It was the summer after my junior year of high school and school had been out for a few weeks. I was the only one at home that day because my mother and sisters were shopping, dad was at work, and my 10-year-old brother Greg had gone to a friend's house to play. One of my friends stopped by, and we started throwing a baseball back and forth across the street, which wasn't smart idea because of how close our neighbor's house (and window) was. Naturally, I overthrew my friend one time and the ball went right through the window. We decided to take off, as our neighbor wasn't home and nobody else had noticed us. We figure no one would be able to know for sure who had done it since several kids lived in the neighborhood. The two of us went to his house and played Nintendo and listened to music. Around 5:30, when my dad gets home and we have dinner, I took off for home.
When I got there, the mood in the house was icy. My mom and sister hadn't come back yet, but my dad was sitting in a chair, half watching the news and half glaring at my little brother. My brother, on the other hand had red eyes and was still sniffling; he had obviously been spanked. He took turns glaring at my father and putting his head in his hands. I went back to my friend, and signalled my brother to follow me, planning to console him. When he told me what had happened though, I felt like someone had hit me in the stomach. Apparently, after I left my brother and his friend had come home and started throwing a ball around in the yard. This was much safer than what I had done earlier, with no danger of breaking windows. But when our neighbor came home, he saw my brother playing with a ball in the yard, noticed his broken window, and put two and two together mistakenly. When my father pulled in the driveway, our neighbor called and said that my brother had broken his window. Normally my father wouldn't have believed this without proof, but my brother said he was in a bad mood anyway. Something must have happened at the office to piss him off. Anyway, when my father got the phone call, he made my brother's friend leave, grabbed my brother and proceeded to soundly spank him. He was going to have to pay for the window out of his allowance as well. My brother was so upset he started crying again; he claimed that he hadn't done it, and I knew he was right.
I was sick. Because of my irresponsibility, my brother had gotten spanked. I told him the truth about what had happened, and he got such a hurt look on his face that I felt like _s_h_i_t_. I hugged him, apologized, and told him that we would go out now and tell dad the truth. I had no idea what he would do, but I owed my brother that much.
Dad was still in a bad mood when we walked out there, and I told him I had something to tell him.
"Well?", he said, putting down the newspaper and looking impatient.
Before I lost my nerve, I blurted out "Greg didn't break the window Dad, I did, earlier this afternoon. No one was looking so I just left. I never meant for Greg to get in trouble for what I did."
My father's face, annoyed when I started, had turned visibly angry. "I can't believe you would do something so childish. You know how stupid playing baseball in the street is."
"I know, Dad", I said, "And I'm willing to make up for it. I'll pay for the window out of my allowance, and I'll make it up to Greg somehow."
"No matter what you do, Greg will still be spanked. Nothing can change that. It's partly my fault for not searching for all the facts, but this never would have happened if you hadn't tried to shirk responsibility in the first place. I expect Greg to act like a 10 year old because he is one, not you!"
I looked at Greg, saw the hurt still on his face that I had caused, and knew what I had to do. "Dad, I want you to give me whatever punishment you gave Greg. It won't make up for it, but it's the fairest thing to do." What the hell, I thought, there's no way he'll spank me. And even if he does, im 17 now, not 10, and I can take it.
My dad looked at me. "You know that I spanked Greg for this, don't you?" I nodded. "Yes, I think a spanking for you is in order. If you're going to act like a 10-year-old, I'll treat you like one. First, I'll clear things up with Bob". (our neighbor) He went to the phone and called Bob, explaining what happened. My face reddened when I heard him mention spanking; I hadn't expected him to tell my neighbor about it. This wasn't to be the greatest of my surprises, though.
Dad came back and stood in front of us. "Tony, to ensure an impression is made on you of the importance of responsibility, I will give you a spanking now, and you will go across the street tomorrow morning and receive another from Bob. I was going to give you your second, but he asked if he could, and since it was his window I figured, why not?"
I was shocked! But I wasn't about to argue; I did owe this to my brother after all. "Do you want to stay and watch, Greg?" I asked. "It's only fair, because you got what was coming to me."
Greg thought about it, but decided he'd rather go wait in his room until it was over. My father ordered me down to the basement, and said he would be down in a minute.
I went downstairs and sat on the bench by the washer and dryer. Before long my dad came down, carrying a paddle I had seen but never known my father to use. He had been in a frat in college, and his letters and pledge year were on the paddle.
"Although you acted like a 10-year-old, you are 17, and need a spanking appropriate for your age. Remove you shirt, socks and shoes." I did. "Bend over and brace yourself against that table." Bare chested and bare footed, I bent over and closed my eyes, waiting. I never thought he might decide to use the paddle. This might actually hurt!
"I never thought I would have to spank you again, Tony, and I hope this is the last time. Count aloud, and don't move or speak."
He rubbed he paddle against my ass before drawing back. CRACK! The sound was louder than I would have imagined, and my ass was instantly on fire. "ONE!" I managed to say.
WHACK! WHACK! CRACK! WHACK! "Five!" I gasped. This was really hurting, but I was determined not to cry. My ass was in flames! Whack! "Six!" Whack! "Seven!" Whack "a-a--eight!" My eyes were beginning to water, but I was determined that I wouldn't cry like a baby. Two more times the paddle cracked my ass, and then my father moved off and said "stand up!"
Glad it was over, I stood up and moved to grab my shirt. "STOP!" my father snapped. "I never said we were finished. Take your pants off, NOW!"
"What?" I cried, staring in disbelief. "You took the 17-year-old punishment, not you will take the 10-year-old punishment. Get those pants off!"
Still I stared, unmoving. "Get those off or you'll be back over for more of the paddle!" snapped my father. Slowly I undid my jeans, slid them down and off, and stood there in my Hanes briefs.
Sitting down, on the bench, my father motioned me to lie across his knees. "Aw dad, not over the knees. I'm too old for that!" Before I knew what was happening, he had jumped up, grabbed me and had me pulled across my lap. He immediately began spanking my ass with his hand.
My resolve not to cry began to weaken quickly. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! While he spanked me, he began to lecture me about responsibility. WHAP! "You are too old to get up to [WHAP!] stupid [WHAP!] trick like today [WHAP WHAP WHAP!}. Not only did you break property, [WHAP] but you tried to hide it and [WHAP] let you brother take responsibility [WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP]"
"Dad, stop, it hurts!" I begged, near tears. "I've had enough!". I started to struggle causing him to break rhythm momentarily. "Stop fighting! You asked for this because you know you deserve it!" I felt his hand in the waistband of my briefs, and seconds late my ass was bare.
WHAP! "OH GOD!" WHAP! "STOP" WHAP! "p-please, d-dad!" WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP! "st-st-stop!" WHAP WHAP! I could no longer hold back and began to sob uncontrollably. My father gave me about 20 more hard whacks before stopping. When I stopped, I lay sobbing across his lap, thoroughly defeated. He pulled up my briefs, and helped me to my feet.
"Go apologize to your brother." I reached for my jeans. "You don't need you clothes to apologize. Now go!" Slowly I walked upstairs wearing only my underwear. I hoped my mother and sisters weren't back yet, but of course they were. I had to go past then with red eyes, still sobbing a little, with some red sticking out past the bottom of my briefs. They didn't say anything, but I was still mortified. When I got to my brothers room, I hugged him and told him I was sorry. I showed him the damage, and we laughed and hugged again, and everything was all right.
Execpet, of course, that I had another spanking coming tomorrow...