IN 1997-98, I POSTED A SERIES OF TRUE-LIFE STORIES THAT GOT A LOT OF VERY POSITIVE E-MAIL RESPONSE FROM READERS OF THIS WEBSITE. I NEVER FINISHED THE SERIES, AND AM STRUGGLING TO DO SO WHEN I CAN NOW. IN REVIEWING THESE ORIGINAL SUBMISSIONS, I HAVE EDITED THESE STORIES AND NOW REPOST THEM WITH TYPO CORRECTIONS, ETC. THESE REPOSTINGS WILL BE DONE, AND THE SERIES COMPLETED WITH NEW STORIES. THIS SERIES BEGINS WHEN I WAS 11, AND ENDS A YEAR AGO, WITH THE STORIES POSTED CHRONOLOGICALLY. THIS STORY IS NEW, BUT IT INVOLVES A BOY WHO GOT A NUMBER OF SPANKINGS FROM ME GROWING UP. ENJOY!
This is the first of three stories as I finish this series involving a boy named Mitch. I first met Mitch when he was 9 years old and had been invited to my youngest son's birthday party. To say this slender, brown eyed boy was shy is an understatement. Over the years something happened between Mitch and I. His own father was gone almost all the time in various business schemes that always seemed to fail, and eventually his mom and dad divorced. Even people who were total strangers thought that Mitch was my son because the way we interacted. He was a neat kid and now a very special young man.
By the time of this story I had already spanked Mitch several times. I can still see the look in his eyes 'Ralph Macchio' type eyes as he stripped to his white briefs for his first spanking when he was 10. It wasn't much of one, just an attention getter hand spanking on his brief covered buns for his increasingly smart mouth. Never had to paddle Mitch for his mouth, but over the years he did get a couple of hand spankings for his mouth.
As time went on, Mitch spent more and more time at our house. In fact it was rare weekend when he wasn't at our home. Even his sister Kathy began to come up with reasons to 'drop by' for 'things'. Kathy was 3 years older than Mitch and you definitely tell they were siblings. Same slender builds, thick dark brown hair, and brown eyes. Only Kathy's eyes were not the 'Ralph Macchio' eyes her brother had.
This first story takes place when Mitch was 13, going on 14. He had been spanked and paddled a number of times by me at this point in his life. He was on a first name basis with my Jokari paddles. :)
Kathy had really taken her mom & dad's divorce hard. She took it out on all the boys who tried to date her. And she caused all kinds of hell with her Mom and Mitch. At 16 years old and almost 17, she was at best a real hand full. She had always tried to find an opportunity to attach herself to the activities of Mitch and my son, so I had gained the respect of Kathy as an adult. And from her comments from time to time, it sounded like she was jealous of the spankings I gave her little brother. Though I had never once came close to spanking her until one winter day.
His Mom had called me and asked me to check up on the Mitch and Kathy. Their schools had called....and both were absent. It was Friday in the middle of winter, and a decent day for weather. No wonder the kids probably ditched school.
As any Mother would be, she was scared for their safety. But she also knew her children, so it was not much of a surprise when she asked, "Take that paddle you use on Mitch with you. If they're at the house, I want both of their butts purple by the time I get home!"
So I slipped my favorite boy's spanking paddle into my binder.....a Jokari paddle with full leather handles. (Folks that was one hell of game that came out of France and marketed by Sears in the 70's and 80's. It was simple to set up in the driveway and really great exercise. But the game's paddles also were perfect for spanking. All it took was a sharp wrist flip on a butt over your knee and it got their attention. Still the best paddle for discipline spankings that I own. I have guys and gals ask to be spanked by the darnn things.)
I drove over to Mitch's house and parked about a half a block away. They had a big Samoyed dog that loved me. If I drove up to the house she would really sound off. If I quietly walked up to the house and entered on the side door, chances would be that she was inside with Mitch and Kathy. Sure enough, by the time I got within a house of their home I could hear music. Sneaking in the side door was no mean trick at all.
Sure enough, Mitch and Kathy were watching a Beatles movie, and Tasha the dog was sound asleep on the lower family room floor. Both, believe it or not, were still dressed in their pajamas in the afternoon. Hell they never even make an attempt to go to school.
Mitch was dressed in some knit pull on pants and top, dark blue with Star Wars stuff on the shirt front. You could see the outline of his brief's leg bands as he lay on the carpet.
Kathy was in a 3 4 sleeve baseball shirt. You could plainly see that all she had on underneath was white panties.
For whatever reason they left the remote by the door, so it was easy to flip off the TV and wait. It didn't take long, about two seconds after started muttering about why the TV was off.
Mitch turned his head back towards the door and jumped up and smacked Kathy at the same time. Kathy cussed at him and then looked at his face and then back at me. They both knew they were deep _s_h_i_t_.
It took about 12 minutes of lies, recanted lies, begging and promises to arrive at a course of action. First, they had to call their Mom. Second they were going to be spanked.
However, the first thing to be done was to put Tasha outside. Didn't want the dog getting excited at me when her playmates started blubbering and bellowing. Mitch put her outside and then the fun began.
"Kathy, you have never been spanked by me, much less paddled. Today you are going to experience both." With that I pulled out the Jokari paddle from my leather binder. I swear her face went white. Mitch knew what was going to happen, so it didn't change his face much, just a couple of tears started to moisten his eyes.
Kathy was built slender like Mitch, a little taller at 5' 8". She was no knock out, but she definitely had a slim, cute body....and does to this day. Her face reminded me of a librarian, but a real young one. What I ordered them to do next was primarily for humiliation sake for her.
"In a minute you are going to call your Mother. She will tell you that I am going spank and paddle you. She wants me to paddle your bare butts purple. That's not going to happen, but they will be red and sore for the next couple of days. By Monday, when you are back in school, you'll both be OK."
Both of them stood their fidgeting and nervously playing with their pajamas. Kathy's face registered shock at my next command.
"OK Mitch. You know what to do. Strip"
Without hesitation Mitch pulled off his pajama bottoms and then his top. He was left standing kinda pigeon toed, his fingers nervously playing with the red checkered waistband of his Sear's boys snowy white briefs. Kathy looked at him in dumb disbelief. She didn't know what I was going to tell her to do, but she didn't want to find out.
"My Mom will never allow you to spank me in just my panties. She just won't!" A real look of defiance crossed her face. Time to take that look off.
"Yea. You're right Kathy. As mad as your Mom is at you both, she'll probably want me to paddle you both on the bare....from the start."
Now Mitch started to really protest. He wanted no part of the Jokari paddle on the bare butt from the start. Kathy chimed in out of her own ignorance and teen age modesty. I let them make their promises, and then I asked Kathy.
"If you promise to do exactly as I say, I may let you keep your panties on for almost all your spanking. But you have to promise to do exactly as I say. Understood? Promise?
She looked at me, then the paddle and nodded her head yes, her eyes dropping their gaze to the carpet and her squirming toes.
"OK Mitch. You go stand behind your sister and do exactly as I say. Kathy you allow Mitch to do what I tell him. And you do what I tell you. Understand?"
She nodded her head and looked at her brother in bewilderment.
"Mitch go behind your sister and pull up her night shirt from the back up to her shoulders."
He did and Kathy squealed as her night shirt came up, revealing her white panties and lots of belly and lower chest.
"Kathy, tie off he front of your nightshirt so it won't drop down."
She did, leaving a big knot of nightshirt tightly tied just above her belly button.
They were ready to call their Mom. We went over to the speakerphone on the desk. I dialed her office number and got their mom, Janet's extension.
"Hi Janet. Jason. Mitch and Kathy are standing here with me wanting to her what you have to say."
All hell broke loose. By the time she got thru yelling at them over the phone, they were already to cry, with moistened eyes. She finished off her yelling with a command for me.
"Give them as long and hard a paddling you can. I want Kathy's to be on the worst. Take her underpants off if you need to, just like you do with Mitch."
I thought Kathy was going to fall over. She had just heard her own Mother give me instructions to bare her teen age butt and paddle her. Wasn't going to happen that way. I hung up the phone, looking at two very scared teenagers.
"OK kids you screwed up. But I am not going to beat your butts purple like your Mom wants. Kathy, I will let you keep your panties on until the final few swats. I have no business seeing what Mother Nature has given you over ditching school, UNLESS you disobey me during these spankings. Understand?"
She shook her head 'yes', with a great sigh of relief.
"Now Kathy, Mitch has an unfair advantage over you with his underpants. Look at his and then look at yours. Which one has more protection?"
Kathy looked at her brothers full cut, thick cotton briefs. Then she glanced down at her own bikini hip hugger style thin cotton panties. The white fabric had some small red flowers as a design, but they barely covered her in buns.
"He's got more protection"
"Yes he does, but let's even the playing field for you both. Mitch come stand in front of me, hands on your head."
He did. I then rolled the waistband over, tucking it inside his briefs. I did this four times. By the time the waistband had been rolled over four times, two things had happened. His pubic hair in front was beginning to show and his ass crack was uncovered from the top. I tugged his waistband up in back, baring about an inch of lower buns and recovering his ass crack. Now they had similar protection.
"Let's set up the rules for this spanking. I am going to give you both a series of spankings and paddlings. We will start with hand spanking on your underpants. 12 swats for each spanking. Can't predict when I will stop. Once your hand spankings are done, then we switch to the paddle. Each of those spankings are going to be 6 swats. Can't tell you how many of those paddlings you are going to get. The whole point is this. You are going a lot of time over my knee during the next hour. When I am thru, I will pull down your underpants and give you one final 12 swats with my hand. If you have not done what I said during your spankings, you will get your final swats with the paddle. Understand?"
You thought I had unleashed a meeting of the future trial lawyer's association. They tried everything to talk me out of their spankings. I let them try as hard as they could to talk me out of it, basically have verbal fun with them as they stood their in little more than their underpants. Finally it was time.
"Mitch, you know what I expect during a spanking. So you go first. Kathy pay attention to what Mitch does. If he does it right, you will know what to do. If he does it wrong, you will see how he pays for that. Let's get started Mitch."
Mitch looked at this sister, shrugged his shoulders and dropped across my lap. His tightened briefs crept up his jackknifed buns, the white knit fabric so tight it looked like a drum surface.
I gave him twelve moderate swats, spacing them apart 2-3 seconds, resting my hand on the seat of his briefs in between swats. Kathy nervously played with the knot in her pajamas as she watched her brother start to squeal and squirm. I patted Mitch on his warms buns and he quickly stood up, rubbing his butt.
I motioned Kathy over. She was so stunned at what was happening she stood transfixed, just gazing at my lap. I finally had to grab her wrist and pull her across my lap.
As she fell forward, her panties creased into her ass crack and really bared some lower cheeks. So much for underpants parity.
Her twelve swats got a much bigger reaction. It was obvious that she had not been spanked in some time. She kicked and bucked from the sixth swat on. When I patted her buns to get up, she did so really quick to begin her spanking dance and rubbing.
Mitch took his second and third hand spanking with increasing kicking and squirming, but not much verbal or tears.
Kathy on the other hand really kicked and twisted, with lots of ows and ouchs.
The fourth set I began to get serious. For two reasons. One I wanted to make sure their buns were warmed up for the paddle. Two, my hand was wearing out. (I love these long grandiose descriptions of 20-30 minute hand spankings in spanking fiction. Can't happen folks. Your hand will wear out long before a sspankee's butt. Unless you are a manual worker with heavily calloused hands. In that case, your hands are like leather paddles. Ouch!)
The fifth set started the tears for both. Open crying and begging for Kathy. I began to land swats on their upper thighs.
Mitch turned on the blubbering and bawling in set number six. Kathy was beginning to really yell. Glad their neighbors worked. But Tasha was none too happy with the sounds coming out her playmates mouths. She started to make a racket.
I stopped at number six for both of them and resumed the lecture about the why and wherefores of their current predicament. They stood there rubbing their buns and upper thighs, and promising to be saints if I just wouldn't paddle them. No such luck.
"Kathy. Mitch went first for the hand spanking. You get to go first for the paddlings."
You would think her eyes had become Niagara Falls, and she bent back over. Her white panties now had a distinct pink shade, to compliment the fabric's red flowers.
Unlike the hand spankings, the paddlings were designed to push them over the edge by rapid fire wrist flips. Inside of five seconds she got her first six swat paddling. Her legs shot straight to the ceiling, her buns clenched hard as she screeched. Mitch looked on in amazement at this sister.
As they switched positions, Kathy pulled down her panties in back and started rubbing furiously.
Mitch's eyes were begging as he draped back over my lap. His butt was pink and red, depending upon whether you looked at his briefs or his bare skin. Mitch took his paddling with much less bellowing....but his buns were clenched tight, creasing his briefs into his ass crack.
Kathy had pulled her panties back on so tight, she had given herself a wedgie, baring her butt as she bent back over. Hell she might as well as take her panties off as much protection they were giving her. Her response to the second six was almost comical it was so frantic.
Mitch really started to beg and bawl with his second six. His legs doing a frantic frog stroke as I rapid fired his second six swats.
I then gave them a choice
"Have you learned your lesson?"
Man of man did I get some positive reinforcement about how much they had learned. Hell you would have though I was Socrates and Einstein rolled into one I was such a good teacher.
"OK, you have some choices to make. Choice number one. I continue to give you some more paddlings and then finish on the bare for twelve swats with my hand. Choice number two. I give you no more paddlings on your underpants, but I give you twelve swats now with the paddle on your bare. Your choice."
It was amazing how unfair my choices were. But they finally agreed to finish their punishment session with twelve on the bare.
I motioned Mitch to resume his position. He did and then I ordered his sister to take his underpants completely off. He lifted up and she did. I motioned for her to put his briefs in front of his face on the floor. She did.
I rapid fired my swats all over his butt and upper thighs. His legs kicked frantically, exposing all to his teary eyed sister. He lay sobbing over my lap for a minute or so. Then he got up with his briefs in his hand holding them in front.
His sister wanted no part of him pulling down her panties, so she peeled hers off as she went over my knees and let them drop down to her ankles. Her frantic kicking did not expose herself, because I had Mitch turn away from his sister. He had seen plenty already. Kathy lay across my lap for almost five minutes crying her eyes out.
Both kids went bare butt stumbling up the stairs to their Mom's room. I found some ointments and spent a half hour rubbing the salve into their very red and hot butts. Then they started arguing among themselves about who was the biggest sissy during the spanking.
That was the only time I spanked Kathy. Her Mom asked me to paddle her one day in total frustration but I wouldn't. I was able to get Kathy straightened out over the phone and just the threat of another paddling set her straight for a while.
Mitch got spanked several more times in high school by me, as in an upcoming story #39. He also got paddled hard in college a few times when his grades dropped because of his partying. Since he was on a state grant, because of his Mom's finances, he realized he couldn't afford to screw off. For those paddlings he had the pleasure of discovering the joys of a hairbrush punishment spanking. Those aren't fun folks. His adult butt was purple splotched from the heavy wooden showerbrush.
Mitch is now married with a wife that is a cute little pixie. Five foot of nothing and a brain that won't quit. What she lacks in size she makes up in smarts.
Kathy is married to a jock. How that happened is beyond me. She is no athlete, and she comes from a family of non-athletes. But I do know one thing. Her husband the jock also uses the hairbrush when needed. And with Kathy it is needed often. :)
This story is true; just certain names have been modified. I travel in my own business, and have the freedom to safely satisfy the spanking needs of interested readers. Jason L. Parker jlpspanker@hotmail. com