On a Pedestal

After my Daddy gives me a good ass whuppin he makes me go out in the yard and stand on this stone pedestal that has been there for years so my big welted butt is on display to anyone who walks by. He tells me it just a part of my punishment! It dosent take long for a crowd to start gathering either. Word travels fast in a small town like ours. I hate being on display like that and he knows it! I would rather take another whuppin!

Cutting School

By Eric


I walked into the house and was surprised to see my dad standing there.....usualy he didn't get home till around six. Hey dad what are you doing home.....but before I could finish he interupted me by asking, Were you in school today? I said I was but I was lying...I had been out with my boys all day. Boy......I don't know who you think your talking to but I'm not that stupid. Do you think you could cut school and I wouldn't find out about it? I got a call at work from the school and they said you missed three days this month! Dad, I....I don't know what you mean .......but before I could finish he cut in again......Boy I suggest that you think about what you say next because your already in for one hell of a whuppin so unless you wanna make it worse you just go ahead and keep on lying. Shit I said to myself....I knew I was busted....I can't believe I let my boys talk me into skippin out of school. I didn't want to at first but I did anyway. Damn we had some fun that first time we cut so I kept doing it. It was the end of the school year and I didn't think it was a big deal! He started yelling in spanish at me as he usualy does when he's mad! He was Puerto Rican and my Mother is black Yo dad I'm sorry but my friends made me go.......again he stopped me and told me it was no ones fault but my own. You had a choice and you chose to skip school and now I choose to give you a ass whuppin. I thought I was done with getting my ass whupped.....I mean I'm 16 now and he hasn't beat my ass in over a year .......damn, I wish I would of put more thought into this stupid idea! I started to walk upstairs to my room where he usually gives it to me but he stopped me and asked where I was going? To my room dad....I thought you said I was gonna get it? NO...were gonna take care of this here and now! Now get those clothes off boy and be quick about it. I just stood there not understanding what he meant? All my clothes I said? Yep....everything.....I want you bareass naked boy and bent over the arm of that couch NOW! I jumped when he yelled at me...damn was he mad....I haven't seen him this mad in awhile! As I was stripping a saw him take his belt off and double it over. I started to tremble...you know that feeling you get in your stomach whe you know it's coming! Dad please I'm really sorry please don't whup me....Please. You need a good lesson boy and your gonna get one. I finished stripping and was a little embarrassed about having my dad see me naked like this ...it has been awhile since he or anybody has seen me naked. I don't know why but I was semi hard but I kept my hands in front of me. Over the couch my dad told me...I was glad to bend over the couch at least to hide my hard on but now my behind was on display! I heard the clock strike 4 o'clock and realized the my younger brother would be home soon...Shit I thought.....he can't see me like this, I'll never live it down. Dad....Javon is gonna be home soon can we do this upstairs? I got my answer with a loud thwack of his belt!! Ahhh.....Thwack, Thwack, Thwack!!! Whack, Smack,,,,Whap!! He was lighting my ass up form the start.....he was pating special attention to that sensitive spot between my ass and thighs.....he knew how to give a boy a good whuppin alright!! Thwack....Thwack......Dad please.....Thwack, Whap.....Thwack!! He didn't let up...It was all I could do from jumping up but I knew from past experiences that it would only make things worse! Tears were already falling down my face and I knew it would only be a while before I was crying out like a baby. Thwack....Thwack....Dad....WHap.....WHhaaaaa...and there it was.....I was getting my bare butt beat and was crying hard like a baby! I was kicking my legs which I know was giving my dad full glimpses of my tiny brown hole! Whhhaaa nooo pleeease....whaaaa....daddy stop! I was a mess by this time but even with all that was going on I heard the front door slam shut.....Oh crap I thought....thats my brother! Dad Please let me go upstairs. You stay right there boy...I'm not finished with you yet. I heard him go into the other room and talk to my brother. Javon I'm punishing you brother for cutting school so I want you and your friends to go up to your room and play util were finished ok. Friends? oh no...he had some of his classmates with him.....shit can this get any worse I thought to myself? Actually it could....he had to go through this room to get upstairs. I heard them coming and pushed my face into the couch to try and hide my tear soaked face. We have both been spanked before but rarely in front of each other and especially not totally naked. I knew my balls and my ass was on full display as they walked by. Wow dad your really giving it to him good....I heard one of his friends comment on how red my ass was! I had a feeling my ass was gonna be the topic of there conversations for weeks to come. When they were up stairs my dad continued to whup my behind! Whap Thwack Thwack....the crying started immediately .....Thwack Thwack....After about 20 more strokes he stopped. I was crying so hard that I didnt clam down for 20 minutes. When I was a little more calmed down my dad helped me up a gave me one of those memorable lectures about school and lying and peer pressure...you know the usual stuff and after he was finished he told me to park my nose in the corner until dinner. My brother yelled down to my dad and asked him if it was ok for them to come downstairs? He told them it was...but I knew that the little brats were listening to everything that was going on downstairs. I spent about a hour in the corner with my sore ass on display to the world to see! My brother and his friends were there the whole time laughing and talking about what my butt looked like and what it must feel like! My dad didn't even say anything to them....I guess he thought I would stop me from making the wrong choice in the future and also stop my little brother from making the same mistake I made.

Mine...All Mine

Same Time Next Week.....

I've wanted to take my strap to your behind ever since I first saw you. That butt looked so round and plump and was just asking for it! I took awhile but I finally convinced you to let me do what I think you want and need! Now I have your bare butt bent over and waiting. I'm gonna give you a goon ass whuppin and then I'm gonna give you some more! Mmmm....I love the way your cheeks bounce when the strap hits it.....I give your thighs a few licks and watch you jump from the sting. I stop and rub those smooth hot brown cheeks for awhile. You keep your face hidden but I can hear you silently crying and then I tell you it's time for the second part of your punishment! It's even harder and longer than the first part. Even though your crying pretty hard I'm kinda impressed at how well you took your whuppin. When it's over I keep you in position on display so I can admire those nice stripes on your behind. I finally let you up and help you get dressed as the tears are still running down your face and I tell you to be here the same time next week a don't be late if you know whats good for you! I give you a hug and smack you on your ass as you leave. You wince at the pain and leave....as you walk away you wonder why you keep coming back...it hurts so much and it so embarrassing to get a bare ass whuppin as a grown man but there is something that keeps bringing you back for more. Do I need it? Do I want it? Do I Like it?

Deputy Jeavons Gets The Grass Cut

By John Lambert
Copyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original author only, whether stated explicitly in the text or not.

A few clouds drifted aimlessly across an otherwise unbroken vista of blue, I ran a handkerchief over my sweat popped brow and took another swig from my soda.
I was taking a break from my duties, which involved cruising around the neighbour, delivering summons and keeping a vigilant eye. It was good to sit a while on the bench outside the grocery store, underneath the awning, in the relative cool.

Mrs. Hall, a middle-aged woman known vaguely to me, came out of the grocery and asked, in a timid voice, ‘Can I speak wit’ you Deputy Jeavons?’
‘Sure Ma’am.’ I smiled. She put her groceries down and I moved along to give her space.
‘It’s about my boy, Fitz.’ She began nervously. I was all ears then, since all sorts of alarming rumours already darkened the reputation of her ‘boy’. I pictured a lively and cheerful sixteen-year-old individual. He had the face of an angel, but some of his characteristics were devilish.

Mrs. Hall catalogued a long series of flaws possessed by Fitz, he was ‘sassy’, utterly lazy, – and even today, she lamented, he had refused to do any yard work.
‘A tiger could hide in the grass at the back of our house.’ she exclaimed.
She stopped short of saying that Fitz had done anything criminal, she had no knowledge of that, but she sounded far from convinced that he had not perpetrated any crimes. Fitz had been on my radar for a little while, hovering shadow-like on the fringes, mentioned here and there as a possible culprit. He was the kind of scoundrel elders and responsible people often thought ‘might be worth questioning about recent misdeeds.’
‘Of course,’ Mrs. Hall moaned, ‘it was different when his father was here.’ Mr. Hall had gone north to work in one of those ‘automobile factories’.
‘Frank, that’s my husband; he’d beat a heavy leather strap on Fitz’s butt like it was a tambourine.’ Mrs. Hall sighed in exasperation, remembering those better days.
The conversation sent a ticklish trickle of sweat down my spine.
‘Mrs. Hall,’ I announced in my best Law Officer’s voice, ‘a boy’s addiction to mischief is always stronger than his sense of prudence or fear. Take away the fear, and the control goes.’
Mrs. Hall nodded agreement and sighed again as she announced, ‘Ain’t that so.’
‘You still got the strap?’ I asked quietly, licking the last taste of soda from my lips.
‘I sure do.’ She smiled wickedly.
‘Let’s take a ride to see Fitz.’ I suggested, picking up her groceries.

Our arrival could not be kept secret from the local inhabitants, the black and white car was one of few parked in the road. I helped Mrs. Hall carry the groceries into a small, but neat and clean, house. The yard was not tidy, the grass had grown very long, and the space looked neglected. Loud music came from a room on the right.
‘He’s still in his room.’ Mrs. Hall announced tired, as she nodded back down the passageway towards the blaring sounds.
‘Is that the strap?’ I asked pointing at excellent looking instrument of punishment hanging from the back of the kitchen door.
‘It sure is,’ Mrs. Hall said and then added, ‘we got a swell woodshed out the back, large and empty for swinging that strap.’
I took the strap down. It was a fine broad, thick piece of leather perfect for slapping some sense into a bad boy’s butt.
‘Ma,’ a voice bellowed above the music, ‘you doing some coffee? I need some coffee.’ Mrs. Hall shook her head slowly. The indignant voice came again, ‘Did you remember the Oreos? I need some of them too!’ I gripped the strap tighter in order to calm the excited pulsing of my blood.

I burst into Fitz’s room. The curtains were drawn; the room a mess, I smelt jack-off juice and, worse still, the stale odour of reefers. Fitz, fumbled at his fly, he smiled a gentle smile of embarrassment. When he smiled, wonderful dimples appeared on his cheeks. I had forgotten the extent of his dashing good looks. He turned the music off, his hands a blur of movement.
‘I was just fiddling.’ He knitted his brows, suppressing his feeling of annoyance.
‘Well, put your violin back in your pants, we gotta talk.’ For a boy caught shelling his corncob, he made a fast recovery.
‘What you doin’ here?’ He spat out. I gazed at his fiery, angry face. He stared at me in a most unceremonious manner, silently assessing the threat that I posed. His face was a mixture of fear and defiance.
‘Smoking reefers,’ I made a pointed of breathing in deeply, ‘running round town up to all sorts of mischief, giving your Ma’ a bad time, all ‘no-no's’, but talking to a Deputy like that, uh-uh, that’s a really serious ‘no-no’.’ I wagged my finger in his face. The boy’s wide mouth opened and closed, but no words emerged from between his ripe, full lips. I had rocked him to his foundations. I lifted and smelt the suspicious brown substance on a small square of silver paper on his bedside table. He gulped, gasped, started to look profoundly guilty, and began shaking.

I drew back the curtains and opened the window, a small crowd had gathered in the alleyway that ran beside the garden. They were curious onlookers, interested in the fate of others. I knew that already rumours of Fitz’s imagined and actual misdemeanours would be circulating. The crimes becoming more heinous as the minutes passed.
I lifted the strap up, his face lightened a shade. ‘You and I are going to the woodshed, and I’m going whup your behind real hard.’ I stated calmly, an intensely serious expression filled my face, although the sound of blood in my ears almost deafened me.
‘Whup my behind?’ Fitz nearly choked with indignation, and he froze in astonishment. Such a thought appalled him. His voice rose to such a pitch of disbelief that it sounded almost like a girl's.
‘Whup it real hard.’ I emphasized.
‘Real hard.’ He repeated in a sensational whisper. He gave me an ‘unsettled’ look.
I could see he was thinking about the precarious nature of his situation. At this point, many errant individuals embark on callow, pathetic self-justifications. Fitz just looked a little queasy, began blinking rapidly, bowed his head bashfully, and took a deep, sobbing gulp of air.
‘Ok, a whuppin’.’ He nodded as his deep, brown eyes danced wildly.
‘A real hard whuppin’.’ I repeated unable to disguise my impatience with his ‘slow learning’.
With the anger and indignation gone from his face, he was a heart numbingly handsome youth.

I put my hand on his shoulder and guided him through the kitchen.
Mrs. Hall informed Fitz that indeed she had purchased Oreos and that, provided he ‘behaved well’ some would be made available ‘after’.
Outside loafers had gathered like crows at the sight of carrion. Some craned their necks to see over the fence. Others invaded the driveway to peer round the side of the house.
Everybody was eyeballing Fitz. On the walk to the woodshed, his last traces of bravado deserted him. I could feel trembling through his shoulder, and his breathing was heavy and laboured. The grass was long; perhaps a tiger cub could hide in it.
‘ ‘One size’ is gonna get a larruping.’ A young voice cried out gleefully. The misfortunes of others fodder for mirth.
I turned in the direction of the voice and shouted, ‘If I hear another word from you, you’ll get one too.’ A young boy, his face full of happy dazzling white teeth, pulled his head down into his shoulders. The boy’s good humour vanished faster than his smile.
One size – Fitz Hall, I thought, what a burden.

We entered the woodshed, it was ‘large and empty’ as Mrs. Hall has stated. I left the door ajar, for the spectators to better appreciate and enjoy proceedings, and absorbed the smells of sawdust and creosote. Fitz moved towards the workbench that dominated the space. He might have been dumb enough to earn himself a ‘really hard whuppin’, but he was not dumb enough to think his pants were going to get in the way of the strap. He fumbled at his fly buttons, successfully unbuttoned them, pushed down his pants, and followed them with his shorts.
He looked at me pleadingly, ‘Get your ass over that bench.’
He did, I moved his shirt away and examined Fitz’s slim, pert upturned buttocks with the attentive eyes of a connoisseur. I gazed adoringly at the pretty, dark rump he presented, but for only a few seconds. My head was spinning so fast I thought it might leave its moorings and my heart was racing as if I had run a long distance. I whacked a stroke across the superb spheres and felt calmer immediately. I experienced the rapture I always enjoy when delivering a first stroke, of many, to a bad boy’s bottom. The leather strap striking the firm ass produced a loud musical note. A hoot of appreciation came from the loiterers outside. Fitz, listless and resigned, heaved a sigh. I whacked him again and followed that with a fast third stroke. I was laying heat across the centre of his bottom, all the strokes landed on the same segment. Fitz, sounded as if he had run a long distance, panted, and gasped. His dark bottom lightened in colour, turned grey, and started to quiver between strokes. I whacked three more quick-fire strokes across the greyest section of the curves. He let out a soft cry, like gulping down air after holding his breath for a long period,
‘Ain’t that enough?’ He asked with more than a slight degree of acrimony in his voice.
‘Didn’t I say a ‘real hard whuppin,’ I planted my next stroke, ‘I said that didn’t I?’ The boy had gulped and convulsed after my last blow. ‘Didn’t I?’ I encouraged him with his next. Fitz’s right hand moved from the workbench and began to edge slowly towards his sore ass.
‘Yes, you did,’ the sorry sounding boy managed between gasps. I gave him another whack. After a pause he said, ‘surely that’s enough.’ Apart from sounding sorry, he also sounded a little riled at my persistence. I gave him another. His cute little ass jiggled and danced.
‘Fitz,’ I announced gravely, and whacked him again. ‘Anytime you decide you want to get your sore little tush back inside your pants, you can start by calling me ‘Sir’’. I whacked him once more. His bouncy ass cheeks clenched. Fitz digested the importance of what I had said to him rapidly.
‘Sir,’ he stated with the short, sharp desperation of the misunderstood, ‘I didn’t mean no disrespect, Sir.’ I whupped him again. ‘I’ll be good, Sir.’ He howled. I whupped him again. He issued first a dull groan mingled with a throaty wheezing followed by a lengthy sniffing and then a terrible wail. It was the sound of a boy in excruciating pain and of one who had learnt his lesson.
I looked long and hard at Fitz’s butt, nothing looks better than a fine, young ass with fresh ‘learning’ marks on it.
‘Up you get, Fitz.’ I ordered. Fitz did not need a second invitation. He shot upright and pulled his shorts over his hot behind. His pants followed rapidly and when in place he rubbed small, slow circles with the palm of his hands over his aching bottom.
‘Now Fitz,’ the youth stood before me. His hot face and flushed, and his eyes moist. He looked like a boy in ‘listening-hard’ mode, ‘take that lawnmower and start cutting the grass.’ Fitz was paying rapt attention, his brow knitted in immense concentration, clearly fearful that any further fault on his part might provoke a resumption of ‘whuppin’.
‘Yes, Sir.’ He stated instantly, and he even nodded his full comprehension and moved towards the implement.
‘I’m going to keep an eye on you, Fitz, you bad again, this strap gonna cling to your butt like tar to a feather, you understand?’
He understood. ‘Yes, Sir.’ He was already pushing the mower outside.

Mrs. Hall gave me coffee and I ate some of Fitz’s Oreos. Fitz was very busy cutting the grass. He worked hard, only occasionally taking time to confirm to the most fascinated and reluctant to leave, of the straggling watchers that, ‘it hurt like hell, still does.’
I took the mysterious brown substance from Fitz’s bedroom, and threw it in down a drain on way to the car. Fitz was still mowing the grass as I left.

Vid Caps

Here are a few vid caps from a video from the site Reluctantyoungmen.com of a cute young brutha getting a paddling. I have never seen this video myself so I don't know how intense the spankings are. Feel free to comment if you have seen the video.

Busted At Work

"You screwed up on the job for the last time!" the Foreman tells you......You beg him not to fire you and how much you need this job and how you would do anything not to get fired! He says that he will give you one more chance but your ass is gonna pay the price! He tells you in order to keep your job you are gonna have to take a good ass paddling from him! You know you can't afford to lose another job so you reluctantly agree. He then tells you to meet him at the work site after hours!

You haven't messed up since he took the paddle to your ass but you know it's only a matter of time until he blisters your butt again!

A Whuppin

Your know you got an as whuppin coming boy....get those saggin pants down! Get your ass over the that chair. I've told you before what would happen everytime you mess up didn't I?

Be quiet, I don't care if everybody in the house is gonna see your bare butt get whupped! Now I'm gonna give you a ass whuppin your never gonna forget!

Ohhhh Sweet Barry!

Just found this wonderful picture of my favorite spanking model from Sting Pictures...Barry. How can you not fall for that face....oh , and butt! I hope your doing well wherever you are!!

Sting Pictures

Just a nice image from Sting Pictures