The following is a true story of a punishment my Dad gave to me when I was 19 and a Senior in High School. I was still living at home with Mom and Dad-they had very little to live on and I was in my Senior year of High School. Dad was a very strict German Immigrant who demanded obedience and me maintaining a good grade point average in school-despite my working after school to help my parents out. Dad's word was law!!! If I came home with a bad grade on my report card, I knew it meant the two tail strap across my bare ass out in the barn.

Anyway, my friends that I ran around with in my senior year, were kind of rowdies as my parents called them. Actually they had just as strict a parents, as I did and got spanked just as hard as I was, if they got out line, but the guys I was friends with, like to have a little fun, just as I did, so long as we didn't get caught! Well this one day we all decided to ditch school. At first all went well and we were drinking beer and listening to rock and roll in this guys car, and he had a cherry red 1944 Ford sedan, which we all help him to restore to the show room appearance.

This day, we took four of us up to the Colorado foothills in a secluded spot for out party. There was Larry, who owned the car, Steve, Chris and myself. Well, things got pretty wild-it was a beautiful warm spring day so we decided to play strip poker and all got to sunbathe naked. The beer had taken its effects and we were all nicely sunbathing without a stitch of clothing on, when suddenly a stern voice called out, "What the hell are you guys doing?"

We all jumped at once-beer bottles in hand, to face a stern faced Sheriff's deputy, who was not at all sympathetic to our private party, in fact he was a down right ass hole. In fact, we were sure when we got done at the Sheriffs office, that this deputy had never been 18 or 19 years old, though didn't look much over 25.

Our parents were called and informed that we had "been arrested." Unknown to us, our Alma Mater School had also called all of our parents to see why we were not in school. We knew we were in deep trouble when we got home! Plus, we knew we would all have to face the Principal with his stout wooden paddle the next day-if we could even get to school, after our Dad's got through with us tonight!! Plus we had charges of "drinking as Minors and Indecent Exposure" to face. We were four scared puppies.

Our parents finally arrived after what seemed to be an eternity in a jail cell and got us out. Larry's car was driven home by his Dad and his Mother took Larry out the door of the Sheriffs Office by his ear. Steve, Chris and I were not so lucky. My Dad arrived carrying the dreaded strap and Chris' Dad arrived carrying a stout razor strap. We were taken to the Sheriff's Private office and the Sheriff and Deputy that arrested us both present. We were ordered to "strip naked". We gingerly obeyed, our shoes, socks, shirts, finally our Levi's and shorts, and totally naked we were ordered to lie down over our respective Dad's laps. Needless to say we had little choice but to obey.

After our sound strappings from our Dad's, we were ordered to get dressed by the Sheriff and to go home. No charges would be filed for out mis conduct. We swiftly got dressed, gingerly pulling out shorts over our well blistered young asses and with full knowledge that this spanking was only a portion of what was to come after we got home from our Dad's.

We were so humiliated by being spanked in front of the Sheriff, his deputy and each other, tears of not only the pain radiating from our ass cheeks but the humiliation of being spanked in front of a Sheriff and his young Deputy, streamed down our young faces.

We were about an hour from home where I lived. We were driving through the forest of pines all the way and it was very secluded and very much as nature had left it and very beautiful. Dad suddenly pulled off on this side road into the forest, after driving about a mile off of the main road, he stopped his pickup. "Get out of the truck Son." he ordered. I obeyed with no questions. "Get against that tree", (he pointed to a large pine tree). I obeyed. "Now get your hands up there!" he ordered. Scared as hell with my ass cheeks still on fire I obeyed. Dad went to the truck and got a length of rope out, returning to where I stood, he tied a loop around my right wrist and another around my left wrist then wound the remaining rope around the tree. I was helpless!!!!

I felt my tight Levi's and shorts being pulled to my ankles and then Dad walked slowly back to the pickup and again got the strap out. Dad stood there for a while just watching me cringe, beg and plead, Dad's anger had ebbed a bit and he finally walked over to me and slowly rubbing my bare, burning ass cheeks, with his big calloused hand stated, "Son, if I didn't give a _d_a_m_n_ about your making a better time in life down the road, I wouldn't do this to you." Then he backed up.

I heard the strap draw back and cringed and screamed in pain as it landed. Dad covered every square inch of my naked ass and uppermost thighs, which were already beet red and sore as hell from the initial spanking. Finally he stopped and laid the strap down, then walked up and finished with a sound hand spanking. Tears of pain streamed down my face as Dad again rubbed his big hands tenderly over my well blistered ass and uppermost thighs. "O. K. son, your spanking is over with me. You just have to face your mother and the School Principal. I hope you learned your lesson today!"

I could barely sit down at all in comfort-tears streamed down my face most of the way home and when I got there, Mom was waiting to scold me-actually she was ready to take in the bedroom and blister my ass again, but Thank God, Dad interceded and told that I had already had enough spankings for today and that he thought I had learned my lesson. Mom agreed at least partially, she still grabbed me by the ear and marched me into the bedroom, took down my pants and shorts and gave me a sound hand spanking over the edge of the bed, but it didn't hurt as much as the strap. But I was certainly getting used to being spanked that day.

Mom retired from the bedroom, after telling me to get cleans up-dinner was in an hours. I pulled up my shorts and tight Levi's and walked out to wash my tear streaked face. Nothing more was said about what I had done. I got up the next morning, did my chores, and went gingerly to school, knowing the Principal was there to greet each student, as was his habit.

He had but four words to utter too me, those were; down to the office. I walked slowly to his office, dreading what was to come. I opened the door to find a very tear streaked Larry, Steve and Chris-all waiting for their final punishment. We consoled each other as best we could, each telling about what they got the night before-to little avail, for the Principal walked in. He took his stout oak paddle from his desk and faced us squarely and sternly. "All right, you boys know why you are here, as well as I do, so let's get it over with. Craig, you and Steve pull your Levi's down and get over the edge of my desk." (we got to keep out shorts up). Steve and I looked at each other desperately seeking help, but neither of us could do anything but obey, as we slowly walked over and lowered our pants then laid over the top of the desk.

"Twenty five swats is called for this kind of infraction," the Principal stated sternly. The loud crack of the paddle made me bounce as it connect the first time-I let out a scream, of pain. The next scream was hear from Steve, as the paddle met soundly on the seat of his tight white shorts. After 25 strokes of the paddle, we were let up and ordered to pull our pants up. Chris and Larry who had been watching were ordered to pull their pants down and get over the desk. There was no mercy shown with that wicked oak paddle which had four holes drilled in it to cut down the air buffer zone between the paddle and it's target. Each of us got twenty five strokes hard, a piece. First one, then the other got the same spanking, on already very sore ass cheeks. We were allowed our choice of attending class following our spanking or going down to the Agricultural Farm and cleaning the barn and chicken house. We chose the latter, as embarrassment entering our classes with tears still flowing would have been totally unbearable.

We were escorts to the farm area, on foot by the head Custodian and shown what we had to do. Then he left us and returned to the school, warning us, "if this work isn't done, you're in for worse tomorrow!" We were still rubbing our blistered butts with one hand, as we took the shovel and pitchfork from him.

Well, we did our work and got credit for attending classes that day, but we also had a little bit of fun. we finished early about two hours before school let out. Steve suggested we might play around a bit with each other, as we had been doing when we got caught the day before. Chris and Larry were a bit scared-so was I. But we finally decided that we could do it safely if we hurried. Well, we found a very secluded spot in one of the barns, and we had a fantastic jack off session-shooting loads of cum way up on our chests. We cleaned up with loosed hay and an old ray we found hanging in the barn. It was really great and we did not get caught doing this.