We were driving back home from visiting relatives in Georgia. My two brothers and I were sitting in the back seat. I was sitting behind my father, Sam, my youngest brother, was in the middle and Nicky was behind my mother. The trip was long and boring. Seeing my grandparents was cool, but after a day or so there was nothing for three boys to do. Telling a nine, ten and eleven year old to "play nice" and "be quiet" got old really fast. The last two days there, my father had pulled each of us aside a few times and basically told us to "knock it off" and reenforced it with a swat or two on the butt. We were glad to be going home, but it was long car ride home.
"Stop it," Sam whined.
"Stop what?" Nick asked.
"You're poking me. Stop poking me, Nicky" Sam irritably.
A few minutes later, "Nicky, stop! MOMMY, he's poking me again!"
"Am not!" Nick retorted.
"Nick, stop it," Mom said.
"But, Mom, I'm not touching him!" Nick responded.
"Nick. Just stop. We have a long way home, chill out," Mom said. This had been about the six time she had told one of us to cease whatever we were doing. I saw Dad look back at us in the rear view mirror, but he didn't say anything.
For a few minutes the car was quiet. Then I stretched my foot and accidentally kicked Sam.
"Mommy, Chris just kicked me!" Sam whined again.
"Mom, I didn't do it on purpose, I was just stretching," I defended myself. "I'm sorry, Sam, I didn't mean to kick you."
"Sam, stop whining. I know it's cramped back there, and I know you are stuck in the middle, but you need to be a bit more tolerant of this situation. You're tired, why don't you try to go to sleep?" Mom told him
"I'm not tired," Sam said indignantly.
"Watch that tone, little man. It's only 9:30, it's too early to stop for lunch, so just chill out back there," Mom said.
"Boys, knock it off. Next time this starts up again, I'm going to pull over. Do you understand what I'm saying?" Dad said sharply.
"Yes, sir," I answered.
The car was quiet for a minute or so, and then Nick started talking about our last few soccer games and for a little while, things were good. Nick started picking on Sam again about how he missed a pass in our last game. We were all on the same team -- our league put 9 - 11 year olds together. Sam was a great soccer player. Even though he was the youngest on our team, he was one of the best players we had. At times, he was better then Nick and me, but, we would NEVER tell him that. Nick's teasing of Sam got heated and they started shoving and pushing each other in the car. Naturally, since I was in the back seat too, I got shoved around too. So, I shoved Sam back every time Nick pushed him into me. Nick accidentally punched me. I punched back. It started snowballing and fists were flying.
"Hey, knock it off!" Mom yelled. She reached back and swatted each of us on the tops of our legs. We were wearing shorts and she left a stinging hand print on each of us. "What did your father just tell you? Do you want him to pull over? Do you want to get your butts spanked?"
"No, ma'am," all three of us answered.
Another minute when by when Sam whispered, "This is your fault Nick."
"My fault? How do you figure that?" he whispered back.
"You started it," Sam whispered.
"I did not, you did!"
"Not uh... You did."
And then the shoving match started again.....followed by wild fists.....
I never even felt the car pull over or stop, but I sure felt my father open my car door and pull me out of the car.
"Get out! Get out of this car NOW!" Dad yelled at us.
As Sam and Nick were scrambling out of the car, I looked around. We were in a small gravel parking lot. The building looked like an old abandoned country store. Dad grabbed Nick and Sam's arms and pulled them behind the building. Mom put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me to follow my father.
"Christopher!" my father called as he was dragging my brothers with him.
"Coming," I answered as I forced my feet to follow him.
There was a picnic table behind the store. It looked pretty beat up like no one had used it in several years. Dad let go of my brothers and he stood facing them. I stood next to Nick.
"What did I tell you? I told you boys to knock it off. All three of you have been cruisin' for a bruisin' for the past few days. Now you are going to get it," Dad said sharply.
He looked around and then sat down on the picnic bench. "Christopher," Dad called.
"Sir?" I answered standing there.
Dad gave me a dirty look.
"Oh," I said, understanding now the lecture was over and it was time to get my butt beat.
I walked over to my father. As soon as I was in arms reach, Dad pulled me towards him faster then I was walking. He reached for my shorts and pulled them and my underwear down. As he did this, I quickly looked around to see if anyone could see this. Of course, Nick and Sam were there, but they didn't count. We've seen each other get spanked for as long as I can remember. There was a lot of woods around the store, so I didn't think anyone else was around.
Once he bared my butt, he pulled me over his knee. Dad positioned me so my upper body was dangling over his right leg with me bent over at the hips. When he positioned me like this, he tended to spank the lower part of my butt more. My face was close to the ground, whereas my feet were in the air. I put my hands in the dirt and straightened my arms propping my upper body up.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Owwww.... Dad....owwwww..."
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Dad, I'm sorrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyy"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Ow! Ow! Daddddddddyyyyyyy" I cried.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Dad was spanking my butt all over. My butt was hurting and stinging at the same time. Tears were free flowing down my face and I could see them hit the dirt.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Owwwwwww!!! Dadddddddd!!! Please!!!!" I cried harder.
SPANK! "You" SPANK! "were" SPANK! "horrible" SPANK! "at" SPANK! "your" SPANK! "grandparents" SPANK! "house!" SPANK!
"I'm sorrrrrrryyyyyyyy" I cried.
SPANK! "I" SPANK! "told" SPANK! "you" SPANK! "to" SPANK! "behave" SPANK! "or" SPANK! "you" SPANK! "were" SPANK! "going" SPANK! "to" SPANK! "get" SPANK! "your" SPANK! "little" SPANK! "ass" SPANK! "spanked!"
"Yes, siiiiiiiiiiiir.... Oowwwwwwwww"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
I believe Dad continued to lecture me, but all I could focus on what the heat in my butt.
I was still crying when Dad picked me up off his knee. Dad held me by the shoulders as I tried to get my balance and to calm down. When I did, he let go of me and yanked my shorts and underwear up. He wasn't gentle about it, and that hurt as bad as the spanking did.
"Are you going to behave now?" Dad asked.
"Y-y-y-y-yes, sir," I answered as calm as my voice would allow.
"Go stand by Sam," he told me. As I turned away from him, he gave me a final swat on the butt.
"OWWW!" I yelped.
"Nicholas," Dad said.
Nick slowly shuffled towards Dad. Just as he did with me, as soon as Nick got within arm's reach, Dad grabbed him and pulled him closer. He pulled down his shorts and briefs too. Dad said something to Nick that I couldn't understand. While I wasn't crying any more, I was still sniffling and the pain in my butt was still demanding my complete attention. I was constantly rubbing my butt, but it wasn't helping much.
Dad pulled Nick over his lap. He pushed his t-shirt up his back. I could see the dark tan line on Nicks back and on the backs of Nick's legs from wearing shorts. I watched as Dad spanked Nick. His left hand pretty much covered most of Nick's butt. When Dad lifted his hand, a bright red hand print was forming. It only took a few spanks for all of the white skin to turn to red.
As Dad spanked, Nicky pushed his upper body up with his hands. He twisted upward on one hand and faced towards Sam and me. Tears were rolling down his face in buckets and he was crying big time. I looked down at the dirt in front of Nick. My tears had started to form a wet spot in the dirt, and Nicks tears added to it. I felt Sam step closer to me and put his hand in mine. I squeezed his hand and he nuzzled his head on my upper arm.
I looked down at Sam. Even though I was only two years older, Sam hadn't hit his growth spirt and was still about 7 inches shorter then me. He was starting to sniffle. "Hey, suck it up, buddy" I whispered to him. "You'll live."
Sam nodded and did a final long sniff and stood there quietly, still holding my hand.
Dad finally finished spanking Nick and he had stood him up in front of him. His butt was red from the top all the way down to the back of his legs. I did see one hand print in the middle of the back of his right thigh. Dad only does that when you kick too wildly. I didn't see him spank him there, so it must have been when I was talking to Sam. Nicky yelped as Dad pulled his shorts and underwear up.
Just as Dad asked me, he said to Nick, "Are you going to behave now?"
He wiped his face with his hands. "Ye-yessss.....yes, sir," Nick answered and nodded his head.
"Go stand by Christopher," Dad told him. Nick walked back to me. "Samuel?" Dad called.
Sammy looked up at me. I let go of his hand and gently pushed him towards our father. "Go," I whispered.
Sammy walked past Nick and stood in front of Dad. Just like with Nick and me, Dad pulled down Sammy shorts and underwear. When he did that, I noticed he was wearing a pair of my old soccer shorts from about three seasons ago. Dad positioned him the same way over his knee.
Dad's hand covered Sam's butt. One spank and his whole butt was red. Sammy cried from the first spank. Nick was rubbing his butt next to me and sniffling.
I don't think Dad spanked Sam as long, but when he was done, Sam was bawling his eyes out and his butt was just as red as Nick's was. The little wet spot in the dirt was surprisingly big. Dad had to hold Sammy up by the shoulders longer for him to calm down.
Pulling up Sam's shorts and underwear, Dad asked, "So, are you going to behave now?"
"Yes, sir," Sammy whispered.
"Good," Dad said and took Sam's hand. He walked him back the few feet to Nick and me.
"I've had enough of this, and I don't want to have to stop this car again. Have you learned your lesson?"
"Yes, sir," I answered.
"Nick?"
"Yes, Daddy, I'll be good," Nick answered him.
"Ok, come here", he said and he pulled all three of us into a hug. It felt good to have Dad hold me, even if I had to share it with Nick and Sam. Like, even though I screwed up, it's ok now. "I love you guys, you know that right?" he said gently to us. All of us nodded and held Dad tighter.
After about a minute, "Ok, wipe up your faces. Don't want your mom to see you that way, do you?" We ran our hands across our faces and got as presentable as we were going to get. "Ready to go?" Dad asked.
"Yup," Nick said nodding his head.
"Let's see, it's 10:30 now, we'll stop for lunch in an hour or so. Maybe we can find someplace with hard wooden chairs..." Dad said teasingly.
"Dad!" Nicky said. "That's mean!"
Dad laughed, "Kidding!" He put his arm around Nick's shoulders and we walked to the car.
As we got to the car, Mom was standing outside the car. I said to my mother, "Mom, I'm sorry we were bad in the car. It won't happen again."
Mom smiled. "I know, Roo, I forgive you." She gave each of us a hug and we got back into the car.
It was hard to sit still for a few minutes. My butt screamed when I sat down. I looked at Sam and Nick. I could tell they felt the same thing. I don't know what it is about getting a spanking, but afterwards you want to just take a nap. The three of us were quiet for the next several minutes. Sammy leaned his head on my shoulder and fell asleep. I was just about asleep when I heard Nick's voice.
"Sammy, Sammy wake up," Nick said as he gently shook him.
I opened my eyes, and I saw my mother turn around sharply. Dad was also watching from the mirror.
"Sam...Sammy, you awake?" Nick said.
Sam slowly opened his eyes. "What?"
"Want to know what your butt looks like after Dad spanks it?" Nick asked.
"Huh? I already know," Sam answered sleepily, "it looks like your red butt."
"There! Sammy look! Right there!" Nick pointed to something outside.
We were on I-85. I believe we were in Gaffney, South Carolina. There is a tower with a giant peach on it. It looked like a real peach, including a nice red patch on it. From the angle we were driving, the peach looked like a huge butt. A huge spanked butt.
We all started laughing.
"Nicholas," Dad called.
"Yes, sir?" Nick answered. Nick was usually polite for an hour or so after getting spanked, just long enough for his butt to stop hurting.
"Hey, boy, want me to make your butt look like that peach again?" Dad joked.
Laughing, Nick said "No, thank you, sir. I think it still looks like that now!"