Introductory Note: This story is the first of an anticipated series. It is what literary critics identify as a "semi-autobiographical" work. I did grow up in a father-absent home as an S. I.T. ("Spanko-in-Training"), and have vivid memories of spanking references and scenes from American TV shows of the 1970s. Such references and scenes never failed to catch my interest and stimulate a powerful physical response, even when I was quite young! This story centers on "Adam-12" and Officer Jim Reed (played by Kent McCord), the show's young, handsome, dark-haired LAPD cop. He's the officer on the right in the picture at this website: http: epguides. com Adam12 . As with all of my stories, this is a work of fiction and fantasy (except for the parts that are not!). It is intended for the entertainment of the reader, and not as guidance on child-rearing.
I was watching Adam-12 (one of my favorite shows!), stretched out on my stomach on the carpet with a pillow under my folded arms. I was thinking—again—about how neat and cool it would be if Officer Reed were my Dad. I didn't know then that I had a pre-adolescent crush on him! I just thought he'd make a nice Dad! He was good-looking, with brown hair and blue eyes, and a kind smile that showed perfectly straight white teeth. He was a fair, gentle, but no-nonsense police officer. Thinking about Officer Reed as my Dad led inevitably to thoughts about what he'd do if I did something bad. He'd spank me, of course! As those thoughts entered my mind, I got that funny feeling, a sort of strange, but not unpleasant, tingle in my buttocks. There was also a flutter way down deep in the lowest part of my abdomen, just above what I then referred to as my 'wienie'. It felt a little bit like needing to pee, but only if the pee consisted of cotton balls stuck on their way out! It was a tickle feeling, also strange, and also not unpleasant.
I'd drifted into a daydream, only half-attending to the scenes on TV. I was now Jimmy Reed, Officer Reed's boy. I'd done something bad. What? Oh, yes! Just as I'd done in real life, I had run across the road when Jennifer the crossing guard girl said to stop! Boy, a police officer like Jim Reed would be really angry about something like that! I'd broken the law!
I felt a surge of anxiety. I hoped Jennifer wouldn't report me! I'd be in trouble at school with my teacher Mrs. Lloyd, and she might call and tell my Mom! And then I really might get spanked! I squirmed uneasily. Then, I shuffled the anxiety into the fantasy realm that took up most of the space in my nine-year-old brain, and used it to work up my feelings as Jimmy Reed, naughty cop's son.
"Jimmy," my Mom said firmly, frowning at me, "your teacher called and told me what you did yesterday. You know, running across the road and not obeying the safety patrol." This was still my real Mom, but in my fantasy, she was married to Jim Reed, and we lived in Los Angeles—wherever that was! "You go to your room. When your Dad gets home, he's going to have a talk with you!"
In my room, I waited for Dad to come home from patrolling the streets of Los Angeles, setting everything right, catching bad guys, saving old ladies from gas leaks, and buying toys for poor kids! I loved my Dad, and I knew he loved me. He often told me how much he loved me, especially right before and right after giving me a spanking. Like any self-respecting child in the early 1970s, I believed the propaganda. Parents spanked their children because they loved them! So my Mom said, and I wasn't about to doubt her.
Are you all confused now? Which is the reality and which is the fantasy? If you can't tell the difference, then you're safely settled into my mental world on that Tuesday evening in 1975!
"Jimmy! Time for bed!" It was my Mom—the one who wasn't married to Officer Reed.
"But, MO-OM! Adam-12 isn't over yet!"
"Yes, it is!" Mom answered, drawing my attention to the end credits rolling on the TV screen.
I sighed. "Okay." Somehow, caught up in my fantasy, I'd missed the ending. I got up and started trudging up the stairs to my room.
Half way up, I slipped back into the fantasy. I was going to my room to await Dad's arrival home, as instructed by Mom. It was time for bed, and I'd get into my pajamas, and Dad would arrive home shortly. Whenever he worked this shift, he'd get home just in time to tuck me in and give me a hug. If I'd done something bad, that's when I'd get my spanking. Then I'd go to sleep lying on my tummy, sniffling a little, and with a sore bottom. The tingle and the flutter began again.
In my room, I undressed and pulled on my pajamas, my favorite pair. The ones with racecars on them. Then I got into bed. Mom came, kissed me goodnight, and shut out the light. I lay there in the dark, thinking about Officer Reed. I fell asleep. I dreamt.
I was sitting on my bed in my pajamas. I heard Dad come in downstairs. He and Mom were speaking, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. Their voices were distant and muffled. Then I heard Dad's feet on the stairs, and my heart started to beat faster and harder. The tingle in my bottom grew in intensity, and the cotton-ball butterflies fluttered vigorously down in my tummy. Dad, my Dad, the big, tall, strong police officer with muscles, stepped into my room. He had a disappointed, unhappy frown on his face.
"Jimmy, Mom says you did something very bad today. Tell me what you did." Dad commanded.
I knew I had to tell Dad the truth about what I'd done. I had to be brave, because Dad expected that from me, and I always tried to do what Dad wanted. "Daddy," I answered, addressing him the way I did when I felt most small and vulnerable, "I broke a big rule. I ran across the road when the safety patrol girl said I should wait. I'm sorry."
Dad frowned and shook his head. "I've talked with you about safety rules, Jimmy. You know how important they are. You could have been hit by a car and hurt badly, or even killed. If that happened, Mom and I would be really sad. We love you and don't want anything bad to happen to you."
I hung my head in shame. "I'm, I'm sorry, Dad. I won't do it again."
"No, Jimmy, you won't, and I'm going to make sure of that," Dad said, his voice firm.
"Are you gonna spank me, Dad?"
"Yes, Jimmy. You broke a rule, a big rule, and when you break the rules, I have to punish you. I love you, and that's why I have to spank you."
"Yes, Sir," I answered weakly.
Dad now sat down on the bed. He'd taken off his police belt with his gun and nightstick, and his uniform shirt. They were hanging in his locker back at the station. He was wearing his white T-shirt and his blue trousers. I shuffled across the bed on my knees and laid myself submissively across his lap. I never resisted or made a fuss when Dad spanked me. He was always fair, and when he spanked me, I knew I deserved it, and I always tried to be brave, a "big boy," as Dad said.
Once I was across his lap, Dad took hold of the waistband of my pajama pants. "I'm going to have to spank your bare bottom this time, Jimmy," he announced, as he tugged down the pajama pants. Then he put his large, strong, warm hand on my bare bottom. He lifted it.
I braced myself. I knew it was going to hurt. Dad didn't always spank my bare bottom. He reserved bare-bottom spankings for really serious misbehavior. Any spanking from Dad hurt, but a bare-bottom spanking was the most painful.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Dad firmly slapped my small plump buttocks, quickly raising a hot sting, and bringing tears to my eyes. I tried not to squirm too vigorously, and I controlled my verbal response. I was trying to be brave, a "big boy," the way Dad wanted.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I was kicking now, despite my best efforts to hold still. Dad had his left arm across my back, and gripped my hip with his hand.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Alright, I think that's enough for you to learn your lesson!" Dad announced, bringing his hand to rest on my hot, stinging bottom. "Are you going to disobey the crossing guard again, young man?"
"No, Sir," I answered with a sniffle, rubbing the tears from my cheeks with my fists.
"I love you, Jimmy," Dad said, gently rubbing my bare bottom. "I don't ever want anything bad to happen to you. That's why I have to make sure you follow the rules."
"I know, Dad. I love you too. I'm sorry I broke the rule."
Dad pulled up my pajama pants, lifted me up, and sat me on his lap and wrapped a strong, comforting arm around me. He dabbed a tear from my cheek with his finger. Then he leaned in and gave me a kiss on my forehead. I slid over on his leg and put my arms around him and gave him a kiss on his rough-stubble check.....
The next day, I awoke again to real life. Officer Reed wasn't my Dad. I didn't have a Dad. I had my Mom, though, who loved me and took good care of me. She was standing over my bed, gently nudging my shoulder and saying, "Wake up, Sleepy Jimmy! Wake up!" I sat up, smiled, and gave her a kiss.
I arrived at school, having forgotten already about my previous day's transgression. Then, as I entered the playground, I was given a vigorous reminder. Jennifer, tall, eleven years old, and angry, marched up to me and announced, "Jimmy Hunter! I reported you!"
Her report traveled from the crossing patrol coordinator to Mrs. Lloyd, who sternly scolded me in the hall outside the classroom, telling me how disappointed she was with me, and then gave me a week's after-school detention and a note home to my mother.
I spent my first hour-long portion of the sentence working diligently on my homework. Then, with the note, and a churning stomach, I headed home. Mom greeted me with her usual kind smile. It turned to a frown as she read the note I'd handed over. I had decided not to wait on it, knowing the anxiety would eat away at me. Better, I reflected with remarkable maturity, to get it over with.
Mom's reaction came wordlessly. We were in the kitchen. She pulled out one of the chairs from the kitchen table and sat on it. I knew what that meant. I shuffled up to her, my head down, my lower lip quivering.
"I love you, Jimmy, and that's why I have to give you a spanking," she announced. "Get your pants down."
Trying my best to be Officer Reed's son, I did as commanded.