Author's note: This story is the second in a trilogy. Each story, though, is self-contained, so it is not necessary to read the stories following or preceding it. These tales follow the three spankings of an eighteen year old high school senior. The first story involves a coach and the paddle, the second involves an "uncle" and the cane, and the third involves the "uncle" and the strap. These stories are fictional and certainly do not advocate the actual use of corporal punishment on minors. Comments are welcome. Enjoy!
Friday afternoon had come, and school was finally out for the weekend. Matt drove home in pain -- his butt ached from the paddling it had just gotten. However, despite the pain, Matt had to smile. He'd just gotten a good hard paddling from his favorite teacher, Coach O'Conner. Matt had always fantasized about getting paddled by the Coach, but never imagined that it could ever happen. However, when Coach O'Conner caught Matt skipping school earlier that day, the handsome teacher had taken matters into his own hands. Matt smiled even more -- he had gotten the erotic and disciplinary spanking he'd always craved. As he took his swats earlier that day, he could feel all the inner turmoil and bad behavior drain out of him. It was wonderful. Now, however, Matt's smile began to fade as he thought of how his recent behavior had caused his "Uncle" Jack so much disappointment. Matt sighed. Jack would probably ground him for two or three weeks for skipping school.
When Matt arrived home, he shuffled inside, let his backpack fall to the floor with a thud, and flopped down onto the couch. He let out a groan. His ass was still on fire from the paddling.
He shifted to one side so he could rub his aching butt and moaned again at the pain. It had been a long time since Matt had gotten paddled at school. In fact, he hadn't gotten swats since he was in elementary school -- that was back when the school district still allowed corporal punishment. These days, students were suspended for many of the offenses that previously would've earned a good paddling. Matt smiled again. Leave it to the Coach to keep the old school paddle in use. O'Conner, an old fashioned man, had hung onto the school's paddle after corporal punishment had been abandoned. Earlier that day -- when the Coach had caught Matt skipping school -- O'Conner offered Matt a choice: take suspension or take the paddle. Matt was glad he took the paddle.
As he sat on the couch moaning in pain, he remembered what the Coach had said about the punishment. "Your uncle made me promise a long time ago that if I ever had to give you a dose of the paddle, I'd tell him." The Coach and Uncle Jack were good friends, so it was quite natural that such a conversation had taken place. Matt tried imagined the look on his Uncle Jack's face when he found out about all this, but the thought made him a little sick. He hated the thought of disappointing Jack.
Matt had always looked up to Jack, whom he'd known his entire life. Jack and Matt's father had been best friends since high school, and when Matt's father died two years ago, Jack took the boy in and had taken care of him ever since. The two had gotten along well until recently, when Matt's behavior and attitude started earning him frequent groundings. Though Jack was a firm believer in corporal punishment, he had never spanked Matt -- the boy was too much of a friend to punish like that.
Matt watched TV for a while and had just started to forget about his previous encounter with the paddle until he heard his uncle come in the back door. Matt looked up from the TV to see Jack come into the living room and flop down exhaustedly onto the couch beside Matt.
"Hey sport," Jack said as he loosened his tie and undid his shirt-collar button, "How was school?"
"Fine," Matt said. He eyed Jack nervously. He assumed that Coach O'Conner would've called Jack at work to tell him about the paddling, but apparently not. Maybe the Coach changed his mind.
Jack smiled happily at Matt and then began watching TV. Jack was 38 years old and one of the kindest men Matt had ever known, not to mention one of the best looking. Besides being naturally handsome, the man was built -- chest, abs, arms, butt, everything. Though he played many sports, his favorite was baseball, and Jack was known for his ability to swing a powerful bat. Strong, handsome, nice -- all these qualities made Matt develop a bit of a crush on Jack, and there were many mornings when Jack would come down to breakfast in nothing but a pair of boxers, giving Matt the opportunity to admire the man's powerful chest and arms -- arms which Matt imagined would be equally good at swinging a paddle.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
"I got it," Jack said as he trotted out of the room to get the phone.
_d_a_m_n_ his ass looks good in slacks, Matt thought to himself. As Jack picked up the phone, Matt listened with a bit of dread. He couldn't hear anything but muttering coming from the other room. Matt wondered if it was the Coach telling Jack about the paddling. Matt swallowed hard -- it was a little embarrassing to have Jack find out that he had just gotten paddled. Of course, Jack was no stranger to the Coach's paddle. The Coach had just started teaching when Jack entered high school, and during the four years that he was in Coach O'Conner's classes, Jack had apparently gotten many strong doses of the Coach's paddle. The thought of Jack bending over for a hard spanking started to make Matt hard. However, the sensation was quickly lost when Jack hung up the phone and came back into the living room. He stood in the doorway looking at Matt with disappointment.
"School was fine?" Jack asked.
Matt swallowed and looked at the floor.
"Doesn't sound like it was fine to me," Jack continued.
Matt felt awful. He hated the look on Jack's face. He hated that Jack was disappointed in him.
Jack walked slowly over to Matt and knelt down in front of the boy, forcing Matt to make eye contact.
Matt couldn't take it. He blurted out, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I won't do it again. I'm sorry I let you down, Jack."
Jack sighed and stood up.
"It's ok if you ground me, Jack -- I know I deserve it."
Jack shook his head. "Matt, what's happened lately? You used to never misbehave. Now you're constantly getting in trouble at school, you're grades are slipping, and you've developed a serious attitude. And now you're skipping school?"
"I know, I'm sorry," Matt started, but Jack stopped him.
"Not this time, sport. I don't want to hear it. I think Coach O'Conner had the right idea today. Maybe it's time your punishments around here got more severe. I don't like seeing you slip like this, Matt. Maybe a good hard spanking will do the trick."
Matt looked up in horror, "What?"
"Maybe it's time you got some old fashioned discipline, Matt. I'm not going to ground you this time -- I'm going to spank you."
Though Matt had always secretly wanted Jack to spank him, the thought of it actually happening now was overwhelming.
"But, Jack, Coach O'Conner already --"
"I know what Coach O'Conner did. You got punished at school for your behavior, and now you're going to get punished at home. That's how it worked when your father and I were in school, Matt. If you got the board at school, you got it at home, too -- and you got it worse at home."
"What?" Matt couldn't believe his ears. He couldn't take a spanking from Jack. It was too embarrassing.
"From now on, Matt, whenever you act up, you're going to get a spanking instead of getting grounded."
"But..." Matt didn't know what else to say. He hated the idea of Jack punishing him like a little kid. It was humiliating.
"Go to your room, Matt. I'll be there in a little bit."
Matt sat there for a second, shocked, and unable to move. Slowly, though, he got up and went to his bedroom.
Sitting on his bed, Matt waited in dread for several minutes. His ass still hurt from the Coach's paddling. How bad would it be to get another spanking so soon after the first? And how would Jack spank him? Would he take Matt over his knee? Would he use his hand? Would Jack make him take it on his jeans or...he gulped...bare? Even though that last thought made him shiver a little, he secretly hoped it would be bare. The thought of baring his butt to Jack was a little exciting -- especially baring his butt for a good hard spanking. He never imagined he'd get so turned on during Coach O'Conner's paddling, but he did. Now, faced with the prospect of a spanking from Jack, Matt found that his jeans began to fit more snugly, what with the growing bulge in the front of his pants.
Suddenly, Jack appeared, carrying the meanest implement Matt had ever seen. Where on earth did Jack get that...thing?
"Stand up, Matt," Jack said in a gruff voice.
Matt stood up, trying to conceal the bulge in the front of his well-worn and form-fitting jeans. He was shaking a little bit with nervousness.
"This," Jack said holding up the implement, "is a rattan cane. My father used it on me when I was your age. He was brought up in a British household and got caned as punishment for disobedience and disrespect. When he raised me, he used the same method of discipline on my backside. I never had to learn the same lesson twice from this cane, Matt, and hopefully you won't either."
Matt had never seen Jack so authoritative and stern. Matt was impressed and got even more turned on.
"I want you to shape up, Matt, do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," Matt replied. Sir? Where did that come from? Matt had never called Jack "Sir" in his life, but somehow it seemed natural to say now.
"Alright, Matt, bend over and place your hands on the edge of the bed."
Matt nervously did as he was told. He placed his hands on the bed and stuck out his perfect round butt for punishment.
"You're going to receive six strokes, do you understand?"
Matt nodded.
"And Matt -- no matter how much it hurts, stay bent over. Understand?"
Matt nodded again.
Jack stepped back from Matt and took aim with the cane, making a few practice strokes in the air to be certain he wouldn't run into any furniture in mid-stroke. He tapped the cane on Matt's snugly-fitting jeans several times before beginning. While he took one last aim, Jack admired Matt's beautiful muscular body. He was impressed with how Matt's physique had changed over the past two years. When Matt's father died, the boy had been pretty scrawny, but now...he had become quite a stud, Jack thought. Then, with that thought, Jack brought the cane back and let it land with full force on Matt's ass.
Exploding with a fiery force, Matt's body shivered at the pain of the first stroke. Getting caned after being paddled earlier that afternoon was more painful than Matt imagined. He moaned in agony. He had hoped that his jeans would provide him with better protection than that.
"One," Jack counted in a deep stern voice.
CRACK! Again, the cane landed on Matt's backside, exploding in a pain greater than Matt had ever felt. A surge of energy ran through his body, almost making him stand up in pain, but he kept his position like Jack had instructed him.
"Two," Jack counted.
CRACK! The cane landed on Matt's butt, erupting in so much pain, Matt had to stand up. Rubbing his sore ass, Matt started to speak.
"I'm sorry Uncle Jack, I had to! Coach O'Conner's paddling hurt so bad, and now this. I just --"
"Matt, I don't want to hear it," Jack said firmly. You knew you were breaking the rules when you skipped school, and now you're going to accept your punishment, do you understand?"
Matt felt so ashamed. Jack was right. He knew he shouldn't have skipped school, but he did anyway. Now he would just have to take what he had coming.
"Yes, Sir," Matt replied and resumed the position.
"That makes number three," Jack reminded Matt.
Jack took aim and let another stroke land.
Matt felt his eyes well up with tears. The pain was awful, but he was determined to stick it out.
"Four," Jack counted.
CRACK! The cane landed again, but this time Matt was unable to stay down. He jumped up again, grabbing his sore ass.
"Matt!!" his uncle cried out angrily.
"I'm sorry, Sir, I just --"
"Matt, I don't want to hear it. When I got caned as a boy, my father made me keep my position. If I didn't, he added two strokes to the count, and he made me take the remainder of the punishment bare."
At this, Matt almost started to cry. "But Jack, I don't think I can."
Jack looked into Matt's tear-filled eyes. It broke his heart to see Matt in so much pain; he briefly considered letting the boy off the hook, but he knew that wouldn't do Matt any good. Deep down, he knew Matt would be a better man in the long run if he was made to take the caning.
"I'm sorry, Matt," Jack said, "but you're going to have to take the rest of them bare. That last one was number five. With the two extra strokes for standing up, that means you have three left. Pants off, Matt."
Tears rolled down Matt's face as he stared into his Uncle's eyes. Jack had never been this strict with him before. Matt hated seeing his uncle so disappointed, but deep down, Matt knew Jack was doing the best thing. Matt knew he needed this kind of punishment.
Slowly unbuttoning his jeans, Matt pushed his pants down to his ankles. Kicking off his shoes, Matt stepped out of his pants and stood in front of his uncle in nothing but socks, a form fitting shirt, and a snug pair of grey boxer-briefs. Matt was glad that the pain of the caning had made his erection go down.
"Please, Uncle Jack, not bare -- not this time," Matt whimpered a little as he said this.
Jack's heart was breaking. He hadn't seen Matt in tears since his father died. It was too much for him.
"Alright, sport, I'll make you a deal. Two strokes on your boxer-briefs, and the last one will be bare. But if you stand up --"
Matt didn't need to hear the rest of it. He wiped his eyes quickly.
"I won't, Sir! I promise!" Matt was so glad at the prospect of only taking one bare cut of the cane, he assumed the position again without being asked.
Jack was impressed with the lad's willingness to take the revised punishment. As Matt bent over, Jack got an even better view of Matt's improved musculature. Down to business, he told himself.
"Three more, Matt. I'll try to make them quick."
Matt nodded.
Jack quickly took aim and gave Matt another stroke.
"One," Jack counted.
Matt closed his eyes and clenched his fists. He could feel a welt already forming from that last stroke. The pain was intense, but Matt dug in, determined not to move.
SWISH, CRACK!
"Two," Jack called out.
Matt gasped at the pain. That stroke landed in the exact same place as the last. He felt the welt swell up more. The pain continued this time, not subsiding at all. Soon it was too much for Matt, and he started crying softly.
Jack placed his hand on Matt's back and quietly said, "One more, sport. Sorry -- it has to be bare."
Matt felt Jack hook his thumbs under the waistband of the boxer-briefs and gently slide them off. A mixture of excitement and embarrassment filled Matt. He loved that Jack was seeing his body, but hated that it had to be like this. Even so, Matt was aroused by the position he found himself in. Then he felt the cane tap his ass gently as Jack took aim.
As Jack lined up the cane one last time, he paused briefly to admire Matt's perfectly sculpted butt and legs. He also took a moment to admire the mixture of welts from the cane and the beautiful red glow leftover from one of Coach O'Conner's good old paddlings. Secretly, Jack loved getting spanked by the Coach, and remembered getting into trouble once or twice just so he could feel the wonderful bite of the handsome Coach's paddle. Jack started getting hard just thinking about it. And with that thought still in his head, Jack brought the cane back one last time and let it land with more force than any other stroke he'd given.
Matt yelled out in pain; his body quivered from the shock, and he started crying loudly. He was glad it was over, glad Jack had punished him, and glad he took the last three strokes without breaking position.
"Stand up, Matt," Jack said softly.
Matt stood up gingerly, not wanting to cause his backside anymore pain than it was already in. Still crying, he stood facing his uncle.
"I'm sorry I let you down, Jack."
Jack put his arms around Matt and enveloped him in the most comforting hug Matt had ever received.
"I'm proud of you, sport. You took that well. Pretty good for your first caning."
Matt sank into Jack's arms, feeling proud that he took the punishment he deserved. As they stood there hugging, Matt began to feel a growing bulge in Jack's pants. Matt's mind began to race -- did Jack secretly like spanking him as much as he was beginning to like getting spanked?
"Matt, you're a good kid, and I want you to grow up to be a good man. That's why I get so concerned when you get out of line."
"I know, Uncle Jack, I'm sorry," Matt said, feeling his and Jack's hardons continue to grow.
"That's why I'm giving you another spanking first thing tomorrow morning," Jack said, pulling out of the hug.
"What!?" Matt cried out. His stomach sank along with his erection.
"I told you, Matt, when your dad and I were young, the rule was: if you get it at school, you get it worse at home."
"But, Uncle Jack, Sir..."
"Matt," Jack said sternly, "you're getting a strapping first thing tomorrow morning, and that's final."
Matt stammered for a second, trying to think of something to say.
"But...why tomorrow?" Matt asked.
Jack raised his eyebrows. "You want to take the rest of your punishment now? I was just trying to give your ass a break, but if you want it now, "Jack said while starting to unbuckle his belt.
"No, no! I mean, no, Sir. Tomorrow will be fine, Sir." Matt looked down at the floor, hoping he wouldn't have to take the rest of the punishment now because of his big mouth.
Jack smiled a little, then said, "Alright -- tomorrow it is. I expect you up and in my office at 7:00AM sharp ready for your strapping. Your punishment isn't over yet, Matt. Stay in your room for the rest of the night -- I'll bring you your dinner."
As Jack walked out, he started to close the door behind him, but then stopped.
"Oh, Matt..."
"Yes, Sir?" Matt asked, hoping Jack wasn't about to add anything else to his punishment.
"Just a word of advice. You might want to leave those boxer-briefs off and spend the rest of the afternoon on your stomach," Jack added with a smile.
Matt smiled. Grateful for the somewhat obvious tip, he responded with an enthusiastic, "Yes, Sir!"
Jack closed the door behind him, his hardon almost gone. As he walked back to his bedroom, cane in hand, he smiled. So, he thought, Matt likes to get spanked. This ought to make tomorrow very interesting.
And with that, Matt and Jack both eagerly awaited tomorrow morning's punishment.