We are sitting around the kitchen table having a wonderful dinner when the subject of his report card comes up. I know should have seen it days ago, being that school is now out of session. He tries to change the subject. I ask again and he says maybe it got lost in the mail. I tell him that he should have gotten it before he left school that day. He lies and tells me that they do it differently now, that the school mails them home within a week or so. I don't buy it. I ask him again, being more forceful this time. Yet again he denies it, blaming the postal service on its late arrival. I just stare at him and begin taking away his privileges until finally he breaks. He says its upstairs in his desk. I tell him to leave the table and wait up in his room. He knows he broke the rules. He knows the penalty. Slowly he gets up and marches up the staircase to his bedroom.
Jeremy is his name...fifteen years old and going on thirty. Knows everything about everything (so he'll tell you). Yet somehow way too big for his britches, and I aim to fix that again tonight. Lying is not tolerated in our house, and he knows that. He also knows that the penalty for lying is a sound spanking. He hates the thought of it, but it is certainly the most effective punishment available. It leaves no marks, does no harm, but it is so embarrassing to a teenager that it is a supreme deterrent to most bad behavior. He'll try almost anything to avoid it, but when he's caught there is no escaping it. I win out and he ends up paying the price. Again tonight, a correction is needed. So up to his room I shall go to take care of business...
I walk down the upstairs hallway and knock on his bedroom door. He's there, sitting at his desk typing away on the computer. I tell him it's time for his punishment and the excuses begin. Didn't mean to forget, just left it in the desk drawer, won't ever do it again. I've heard them all. You can't give in and relent or the lesson will never hit home. Just more bad behavior. I tell him I want to see the report card and he opens the desk drawer and hands it to me. Three C's and two D's, and a bad mark for conduct. Just what I expected. He thought he would prolong the inevitable I suppose. Bad grades always earn a good spanking too. So does bad marks for conduct. Looks like a triple feature this evening. I've never had to administer three in one night before now, so Jeremy has no idea how bad his bottom will hurt when we're through.
I express my disappointment to him about the grades, the conduct, the lying and just his behavior in general. He continues the excuses. Just trying to get out of it like he always does. It's just further example of how a spanking acts as a deterrent to an errant youth. He would do anything to avoid it, but the time has come. The first of three spankings is about to begin.
I sit down on the edge of his bed and he stands in front of me. I tell him to place both hands on top of his head. He does, and begs one final time to avoid punishment. I tell Jeremy he is not to speak anymore until he is told to. He nods. I begin lecturing him on the proper behavior of a fifteen year old. How improving study habits lead to better grades. I express my disapproval of lying. Then I reach down and begin to unbuckle his belt. He begs me not to take his pants down, but I inform him he has just earned a fourth spanking for talking after I told him not to. I remove his belt from his shorts and continue the lecture. Then I tell him to remove his socks and shoes. He does and I ask him if he has anything to say before we begin his first spanking. He shakes his head no, obviously resigned to his impending fate.
Hands back on his head, Jeremy whispers an apology. I tell him I accept it and now the time has come for punishment. I unbutton his shorts and unzip the fly. They fall to the floor leaving him standing in a pair of plaid boxer shorts and his t-shirt. He steps out of the shorts and I pull him over my lap, positioning him for the first spanking. I make sure his hands are on the floor and his butt is high in the air. It's a perfect target. I run my hands over Jeremy's rear so he doesn't anticipate the first swat. He clenches his cheeks, and as he relaxes them I begin. Ten, fifteen, twenty, he begins to squirm. A few swats on the back of his thighs settle him down. Forty, fifty. I stop and slowly slide his boxers off him and throw them over by his shorts. Another ten, twenty, forty, fifty. He is crying openly and begging me to stop. One hundred swats and his first spanking is over.
I tell him to get up and retrieve one of my bedroom slippers. Half naked, Jeremy returns, slipper in hand. He knows what is coming. I postion him back over my lap and begin rhythmically swatting his cheeks with the slipper. Ten, twenty, thirty...he is screaming now and I stop. I tell him to quiet down or I'll switch to the belt. He immediately stops crying, and I continue swatting. This time I aim for that area where his cheeks meet his thighs and he is crying again. I find this spot to be especially sensitive when spanking him. I feel it enhances the effects of the swatting wonderfully. Another twenty-five swats and Jeremy's second spanking is finished.
He is told to get up and stand over in the corner with his hands on his head and await my return. He has two more sessions to go tonight, and unbeknownst to him one of them will be his first meeting with the switch. I go outside and cut a healthy branch from one of our splendid hickory trees. I return to Jeremy and he turns around and looks at me in disbelief. He's never seen a switch before, so this is scary to him I'm sure. I inform him that his third spanking will not be with my hand or a slipper, but rather with the switch. He begins to cry and babble, but I just take him by the arm and bend him over his bed, exposing his red bottom to the fury of the hickory switch. I swish it a few times and he squirms wildly in anticiation. Then I land one square across his cheeks and he jumps up to his feet. I inform him that he has just earned an extra five strokes for moving. Back across the bed, I give him ten more swift strokes and he is bawling like a baby. Jeremy begins to move like we are finished, but I tell him to stay in position to receive his extra five. Sobbing, he gets up and trots back to the corner, hands back on top his head. His bottom is beet red with some small raised welts from the switch, but otherwise he is none the worse for it. The final installment of Jeremy's spanking is about to commence.
I sit back on his bed and call him over. I tell him that we have one more to go, the extra one he has earned for speaking when he was explicitly told not to. He sobs and apologizes yet again, but to no avail. This one is to be slightly different however. Throughout his spankings this evening, I have noticed that Jeremy's penis has been erect. I tell him to lay on his bed, on his back. He does so and now I stand over him wielding his own leather belt. I tell him that I believe his rump is sufficiently sore, but his legs and inner thighs are still unscathed. Since his penis seems to be responding to his spanking inappropriately, I aim to ensure that he is much too sore to remedy the stiffness into any sort of dirty pleasure. He is to receive twenty strokes on the inside of each thigh and ten directly on his erect penis. Perhaps a few swats would calm down his excitement. I tell him to spread his legs apart, and begin the spanking with the belt. He howls and screams in pain, and I continue swatting. Ten, fifteen, twenty. That's one leg. Another ten, fifteen and now he begins to pull away. Jeremy knows better and I deliver a sharp swat to his scrotum and he yelps and gets back into position. Another five and I am finished with his thighs. Only one thing left to take care of. His penis is absolutely arrow straight and pointing at the ceiling. One snap, two, three and he covers his penis with his hands, the fourth swat catches his wrist as he yelps again. Another fifty on his rear end should fix his behavior I tell him. I administer the final swats to his penis and it is soft and bright red, laying across his scrotum. At least I have taken his enjoyment factor away. Back over my lap, and penis erect again I swat his legs, his cheeks, and the crack of his bottom methodically. Twenty, thirty, forty, fifty. He gets up, penis hard yet again. Thirty minutes of corner time and it is finally over. Jeremy has hopefully learned a lesson from this, but I know it won't last.
I know in a few weeks we'll be back up here, and he'll get another sound spanking. But until then I also know his behavior will be much improved. The lesson has been delivered and Jeremy will feel it for quite some time. A teenager soundly spanked. What a marvelous thing.