It is a bright summer morning and I am heading out the door on my way to work. Jeremy is sitting on the couch watching television. As I step outside I tell Jeremy to make sure and mow the lawn before I get home. He says he will and I get into my car and drive away. I arrive at work and immediately the telephone rings. It is Jeremy, asking if he and two friends can go to the pool. I tell him he can, so long as he has cut the grass like I asked. He says he will, and then meet his friends for swimming. I tell him that sounds good and then I hang up the phone.
As I pull into the driveway, I see the lawn has not been cut. I start to get angry. I walk in the front door and call Jeremy's name. No answer. I call louder, but still no response. I walk upstairs and check his room. He is nowhere to be found. I change clothes and sit on the couch to wait for him. Two hours pass and I hear someone coming up the front walk. Jeremy strolls right through the front door as if everything is great. I asked him if he had a good time, and he says he did. I then remind him about the lawn, and his head falls. He tells me he just forgot. I remind him that I told him twice to do it, and he has disobeyed me. He apologizes, but it is already much too late for that. He knows what is about to happen.
I ask him if he remembers the punishment for disobedience. He says he does, and I ask him to tell me what it is. He tells me that the punishment is a spanking. I tell him that he is to receive 50 with my hand and 50 with his own leather belt. He begs and tells me he is sorry. He says he'll never forget again. I hope he is right about that.
I call Jeremy over to me and tell him he is to stand facing me. He does, and I remind him how serious it is to disobey his father. He says he is sorry and begs me not to spank him. I tell him to place his hands on his head and not to speak again. I tell him to remove his belt and hand it to me. Then I slowly begin to unfasten the fly of his shorts. As I slide the zipper down I can hear him start sobbing. I tell him it is by his choice that he is getting spanked tonight. He now begins to cry as his shorts fall to the floor, leaving him standing there in only his t-shirt and briefs.
I tell him that the spanking will start on his bare bottom and that I need to pull down his underwear and he pleads with me. I hook my fingers into his red and blue waistband and slide his briefs down over his hips all the way to the floor. He steps out of them and I pull him over my lap into position. Jeremy is starting to shiver in anticipation as I rub his buttocks. I like to surprise him so he won't know when the first slaps will begin. He clenches his cheeks tightly, and as soon as I see him let go I begin...
Ten, fifteen...he kicks and fights me so I stop. I tell him he has earned ten with the switch for fighting me. He begs, and I start spanking again. When will this boy ever learn? Twenty, thirty, forty, fifty. I tell him to get up. I tell him to go out in the back yard and pick out a hefty switch. He begs me not to do it, so I tell him that I'll pick one out. He begins to cry, because he's never had the switch before and he is obviously very nervous.
I return with a nice whippy branch and pull the armchair to the center of the living room. I grab Jeremy and bend him over the chair. I get his belt and start whipping his raw bottom. Ten, twenty.......forty-five, fifty. He is screaming now, and I tell him to quiet down or he'll earn more strokes. He sobs and tells me how sorry he is again. I tell him there's no getting out of the switch, and he begins crying openly. I take the switch and tell him to count each stroke out loud. I tap the tip of the branch against his swollen rump and start popping him.
He forgets to count, so I start over and he is really screaming now. He gets to number six and then suddenly gets up. He is a stubborn young boy. I tell him to get back in position and he stands toe-to-toe with me and says he will not. I grab him and drag him over my lap and begin slapping hard. He is struggling and squirming and I stop. I drag him over to the chair again and bend him over, fighting all the way. He screams that I am killing him and I tell him to shut his mouth or he will be very sorry. I tell him for fighting with me again I will decide when he has had enough. I must break this boy. I must break him to the point where he cannot fight anymore.
I tell him to stay down or I will make him stay down. I grab his belt again and begin whipping his purple cheeks. He starts to get up yet again and I pop him on the back of his right leg. He yelps and tries to run, so I grab hold of him and drag him over my lap again. He is screaming very loudly, so I get one of his socks and gag him so he will not be so loud. He is furiously kicking, and I begin switching the backs of both legs. He stops kicking and I drag him back over to the chair to finish belting him. Over the arm of the chair, I continue whipping him. Another fifty licks and his body is limp and completely worn out. I pull him up, remove his gag, and tell him to get a shower. He is not to come out of his room for the rest of the night. He also will get another spanking tomorrow night since he fought me so hard.
He grabs his shorts and briefs and gingerly hops upstairs. This boy is becoming defiant, and I cannot have that. Maybe another session tomorrow will straighten him out. We shall see...