I knew something serious was going to happen when Chuck's mother called my mother and they had a long conversation. I was trying to hear bits and pieces of the conversation when I heard Mom ask Chuck's Mom what she was going to do about it. I already figured that Mom now knew that Chuck, Randy, and I had skipped school and gotten into some trouble by illegally hunting on a farm out in the country. We were all hoping the farm owner would keep the matter between us guys by allowing us to work on his farm as punishment. Now, with parents involved, we were all going to be in some serious trouble. A sick feeling entered my chest area as I heard Mom say "I've never tried that, but I imagine it is quite effective." I was sick because I knew that Chuck's Mom seemed to favor punishing Chuck with a paddling on his bare bottom. Chuck rarely got grounded and never had privileges taken away. His mother would make him go to her room and wait for about 30-minutes. She would then lecture him for 10 or 15 minutes and then would have him "assume the position" which meant lowering his pants and underwear and grabbing hold of his knees while she swatted him with a paddle 15 times, 5 swats at a time.
Once the phone conversation ended Mom called for me and came hurriedly into my room asking for an explanation for the events of the day. I told her we simply decided to skip school today since we were seniors and that we went hunting in the wrong place and got caught but that we would work on a farm as punishment. That was it, so I thought. Wrong. The lecture started and went on for 30-minutes about skipping school and illegally hunting. Mom was really ticked and I could tell that working on the farm was only part of this boy's punishment. Apparently Mom didn't like my care-free attitude and expressions so she wrapped up her speech and made a bold statement as the doorbell rang; "Suzanne has just finished giving Chuck a paddling on his butt and you are going to get the same thing." I stared in disbelief. It had been 2 years since I had been spanked and it was my grandfather that whipped me with a belt for talking back to my Mother. I was sick now and ran to the bathroom to relieve myself and throw-up if necessary. Surely she wouldn't make me pull down my pants like Chuck's mother! Surely she wouldn't let Chuck's mother give me the paddling or stay and watch! I was paniced! I took care of my business and cleaned myself good just in case the worse happened. When I came out I heard the side door slam and there came Mother down the hall with Suzanne's big paddle. "Okay, young man, come on in here and let's see how well this thing works." I was at a loss for words or actions and just seemed to follow her to my room in fear. "Now look, Mom," I said. "What we did was not that bad and I don't think this is necessary at all. What's wrong with me just working on the farm and doing some extra chores around here? What's up with a paddling, especially at my age?" Then the lecture began again, apparently since I hadn't heard it too good before. Mom indicated I was entirely out of line and this paddling was not only for my behaviour today but also for my skipping school last month when Chuck and I went to a concert. Following more lecture she instantly stopped and said "I want you to take down your jeans and your shorts and lean across your bed right there."
"Now wait," I said. "I'll take a paddling but you can hit me on my pants and it will hurt just as bad. This is way out of line. You are not being fair and you know it." Mom just stared a second and then said "I told you what to do. I'm not arguing. I'm not negotiating. I'm just waiting for you to do what I said and we will get this over with."
"Just because Chuck's Mom does things one way doesn't mean we have to do that, " I said. "His situation is entirely different. He gets paddled a lot and has been most of his life. There's nothing unusual about this over there."
"There's no need to discuss this further," she said, "I'm giving you 10 seconds to get into the position as I stated.... one, two, three, four, five." I hesitated at one. I started crying at three. I undid my belt at four. I unzipped my pants at 5. I had my jeans down at 6. I had my fingers in my waistband at 7. I hesitated at 8. I pulled my underwear just below my butt at 9. I leaned across the bed at 10. The first swat from the paddle arrived immediately and I hollared "OUCH" as the 2nd one came toward my butt. The 3rd, 4th, and 5th came in succession as I grimaced in pain. After 8 I was finished. I pulled my pants up quickly and stood there in tears as Mother just stopped and stared.
Little did I know that it wasn't my decision at to when this paddling was going to end. Mother informed me that we weren't through with this session and that I had another 10 seconds to get back into position. She also informed me that I need not discuss the matter further but to get back into position immediately. I wanted to beg, to plead, to run away, but none of those took place and I returned to my exposed butt position and quickly received 5 more swats to the lower center butt area. I could just feel my butt jiggling and turning fire red with each swat of Chuck's paddle. I imagined what Chuck went through almost monthly and felt a little pity for him. Chuck had lost all modesty over the years and baring his body in front of his Mom had become commonplace. His Mom would even come into the bathroom as he showered sometimes and once she walked in his bedroom as we were changing out of our bathing suits. I was still in my bathing suit but Chuck was standing there stark naked drying himself off. However, at our house there was never any time that bodies were exposed unclothed and that's what made this so humiliating. The last time Mother had seen my mid section I had no pubic hair, my penis was much smaller, and my butt was as smooth as a baby's. Now, my butt was much larger and had hair coming from the crack area and some even on my butt. It was humiliating thinking that my butt was exposed and jiggling and red. Five more licks from the paddle hit my butt and I was in agony. This bare butt paddling was worse than Chuck had described. Maybe he had become immune, but my soft cheeks were not accustomed to such torture. After another loud scream I again jerked my pants up and started rubbing my butt over my underwear. Again, mother said she wasn't through and asked me why I had stood back up. "I've had enough," I said. "This is plenty of punishment, Mom, it won't happen again." I was wrong. It wasn't plenty. "Get back into position and this time drop those pants all the way to the f! loor," she stated. She didn't want me stopping again, I knew. I cussed. I dropped the jeans to my shoes and the underwear to my knees. She grabbed the underwear and lowered it to the shoes as well. What could I do? They were now beyond reach as I layed across my bed. I took another 10 licks from the paddle and just cried harder with each blow. I was crying now and trying to think of everything but the pain. She stopped, finally. She left the room with some words of wisdom that I didn't care to hear. It was over. I had had my first bare butt spanking at age 17 from my mother. It was a humiliating experience. I wouldn't address or look at her for several days but realized at church Sunday that my anger and resentment was useless and not God's Will. I forgave her, realized my wrongdoing, and Chuck and I both made a commitment to each other to do what was right and stay out of trouble.