Note: The author does not support the use of corporal punishment on minors; though not explicitly stated in the text, the teenager in this story is 18 years old.
Josh sleepily looked at the clock next to his bed. 8:35 AM. He was already thirty-five minutes late to school. He pulled the covers close to him for warmth and started to drift off again. 'It's my last year,' Josh thought to himself, 'so what if I'm late to class now and then?' The school's late policy was pretty lenient, so the only person who would really care if he was late to school was his father, and he had left for work over an hour ago.
Josh had just fallen asleep again when he heard the back door slam shut. Josh's eyes opened wide. _s_h_i_t_, he thought to himself, that could only be one person...
"JOSH!" his father bellowed as he stormed down the hall and into his son's room.
Josh sat straight up in bed, the cold air rushing against his bare chest.
"Dad, what time is it?" Josh asked, trying to pretend he didn't know he'd overslept.
"Like you don't know," his father said angrily. Josh had always been a bad liar.
Josh looked at the clock, desperately trying to play off his lateness.
"Oh wow, I must've forgot to set my alarm clock or something. I'd better --"
"You'd better just stay right where you are," his father said as Josh stuck a leg out from under the covers and onto the floor.
Josh froze. He hadn't seen his father this angry in a long time.
The man stood there examining his lying lazy son. As he took a few deep breaths, the man reached a hand up and stroked his clean-shaven face -- a habit that only emerged when he was incredibly angry. He folded his arms and stared at the frightened boy a little longer. His biceps flexed in rage, and his six pack clenched before he spoke.
"Boy, do you know I got a call from your principal a little while ago asking me where you were?" his father questioned.
"Uh...that was nice of him to be concerned..." Josh said, running a hand through his messy hair.
"Oh drop the act, Josh, he told me that you've been over an HOUR late to school NINE times in the last month," the man paused as his son fidgeted and avoided eye contact. "Do you know how stupid I felt today? I'm your father and I couldn't even tell your principal where you were! Now why the hell have you've been late to school nine times!?"
"Well, I...I've been really working hard on homework lately, and I haven't been getting a lot of sleep, and I guess I've just been oversleeping some," Josh said, trying not to make eye contact with his father. Josh knew he was a terrible liar, but that didn't stop him from trying anyway.
"You can't even look me in the eye, boy -- I know your lying. Now tell me the truth before you get yourself into more trouble than you already are," his father said threateningly.
Josh closed his eyes and swallowed before looking his father in the eye. He could tell the man meant business.
"Sorry, dad, I just guess I've gotten a little lazy," Josh fessed up. "I've slept in a lot lately because I knew the school didn't care and..."
Josh paused.
"And I knew you were at work, so...you wouldn't know if I slept in..." Josh said, looking down.
The man stroked his face some more, his rage building. The violation of trust was infuriating. 'If I would've done something like that when I was a boy,' the man thought, 'my father would've...'
All of a sudden, Josh's father stormed out of the boy's room. Josh looked up, absolutely dumb-founded. As the seconds passed, he began to sweat slightly with anxiety. He fully expected to be yelled at, lectured, and grounded for a few weeks, but he'd never seen his father storm out of a room before. He hadn't a clue what the man was about to do next...
After a few moments, Josh's father returned with something in his hand. He walked over to his son and tore the covers off the boy.
Josh shuddered at the rush of cold air. His habit of sleeping only in his briefs was something he suddenly regretted as he realized just what his father was carrying.
In his father's hand was a large wooden hairbrush that someone had given him as a gift many years ago. Though the man had no need for brushes or combs, as he always kept his hair buzzed very short, the man had always held on to the brush for some reason he could never quite identify. But now, as the idea suddenly burst into his consciousness for the first time, he knew why he'd kept it.
"Get up," his father said, grabbing the boy's arm.
Josh felt his father's strong arm lift him up out of bed. Though Josh had play sports throughout his entire life (and had the body to show for it), he'd never quite been able to match the strength and musculature of his father. The man easily out-muscled him.
His father sat down on the bed and threw his brief-clad son over his knee.
"DAD!" Josh said as he realized exactly what was happening.
Wrapping his free arm around the boy's waist and pinning him down by throwing his free leg over his squirming son, the man began sharply smacking Josh's ass with the brush again and again.
CRACK!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!!
"OWW!! DAD!!! STOP IT!!" Josh screamed in immense pain.
"This is something I should've done a LONG time ago, son." his father said as he continued the assault on the boy's bottom.
"DAD! PLEASE!!!" Josh cried out, trying to lift himself off his father's knee. Struggle as he did, though, he could not free himself from the vice-like grip of his father's powerful arm and legs.
"Son, I always thought I was doing you a favor by not tanning your ass like my father tanned mine." his father said between smacks.
CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!!
"However," the man continued, "I can see now that I was wrong. When you think it's alright to violate my trust like you did today..."
CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!!! CRACK!!!!!!
Josh tried to kick his legs, squirming and wriggling over his father's lap, trying as best he could to get free. He'd only been spanked once before in his entire life, and that had been by his grandfather. When Josh was 12 years old, he'd gone to stay with his paternal grandfather for an entire summer, and during one very unfortunate night when he'd cursed the old man to his face, he very suddenly found himself turned over the old relative's knee for a bare-butt spanking he never forgot. When his father later found out about the spanking, he was furious. "Whether or not my son's ass gets tanned is my business and mine alone!" his father told the old man. And up until now, his father had always opted to NOT tan his ass...
"Dad, stop!! Please!! I promise I won't be late to school again!" Josh cried out desperately.
"_d_a_m_n_ straight you won't, boy," his father said as Josh bucked against the man's knee.
CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!!
The brush landed again and again, covering the boy's entire ass, quickly turning it a violent shade of red that was visible through the thin white cotton of Josh's briefs.
As he spanked his son for the first time, Josh's father thought briefly how incredibly effective the brush was on his son. He was barely using any forced at all, and already his son was bucking and squirming like he was tied down for a military strapping. Sure, the man expected his son to struggle and fight, but more out of humiliation than anything. The man smiled at the effectiveness of this amazing new course of action. In fact, he thought, perhaps it was time to kick it up a notch...
The man paused, watching his son still squirming in agony.
"_f_u_c_k_, dad!" Josh exclaimed, thinking his spanking was over.
CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!!!
"Watch your mouth, boy!" his father said.
There was a pause.
"Sorry, dad," Josh said very quietly.
The man raised an eyebrow. Not only was his son notoriously bad at lying, but he was also very proud -- too proud. The boy had a very hard time apologizing to anyone for anything. And to apologize now for such a small transgression was absolutely amazing... 'Spanking works after all,' the man thought. And it was definitely time to turn up the heat on this one...
With one swift motion, the man hooked his hand under the waistband of the boy's briefs and yanked them down to his knees, exposing his son's bright red ass.
Josh's eyes widened, not believing what had just happened. His father had actually just lowered his briefs as if he were some naughty little boy! Josh's mind flew back to his grandfather's spanking, recalling the surprise and humiliation of being forced to bare himself to his grandfather for punishment. A wave of embarrassment swept over him now as he realized his father was seeing his bare bottom for the first time in many, many years.
"Dad, aren't you done yet? Please, I promise I've learned my lesson..." Josh said pleadingly.
The man shook his head.
"Sorry, son, you need that laziness and disrespect for me beaten out of you before it really takes hold," his father said raising the hairbrush high in the air.
CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!!
The spanking began again, causing Josh to yell out in increased pain. The thin cotton of his underwear had provided a surprising amount of protection...plus his father had just started swatting him a lot harder.
"Dad!! Please! Stop! I'm too old to be spanked!!!" Josh said, though not fully believing what he'd just said.
His father paused.
"Too old!?" his father asked in mid-stroke. "Boy, when you can't even be trusted to get out of bed on time, you are definitely NOT too old to be spanked by your old man."
CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!!
"Yes, I am!" Josh protested, still not fully believing his own words.
CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!!
Josh's father stopped, releasing the grip he had on his son. He took a good look at the scene he found himself in -- his teenage son was dangling over his knee like a little boy, sporting a very red ass. He was shocked. When Josh was born, he vowed never to spank the boy. He always had considered it to be an arcane and brutal form of punishment. But now, here he was, administering the most severe spanking he could possibly deliver. Maybe his son was right. Maybe his anger had gotten the best of him.
"Alright, Josh, stand up," the man said, grabbing the boy by the arm and lifting him.
Josh stood and instinctively started rubbing his sore ass. He looked at his father with a mixture of guilt and anger.
"Maybe you're right Josh...maybe you are too old for a spanking," the man conceded. "So...I'll leave it up to you. If you can look me in the eye and honestly -- honestly -- say you don't deserve every single swat you're getting, then I'll stop and apologize to you immediately. But before you answer, I want you to take a good hard look at your behavior lately, and then tell me whether or not you think you're too old to be spanked."
Josh furrowed his brow a little and nodded. Though he desperately wanted to tell his father that he didn't deserve to be spanked -- especially at his age -- his gut told him differently. His father had always been a kind and fair man, always expecting the best from him and always doing what was best for him. And now, he'd gone behind his father's back and repeatedly skipped the first hour of school. Lazy and disrespectful...his father was right.
"I...I guess..." Josh said looking down at his briefs currently around his knees.
"No, look me in the eye, boy," his father said, reaching a hand under the boy's chin and pushing it up.
Josh couldn't lie. He had gotten lazy and violated his father's trust severely, and he did deserve to be punished for it. Josh took a deep breath. If his father thought a spanking was the best course of action right now, then he must have a good reason for it. His father had always been a fair and intelligent man.
"Yeah, I deserve it," Josh said. "And...even though I don't like it, I guess you had a pretty good reason to do what you did, and...well...if you think you need to keep spanking me, then go ahead."
Josh's father nodded with great relief. He'd gotten his son's attention nicely.
"Alright...thank you, Josh," his father said pulling the boy into a hug. "Thank you for telling me the truth."
Josh smiled slightly.
"Yeah, yeah..." Josh said putting his arms around his father.
Josh's father released the boy from the embrace.
"And yes," the man said seriously, sitting down and throwing the boy over his knee again, pinning him down with his free leg and wrapping his arm around the boy's waist, "I am going to continue spanking you."
Josh groaned in anticipation.
CRACK!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!!
"AH!!!!" Josh screamed out against the fresh pain.
CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!
Josh's father felt the boy begin to buck, grind, and squirm against his knee again.
"OW!!!! Dad!!!" Josh screamed out again
His father laid down a series of 15 rapid-fire swats on the boy's ass, increasing his son's yells of agony.
"DAD, PLEASE!!!! OW!!!! STOP!!!" Josh cried out uncontrollably in pain.
His father increased the intensity and speed of the swats again, laying down a dozen more.
CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!!
"AAAAAH!!!!!" Josh screamed out, feeling a few tears beginning to swell in his eyes.
CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!!
"AAAAAAAH!!!" Josh screamed out again, a few tears beginning to roll down his face.
His father watched his son's ass turn a deep shade of maroon as he beat the boy's ass again and again, finally ending his punishment in a series of the hardest swats he could deliver.
CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!!
With that, the spanking was over.
Josh squirmed over his father's knee slightly, crying a little at the pain.
The man set the brush down on the bed, looking at his son's reddened ass with an odd sense of pride.
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry, dad. I'm sorry..." Josh said over and over again as he cried.
It was a few minutes before Josh stopped crying and squirming. When he had regained some composure, his father released the tight grip he still held on the boy, lifting his son up, and steadying him as he tried to stand against the pain.
"Sorry I had to do that, son," his father said, placing his hands on his hips.
Josh looked his father in the eye and nodded.
"I know. I'm sorry, too. For you letting you down and all," Josh said, rubbing his sore ass.
Then men stood silently for a moment.
"Well...I guess I need to get ready for school now..." Josh said.
"Uh...actually..." his father said, "you can't go to school for a while..."
"Why?" Josh said, entirely surprised. After all, he'd just been spanked for being late to school, and now his father was telling him he couldn't go.
"Well...when your principal told me all about your lateness, I told him how embarrassed I was, and then I told him to rest assured that you'd be punished for what happened. He paused and said, 'Actually, I was going to ask you about that myself.'" his father said, pausing.
"What do you mean," Josh said, furrowing his brow.
"Well, he told me that the usual punishment for a long series of latenesses at your school was a healthy set of swats, but since I never signed the school's permission slip that allows them to use corporal punishment on you, he said they have to suspend you instead. So..."
"Oh god," Josh said, "they suspended me!?"
"Well, yes...at least for now. However, your principal gave me until the end of the day to reconsider signing that form," his father said, looking at the boy. "And truthfully, I was thinking about signing it..."
Josh swallowed, his mind flashing through the possibility of another spanking.
"Did he say how many swats I'd get?" Josh asked nervously.
"Well...your principal actually said that was up to me. You see...there's a box on the form that allows me to set the maximum amount of swats they can give you at any one time. Your principal said that whatever maximum I set was going to be the amount you'd get."
Josh swallowed hard. He couldn't imagine having to take any more swats on his already sore ass.
"And...what maximum were you thinking of setting, dad?" Josh asked.
"I'm not quite sure yet..." the man said with a smile. "I was thinking about letting them give you three swats for each day you were late. How many times was that again?"
"Nine," Josh said, his voice cracking a little.
"Hm...sounds about right," his father said smiling broadly.
"Dad..." Josh said, pleadingly.
"Josh, I think you'd better get ready for school. I don't think they'll be suspending you after all," his father said, putting his arm around the boy's shoulder.
Josh sighed.
"Yes, sir," Josh said, pulling his briefs up over his tender ass again. He winced at the pain.
"Oh, and Josh," his father said, picking the brush up off the bed.
"Yeah, dad?" Josh answered as he stooped to pick up a pair of jeans from off the floor.
"I want you to watch your behavior from now on...I think I've grown rather fond of this little device," his father said looking at the large wooden hairbrush.
Josh felt a very unexpected wave of excitement fly through him.
"Yes, sir," he said, pulling his jeans over his sore butt.
"In fact..." his father said, looking on as the boy buttoned his jeans.
He grabbed his son, sat down, and threw Josh over his knee one more time.
"I think you might need a few more...just for the road," his father said, bringing the brush down sharply on the boy's ass.
With his jeans on, the brush's sting was muffled, but still severe.
"Whatever you think is best, dad," Josh said, finding himself smiling in spite of the pain.
And with that, Josh received the third spanking of his entire life, oddly enjoying the new situation he found himself in. In fact, he was even beginning to look forward to the first paddling of his entire life, which awaited him at school later that day. But that is another story...