I write each of my stories with the other close at hand. So you would be well advised to read the introduction entitled "The New Homeschool" before reading this one, then just follow along. Each story is pure fiction.
There were 15 boys in my school, ranging in age from 8 through 16. The 16-year old was my son, Chris. Chris graduated early, which was probably the greatest reason I was chosen to lead the new school. He would now function as my assistant, tutoring and maintaining discipline as needed, but certainly subject to the same standards as the other boys in the class. Some of the parents, knowing the strictness with which I raised Chris and seeing the undeniable fruit of my efforts, deliberately enrolled their problem children with me. The first day of school was finally here and I must make an impression on my boys.
"Class," I began, "Have each of you read the Disciplinary Statement passed out by my son at the beginning of this period and which your parents signed?"
"Yes, Mr. Stern," most of them replied in unison. I noted those who did not: red-headed, 9-year old Billy, 12-year old Charles and 13-year old Sam.
"Is there some reason why you, Billy, Charles and Sam did not respond with the rest of the class?" I asked.
To which question Billy just kind of laughed and answered sarcastically, "Noooooo, Mr. Stern."
Not wanting a conflict right then, choosing my words carefully, letting them fall off my lips slowly with a firmness that could not be mistaken, I responded "Very good, then."
"Young men, I want to introduce you to my son. This good-looking 16-year old is my son, Chris, in whom I am well-pleased." At which point, Chris and I exchanged smiles.
"Chris was raised under the same, very strict standards as you will be here, subject to the same discipline. Indeed, he is still today. Although he will not deny the truth of Gods word, which states that no discipline is pleasing for the moment he will wholeheartedly affirm also that it will yield the peaceable fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it. For he stands before you now a college student, having graduated with honors at 15."
The kids exchanged surprised glances with each other, which made my heart swell with pride, and Chris and I again exchanged smiles.
"For that reason," I continued, "Chris will be my assistant in this class. He has the same authority as I and may discipline you as he sees fit. Look closely at his arms. They are strong and he will not tolerate disobedience or disrespect. Nor will he show the mercy in disciplining you as I, someone older, may be inclined to show. You will find Chris to be your best friend or your worst enemy. Its that simple." Wondering whether Chris and I were on the same page, I decided to test him a little bit.
"At this point," I said, "I will let Chris talk to you now as I suspect he already has a few people with whom he would like to speak. Chris."
"Thanks, Dad," and he confidently continued, "Dad was right. His discipline was hard, but I can assure you that whatever you receive at his hand, I have received more. I will join him in his firmness, however, because I believe in what he says. He was hard on me but he said he it would pay off and it has. Thats why Im before you today not in the seats with you. As such, I will demand that respect from each of you. Billy, come up here, please."
Red-headed Billy was taken by surprise. Nine years old, full of energy and he think he wants to be the class clown. Chris would have none of that. He watched the boy as he approached. His body was shapely, even for a 9-year old. His shoulders were just slightly wider than his waist and his butt had a noticeable bounce. As with all red-heads, he was noticeably fair skinned, but that would soon change.
"Yessir," Billy said, as he stood before Chris.
"Billy, earlier when my father was speaking you were rude first not to have answered but then you thought you would add a little sarcasm to your tone and be the class clown. Billy, neither my dad nor I appreciated it."
Stealing a glance at me, I nodded my approval that he was on the right track. I was so proud.
Head down, the wind out of his sails, Billy mumbled, "Yessir."
So, Chris continued, "Because this is the first day of class and we have been spending so much time talking about the discipline you kids will receive, I have decided to use your rudeness and disrespect as an example. Therefore, I am giving you a choice: You may have your bare bottom spanked in front of the whole class, or you may go into the punishment room and have your bare bottom whipped."
Turning to the class, he quickly explained what he meant. "To my left you will see a room separated by a curtain. Inside that room are all the instruments of punishment my dad and I will use in correcting each of you. The curtain allows your nakedness to be hidden from class sight but they will still hear everything so as to deter each of you from visiting it."
Facing Billy again, Chris continued, "If you are concerned about revealing your butt to the class, you need not be. Every student in here, including myself, will find themselves bared for a spanking at one time or another. You will only be the first. The pain of the whipping you will receive isnt worth the shame of having your nakedness exposed, but thats your call. Which is it to be, Billy? The spanking or the whipping?" A tear could already be seen falling, as he replied, "The spanking, I guess."
"Very well," Chris turned to me, "Would you like to set the stage, Dad?"
"Yes, Chris, I would. Thanks."
Turning to face the class, then, "As you can see boys, this is no game. Billy is about to receive a spanking he will not forget and, I expect, neither will you. Since this is the first, however, all of you need to hear some basic instructions: Number One, when you are told to lower your pants, drop them or however we give the command, your response is to be immediate and the same. You will first unfasten your pants, push them to your ankles, and then lower your briefs in the same manner. You will position yourself as instructed and you will not move until you are told, even if you think the spanking is over because you were told you would receive a certain number of licks, you may not move until instructed. Some parents, especially dads, wrongly have the idea that you should take a spanking without crying. You will find my son and I to be just the opposite. We want to hear you cry, we want to hear you apologize through your tears, we want to hear your pain. We wont stop, in fact, until we do. Playing tough guy with us will only make us reduce you to a blubbering mess. Resistance in any form will be punished harshly. Specifically, you are not to tighten your bottom, move out of the way or move your hands in the way. Is all that understood?"
With a seriousness that could now not be mistaken, the entire class replied, "Yes, Mr. Stern."
"Very well, Chris, continue."
"Thanks, Dad."
Turning to Billy, Chris said, "Billy, face the blackboard and drop your pants."
Quietly crying to himself, the class could see him wrestle with his button through trembling hands as he turned away. The class saw him unzip, pushing his pants down to his ankles. Followed by his underwear, just as he had been instructed, revealing a fair skinned, nicely rounded buttocks with a shirttail resting on the top of the cleft and just hanging over. He sort of glanced at Chris, wondering what he was to do next. He didnt have to wonder long.
Chris entered the punishment room and came out with what looked like a cushion for a piano bench. Placing the cushion on the edge of desk, he hoisted Billy on to it. Billys bottom was now centered on the edge of the desk with his legs hanging off. The class could hear him crying now.
Very quickly, Chris made some introductory remarks, "Billy, neither rudeness nor disrespect will be tolerated in this class. What you receive today will be nothing compared to what awaits you if it continues. Do I make myself clear?" Through his cries, Billy managed, "Yes-s-s-sir."
"Very well then," Chris stepped to the side to ensure as much of the class could see as desired and very quickly began spanking Billy hard. Billys fair skin quickly showed the results of his spanking as one handprint appeared, then another, and another. His bottom was turning redder and redder, and soon no handprint was distinguishable in the mess.
Billy was crying loudly but he was holding fairly still. Each globe of his bottom bounced with each new strike. Left, right, top, bottom. Around and around the right hand of Chris went and where it struck next, no one knew. Billy had all but kicked off his pants and they were hanging over his shoes the rest of the way to the floor. The spanking continued, and Billy began to beg.
"Please, C-c-c-chrris, Il-l-l b-b-b-ee gooddd," Billy stammered through his tears.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Chris continued to spank Billy until the class could visibly see Billys body just go limp as the spanking continued. Chris had learned how to watch for the signs only through years of being spanked just like this. He knew when the message had been received, and so he stopped.
Gently, he picked Billy up and placed him on the ground. He had to steady Billy because his legs almost gave out. He helped Billy compose himself, raise and fasten his pants. Then he hugged him close, tousled his hair and said, "Hey, I love you kids and I want you to have the future I have, but it comes at a high price. Please dont make me do this often, okay?"
Billy hugged him back and returned to his seat sniffling.
Each of the kids just kind of sucked in the wind at what they had just seen, wondering who would be next. They wouldnt have to wonder long.