The station house basement was filling up for the event. The three boys caught vandalizing the college were going to be let off with a deal. With two under age and none with priors, the parents and the county Prosecutor had worked out a way for them to avoid criminal proceedings. This evening they were going to get the "warning" specified in their agreement.
Each boy had agreed to take a spanking. Prosecutor John Swarts was quite in favor of corporal punishment for youths and Judge Brenner, known for his creative sentencing, gave the green light.
On Monday night, the boys were brought to the police station to keep their bargain. The three delinquents were taken to the basement, where Police Commisioner Sanchez was placing chairs in a wide circle. The door opened, and the boys to be disciplined were led into the basement by Judge Brenner. Everyone now took their seats.
Sergeant Miller was a tall man with broad shoulders. He dragged a chair into the middle of the room, making sure everyone had a good view; then he took off his police jacket, sat down, and rolled up his sleeves. With his moustache and balding red pate, he was fine, imposing figure. He carefully placed a towel over his thigh and planted his knees apart.
The Prosecutor came in carrying a paddle that said "Board of Education." The infamous instrument from his office wall was painted red and had holes drilled in it. He presented it to the Sergeant, and suggesting that he not go sparingly with stern lectures and scolding. "Underscore your points with this," he said, indicating the celebrated fanny whacker. Sergeant Miller agreed and thanked Swarts, laying the instrument handily by his chair.
Prosecutor Swarts was well known for his views on corporal punishment, and many present this evening had read about the "public paddlings" he had facilitated for young offenders in his office. This was a perfect case to carry on the tradition.
It was time to begin the punishments.
"Damon Wanger!"
Everyone looked at Wanger as he approached the officer. The _c_o_c_k_y teenager with his blond crew cut and tattoos would not be feeling so tough in a minute! He stared, hardly believing they were going to go through with this. The other three culprits were brought forward to see him spanked. He saw the paddle waiting beside the chair, and tried not to think about all the people who were going to watch it get applied to his fanny.
"Pull your pants down, Einstein!" Miller said. The Sergeant's angry sing-song made Wanger go red as a hot tomato in embarrassment, unbuckling his belt. Trembling, he started to take down his zipper, but Miller lost his patience; and Wanger suddenly found himself pantsed in front of his audience and tumbled over the policeman's knee, bottoms up, with his bare package hanging between the Sergeant's wide-spread thighs!
Whaaamm!! The policeman's big hand slammed into the middle of Jason's behind with a loud, painful swat. Whaaamm!! Whaaamm!! Whaaamm!! He repeated it four times as hard as he could, each time reaching his thick arm as high as possible in the air and bringing it down with punishing speed.
"You're in trouble, young man!" warned the Sergeant, Whaaamm!! Whaaamm!! Whaaamm!!
Wanger's face wore a look of shock and alarm. Testes hanging, his penis started to lengthen and thicken with the swats; he grunted and grimaced, teeth clenched and red in the face as the hearty Sergeant walloped his ass!
"That was quite a stunt you pulled, Mister!"
Smmaackkk!!
"You need to learn some respect for public property!"
Whaaamm!! Whaaamm!! Whaaamm!!
"OWW! AAAOOWW!!" the mortified vandal yelped.
"Wanted to be a BIG SHOT, eh?"
SWWATT!!
Up in the air went the big angry arm.
"Guess you don't feel like so much of a big shot NOW!!"
Whaaamm!! Whaaamm!! Whaaamm!! Whaaamm!! The big palm smacked Damon's buns over and over as hard as it could, and the ringing swats were very loud.
Wanger had started to yell. He didn't know a spanking would be this bad! Commisioner Sanchez watched with satisfaction as Miller meted out the lesson.
The men watching leaned in to get a better look at Wanger, grinning with enjoyment to see the big likeable sergeant spank him good. "Don't spare the Rod!" they called.
Whaaamm!! Whaaamm!! Whaaamm!! Whaaamm!! Whaaamm!!
The yelling turned to a choke, and Mr. Wanger started to bawl with shame and embarrassmnent as the spanking progressed.
Sergeant Miller picked up the paddle.
"Oho ho ho ho!" laughed an officer with delight. "He's gonna paddle him!"
"The prosecutor recommends the board of education for the seat of your learning," the Sergeant said.
Miller now set his teeth and began to apply the instrument of instruction.
BAMM!! BAMM!! BAMM!! BAMM!! BAMM!! BAMM!!
Wanger's face wore a look of surprise.
"You have been a BAD BOY!!" said the sergeant heartily, as he paddled the young vandal's bottom with vigor.
BAMM!! BAMM!! BAMM!!
"Now you're going to learn an OLD FASHIONED LESSON!!"
BAMM!! BAMM!! BAMM!! BAMM!! BAMM!! BAMM!!
The Sergeant was applying it to good effect, and the holes in the board of education ensured a unique and surprising sensation for Damon! He began to plead, squirming his bare butt this way and that to avoid the spanks of the red-hot angry paddle!
"Please--!! I'm sorry!!" he yelled. "Ouch! Please---!! Aaaagghh!!"
"Am I getting through to you, young man?" asked Sergeant Miller, not missing a lick.
SWWATTT!! SWWATTT!! SWWATTT!!
"That's right, send him home with a sore behind!" one observer urged. "Introduce his butt to a little pants-warming technology!" called another.
Determined to finish the job, Miller carried on. Those watching Damon's paddling saw justice done, as Damon himself learned a valuable lesson.
Wanger's buddies watched him get punished with their hearts in the pits of their stomachs. They didn't know it was going to be like this! If they had known they were going to pull down their pants and get spanked with a paddle in front of an audience, they would have opted for jail!
But it was too late now! Damon was over the sergeant's knee in his bare bottom, getting a paddled with the Board of Education! And they were going to be next!
SWWATTT!! SWWATTT!! SWWATTT!! SWWATTT!! SWWATTT!!
Finally the whacking was over. Damon had to step into a red circle painted on the floor while Mr. Swarts brought a dunce cap for him to wear. He had to stand in front of everyone with the dunce cap on and his britches down, right next to the sergeant and in the middle of all the chairs, and watch his friends get spanked!
"Richard Jackson!"
A freckly red haired young man's number was up, and boy was he sorry he went along with this hair-brained scheme! He was already beet-red with a look of terror as he approached the stern policeman. Then, at the roar of hearty laughter when his pants came down, we saw why; for the lad was sporting a fine, hefty erection!
The sergeant merely adjusted his towel with a chuckle. Then he took the large young man by the ear, turned him over his knee, and began to give him a darn good spanking! He spread the big boy's legs apart as he swatted. Oh how the paddle was going to sting!
Thus three young ruffians got out of going to jail, and all who observed the warning they got agreed that the justice system had served them very, very well!