I had been on vacation for about ten days, trying to get away from everything. Work had been a big headache, family problems had been mounting, and some of my "adopted" children had been having more problems than I could handle. When I say adopted children, I mean younger friends that look at me as a big brother or father figure. These guys would hammer me every day with problem after problem. I tried my best to "counsel" them. Every one of them appreciated the fact that I listed to them and tried to help them. Whenever they would get in trouble, I would verbally scold them and that would be it. A few of them had no father in their lives, I was it.
Two of these guys were like brothers. Whatever one did, the other followed. One of them being my cousin made it difficult not to favor him. I did, however, expect more out of him. Both of them were very good students and very athletic. My cousin was by far the superior athlete, his friend the better student. Both had been acting pretty childish and ignorant before I left for my vacation. My cousins friend and I had a very long and serious talk before I left about acting your own age, preparing for college, and respecting his mother. Never do I raise my voice, I just show my anger by the words I choose. This man began to cry and feel guilty as hell by the time I was finished with my lecture. After I dropped him off at home, I decided when I come back from vacation, I will deal with my cousin.
As the vacation wore on, my cousin wore on me. I did enjoy my time away. I tried to think of a way to get through to him. Talking just didn't seem to work with him. I know yelling wouldn't, because his mother did it all the time. He really only rebelled to get attention. Sometimes he would act out in public, talking about his mother being a whore, and not caring who was listening. He had no consideration for his surroundings or other people's property. I knew he was raised better than that. I just had to figure out a way to get through to him.
Two nights before the end of my trip, I was reading quietly out by the swimming pool when it hit me. Maybe I should go back and threaten to spank him with either a belt or a paddle. I would give him a big lecture and then tell him the only way for me to get through to him was to tan his ass. I would go through the motions, have him bend over, lecture him some more, rub the paddle or belt on his ass and make him think about it for a while, then say this is the last chance, next time your gonna get it. Or maybe I SHOULD tan his ass. Would he tell anyone? Would I be able to spank him hard enough to make him grow up? If i didn't, he would just laugh at me and continue his behavior. Could I really do this to my own cousin? Or worse yet, would if I really hurt him. Word will get out that I beat my cousin. Surely I would have to leave town. This was a big decision to make and if I did decide to physically punish him, I would be taking a serious chance. If word got out, I would be ruined.
On the drive home I called him and said that I would be over and I said that we needed to sit down and have a serious talk about a few things. When I pulled in the driveway I had a paddle in my trunk but I left it in there for now. When I got into his room he was on the internet. I firmly told him he had five minutes to do what he has to do, then he is on my time. I think just from those words and the tone in my voice, he knew he was in trouble. He hurried up and signed off his computer. I sat in his computer chair and he sat on his bed. I took out a sheet of paper and started writing down all of the things I wanted to talk about. I did this because for the first time in a while, I was nervous. Just as nervous as him. I started off by saying that I was very disappointed in him and that I have decided to do something about it. I told him that I have six incidents written down and that he would be punished for all six. The first was for always being late. He was constantly late for every and any event or function you could imagine. I looked up at him, made eye contact, and said "Please stand up."
I then continued "For all of the times you have been late, your going to give me 75 pushups."
His mouth opened in awe.
"Oh my god, your going to psycially punish me? He said
I nodded my head yes and told him to drop and give me 75. He did so, he started out pretty fast but then slowed when he hit about 50. I told him that I had all night. He struggled one at a time, very slowly. He wasn't that strong, but he was in good shape. He was about 6" tall and weighed about 165 lbs, very trimmed and tanned naturally. He was sweating pretty good but he kept on going. Finally when he reached 75, he stood up and told me that he was sorry. He stood there with an exausted face, heart racing a mile a minute, wondering what was next.
I again looked him in the eye and told him to get down on his knees, hide his face in the bed, and don't look until I got back. He did so very quickly, but also curiously. He had no idea what was about to happen. With him on his knees, hunched over the bed, he presented a very nice, plump target for my paddle. I just didn't know if I could go through with it.
I went out to my car to get the paddle. I shoved it down the back of my pants like my old principals used to do. I approached him and started lecturing about the other five problems. Then I asked if he knew what I was going to do. He just mumbled and then he slowly rose up and said,
"OH OH, Whippin boy. Is that it? Your going to spank me?
I responded, "Good guess. Now what do you think I'm going to hit you with?"
He hesitated. "I don't know, a belt? a paddle? I don't know"
I quickly said, "A paddle. Its only two feet long, four inches wide, a few holes , and a half inch thick."
All of the wind seemed to deflate out of his body. Every emotion imageable ran through him. When I saw this, I knew I had him.
I still had the paddle in the back of my jeans. I told him to stand up. He looked everywhere for it. I put the chair in the middle of the room and told him to bend over it. I had him adjust his position for about five minutes. Wow !! What a sight. Him being bent over that chair was awesome. Real thin blue shorts on and thats it. I started again with the lecture. I told him that I really don't want to do this. Then he asked to get up because his legs were getting tired. I shouldn't have, but i said yes. His eyes turned right to me looking for the wood. He showed a sign of relief until I knocked on the wood. Then his shoulders sank again. He bent back over the chair, surprisingly in the same exact position where he was before. Legs spread a little, his legs were also a little farther back than normal because of his height. I started again with my list of complaints when he quickly interupted.
"I deserve to be paddled. Just do it."
I thought to myself, no, I am in charge here. I will do this when I feel like it. Then I stood behind him and said nothing for about 10 minutes. I pulled the paddle out from my jeans and took aim. I set the paddle across his ass and left it there for a couple of minutes. Then I started rubbing it up and down. He shivered a little then repositioned himself. _d_a_m_n_ I had him. I told him that he would receive two cracks for each of the five violations. If he would move, cry out, or grab his ass, I would start over.
I positioned myself to the side of him, with my left hand I grabbed a fish full of shorts and underwear and lifted as high as they would go, then rested my hand on the small of his back. I placed the paddle across his ass with the end of the blade just reaching his right cheek. He actually started to shake a little. He was scared to death. He had previously told me that he had only been spanked with a hand, nothing else.
I then asked two questions. "Are you embarressed that you are bent over about to be paddled at 17 years old? Are you ready?
He answered yes to both of those questions.
I lifted the paddle off his ass, brought it directly back, paused for a few seconds, then swung as hard as I could...........
CRACK!!!!!!!! "One ! I won't make fun of my mother any more" The paddle struck the center of his ass with a slightly muffled sound. I heard a slight "UHHHH" come out of him but that was it. I rubbed the paddle in a circular motion for about 30 seconds, brought it back again, and...
CRACK!!!!!!!! He paused, then said "TWO ! I won't cheat anymore. I stepped back to admire the scenery. His legs were real tense, so were his arms, in anticipation of another swat. The little bit of hair on his thighs looked to be standing up on end. I then put the paddle on the sweet spot. Just where his thighs met the bottom of his ass. It was slightly bare, and not as tanned....for now.....I brought the paddle straight down, so I could come straight up to that spot........
CCRRRRRRRRRAACK!!!!! His entire body bowed forward. He stayed silent. That crack got the message across. He gritted his teeth together and made that hissssssss sound like he just got stung......then he got back into position and said "THree, I won't..........
CCRRRRRAAACK !!!!!!! I caught him off guard. This time his cheeks weren't clinched together. You could just tell the way the paddle bounced off his ass. Again he bowed forward, got back into position and stayed silent. He got up on his toes, then back down. His body shivered like he just got a cold chill. Then he muttered "FOUR !!!! I won't backtalk authority figures. I think he now realizes that his ass is going to sting for a while and that I was serious when I said that he was in trouble. I started rubbing the paddle again in a circular motion. I lowered it again so I could target that sweet spot.
CCRRRRRRACK!!!!!!! His legs wiggled back and forth, back up on his toes again and another shiver. "FIVE, I promise to drive more carefully" I then started to just talk to him. Asking him if I am getting through to him, and if this hurts more than he thought it would." He began apologizing and said his ass is on fire right now. I told him he is half way home. I also said I just want him to count the swats and not to say anything else. Again I went for the spot.
CCRRRACK!!!!!!! He started to arch forward but then returned and started sniffling. His voice was cracking and he said "SIX" I could see the mean red streaks across the lower part of his ass. With my left hand i started rubbing the back of his neck and shoulders trying to comfort him. I apologized for doing this to him but I told him this would be good for him in the long run. I also told him this could happen in another year when he gets to college. Now I was going to take aim for the center of his ass again. I patted the paddle lightly a few times, then swung....
CCRRRRRACK!!!!!! He jumped straight up in the air, crying like a little kid. I told him that he had two seconds to get back into position of I would add some more swats. He bent back over, tears now running down his face. He called out "SEVEN" but then he started begging for me to stop. I stepped back, set the paddle on the desk, then walked around so I could look at him eye to eye. I said that I could not stop. His face was red and scared. He said he would take anything else than to take three more with the paddle. I said its either three more licks or a six minute bare assed spanking. Surely he wouldn't bare his ass for me. To my surprise, he said he would take the spanking. I double checked his answer, he still insisted on the spanking.
I grabbed his arm and pulled him over to the bed. I slowly lowered his shorts. He wouldn't look at me. He just looked away. With his shorts now around his ankles, I leaned over and set his alarm clock for seven minutes. An extra minute to prepare him. I lowered him over my knee, made sure his arms and legs were stretched to the floor. I caressed his ass then began. The heat coming off his ass was incredible. I started in the middle of his right cheek. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK.........then lowered to my sweet spot......SMACK SMACK SMACK.....then changed cheeks......he began bawling and kicking like a little kid. I just kept on spanking, and watching the clock. His ass was red all over. I started spanking the back of his legs, that got a few more wiggles and squirms. Still two minutes to go. I kept thinking of all those stories where the spankee spews all over the spanker. From what I could tell, he was not hard at all. That was good. I was a little excited but he was just consuming the pain and nothing else. With a minute to go I slowed down because my hand started to sting. Then the alarm went off. He just lay limp. Crying, apologizing, and crying some more. I just knocked this teenager down a few notches. I let him lay there for about 10 minutes, while I admired the slightly hairy but extremely red ass of his. I let him up, and put him up against the wall. I made him stay there for 30 minutes to think about his wrong doings. I went down stairs to get some baby oil. I rubbed the oil gently over his ass. It would be quick relief for him but then it might burn in a few minutes. As I was rubbing he became rock hard. I grabbed his hand and placed it on his dick. I told him to go for it. It took about one minute for him to explode. He then laid down on his bed, ass up, and thanked me. He quietly cried himself to sleep. Our relationship has changed a little. He now knows not to push the wrong buttons or else.
As the months went by, I always threatened to give him a repeat performance if he starts to slack.......He has come close, but for me no cigar yet. It will happen soon enough.