Life was good. It was the last day of my senior year, I had just turned 18, and it was going to be a great summer. I stepped out of the shower of my last gym class, and for the final time, grabbed the little freshman that I had been tormenting all year. He had just stripped out of his street clothes, and was about to pull on his gym kit. I pulled the jock from his hand, and picked him up and headed for the door leading to the fields. He begged and cried, like he always did, but I didn't listen, I just pulled open the door, and pushed him outside, naked and crying like a baby. I locked the door, and walked back into the locker room. I high fived a couple of my friends, dressed, and headed out to my last class of high school.
Just as I walked into the hall, the fire alarm sounded. It was the 4th time this week that the alarm had been set off, but all the normal procedures were in effect. Everyone headed for the doors, grouped into their homerooms for head count, and waited for the all clear. When the all clear bell rang, we headed back inside, and finally, 40 minutes later, it was all over. I was finished with high school. Exams had been a bitch, but I knew I had done well, and I was ready for one last summer bash before starting college in the fall.
I walked home with a couple of friends, made plans to meet at the lake later for some beers, and just enjoyed the day. As I turned into my driveway, I noticed the Lincoln, but didn't think too much about it. I walked into the house, threw my books on the chair, and headed into the kitchen for a drink. As I walked past the den, my father called out to me.
I stepped into the den, and my heart stopped. There on the couch was the freshman I had pushed outside. His face was red and it was easy to see he had been crying. Next to him sat a man I assumed was his father, looking grim and angry. My dad sat behind the desk. He looked at me with smoldering anger in his eyes.
"Dennis, I know you have met Randy...this is his father. They have been telling me about how you've treated Randy this school year, and what happened today. Randy was humiliated, pushed outside without any clothes, embarassed to have to have the girls gym class see him naked and crying during the fire drill. I hope you're proud of yourself, young man."
"Gosh, I'm sorry Randy. I didn't know the fire drill was going to happen...I thought the guys in your class would just let you back in like always." I was really surprised the little twerp had been so embarrased. I had forgotten all about him when the fire alarm sounded.
My dad wasn't impressed with my apology, "Sorry isn't going to cut it this time, Dennis. You are going to be severely punished for your actions."
My heart stopped for the second time in 5 minutes. The phrase 'severely punished' usually only meant one thing...a butt blistering. Now my dad hadn't spanked me for over a year, and I thought I was past the prospect of going over his knee. "Gee, Dad, I said I was sorry. What more can I do?"
"You can't do anything, that's the point. Randy was embarassed, humiliated, and so you are going to get some of your own medicine. For starters, you are going to get your butt tanned, and tanned good. I know you think you're too old for this, but you're not. You're about to get the spanking you deserve. Get out of your clothes, boy. I want you just as naked as Randy was when you pushed him out that door."
"Dad, please...you can't mean you're going to spank me in front of them??!!"
"That's exactly what I mean, and if I have to tell you to get naked again, you won't like what happens. Do it, and do it NOW!"
I could see by the look in his eyes that there was no hope. I was about to be humbled in a big way. I didn't argue the point, because I knew it would only make the punishment worse, if that was possible. I pulled my shirt over my head as I kicked off my shoes. I unbuckeled my belt and slid my jeans off, pulling my socks off along with them, and stood covered only by my tight white briefs.
"I said naked, boy." My father's voice was shaking with anger. I looked over at the boy and his father sitting on the couch. Both of them had a look of smug satifaction on their faces. I closed my eyes, and slid my jockies off, leaving me naked, in front of them.
My dad stood up, and opened the desk drawer. He took out the shower brush that served as a paddle for our most serious offenses. It was about 12" long, with a round wooden head about 4". I remember how much it bit and stung the last time I got tanned with it.
"Bring the chair out to the center of the room, Dennis."
I felt really embarrassed as I pulled the desk chair into position. My dad sat in the chair, and motioned for me to take my position. I looked into his eyes, and saw no mercy there. I was going to get it, and get it good. There was no way out, and I knew it. I took my position over his knees. This pointed my bare butt towards Randy and his father, giving them a bird's eye view of every private part of my anatomy.
"Please Dad...." I started to say, but he cut me off.
"Boy, this is going to happen, and happen right now. You didn't show Randy any mercy, and I'm not going to show you any. I raised you better than to do what you did, and you know what happens when you do wrong...you get punished. Randy and his father get to see you get punished because I want you to be as embarassed and that boy was. I hope you remember every minute of this spanking...and there are going to be a lot of minutes, believe me."
With that said, he picked up the shower brush and started blistering my bare ass. Never before had he started with the brush. He had alway started with a long hand spanking warm up. The brush on virgin skin was incredible! It felt like bees stinging my ass with every stroke. That _d_a_m_n_ed brush covered every part of my ass from the top to the extra tender part near the top of the leg. He swung it hard, in measured beat, about one swat every 10 seconds. I squirmed, even tried to cover my butt with my hand, but he just grabbed my arm and pulled it behind my back. The swats kept raining down on my ass, and I forgot about the pair on the couch. I squirmed harder, but couldn't escape the burning pain that kept assaulting my ass. I felt the tears form, I kicked, giving Randy a good view of my butt hole, and didn't care. I just wanted the spanking to stop. I begged, pleaded, and finally started to cry, but that brush just kept pounding into my butt.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, it stopped. I stood up, and started to rub my burning ass. "Don't even think about it, boy.", snapped my dad. "You know the rules...one hour corner time...in the kitchen...get, right now, or I'll start over.
I couldn't believe it...here I was, 18 years old, and I had to walk bare assed into the kitchen, and stand in the corner with my red, bare ass exposed to every one who walked by, just like when I was a little kid. I was so humiliated I couldn't even look at Randy or his dad. I opened the den door, and walked to the corner by the refrigerator. I knew the rules, I couldn't move, or say anything. I was fair game for any kind of teasing my brothers or anyone wanted to torture me with. It had always been the worst part of being punished, and it wasn't any easier now.
I did my time, and finally the time bell sounded. I walked back to the den to collect my clothes, but they were gone. My dad was sitting behind the desk again. He looked up at me. "This is the second part of your punishment, Dennis."
"What do you mean, Dad?"
"For the next week, you can stay naked."
"Dad...that isn't fair!" I started to argue.
"You're right...it isn't...let's make it 10 days. You want to try for two weeks?"
I wasn't stupid...I knew it would only get worse. "No, Dad."
"OK...for the next 10 days, you get no clothes, period. You also get no special treatment...chores, meals, everything else stays the same. If I catch you with so much as a pair of socks on, I'll add two more weeks. Do you understand?"
"But Dad, Mike (my brother) will have friends over, just to embarass me. And I have to mow the lawn. I can't go out in front of the house naked like this..."
He seemed to think about it for a minute. "OK", he said. "You can buy your clothes for any six hour period."
"Buy them? How much do I have to pay?"
"Oh, not money, son. Any time you want to get your clothes back for six hours, just come find me, with the shower brush in your hand. You will get another dose just like you got here, and then you get to be dressed for 6 hours."
I started to argue, but he cut me off, "One word, boy, and you'll only be able to buy 4 hours."
I got through the next 10 days. It was the most humiliating time of my life. I had to ask for 5 spankings with that dreaded brush. I learned my lesson. I'll tell you more details next time I write.