Peter Taylor was only 12 years old when his father received the report from the middle-school-- Unless his son improved his grades and behavior over the next 2 months, he would have to repeat 6th grade. Now Peter had a penchant for play and mischief rather than schoolwork-- he would much rather be with his friends Tommy and Derrick exploring the nearby woods, or playing softball. He was a real boy's boy, with a medium build, red hair in "Beatle Style", and slight freckles across his pert nose and high-boned cheeks. He was well physically developed, particularly his backside which stuck out with a well rounded and pertly shaped prominance. Even though corporal punishment was not allowed at his school, several teachers hadn't resisted giving him a mild smack, or at least a pat, to his jouncy buttocks. He had bright green eyes and an easy smile, and could be very playful.

Unfortunately for Peter, this playful streak had gotten him into trouble time and again with his parents, and after trying various punishments, they together decided that only severe spanking seemed to get Peter's attention at all. To be fair to his older brother Mikey (age 14) and younger brother Justin (age 8) as well as his slightly older sister Janis (age 13), family punishments were standardized so no one could complain. After the culprit had been confronted with and admitted their need for punishment, the fate was sealed. After dinner the whole family would procede into the living room, where the punishment would be administered in full view of everyone, including any family or guests present.

All punishments were administered upon the child's bare buttocks, after they removed all of their clothing in front of the family. Peter's parents felt that this humiliation and submission was essential to proper chastisment. If the culprit resisted, they would be "assisted" removing their clothing, and the severity of the spanking increased. A special chair in the living room, called the "spanking chair", was used to assist in the punishments, which happened on the average every week or so.

All of the children got their share of punishments, the only difference being the implements used and severity (and sometimes position) which was determined by age and the seriousness of the infraction. For young Justin, the spanking was often given by hand, or with the hard-backed wood hairbrush, over his father's knee, until his buttocks were blazing red and he was no longer struggling. Father was a very thorough spanker, covering every square centimeter of the buttocks, and not neglecting the inside of the crevice between them. For the older children, there was a strap, a tawse for more serious offences, and the whippy junior school cane for the most severe crimes. Today, Peter would get the tawse.

After dinner, the family gathered in the living room. Peter had not eaten much, and had a downcast expression on his pretty face. The other children were astir at the prospect of watching punishment, which they hated getting themselves but loved witnessing. With the rest of the family comfortably seated, Peters father moved the "spanking chair" to the center of the living room, and issued the commands-- "Peter, you know why you are here. Tonight you will be severly punished for you laziness and inattention. You will recieve the tawse on you naked buttocks. Remove you clothing now, and fold it up". Miserably, Peter complied. He undid his belt and unsnapped his trousers, while avoiding looking at his watchful family. He removed his gym shoes and sock, and slid his trousers down over his pert buttocks and completely off, folding them and putting them on the coffee table as his father had said. He removed his tee-shirt to show his muscular 12 year old frame. The family noted a slight bulge in his fruit of the loom white underpants, which was not lost on he or they. Father now had the tawse, black leather, supple from use, 2 tails, about 12 inches long with a 6 inch leather handle. He was swishing it back and forth impatiently. "Remove you underwear, Peter" he commanded. Peter reluctantly complied, his semi-erect penis emerging into full view of the family. He slid the underwear down and off his ankles, placing them on the coffee table with his other clothing. "Bend over the chair, buttocks high, grasp the lower rung" his father intoned. Peter complied. His buttocks were high in the air, directly facing the family. "Open your legs wider" father commanded, Peter did so they were about 16 inches apart.. "Arch you back, stick your buttocks out further"-- Peter did, the family now could see his jouncy buttocks, quivering in anticipation, as well as his youthful penis and testicles dangling between his thighs below his buttocks. "Swish" smacked the tawse on Peter's naked buttocks. He yelped. "Swish" again, and again, and again. Peter bounced up and down upon the soles of his feet but knew enough to stay in position, or the whole punishment would need to start over. "Smack!!!" loudly cracked the tawse. Father was an expert tawser. One tail (the upper one) would snap across the mid-buttocks, while the lower tail would bend, on it's own accord, an find it's way into the crevice between the buttocks. Sometimes the lower tail would even catch Peter's balls or penis-- the price for misbehavior! Smack, Smack, Whack, went the tawse, tears were streaming down Peter's freckled cheeks as the tawse did it's unmerciful work. Peter's hips bucked and squirmed, but he didn't let go of the chair rung. He started pleading "Please dad-- enought-- I'll be good-- It hurts to much-- Please aim a little higher-- I love you dad-- please-- I'm sorry-- I'll do better in school--Mom, tell him to stop" But mom didn't-- she fully supported Father's methods of punishment. Finally, Peter's buttocks were a livid red, from top to bottom where the thighs meet the rise of the buttocks, and deep into the crevice. Even the back of his ball sac was bright pink. Peter was crying softly, and the awful swishing finally stopped. "Ok, Peter, you may get up now and get dressed" father said. Peter's hands jerked off the chair rung and he reached back to grab one buttock in each hand. He jumped up and down like a frog in front of the whole family, frantically rubbing the fire out of his naked buttocks. The family noticed his youthful penis had now grown to twice it's normal size, and it was bouncing up and down as Peter hopped and wiggled. His sister stared in fascination, bright eyed. His brothers now had bulges in their pants, which they put there arms over to conceal. "Peter, next time it will be the cane on your naughty bare buttocks, so you had better learn to behave in school". As Peter tearfully slid his underwear back on to cover his privates, he had the feeling he would be feeling that cane very soon!