This is translation of a story written by Spanking_Italian. We are Italian, so please forgive our grammar mistakes, we hope you enjoy equally reading it.
CHARACTERS:
Michael Henry: dad Laurent Henry: Michael's 14y. o son Luca Henry: Michael's 12y. o. son
Henry's home, it was about 8pm and it's dinner time. It's hour in which sons find parents, the parents find the sons. ... when they are at home!
"Luca where is your brother?" Mr. Henry asked.
"I don't know daddy, he is gone out after he did his homework. I dont' know if he went to friends'home or to the gardens...."
"If I remember, I said you have to be at home not later than 7 until new order"
"Yes dad, but I'm sure he has a good reason for delay, don't worry". Answered Luca bored.
"It will be better for him if he has a good reason" decreed Michael Henry.
8.15 pm. Luca was on tenterhooks, Mr. Henry was mad and worried: it's dark, bus has passed for 5 minutes and the next bus will come in 15 minutes and there where no traces of Laurent.
"Luca listen to me, if you know where Laurent is, it's better for all us" Said Michael Henry.
"Dad, I swear I don't know anything" It was convincing Luca's reply, now he was worried too because if Laurent didn't come back that meant something was happened and if Laurent came back a good punishment was waiting for him.
Mr. Henry walked around house like a lion in the cage. He looked outside window, controlled the door, looked at his cellphone, ecc.
8,30 pm
Michael Henry come to the end of his endurance, Laurent did not come back yet and Mr. Henry was beginning to dread something bad was happened.
"That's enough, I call police" He said
Luca was in front of TV and he said in a careless manner :"Dad wait, maybe he's coming back"
"Mhhh....may be no. Instead, Have you did your homework? Did you prepared your schoolbag for tomorrow?"
"Yes Yes, I've done everything, can I watch TV without interruptions now?" Luca asked with arrogance.
"LISTEN TO ME LITTLE BOY!" Mr. Henry said firmly "This is not right time to backtalk because I'm irritable. A wrong word is enough to put you in the corner with pants down and red bottom! Turn off TV and don't protest! OK?"
Luca turned off TV then he said:
"Dad, it's not my fault if Laurent doesn't come back"
"It doesn't matter if it's your fault, you have not to backtalk, OK?" Mr. Henry was inflexible, but Luca was daring:
"Did I backtalk? Are you sure?" Luca asked with boldness
"You are going too far" That was tha last advice.
"And you're telling stories" Luca answered with insolence.
"Well little boy, you earned that".
In a second Luca is grabbed by dad and stopped with a hand while the other hand Mr. Henry unfastened Luca'belt, then unzipped and pulled Luca's pants and brief down. Michael put Luca over his lap pulling up Luca's shirt to half back. Now Luca's buttocks were perfectly placed and ready for what was coming up.
SPANK! Ahia! SPANK! Ahia! SPANK! Ahia! SPANK! Ahia! SPANK! Ahia! SPANK! Ahia! SPANK! Ahia! SPANK! Ahia! SPANK! Ahia! SPANK! Ahia! SPANK! Ahia! SPANK! Ahia! SPANK! Ahia! SPANK! Ahia! SPANK! Ahia! SPANK! Ahia! SPANK! Ahia! SPANK! Ahia! SPANK! Ahia! SPANK! Ahia! SPANK! Ahia! SPANK! Ahia! SPANK! Ahia! SPANK! Ahia!
The slaps were interposed by dad's lecture: "You MUST LEARN you can't talk back to your dad and to every adult, above all when he is worried"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Please dad, I understood" Luca cried.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Please dad, forgive me"
Mr. Henry was not satisfied yet with lesson he was giving his son, so he continued to spank regardless.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"I want to see if after this spanking you'll have again desire to backtalk".
SPANK! SPANK!
"No dad, I'll not backtalk to you anymore" Luca said.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Luca's bottom was bright red.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Finally Michael Henry stopped.
"Come on Luca, stand up, go to the bathroom and prepare yourself for dinner. Remember you must respect your dad" Saying so Michael gave a kiss on Luca's forehead. The boy looked down in shame "I'm sorry" He said.
9 pm
Michael Henry was looking for telephone number of police headquarters when he heard some noises to the door. He ran there, opened it and saw Laurent. The boy was panting after a long run, but he felt well.
"Laurent! Are you OK? Where were you? Why do you come back at home so lat?" Mr. Henry asked soon.
"Yes dad, I'm well" Laurent said while his dad put his hands on Laurent's shoulders with sweetness, but sweetness is getting over....
"Ok, I'm happy if you are well and nothing is happened, but after supper we'll do accounts. Call Luca now, dinner is ready" Mr. Henry said accompaning his words with a strong smack on Laurent's seat.
Worried and angry with himself Laurent went upstairs and came in boys'room.
"Luca, dinner is ready, come downstairs quickly because dad is really mad this evening" Laurent said.
Luca turned to Laurent showing his eyes red with tears and Laurent asked: "What's happened?"
"What's happened???? I got it and this is your fault!" Dad was worried and irritable because you didn't come back, so he got mad at me! You are an idiot! Where were you?"
Laurent was sorry because Luca got it, but he was also angry because Luca insulted him so he said.
"It is none of your business and don't worried because soon I'll keep you company with red butt, so it's better if you come downstairs"
Luca wasn't persuaded, but he followed Laurent going down the stairs he said in a low voice:
"I hope dad beats you with hairbrush, or rather with belt"
"What did you said bastard?" Laurent said going near Luca with menacing look.
"Noth....nothing"
"WELL DO YOU COME HERE OR I HAVE TO GO UPSTAIRS?" That was the unequivocal dad's warning. Luca and Laurent obeyed.
Dinner went on in a funereal atmosphere. Laurent thought about his next punishment, Luca thought about his past punishment and Michael Henry thought about his two sons. They are a little undisciplined, but also loving and good. He had to keep them in line and he knew how to do that!
"Laurent, have you finished your dinner?" Mr. Henry asked.
"Not again" Laurend answed irritated
"First of all: don't backtalk! Second: hurry up! You two have a thieves'cant but I'll change your attitude, you can bet!"
Laurent didn't answered, he preferred to be silent. Mr. Henry added:
"You have tell me where you were and suggest you to tell the truth. I'm waiting, you weren't at school, you weren't at the park and you weren't at friends'home"
"I was at parish recreation centre"
"And where your clock were? Did you lose it? And where is your cellphone? Don't tell me your credit is over because I reloaded it 3 days ago" Mr. Henry was a storm.
"We are doing a match against boys of the other parish and I lost time cognition"
"Now have you finished your dinner?" Mr. Henry asked again.
"Yes"
"Ok, go to your room, take off your shoes, pants, sweater and wait for me. HURRY UP!" Mr. Henry ordered.
Laurent stood uo and went to his room feeling bitter.
"Luca wait here, don't come upstairs. Clear the table and if you want you can watch TV" Michael said.
Meanwhile Laurent was in his room, he closed the door and vented his anger with a punch against his mattress. He was in trouble another time and he was angry.
Mr:Henry was again downstairs, he thought about Laurent's punishment and about his anxiety when Laurent was gone out. He thought to give him a very hard spanking but then he imagined Laurent undefended over his knees and he calmed down.
'There is no way out' Laurent thought. He could only satisfy his dad, without giiving him a reason to increase the punishment.
At the beginning Mr. Henry wanted to strap his son for the first time in his life, but then he decided hairbrush was enough.
Laurent began to take off his shoes then his pants and sweater. He folded his clothes and put them in the closet, trying to arrange his room.
Ten minutes elapsed.
'Laurent is ready' Though Mr. Henry. He didn't want to be merciless and to leave him waiting, so he took hairbrush and went upstairs.
Laurent was waiting there and he looked at himself in the mirror. He dressed socks, boxer and t-shirt, he would have to turn on his stereo, but he didn't so he sat on the bed waiting his father.
Mr. Henry went up, stopped in front of the door, took a deep breath and knocked.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Come in" Laurent said.
Dad came in and closed the door. He observed his son sat on the bed. Michael was happy to see boys' room in order.
"Laurent, Laurent, do you know I was dreadfully worried?" Mr. Henry said. He placed hairbrush on the the desk and sat near his son putting an arm around boy's shoulders.
"I know dad, and I'm sorry. I swear I will not do it anymore" Laurent answered
"I know you didn't do it on purpose because you aren't so nasty or so stupid. But you were irresponsible and for that reason I'll punish you. Do you want to tell me something else?"
"No" Laurent answered looking down,
"Ok, bend over my knees" Mr. Henry said and he placed Laurent over his lap pulling up boy's t-shirt. Now only boxer covered Laurent's butt. Mr. Henry started to spank without advise.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Next time you are outside you can't come back when it's already dark"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Yes daddy, you're right!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"I'm sorry dad"
SPANK! SPANK!
"Please stop it"
SPANK! SPANK!
Michael Henry didn't stop and added:
"You have to remember you have a cellphone to advise me when you are late"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Ahia, ahia, you're hurting me" Laurent said
"It's only the beginning" Michael answered and he pulled down Laurent's boxer baring totally his light red butt. Punishment continued but now it was more painful for Laurent.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Please no more dad"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Mr. Henry slapeed top of Laurent's cheeks and sit spot
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Now your curfew is set at 5.30pm for a month, half-hour before Luca" Michael said
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Ok, ok, but please don't spank me"
"And if you'll be late like this evening you'll get a good thrashing worse than that"
SPANK! SPANK!
"Have I made myself clear?" Mr. Henry asked.
SPANK!
"HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEAR?"
"Ye....yes....dad..of course"
"Stand up now" Michael ordered and Laurent obeyed.
The boy felt his bottom stinging and sore, he'd have like to rub but he didn't.
Michael Henry put a pillow in the centre of bed and with a gesture he invited Laurent to lie down the pillow on his stomach. Laurent obeyed and he thought 'It's not over again'
"Now you'll get with hairbrush, but befor tell me were is you cellphone"
"It's in the drawer, why?"
"I want to control a thing"
Mr. Henry opened the drawer and controlled Laurent's cellphone. Laurent saw the scen lied on the bed with his bare bottom up ready for another spanking. Michael tried to call with cellphone but a computerized voice: "Your credit is not enough" Mr. Henry took hairbrush and went near Laurent:
"I know it, I reloaded your credit 3 days ago and you squandered 50 euros in 3 days!!" The man was again mad and started to spank Laurent with hairbrush
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Ahiaaaa!" Laurent shouted
"Do you think money grow on the trees?"
SPANK! SPANK!
"I'd like to know what did you do with 50 euros in 3 days" Mr. Henry asked
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"I don't know dad, ahia ahia, I send some SMS and I made some telephone call to my friends"
"SMS? Telephone calls? There is only a message you have to understand!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Ahia"
"Ahia" Said Laurent
SPANK! SPANK!
Finally Michael stopped, Laurent's bottom is totally red.
"This ih enough Laurent, please don't force me anymore to do a simile thing, because next time I'll use my belt in front of your brother" With that words Mr. Henry sat on the bed and began to caress Laurent's head and shoulders trying to console him.
"During the dinner I thought to beat you with belt, but then I could not do it"
"Thanks dad" Laurent said.
"But you can bet the next time I'll keep the promise if it's necessary. Now put on your PJ, rinse your face and go to bed. Ok?"
"Ok dad"
Mr. Henry gave Laurent a kiss and hugged hin leaving the room, he looked for the last time Laurent's bottom, It was really red. Surely Mr. Henry gave Laurent a good lesson. Michael went down when Luca was watching TV.
"Luca you can go upstairs with your brothers, but don't tease him, ok?
"Of course daddy".
Luca went up and came in the room. Laurent was wearing his pajamas, he had red eyes nd he was rubbing his bottom. Luca wasn't mad at him anymore. He heard Laurent's laments and he was very sorry for his brother. Luca tried to console Lau offering him a match with playstation, but Laurent refused.
"I prefer to go to bed, I don't want dad get mad again because we aren't in bed"
"Does he give you a lot of smack?" Luca asked.
"Too many. And I have to come back at 5.30 pm for a month"
"Does he use hairbrush?". Luca was curious.
"Yes and he promised to use belt nex time, so I'll behave for a lot of years because I don't want to taste it"
"Poor bro. I'm sorry if before I was mad at you but dad spanked me when you weren't here"
"Why does he spank you?" Laurent asked
"Because I backtalked"
"I'm sorry Luca, it's also my fault if you got it".
"Don't worry, it's only my fault, he would have spanked me even if you didn't come back late"
"Well bro, it's useless to cry over spilt milk. Now everything is over. Is your butt again sore?"
"Mhhh....yes, Looked at here" Luca pulled down his pant and showed Luca his light red bottom. Then he undressed and put on his PJs.
Laurent showed Luca his trophies: two red cheeks.
Luca never see his brothers punished so strictly and he was really sorry.
"_s_h_i_t_! It's very very red" He said.
"How many smack you got?" Luca asked.
"I don't know, I lost the count"
"I heard your yells"
"I said only "ahia" Laurent said.
"Those are yells?"
"Can't I?" Laurent asked with grudge
"When I got it with hairbrush I didn't yell" Luca said proudly.
"What are you doing Luca? Do you want to provoke me?"
"No No, don't worry" Luca said.
"It's better for you" With these words Laurent went to the bathroom.
He was again mad with himself, he remembered his long day: the match with friends, the return to home, the lecture, the punishment, his brother, ecc. And now Laurent was alone he could vent his tears.