I am Bruce. I'm a 14 year old boy in the 8th grade, junior high. I like to wear shorts and a T-Shirt for my spankings when my friends spank me for doing something wrong to them. It is comfortable, but they make me strip naked. See, my friends and I are tough, and we find it cool to spank each other bare. We think the more pain the better. We even use leather straps, belts, paddles with holes, canes, ANYTHING BRUTAL BUT OUR HANDS! Why not our hands? That's a sissy spanking. What are we 5? We spank each other like men and not like little children getting spanked and put into corners for 15 minutes. We believe in the real deal!
Once, I was spanked for stealing lunch money off of my friend. Ha ha ha. I got it good! Lemme tell ya that! I was a slick lunch money stealer till I got caught. I was running late for a bus, and I needed some money since I had missed the school bus. I ran to Jeremy's pocket (my best friend), and I pickpocketed his lunch money, and he didn't even notice (this is a fictional story). I'm great at pickpocketing! I stole it, but then he noticed his lunch money was gone when he reached into his pocket to check to see that he still had it, because he's very careful with his lunch money, and he looked at me with it and said,
"You're in trouble, mister! Sound spanking for you after school! You're gonna get it so bad you won't know what hit you!" He took the money back, and we went to school.
After school, we went straight into my dad's garage (since no one was home), and Jeremy told me to strip naked. I knew the rules of my friends. If I'm told to do something by Jeremy, I had d a m n well better do it! I obeyed. I started pulling off my shirt, my jeans, and then the rules were that the one spanking me had to bare my a s s and pull down my underwear. He pulled off my underwear, leaving me butt naked in my dad's garage. Just to embarass me, Jeremy smerked and opened the garage door and pushed me outside so the world could see my nipples and my penis. My hairy penis was showing to all the children, old women, EVERYONE! I didn't care. Never had any class anyway. It was cool actually to show off my big bush to all the kids so they could see what they would look like when they got older.
Then, Jeremy pulled me back inside and shut the garage door and he said,
"It is time for some excruciating pain, buddy! Ready?"
"Yeah! Bring it! I a'int scared of no paddle, belt, or ANYTHING like that!"
"Bend over the desk," Jeremy ordered. I bent over the desk, and he picked up his first instrument. The paddle with holes in it. He rubbed my bottom to see that it had no baby fat, and looked like a tough man's bottom. I have to admit it IS muscular! He said,
"Time to soften and tenderize this tough, hard bottom. When I'm done with you, you won't be able to sit without crying for at least a year!" I knew he didn't mean litterally.
Then, he wound back the paddle, and with all his might brought down the wicked paddle with holes down on my bare bottom.
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
SLAP
CRACK
CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK
I never let out one scream from the paddle, but it hurt so bad tears did form in my eyes. This kid (who was only 9), really was humbling me! I was made cry by a 9 year old boy. Maybe I wasn't as tough as I thought. Then, he pulled out 2 paddles, and with 2 paddles with holes in each hand, he hit me with both one hand, and then the other, constantly so that my a s s did not get a second's break.
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK... ect.
I screamed, wailed, cried, and begged. I told him I wasn't so tough after all, and I promised to never steal his lunch money again. It was no use. The little kid was having fun beating the h e ll outta me, and he was gonna continue for as long as possible.
He put away the paddles, and he started kicking my bare behind with his feet. I swear, his shoes must have been steal toe! I wailed from that too!
Then, he grabbed the whip, which was always the final implement, but he put it to the side and said,
"There's more!" And he grinned. He pulled out the leather belt, and doubled it over, and wailed away at my butt so hard I was screaming and crying my eyes out, but then my dad walked in the garage...
"What're you doing to my boy, kid?" he bellowed.
"Bruce, put your clothes on. What are you doing with no clothes on, son? The neighbors called and said you were standing naked in the front yard, so I came home early to give you the a s s beating of your life, and that's just what I'm gonna do! But, you, little boy," he said pointing to Jeremy. The poor little 9 year old looked innocently at my dad.
"Over my knee NOW! I'm gonna give you the same treatment you gave my boy! NO ONE SPANKS MY BOY EXCEPT ME! NOW OVER MY KNEE NOW!" The 9 year old begged, so my dad pulled him over his knee, and the 9 year old screamed and cried for mercy, but my dad ignored him and pulled his pants and undies down and, with his hand, began to beat away at the poor boy's bare boy bottom.
The child screamed and cried histerrically, and then my father grabbed the paddle with holes and mercilessly began beating away at the poor boy's bottom. The 9 year old kicked and screamed and cried, and pulled himself off of my dad's knee and ran off.
My dad ran after him, grabbed him, bent him over the desk, and holding him on the desk, he paddled his sore, bare bottom worse and harder for fighting and running. The 9 year old screamed and cried when a cop came into the garage, and asked my dad what was going on. He told the cop the whole story, and the cop grabbed the 9 year old, and said he would spank him, while my dad beat my a s s all over the garage. The cop pulled the child over his knee, and with the cane in the corner, began caning the poor child. Jeremy kicked and screamed and cried, and when the cop was done with him, he pulled out the whip, picked the child's pants and underwear up, sent him home crying, and threw the whip to my dad and said,
"A 14 year old boy like him could use a good bare butt whipping. He seems to need to be put in line. Whip him as much as you want. I have a duty to fulfill. Good luck, and young man, much pain to you! Next time I see you naked in the yard, I'M going to beat you personally with that whip all over the place! Do a good job on him, sir." Then, the cop walked out of the garage.
"Well, you heard the man. OVER MY KNEE!" my dad ordered.
"But, dad," I began to protest.
But my dad pulled my naked body over his knee and began beating away at my bare bottom with the whip.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed as the whip came down on my bare a s s. I screamed, and kicked, and cried, but my dad grabbed my legs and tied them down to the chair he was sitting on with me over his knee. He said kicking the legs eased the pain somewhat, but I did not deserve any easing of the pain, so now I could not kick my legs.
He tied my hands behind my back, and began whipping away at my butt. The pain was so bad I begged to even mow the lawn naked if he wanted me to.
"That would work," he said.
"And then I'd spank you raw for being out naked again! As a matter of fact, I am going to spank you raw right now for even thinking about going out naked again!"
"No, Daddy. No, Daddy, please no... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The whip came down harder than ever on my bare buttocks. He put the whip in his other hand, and with the hand he had the whip in, he grabbed the paddle, and began drilling more holes in it, and then started spanking my bare bottom with it so hard I was dizzy. Then, he took his hand and began spanking me hard like the 9 year old Jeremy, and then he took the whip, finished the job, and then untied me, and told me to bend over the table.
Daring not disobey, crying, I bent over the table. Dad came back with a hairbrush, and began spanking me bare with the hairbrush. It hurt so bad I begged the cop to come back, but he was long gone.
Finally, the spanking was over, and after my dad applied more licks with his hand, I was done, and grounded for 2 months. Spanked every morning in those 2 months but not as bad as I was just spanked before. Well, that's my story of how I got spanked for going out in the front yard naked. My grounding ends tomorrow, and I already got my morning spanking today. Guess it won't be so bad. Especially considering I got my last spanking this morning. At least until Jeremy pushes me outside naked again. Hee hee hee