This is the continuation of my tale leading up to Better Late Than Never and isn't a tale of punishment that I witnessed myself, though I did see the outcome of it and heard the tale from the party involved, shall we say, intimately. It took a couple of conversations and coaxing to get this story of crime and punishment and I'm going to write this a bit differently than my other stories. Hope you enjoy and as always, let's hear from you!
Danny wasn't a bad kid, it was more that he felt that rules of any sort didn't apply to him. At seventeen he was fair sized at 5' 10" tall and weighed about 150 and had light brown hair worn shoulder length and blue eyes. Although he was an adult in size he was the sort who was a late bloomer in the beard department and a week would go by before he would get a 5 o'clock shadow and the lack of facial hair made him look even younger than his years. He also had the mind-set of a kid, whatever he felt like doing he did, anything else wasn't even considered. Smoking cigarettes and pot had been a regular habit of his since about 12 and lately liquor had made the scene and when he wasn't stoned he was drunk, some of the times both at the same time. He had a few minor run-ins with the law but nothing he was taken to court over and his discipline was more or less left up to his father.
Dad would try grounding him to no avail, he would go out the window quick as thought when he wanted to and gain access to the house the same way. He had just gotten his license to drive but had no car so there were no car keys to take away, he probably would have hot-wired it anyway. All his father could do was try to keep an eye on him at all times but even he had to sleep sometimes and then Danny was gone. Spankings had worked in the past but Dad felt that Danny was just too big for spanking now and had quit doing so several years before. This idea on Dad's part would make a sudden reversal as you soon will hear.
After driving an old Ford for years, Dad had finally made the plunge and bought himself a new Chrysler 300 with all the goodies. Jet black and about the size of a battleship, this car was Dad's pride and joy and nobody else was allowed to drive it, not even his wife. The old Ford was still on the road and was used by everyone else, even Danny got to drive it on occasion when he had been good for a change, or at least not overly bad. A scratch on the 300 would have been like a scratch on Dad's face and he'd sooner have it there.
Dad and Mom had gone on vacation for two weeks with friends of theirs and had left both vehicles in the yard with strict orders not to touch the Chrysler. After a few days of never being able to use the Ford because his brother was always using it, Danny found the keys to the 300 and seeming as no-one else was at home decided it wouldn't hurt to take it for a joy ride. All went well for a while, the big car was a dream to drive and Danny was having a ball. He picked up a couple of his friends and they just drove and fooled around. Not having his license for very long and certainly not being used to a car like the Chrysler it didn't take very long for Danny to misjudge a curve and run off the road and wipe out the right front fender. "Holy _s_h_i_t_!" he thought, "I'm going to be grounded forever!" He managed to get the car home and parked in the same place it had been and was trying to figure out how to fix the car before his dad saw it.
A guy from a body shop looked at the car and came up with an estimate of about $1200 to fix it like new. It might as well have been twelve million, Danny didn't have the money. Now all he could do was wait until his parents got home from their vacation.
The fateful day arrived and the first thing Dad did was look at his baby and almost had a stroke when he saw the ruined fender. It didn't take very long to figure out who the culprit was and he looked up at Danny (he was only about 5'5" tall but rather heavy) and said "You're grounded until I say so. Go to your room and stay there."
The day passed slowly for Danny, laying on his bed and staring at the ceiling and he didn't leave his room at all, not even for lunch. About 5 o'clock he heard a car start up in the yard and looked out the window, it was the Ford and all of his family was in it except for his dad. As it drove off he wondered what was going on.
Soon he heard footsteps on the staris and his dad came into his room. In his hand was his old razor strop, the one that Danny had felt on his butt in the past and remembered well. Dad explained to him that the car wasn't insured for him, an underage driver, and the cost of repairing it was coming out of his pocket. Seeming as Danny couldn't pay for fixing the car he had decided to take it out of his hide. He told Danny to get up off the bed and take off his pants.
Danny figured he better do what he was told for although Dad was smaller than him he was still pretty rugged and in a knock down, drag out, Danny knew he'd get the worst of the deal. Slowly he unzipped his jeans and let them drop to the floor and sat down to pull them over his feet. He stood back up wearing only his T-shirt and briefs but Dad said "The underwear too, I want you to feel this." As Danny pulled down his underpants and bent over to get them off, exposing his round, white butt to his father for the first time in years, Dad placed his pillows in the middle of his twin bed. "I want you to lay down on your belly over these," he said, "and get a good grip on the rail of the headboard of your bed." Danny did as he was told and dicovered that the position left his rump sticking up in the air with his crack somewhat exposed and blushed to think that his anus might be in plain view. He had a raging erection both from having to pee and a bit of excitement about the thought of getting his ass whipped at his age and sort of stuffed it down deside the pillow when he lay down. "Now grab the headboard," Dad ordered, "and whatever you do, don't let go. If you do the whipping will only get worse."
Danny lay there waiting for the first lash of the strop and hard a whooshing sound followed by a sharp CRACK! when the strop made contact with his vulnerable and naked ass. Over and over these sounds repeated themselves and were quickly joined by Danny's crys and wails of pain but the whipping continued. For a full forty minutes Dad methodically brought the strop lashing across Danny's naked backside, sparing not a single inch of his buttocks and hips and even a considerable portion of the backs and sides of his legs leaving the entire area a molten, seething, well of red hot agony. Danny's wailing had subsided partway through the punishment for he screamed himself hoarse and all he could do was sob and jerk a bit when the strop bit into an especially tender spot on his bottom. Dad had even managed to hit the entire inside of his crack with the tip of the strop, a few lashes even making contact with his now very sore asshole, walking from side to side of the bed as necessary to get the proper angle. Finallly the whipping was finished and Dad told Danny that he was still grounded and if he broke his grounding he could look forward to another session with the strop. Danny just lay in the same position for an hour until he felt he could move without hurting his rump too badly.
He got off of the bed and went over to his bureau which had a mirror on it an examined his backside. Anyplace on his body that could possibly be considered a bottom looked like raw hamburger and it was bleeding a bit from dozens of little cuts where the strop bit really hard. Turning back to his bed he moved his pillows back to the top and made a dicovery, he should have asked to use the bathroom before the whipping started for he had lost control of his bladder sometime during the punishment and had soaked his bed. Limping around he got the mattress turned over and changed the sheets and then lay back down on his belly with his ass acting like a radiator for the room.
From the whipping his whole rump turned a lovely shade of black and blue and all he could wear for quite a while was a bathrobe for pants hurt too much. His bum hurt so much that he couldn't even use the toilet normally and had to develop a sort of half squat technique for his necessary bodily functions, bending didn't hurt quite as much as sitting. It was at least a couple of weeks before he could put pants on but still wasn't all that happy about the idea of sitting down.
I saw the aftermath of this story and I've never seen an ass that looked that bad. I don't know if it improved his conduct or not, I know of at least one more time that he had a session with the strop with dad in his bedroom, maybe some people never learn. This is a true story, only the names have been changed to protect the guilty. Drop me a line and let me know what you think.