Scott Heftie padded into the kitchen in socked feet. His dad was taking a nap and he didnt want to wake him up, since he knew his daddy didnt want him getting into the cookie jar and thats what he was about to do. He walked up to the counter and climbed on it and reached for the cookie jar. He had to be careful, because his dad was already mad at him and his brother, Bradley, for throwing a temper tantrum.
He stood on his tiptoes and reached for the jar and got his hand on it and started to pull it towards him. He pulled it a bit too close to the edge of the refrigerator and before he could catch it, it was falling to the floor, where it crashed and broke into pieces. Scott gasped and began to tremble, his 6-year-old body shaking hard, as he looked at the broken cookie jar.
Dad woke with a start in the front room and got up. He walked to the kitchen and saw the jar and then at Scott. It took him a second to register what happened and then he looked right at Scotts eyes, SCOTT JOSE HEFTIE!! Did I not say to stay away from the cookie jar? And you also know not to climb on the counter, dont you?
Yes daddy, Scott said, I am sorry about the cookie jar. I will buy a new one with my allowance money.
Im not too worried about the jar as it can be replaced. What I am worried about is your disobedience and breaking rules that you know better than to break. I want you to clean this up, then go stand in the living room corner while I go see what your brother is up to, Dad commands.
BUT, Scott protests, Please daddy.
GO SCOTT!! NOW!! Dad orders. He helps Scott down and Scott grabs a broom and a dustpan and starts cleaning up the broken cookie jar in silence. He is trembling, knowing whats going to happen pretty soon.
Dad went to the bedroom and smelled smoke wafting out from it. His eyes got big and he got angry and knocked on the door. There was a pause and then the door opened. Hi dad, 14 yr. old Bradley said, Whats up?
Oh, not much. Were you smoking in here? Dad asked.
No dad. Why? Bradley asks.
Because I smelled it and because you didnt hide your cigarette butt too well. And now BRADLEY TYLER HEFTIE, you just lied to me. You and your brother both had a chance to get off with only punishment for your tantrums, which is still to follow, now your going to get spankings too. Go to my room and get my thick leather belt, take it out and sit it on the sofa then go stand in a corner. NOW!
NO! Bradley said crossly.
You dont tell me no, young man. You can get the hairbrush and take it out there too, Dad commanded.
Please daddy. Im sorry. I will be good, Bradley begged.
Oh, I know you will young man, I know you will. Now move, Dad tells Bradley.
Bradley obeys and goes to the bedroom and gets the hairbrush and belt and takes them to the sofa, then stands in the corner opposite the one Scott, having finished cleaning the kitchen, was standing in. Dad checked the job, saw no mess and nothing under the rug and went out to the front room. He went and got a couple things from his room and set them under a pillow under the sofa and then let the boys stew in the corner for a while. They both looked cute, Scott in his Power Rangers t-shirt and blue shorts and Bradley in his Courtney Cox t-shirt and faded blue jeans.
After about 30 minutes he turned off the TV, went to the kitchen and got a plastic spatula out of the drawer and went and sat back down on the sofa. Scott, come here to me please, he requested of his youngest son. Scott nervously padded over to him and stood in front of him. Scott, can you tell me what you did that has earned you a spanking?
I disobeyed you and went to get cookies from the cookie jar after you told me no and I climbed on the counter, which is against the rules, Scott hesitantly replied.
Thats correct son. And how am I going to spank you? Dad asks.
On the bare bottom, daddy, Scott replied.
Yes, thats right son. Put your hands on your head. When that was done, Dad unbuttoned his shorts and slid them down to his ankles and then reached for his Scooby Doo underoos and pulled them down to his ankles as well. He slowly pulled Scott across his lap and positioned him there. He rubbed his boys upturned bottom for a few minutes and then told Scott, This is going to hurt Scott. And hurt a lot. But you will learn to obey me and to follow my rules. I dont want you covering up during the spanking or trying to get off my lap, but you can cry and kick and scream all you want. He lifted Scotts shirt up his back and waited for his boy to un-tense a little.
He raised his hand about a foot above Scotts bottom, waited a few minutes and then began to spank Scotts bottom with hard, rapid swats.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He stopped the hand spanking. Scott was bawling over his lap, Ill be good daddy. I promise. Ill be really good.
Dad rubbed Scotts back and soothed him, I know you will son, I know it. And I am going to make sure of it. Since you disobeyed me and broke a rule in the kitchen, I am going to spank you with something from the kitchen. Remember, no covering up. He got the spatula, rested it against his sons bottom and raised it up and whapped it against his sons bottom hard.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
Scott was kicking hard and bawling and crying up a storm and he reached back to cover up. SCOTT! I warned you not to cover up, now youre getting a few extras after the main spanking is over. He moved Scotts hand up along his back, raised the spatula and brought it down hard across his bottom.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
He stopped the spanking, Scotts but a cherry red, and told Scott, Now, here come the extras. They are going to hurt a lot, but I warned you. Try not to buck too much, OK?
He spread Scotts legs and brought the spatula down on Scotts right inner cheek
WHAP! WHAP!
Then on his left inner cheek
WHAP! WHAP!
Then he brought it down on the right inner thigh
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Then he smacked the left inner thigh.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
Scott was screaming by now and bawling his eyes out. IM SORRY DADDY!! ILL BE GOOD!!
Dad rubbed his back and shoulders till he was soothed and calmed down and then lifted him up and cuddled and rocked him. He then gently set him on his back and diapered him. Your punishment for the tantrum is wearing a diaper. You act like a baby and I will treat you like one.
Once Scott was calm again, he gave him a squeeze, Ok, back to the corner and put your hands on your head.
Yes daddy, Scott said and hugged him and walked back to the corner and stood there.
OK Bradley, its your turn son, Dad said and waited for him to come over.
TO BE CONTINUED.....