came!
I smiled to myself at the thought of Tom getting his ass paddled at school. I knew what that meant. When I had enrolled Larry first, then Tom, in the local high school, I'd signed a "parental permission form" giving the Principal the right to apply corporal punishment on either boy as the Principal saw fit!
There had been a lengthy discussion between the Principal, the School Board, and the PTA on the Principal's request to re-instate corporal punishment at the High School. The Principal, Mr. Kolowski, was a kind older gentleman who had run the school for years and was well respected by everyone, but he was asking to bring back the paddle. The local paper had picked up on it and had given it a lot of coverage. The Principal argued the fear of the humiliation of such punishment alone would add more responsibility to the student body, but for those who persisted in "unacceptable behavior," the oak paddle he proposed applying to the erring student's behind would certainly do the trick. The paper even published a picture of the paddle, much to the embarrassment of the high school boys found wandering around town the day it ran on page one, but in this small town way out here, the idea of using a paddle on a teenager was not controversial. The fact that many families still dealt out liberal doses of punishment with the strap or paddle at home was often credited from sparing us the kinds of problems other communities faced these days. It wasn't just in my house that boys were spanked, strapped, or paddled to make needed corrections in their behavior or improve their grades. Periodically even the clergy reminded parents not to "spare the rod and spoil the son." And when an older man was occasionally overheard in the grocery store uttering "just wait 'til I get you home" to an embarrassed and red-faced young man, those in the store would smile tacit approval knowing what the lad was soon in store for. The question was only whether our school teachers should be given the go-ahead to reinstating it at the high school level or limit themselves to just a call to the parent?
Letters to the Editor were solidly in favor of the resolution. Major opposition came only from the Student Council, who's President, Eric, a _d_a_m_n_ed good looking lad who needed taken down a peg or two, passed resolutions and held a demonstration. The paper had printed his photo and his sarcastic speeches against the idea. Then for some reason the student council suddenly withdrew it's resolution!
Word, completely unconfirmed as far as I knew, had it that Eric's father had been so incensed at the photo of his son leading that demonstration that appeared in the paper the next day that he came to the school during his lunch hour and hauled the lad home for what some say was the whaling of young Eric's life in the family's basement. According to Tom and Larry, some students claimed to have sneaked over and looked in the basement window to glimpse the Student Council's President's bare bottom sunny side up over his father's lap as his father paddled it with a ping pong paddle. They said you could have heard Eric's cries and tears all the way down the street.
Later, after the father returned the more stiffly walking red-eyed boy back to class, the opposition quickly faded and was over!
Men know how to settle such things. Forget about theory.
But back to the Principal's proposal.
The clergy supported it, especially the most prominent member who was himself said to have paddled the bottom of a boy brought in "for counseling" now and then, with the parents' permission of course, when his charge needed it. He knew what kids growing up needed and didn't hesitate to tell anybody about it either. Some parents, especially divorced mothers, often brought their boys to him for "counseling" because of it and he never let them down. The Rev. had three boys of his own, all model youth and good looking athletes as well. And that Rev. frequently exhorted parents privately to stick to a regular night each week to review their son's conduct and to take them to task for anything less than model behavior.
And this was one Rev. who practiced what he preached. Friday night at nine was the appointed time when his own boys entered his study in the Church house for their own weekly reviews and correction and everyone in town knew it. His boys kept there appointments with their Father with real respect on their faces and fear in their hearts, for it was not unusual indeed on most Fridays by ten if the sounds of one or more of his son's tears and the clear sounds of his large right hand spanking a son bottom wasn't heard coming from the house.
He'd occasionally tell one or the other of the other parents in the community that believed firmly that a boy's clothing should be stripped off him completely and the boy be spanked soundly over the lap until his tears and promises showed clearly he had learned his lesson. He counseled parent's exactly how to do it, and for sure he did it precisely that way to his own sons. It worked! They were model boys!
Still, the School Board had taken it's time and discussed it openly, allowing time for a few local "do-gooders" to spiel forth liberal platitudes, but then had passed the resolution unanimously. A form was drawn up that parents could sign. And, many parents did! It gave the Principal the right "to administer corporal punishment" to the student in question "by hand spanking, a paddle, a strap or any or all of the above should the Principal deem it necessary for correctional or educational reasons."
I signed permission, of course, for spanking or paddling either boy without telephoning me first, but ruled out the strap. After the first couple of students were paddled, both boys testing the rule were those who's pictures appeared in the paper, the kids understood the Principal meant business and problems among the students practically disappeared over night.
The student council's withdrawn of the motion of protest under Eric's leadership was an act for which I had congratulated Eric's father one night during a swim meet as Eric stood beside Larry at the side of the pool, both in Speedos, about to begin a relay race. While his father beamed, I watched Eric's tall lanky, blond body on display, hoping some day I'd at least see it and those buns spanked red. Dream on!
We started talking about the race and both boy's contribution to the team's victory. It turned out Eric's dad was a divorced, single parent and rather alone in this small town. He enjoyed fishing in his free moments and thus we developed an immediate affinity, joking and sharing secret spots. Eric's dad said he'd like to come over sometime since both boys were on the same team and hinted maybe we could each watch over the other's boys when business keep us out of town periodically. He had a girl friend in the city and wanted to spend more time with her.
Heck, no problem! I welcomed the suggestion and smiled to myself. After the swim meet (which we won!) when Larry and Eric came out of the locker room together, our two families went for cokes to celebrate their win, a win to which Eric and Larry had contributed solidly. In that setting, Eric's dad told Eric that we'd agreed to look after each other's boys when one of us was out of town and ask me if Eric could come over in three weekends when he went to New York City?
Larry and Eric seemed pleased with the idea. The mood was festive in the restaurant. Festive, that is until Eric's father started talking a bit personally.
I can still recall his words clearly, "You know," he had said as we sat there around the table, "I'm proud of Eric's accomplishments on the team and in school. I didn't have a chance to finished high school, had to work. Eric's done things I never could. Still, if I'm being honest, I have to admit I've neglected him and slacked off on my responsibilities to bring him up right. Just so many hours in the day, I guess. But, ever since the Principal brought up that discussion of discipline awhile back, then I started thinking. And, well, that day I saw Eric's picture in the paper and I finally got mad enough to take him home" he put his arm around Eric's shoulder as Eric began to shutter and turn red, "and walloped his ass a good one until he saw the error in his ways of thinking. Yep, that day I realized what he was missing!"
I smiled.
"And, ever since then, since I've used some good old-fashioned discipline to guide him through his Senior Year, I've been amazed at how much better he's doing!"
Eric's handsome face turned beet red. He was embarrassed and agitated .
I laughed and put my own arm around Larry's shoulder, pulling him towards me as I spoke.
"Hell, Eric, don't be embarrassed. I still spank Larry too, right, Larry?"
"Ah, yes Sir," Larry replied proudly.
"And his grades went to straight A's real fast, almost immediately, in fact, as soon as I first started pulling his pants down and giving him a good one. It's motivation! You got it! Pure and simple motivation!"
Now Larry was embarrassed, though only because his friend and his friend's father were there. He was used to me.
"Really?" Eric replied smiling.
"Ah, yea," Larry responded meekly. He wasn't sure how to react in front of Eric.
"You bet he does!" I added. "Larry gets it whenever he needs it. In fact, he got spanked just last night, didn't you Larry?"
"Ah, Yes, Sir." Larry responded.
Eric cuffed Larry's shoulder and laughed.
"Good for you both you know." Eric's old man had chimed in, "Actually I owe old Kolowski a debt of gratitude. I'd forgotten how important it is for guys your age to know exactly where the limits are and the consequences when you cross those limits."
"Yes, Sir," Eric added.
"Hell, when I was your age there was no question what my old man would have done if my grades dipped. But, with Eric here, well I guess I was just too busy to pay much attention and grounding him was easier for me. Hell, I probably hadn't spanked Eric since he was maybe ten or so, wasn't it, about then, huh, Eric?"
"Yes, Sir. Ah, I guess that was about right, Sir." Eric replied. He sat straight in his chair, his beautiful blond hair over his sharp face which was becoming redder by the minute as his father talked on about a subject obviously very embarrassing to both boys.
"Yea, that's right. The time you used the 'F' word?" he was laughing now, "and I dragged you upstairs and whipped you with the belt. Remember that, Eric? Remember how horrified you were when I lower your jeans and laid you out across that bed? That was a good one that time, it was. Remember how you cried and cried?"
"Ah, yes, Sir."
"I sure do too, but then after that I kind'a got too busy I guess. Then, well, Kolowski's discussions with the Board got me to thinking. And the Rev.'s been preaching discipline for years; but, well, it took that photo of Eric leading that demonstration to make me angry enough to realize what he was asking for. Yea, all this Student Council President stuff had kind of gone to Eric's head. No more. Eric here needs to be brought back down to earth now and then and there ain't no better way to do that than to make him take down his fancy jeans, shorts too, and whip his ass good for him. Does him good. Let's him cry it all out. Problem is I'm too busy and out of town too much, but I'm trying to remember to spank him good when I can, still on his bare ass too. Hell, don't do guys like you two any good if it ain't on your bare ass, now does it?
"No Sir, " both boys replied, uneasily, very uncomfortable with this conversation.
"That's right! You got to feel it, before it does any good. Now, like Larry's grades are impressive. Eric could do better, but I'm on the road too much to monitor him much, you know, give him the attention he really needs," he laughed, Eric shifted in his seat, "but, hell, maybe you and I could help each other out?"
He was speaking to me, "When I'm on the road maybe you all could sort of be Eric's adopted family. But, if you see him asking for it, don't ever hesitate to haul Eric over your lap and give it to him! I'd appreciate it. You got, what, four boys and all are doing well? You must know how to handle boys."
"Only three," I replied.
Although I was talking to the Father, I was looking directly at Eric already visualizing what it would be like to reach up and pull down those smart, skimpy white Speedos I'd seen on this young lad's bottom at the pool earlier tonight. As he dropped his eyes down avoiding my stare, I imagined reaching up and pulling them all the way down to a small clump around his ankles, leaving him standing there tall, proud, naked in his jock, exposing his pair of nice tight cheeks bare right there at eye level in front of me while I sat on a straight backed chair, waiting. I'd just wait, admiring him, while he got out his few poor sputtering excuses and objections. Wait, that is, until I decided to silence his outpouring of irrelevant words and take him by his arm, to spank his nice little bare bottom soundly. I was sure he's stop talking temporarily as soon as I grabbed his arm and reached around to pat his bottom lightly with my own right palm. His natural _c_o_c_k_iness and surprise would be obvious in the privacy of the room, just the two of us, his spanking about to begin.
His embarrassment in being stripped that far, handled, his ass patted by my hands would quickly turn to a realization he was going to get spanked over my knee, despite his age, whether he felt he deserved one or should get one from me or not, and neither his pleas, promises, nor protestations were succeeding.
Tall, lanky, Eric would be caught one day. Trapped in the room with a man to whom he couldn't resist lest his father be told and it be much worse later. What could he do there with my hand on his nice bare bottom. Maybe I'd leave the jock up or pull it up tightly? I envisioned him, as I let him stand there worrying, clenching his buns tightly, like all boys do at least this first time until they're taught that is, and that's how he's stand that is until I pulled him across my lap and rested my right palm over his bare bottom while I spoke softly to this now silent lad, enjoying his now naked buns like that across my lap. Then it was his time.
I could see myself as I began to warm his bare bottom up for him, slowly at first, real hot and red like while he squirmed and protested hopelessly! He'd object that his Father never did it this hard or like this, but that objection would only get him a stern-like reminder of why he was getting a spanking and result in a stiffer and longer bare bottom spanking right now. Once his tears began to flow and I had broken him, I'd begin to lay the conditions that would ultimately bring him his next trip to my own private woodshed. . ..
". . . But," a voice jarred me back to the conversation, "yes, handling them's no problem."
The father was still looking at me, as was Eric now, "I mean, don't you think he knows what it feels like to be spanked over my lap, or worse, come let me show you our woodshed when you in town, and it happens, sure, it happens, in our house."
They seemed to want me to say something, but I had been out of the conversation too long to just jump in and thus he continued.
"That's the way it should be! And, I'd like to see that shed, maybe borrow it some time? I'm beginning to re-do standards for Eric these days, but it's hard when you're out of town so often. Help me when you see something and I'll appreciate the favor and maybe return it sometime."
The Father certainly seemed serious and I certainly had no hesitancy about his spanking either Larry or Tom or even Aaron anytime. Eric was the one I'd like to get my hands on! He had that natural look, tall blond look that was meant to be attractive. . . and aching to be tamed. I looked back at Eric and he quickly looked down. I was sure he knew it now was just a matter of time. His father cuffed his shoulder and tried to lighten things up.
I smiled! I wouldn't hesitate after these comments! All of a sudden, a weekend sometime in the future with Eric over held some real interest and promise! The conversation wound itself back around other comments, but neither boy forgot that night, I was sure.
But while I daydreamed and remembered back to that night, Tom just sat there in front of my desk. His head down. He was shaking. He knew full well that his problem in school could very well bring him a spanking or worse right here in my office or later at home. Each of the boys were sensitive about outsiders knowing I still spanked them. But for Tom, the youngest, the slightest thought that I could spank him here in my office and right now, was especially horrifying. He knew that if I did, it would be on his bare ass and with my secretary sitting right outside my office door, she could hear, even walk in and see him over my knees, his ass exposed. . . and red, himself crying his little sixteen year old heart out!
I wondered to myself if Tom wasn't sorry he hadn't returned back to Harry's place two weeks ago when I suggested it?
But, after all of the discussion was over with Tom, I mean really, it wasn't all that much! Tom's luck had run out and he'd been paddled, that's all! There had to have been a good reason for it, but no matter.
"OK, Tom, so tell me why were you paddled? And you better tell me all of it, exactly what happened, and tell me right the first time! Hold something back from me and if I find out, you won't sit down for a week, my boy. You understand?"
For the first time since entering my office, he looked up at me. "Yes, I understand, but it wasn't my fault! You remember the report you worked with me on over the weekend?"
"Yea."
"Well, this afternoon the teacher called me and Tim Willness up to the front of the room and accused us of copying each other's work. But, you know, I hadn't copied anything. All I had done was let Timmy see my report and I told him about the things you had told me, you know, organizing and all that. Tim denied copying, too, so the teacher sent us to the Principal's office to let Mr. Kolowski settle it She said she was going to recommend he paddle us, and she told the whole class so too, just came right out and said it!"
"And?"
"When Timmy and I got to his office, he was late for a Board meeting and didn't want to hear about it. He just said the reports were too similar to be coincidental and he didn't let me explain anything. He just said he didn't know who copied from whom and didn't care, we were both going to be paddled! But he said he didn't have time! So he called Ms. Ingram to come down and paddle us. A woman! That was bad enough, but then Timmy and I had to wait in his secretary's office until she came. It was horrible, 'cause Sally Jones was there in the office helping her staple some pamphlets. He told her right in front of Sally that we were both to wait there until Ms. Ingram had time to come down to paddle us, so Sally knew too. It was awful, she kept looking over and smirking at the two of us sitting there, just waiting and all, until Ms. Ingram came and ushered us both back into the Principal's office. Then, well, she did it. . ."
"Keep going, my boy."
"Like. . .she talked to us and then told me to drop my pants and bend over the desk and she paddled me hard, real hard. Timmy gets it tomorrow because she couldn't reach his father, but you said you didn't need called first, so I just got it with the paddle."
If it was the paddle the paper had reported on it during the discussion, and I'm sure it had done the job right. After all, Tom's eyes were still blood shot!
"Are you mad at me, Sir?"
Tom looked at me with read concern in his eyes.
"Are you gonna' take me out to the Shed when we get home tonight, Sir?"
I smiled at the thought. "I'll decide that later. Now just tell me what happened," I smiled at Tom and he looked down again quickly, "in detail, my boy, in detail then I'll decide what you're in for when I get you home tonight!"
"Yes, Sir." He paused looking up at me with a questioning look in his eyes. "Well, like when we got to his office, Sally and his secretary were both working there."
"We have a 3:30 appointment," I told them and the secretary buzzed Mr. Kolowski and told us to go in. He was sitting there, reading the note the teacher had sent down to him.
"Oh, yes, cheating on a report? Copying, is it? Well, that's certainly serious, isn't it?"
"He looked up and smiled, but he had a look on his face that said, don't say a word, and we didn't."
"After several moment, though it seemed like a very long time, rang his secretary and looked up at us both, sitting there in front of him, but she didn't pick up so he looked directly at me and said."
"Would you please go outside for a minute and ask my secretary or Sally, for that matter, to give you the paddle from the supply closet and bring it to me?"
"I mean, Cal, my heart sunk , but I got up and went out side as he said. Sally and his secretary both walked into the outer room with piles of papers in their hands as I closed the door to his office behind me. So, I tried not to look at Sally, but just asked his secretary for the paddle like it was nothing at all, no big deal."
"What's the matter?" she said when I asked her for it. 'You going to get a good spanking, are you now?" she smiled at me, then turned to Sally, "Sally, go get the paddle out of the closer for Tommy, would you please. Looks like Tommy here's gonna get paddled." They both laughed, but when Sally brought it back to me it was even worse. Euch!!
"Here you go, Tom," she said, "I hope your jeans are nice and heavy, but of course, maybe Mr. Kolowski will make you take them down so he can really give it to you on your cute tussah."
"I know I turned scarlet. I hadn't imagined such a thing as that could happen to me and I didn't like the way they were both talking to me and laughing at me, knowing what was going to happen to me an all. It was horrible."
"When I went back into his office, Timmy was sitting in front of his desk looking as white as a sheet and Mr. Kolowski was talking on the phone. He motioned for me to sit down. He was talking to the phone. 'It's Henry here. Say I wonder if you would do me a favor. I have two students here who need paddled soundly, but I've got a Board meeting in fifteen minutes and don't have time to do it and I'm wondering if you'd could come down and paddle them for me? . . . Yea, I'll leave then my secretary to wait. Take your time.' Yes, it got worse but I just wanted to get it over with and get out of there!"
"He hung up the phone and looked at Timmy and me sitting there. 'I don't have time to handle this, boys,' he said, 'but someone will come by and administer your punishment in a few minutes. I trust it's clear that copying in unacceptable.' He pushed the button on his intercom and his secretary came in."
"Looking at her, he started talking to her as if we weren't still there, 'Keep the boys here until someone arrives to paddle them both.' But the secretary told him Timmy's father had required a phone call prior to his being paddled and the father couldn't be reached. Tim was told to report back at 9:00 a. m. tomorrow morning, but I WAS TOLD TO WAIT! And he walked out leaving us with his secretary who told me to follow her into her office where she made us sit on a wooden bench beside where she and Sally were working. Sally couldn't resist looking, smirking."
"'He's really going to get paddled?' Sally asked the older woman.
"' Yes, Of course,' the older woman replied. 'Do you know him?"
"'Yea, the cute one, Tommy there, he's in my history class and I've gone out with him a couple of times. He's nice, his work's always so good and he always gets A's, I mean like it's hard to imagine he copied,' she smiled, 'even harder to imagine him getting paddled. I mean, just look at him, he's every girl in the Junior Class' dream date. Is he really going to be paddled?"
"The older woman just laughed. I know I turned scarlet as they both looked at me. 'Of course, my dear,' the older woman continued speaking while looking directly at me now, 'that's why he's waiting here, a nice paddling is probably something he's been needing for a long time now.'"
"I thought to myself, if she only knew you, Cal, she wouldn't think that way?"
We both laughed and he continued.
"'Maybe you'll get to watch?' they both giggled and laughed at me while I just was sitting there waiting. Sally looked directly at me and smiled, 'Yea, I'd like that . . . yea, know, see his tussah paddled and all. He's got a nice one, you know." It was horribly like just sitting there waiting for it to happen with the way the two of them were looking at me and talking about me, but there wasn't anything I could do. Then, jeez, Ms. Ingram, the new teacher, came in about a half hour later!"
"Ingram's new and young. It was embarrassing when I had to stand up and follow her back into the Principal's office. She lectured me about copying (which I hadn't done! Not at all!!!) and made it clear that I was responsible. Sally kept finding excuses to come into the Principal's office while she was talking to me, which made it even worse. Then she said,"
"Well, I'd like to give you a break and let you off with a warning . . .,"
"I got really excited that maybe she wouldn't do it to me!"
". . . But I think we both know that wouldn't be in your best interests, young man. Some lessons are best learned at the end of the paddle!"
"I couldn't believe she was actually going to give it to me!"
"Well, let's get this over with."
"It was my death sentence."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"'Stand up and drop your pants to the floor, young man!' she said softly, almost sweetly."
"What?!? My pants! Can't you just paddle me on my jeans? I just blurted out. I couldn't believe she'd make me do that! I bent over so she could. I hoped she would without making me take down my pants!"
"But she just became very angry."
"I told you to drop your pants to the floor. Of course you're going to get paddled on your bare ass. That's what a boy like you needs, now isn't it? Who do you think you're fooling? You just sit there all _c_o_c_k_y like, big teenage stud, lady's man, aren't you? Now, drop them and turn around and bend over this desk. I want to see your _c_o_c_k_y ass right up in the air for me to paddle. . ."
"I mean she really smiled viciously."
"Or would you prefer that I come over there and unbuckle them and take them down for you myself?"
"NO, no ma'am, Please, no! I can do it, it's just. . ."
"I SAID NOW, YOUNG MAN!"
" She was coming toward me, her arms reaching out like she was about to take down my pants herself! But I didn't want her to do it to me! It wasn't right she do it!"
"I felt like I was going to die but I stood up immediately before she got to me and unbuckled my own belt, pulling down the fly, and stood there as I felt my jeans slip down my legs to my ankles. My face, I know was beet red as she stood right in front of me looking down at the front of my briefs. I bent over the desk and grabbed the far edge for support, while she grabbed my shirt tail and raised it way up over my back, my T-shirt too, but the worse part was she pulled my briefs up as high as she could, then gathered them up in her hands and pulled them into. . . well, you know, ah, into my crack so I was bare assed for all practical purposes."
"Quit squirming. You're acting just like my boyfriend does when I need to paddle him," she said.
"You are all little boys at heart."
"She kept running her hands over my ass and thighs!
"Too bad we're in school. You've got a nice little tight butt here, Tommy. I'm anxious to see all of it sometime real soon, but the next time, I'm taking you to my place where I will pull these briefs all the way down and take you over my lap so I can see it properly. I'm going to enjoy paddling you the right way, I will!"
"Cal, it was horrible!" he said. "She talked like it's an accepted fact she's really going to do it to me sometime."
"You know, Tommy, a teacher can always find some reason to paddle a school boy like you."
"She said it just like that. And, she kept on stoking my ass, letting her fingers creep between my thighs and all."
"Hum, boy. You do have a good tight ass on you, don't you. Maybe I'll just pull these down anyway? To hell with the rules. You're just asking for me to do it, now aren't you?"
"No, Ma'am. Please, Ma'am, I'm not asking you to pull them down. Please, pleeeeese don't. I'll do anything you say, but please, Ma'am, not that!"
"I was starting to cry."
"Shy, are you? Why? You've got nothing to be ashamed of. Your little butt is very attractive and I'm sure your _c_o_c_k_ here is good and strong as well. But, well maybe this time I let you keep your briefs on, but the next time, the next time definitely they come all the way down. You understand me, Tommy?"
"Yes, Ma'am!"
"OK. Now it's time to paddle you! Keep your legs together and knees locked," she instructed. "Any excessive squirming or attempts to shield your bottom will be penalized with additional swats and your briefs will come down. Do you understand this, Tom?"
"Yes, Ma'am"
"Good, then I'll begin."
I heard her swing and I clenched my ass just in time before she landed me a real hard one. Real hard! I yelled, but I held on to that desk as tightly as possibly so she didn't have any excuses to give me more or take my jockey's down. She started paddling my ass, and Gee, it really stung at first. She paddled me hard and very fast! The sounds of her paddle cracking over my ass were loud and it really hurt me. She was really getting into it. She could really hit me. I just gritted my teeth and tried to not yell out. After about twenty five or so, she slowed. Her paddle was burning my ass like hell."
"Sally,," she yelled, "bring me a glass or water."
"Please," I begged her, "don't let Sally see me like this!"
"Too bad, Tommy -- Sally's seen a bad boy punished before. If you aren't prepared to accept the consequences, you shouldn't break the rules."
"She was patting my ass now, softly, almost gently. It was on fire like, then she started paddling me again and finally I couldn't help it anymore. The tears just began to come and flow down my face. Just then, Sally came in and handed her a glass of water. Sally came up to me and looked at me. When our eyes met, I was so humiliated. Then she started paddling me again and I just came in and cried and screamed when she hurt me. Sally stood there watching me get it.
"Tommy's learning a good lesson, isn't he?" She said.
"Yes, yes, ma'am!"
"I cried through my tears. She had finally stopped."
"What do you think, Sally," she said. "Think he's had enough?"
"I looked up at Sally through my tears and she was almost laughing at me!"
"I don't know," she said, smiling. "He's pretty stuck up sometimes and on a date, he can sometimes be a bit rude. He's been asking for this for a long time, I think."
"So, the next time, you give it to him." She said.
"Sally smiled, 'Maybe I just will'."
Then I heard some noises and noticed she's pulled a chair out from the table.
"She yanked me up and pulled me over to the chair and over her lap."
"You really do have a cute bottom," she said. "I'm going to enjoy spanking it like this."
"Her right hand was resting on my ass, feeling it all over, like stroking me and all."
"What do you think, Sally?" She asked
"Sally answered very softly, 'Yea, spank the little boy for not being so nice to me'."
I looked up at her and wondered what she meant by that, but she was just standing there quietly, almost in a trance like, just watching me hand over Ms. Ingram's lap. Somehow I sensed I was really in for it now!"
"With pleasure!" Ms. Ingram replied. "Watch how I do it and the next time he's not nice to you, you can give him what he needs."
"The Next Time, I thought, never gonna' be any next time!"
"She raised her hand and brought it down on my ass. It stung. Then she began to spank me, using her hand. Sally watched as she spanked me hard. Her hand hurt. Her hand was slapping me everywhere and I couldn't help myself from wiggling the way she was spanking me to almost a slow count and I could tell when the next slap would land, but I couldn't guess where! I threw my head down and grabbed on to the legs of the chair as firmly as possible. I remembered what she had said earlier and didn't want he to take any excuse to pull my jockey's down. This was bad enough! I struggled as little as possible, but soon I couldn't help myself from crying again. She just kept spanking me and Sally stood there watching. I'll never be able to face her again. Ms. Ingram didn't spank me as hard as you do when you're mad at me, but she did a real good job of it!"
"When it was over, I pulled up my pants, and got out of there as fast as possible and went back to class, trying my best not to show that anything had happened, but everyone knew about it already. Then after school, I came here. That's all that happened, Cal!.
"Interesting," I added. "I appreciate your honesty."
Tom's big eyes looked down at his lap. He sat quietly, then he looked up at me with those same big blue eyes, "Ah, am I going to get whipped tonight for this?"
He looked scared, pleading, and real unsure of himself.
I smiled back, thinking what I wanted to say to him now. "I haven't decided, Tom. Sounds like Ingram did a good job, but one thing I do want you to do," I said.
"Ah, huh?"
"Make a date with Sally and bring her by the house for cokes after a movie Friday night. I want to meet her."
"Huh? Cal!!!!!! Pleeeease!!!!!!"
"You heard me, boy! You need whipped right now?"
"Ok, Ok." He was defeated again.
I'd succeeded in scaring the hell out of Tom. There was nothing else I needed to say to him.
I packed up my brief case and we drove home together in silence. When we parked the car in the garage and were walking together toward the house Tom said "I'm sorry."
I didn't reply. But, when the kitchen door had closed behind us, I took his hand and lead him up the stairs and into my bedroom. Turning him around, I unbuckled his belt and took down his jeans and then his shorts. It was a inspection time for a boy I considered my own. He was quiet and complacent as I went over his body. His bare bottom had bruises from the paddle, but otherwise it was just very red. She'd done a nice job, except for the bruises. I thought about spanking him lightly, but then I thought, not just now.
Later he called Sally and invited her to the movies. He was surprised she accepted readily, but I wasn't!
Still he continued to look panicked all evening, even more so as the weekend approached. I'd delayed spanking him frequently in the past until the weekend gave me the time to give it to him right. He had done something at school and that was a cardinal no-no. In his mind it was only a matter of time. Each of the boys knew I preferred to wait until I was in the mood, then strip before turning their dreads into reality. What better way could there be than to devote Saturday to keeping his bare bottom red and his eyes close to tears throughout Saturday before his "date" with Sally?
He knew there certainly would come a "next time" when his pants came down and stayed down for some serious punishment.
What Tom didn't know was that at the moment, he needn't worry. Saturday morning, Eric's father would begin a three week business trip. I'd agreed Eric could stay with us again. Larry and Aaron both had plans for Saturday night. Tom's date with Sally set the occasion for Eric and me to be at the house alone. Eric and I were going to have a little talk. Then, this time, Eric's pants were going to come down for his long over due date over my knees! Although the other times Eric had been over, I'd watched carefully for some reason to pull down this handsome, tall lanky blond boy's pants and spank that tight ass I'd only seen encased in sports Speedo's at the pool, I'd never found a good reason to punish him.
And, long ago, I'd decided not to spank him until I had a solid reason and then set the stage for his future. I had been disappointed time and time again looking for a reason sufficient to spank him thoroughly. Sure, I was frustrated. Eric had been extra careful around me ever since his father comments in the restaurant a few months ago.
However, this time I'd thought it out, thought it through carefully. The others would be away and Eric and I would be alone together in the house. I was sure I'd have his beautiful long body, stripped with those buns I'd admired often in his tight Speedos, bare and up over my lap for his first long and intense educational sessions Saturday night and more over the next three weeks. If things worked out, his first session would be with him complete bare and over my lap so I could see and enjoy all of him. All of his cloths were going to come off after I took him down into the basement. I'd waited too long to see it and I wanted nothing to hinder the flailing of his legs and feet across my lap as I made his first trip to my basement a spanking he would never forget! It was Eric who held my immediate interest now. He was going to be forced to strip complete in that basement. Then we were going to have our little discussion. Eric was finally going to get what he had coming to him and, I knew, his father was going to thank me for it as well!
A chance remark by one of his teachers while we sat watching Eric and Larry compete at the pool, provided the reason I wanted! That teacher had pulled out a report she had graded and shown me a section she thought had been copied from an encyclopedia entry! She had been planning to show it to Eric's father, but he couldn't come. Knowing how close our families were and that Eric often stayed with me, she asked me to give the report to Eric's father when he returned. No need for that! The report had a large "D" on the top. The chance conversation with his teacher had been fortuitous.
Tom could wait and worry awhile!
And Larry, Aaron, and Tom were still around the house all the time!
Eric might be special! I'd know very soon how he would respond across my knees!
Sometimes it was easy to tell when a boy needed one. . . .
(To be Continued. . ..)