Keep Out!

I knew my ass was in trouble now! I was almost begging the cop that had me in custody not to call my dad because I knew what that meant! I didn't know it at the time but the officer actually knew my dad and wasn't going to arrest me for some minor trespassing but knew that my dad will take care of the problem right on the spot! I was just hanging out with my friends when they dared me to cut through the construction site....bad idea! The work site foreman had me in his office until the officer had arrived. I pleaded with him not to call my dad and I promised that I would never do it again but it fell on deaf ears. You could see the fire in my dad's eyes when he pulled up and had his belt out of the loops before he even reached me! I was butt naked in a matter of seconds and he tore my ass up good! The whuppin was painful and humiliating but getting it in front of a cop and a couple of construction workers is really hard thing to live down! I can't be totally sure but from what I could see through my watery eyes it looked like they were all enjoying the show! Before he dragged my crying behind to the car he thanked the officer and apologized to the construction crew for the disturbance and let them know that when he got me home he was gonna really give me something to cry about! I knew that my ass whuppin was no where near over!

Brought Home By The Police Pt. 2

By Eric2

As my dad handed me the keys to the SUV he told me I was responsible for my brothers….as If I didn’t already know that! He told me to be back around 4pm because the family was coming over for a cookout. Ok dad we will, I said. This was the first time me and my brothers were allowed out of the house on our own in over a month. We’ve been grounded for being brought home by the police for trespassing in a neighbor’s pool! It was innocent fun but there was a $1,500.00 dollar fine! Not only did we get a no nonsense butt whuppin from dad but he grounded us for a month!
We just drove around for a while not really knowing what to do but we were just enjoying being out of the house. After stopping to get something to eat my brothers said they wanted to check out the beach…..I knew they wanted to catch up with all the ladies so I gave in and said ok! Since it was the 4th of July weekend the beach was packed and it was hard to find a place to park but I finally found a spot a few blocks away. We ran into a lot of our boyz and hung out for a while…a lot of them were asking where we’ve been for the last few weeks? To embarrassed to tell them the truth we just said we were visiting some family out of town….thankfully nobody pushed the subject anymore!
Now I had no intention of getting in the water but everybody kept asking us to do it so me and my brothers stripped down to our boxers and dove in! After splashing around for about an hour I realized that it was already after 3pm and yelled for my brothers to get there asses out of the water because we gotta go! I think they could tell by my voice that I was serious. We said by to our friends and grabbed our clothes and headed to the car. I don’t know what we were thinking by getting to that water….we didn’t bring any towels or anything! I told my brothers that when we get to the car just take off our boxers and then put out shorts back on…I don’t want dad beating my ass again for getting his seats all wet! My brothers just laughed and said ok. We got to the car and proceeded to get out of out wet shorts and tried to get changed as quickly as possible without anybody seeing us! I guess we weren’t fast enough when I heard a deep voice behind us….Excuse me gentlemen!

We all turned around to see a big police officer that looked disturbing like our dad! Hi officer…”what’s the problem”, I asked? Boys do you know it’s against the law to expose yourself in public? What, I said to myself…is he kidding? Were sorry Sir we didn’t want to get the car seats all wet and I don’t think anybody saw us! I looked over at my brothers and they looked like deer in headlights……I think they were having flashbacks of what happended last month! Son there is a sign posted right there in front of your car! I looked up to see as sign that said just that…..I never even noticed it! Sir I didn’t realize …..he cut me off! I understand son but the laws the law…..I’m gonna have to give you a ticket! My heart sank and my butt cheeks clenched as soon as I heard that! Oh God….this can’t be happening again! Please Sir were sorry it won’t happen again we swear! Boys I hear that every day so I don’t want to hear it now! Officer Jackson made me give him my license so he could get my information….he went back to his car to do it. My brothers were freaking out by this point…..they knew this wasn’t gonna go down well and on top of that it was almost 4:00! Damn JT….were fucked man….I can’t believe this shit is happening again! Relax man….maybe we can talk our way out of this! “How”, Marcus asked? I don’t know bro….just let me think! By this time officer Jackson was walking back towards us and was handing me the ticket. Six hundred dollars! You can’t be serious! I then added a “Sir” to the end of that! He told us it was a $200.00 dollar fine times 3! Shit….Please Sir……can’t you just let us off with a warning this time….Please! Now I might have done that but when I put your name into the system in the patrol car it said you were fined about a month ago for trespassing! My head was spinning out of control at this point. Son I might reconsider if I could speak to your parents about this…..I find that it is usually more effective than a fine! Oh god……the last thing I wanted is to be taken home by the cops again. I looked at my brothers for a some sign of what I should do but I could tell they weren’t gonna be any help. Ok Sir, Were already gonna be in a lot of trouble as it is but I think it would be better if if we didn’t bring home a $600.00 fine as well.
So there we were driving home with Officer Jackson following us home in his patrol car! The twins decided that this was the time to scream and yell at me about what dad was gonna do but I yelled back and said look…..you know were gonna get our butts whupped again but you know it would be a lot worse with a fine now shut up! It was quiet for the rest of the ride home…..I could see all the cars and smell the grill smoke as I parked the car. We had to park down the street a little ways because most of the family had arrived for the cookout which just made everything more complicated and embarrassing. We walked up to the house when I heard one of my cousin’s yell that we were home and there was a cop with us! Shit I thought…..Thanks cousin Jeffery, I said under my breath….I hate that little shit! Dad was at the door in a second with a look on his face that almost beyond description! Officer Jackson spoke first and asked dad if he was Mr. Tyson as he shook his hand. Mr. Tyson…I’m officer Jackson and your boys were ticketed for public nudity at a public beach today. Now normally I would let them off with a warning but when I found out about the incident last month I thought I would bring them home and talk to you myself. As officer Jackson continued to talk I could see my dad’s face turn into that (I’m gonna beat your ass black and blue) look and I’ve seen that look a lot lately! I interrupted and tried to explain that we were just changing out of our wet clothes so we wouldn’t get the seats wet but dad cut me off and said he was gonna dry our butt good in a few minutes! My dad asked Officer Jackson to come inside and told us to get our butts down to the basement and to get out of those clothes NOW! We quickly did as we were told leaving them to talk.
Walking down the steps into that musty basement I knew that this was gonna be even worse than before! I’ve only been sent down here once before for cussing at my dad….it just slipped out and after that whuppin and I never did it again! My brothers as usual were already in tears as we slowly undressed……it didn’t take long since we weren’t wearing any boxers so within a minute were were bare ass naked and waiting on our dad. The worst part is that our entire family was upstairs and knew exactly what was going on and would be able to hear it as well! When I was younger it was easier to get over embarrassing shit like this but now I don’t think I’ll ever live it down…..17 and about to get a bare ass whuppin in front of my family! Still in deep thought about it all I heard the basement door open and heard my dad coming down the stairs but what surprised me was Officer Jackson was right behind him! What the hell I thought as all three of us instinctively covered ourselves. Dad…please just listen to me……we, Dad cut me off again and told us that Officer Jackson will not fine us as long as he was sure we had learned a lesson. Dad told us that Officer Jackson has two son’s himself and disciplines them the same way I’m about to! All the blood seemed to drain from my face as I realized what was about to happen…he was gonna watch dad give us our whuppins! It was bad enough with the entire family there but having officer Jackson there to witness our punishment was too much! My dad told the twins to go bring the workbench over to the middle of the room. It was a workout bench he got a few years ago but rarely used so now it was nothing but a butt whuppin bench! It was adjustable so one end can be lowered or raised. Dad positioned my brother Marvin over it first where his but was at the high end and he grabbed the lower end with his hands! I don’t think there is a more embarrassing position a teenage boy could be in…..everything back there was in full view to everyone! I waited for him to start taking off his belt but instead Officer Jackson started to take off his! He placed all the stuff he had hanging on his belt and placed it on a table and then handed it to my dad. I could tell it was a lot thicker than my dad’s belt was but still very flexable! Boys, Officer Jackson is letting me use his work belt because he felt it will get through to you a lot quicker than my belt would and I agree with him. He explained how a lot of his fellow officers had changed to the new nylon belts with the Velcro but he still preferred the classic leather belts…hmmm lucky for us I mumbled! Marvin who didn’t see Officer Jackson taking off his belt started crying out loud when he heard this! Officer Jackson said his boys felt it just a few days ago for missing curfew so it’s no stranger to young brown butts!
Damn…what did he want us to do….thank him? My dad stepped up behind Marvin and let loose with that belt right across Marvin’s ass! WHACK, THWACK, THWACK! I gasped at the sound it made and I could instantly see the welts from that evil belt forming on my little brothers ass! Marvin hit a new level of screaming that I had never heard before! Daddiiieeee…nooooooo….pleaseeeeee! I knew there was no way he would stay in place and my dad knew it to so he had me and Marcus hold my naked bro down for his whuppin! WHACK, WHAP, THWAP! Oooowwwwwiiiiiieeee….I’m sorryyyyyy! WHAP, THWACK, THWAP! Dad laid a few across his sit spot but mostly focused on the center of his ass! THWACK! Ahhhhhh! Dad gave him one final lick that you would swear had killed him but he was ok! Ok Marcus…your turn! I realized that he only gave him 10 licks but I realized that this belt had a lot more stinging power in it than my dads and I think my dad realized it to! Marvin got up crying as hard as I’ve ever seen him cry and stood up with his hands behind his head without even being told! I knew he didn’t want any more of that belt! Marcus took the position Marvin was just in and held on for dear life. My dad didn’t wait for him to get out of position he made us hold him down from the start! I looked up at Marvins big brown booty sticking up in the air and watched my dad’s arm swing that belt into his ass! WHAP, THWACK, WHAP! I could feel my brothers shoulder muscles tighten up with every lick! WHAP THWACK, THWACK! Dad….PLEASEEEE! WHACK, WHACK, THWACK, WHAP! The last lick got him right on his upper thighs….WHAP! He nearly got away from us after that last lick…..I knew that shit had to hurt and they were both dying to rub there asses but they knew better! I knew it was my turn and as I got up I noticed that the music that had been playing in the back yard had stopped and it was very quiet. I realized that my entire family was listening in on our whuppins and I knew our cousins were enjoying the hell out of this! As I walked around the bench I glanced at Officer Jackson who I swear had a smirk on his face and from his pants I could tell he was enjoying this whole thing! I wanted to say something to my dad but I knew better! I laid myself across the bench making my ass a big vulnerable target for that belt! JT….I’m gonna give you 20 licks! You’re supposed to be a little more responsible and this is the second time you have been brought home by the police! Shit…..I didn’t think it was fair that I was about to get my ass busted for some ridiculous public nudity fine. I could feel Officers Jacksons eyes on my ass….I knew he was loving every moment of this! My dad made my brothers hold me down and then it started! WHAP….oh shit…..what the fuck! AHHH! My god that hurt! WHAP, WHAP, THWACK! Dad……AHHHHH….STOP! WHAP, THWACK, THWACK! Daddy….pleaseeee I can’t take any more! I was begging my heart out…..I was so embarrassed about acting like this but this was the most painful thing I’ve ever felt! WHAP, THWACK, WHAP! Up until this point he worked my ass over pretty good but the next volley he aimed at my lower cheeks and upper thighs! WHAP, WHAP, WHAP! AHHHHH…WAAAAAHHHHH! I was openly crying now and kicking my legs around exposing my most private areas to my dad and Officer Jackson but at that moment I could really care less! My ass was on fire and it was all my brothers could do to keep me in place! WHAP, THWACK WHAP! Ahhhhhh…..No more…….WHAAAAA! THWACK, THWACK, WHAP, WHAP! I had tears and snot running down my face and I was begging my dad to stop but I wasn’t making any sense…I was just blubbering like an idiot.
I didn’t realize that it was over and my dad told my brothers to help me up. It was the second time in a month that they have seen their older brother reduced to a crying baby! We stood there with our hands on our heads watching Officer Jackson put his belt back on. He still had that smirk on his face and I was beginning to dislike him more with every passing moment! My dad told us to thank Officer Jackson for bring us home and not giving us a ticket! What! Thank him? As far as I was concerned he could kiss my ass but I’ll bet he would love that too! Me and my brothers mumbled out a thank you and he told us to stay out of trouble because he would be watching us! What the hell does that mean I said to myself? He turned and headed upstairs as I heard the music come back on. Shows over I guess! My dad said that Officer Jackson is going to bring him one of his old belts for me so if I were you boys I’d keep out of trouble! Just the thought of one of those belts in the house would be a reason to stay out of trouble! My dad told us to keep our hands behind out heads and to put our noses against the wall until he told us to move! Standing there butt naked with some serious welts on our behinds we must have been quite a sight to all of our cousins who would sneak down there from time to time during the cookout and tease us about getting our butts whupped and how we all cried! I think being embarrassed like this was almost worse than that damn police belt….almost!
We were grounded again for only two weeks this time so I figured that we would be able to salvage a little bit of the summer but when our grounding is over I don’t think I want to go anywhere. I’m not looking forward to another session with that belt or another run in with Officer “Asshole” Jackson!

Brought Home By The Police Pt. 1

By Eric

Damn….it’s been four weeks that me and my brothers have been on punishment and this is the first day we’ve been able to go anywhere by ourselves. I’m James I’m 17 and everybody calls me JT and I have two younger brothers Marvin and Marcus who are two years younger than me. My parents are divorced and during the summer months we live with our dad.
The reason we’ve been grounded for the last month was because we got brought home by the police for swimming in a pool with a bunch of our friends. I know that doesn’t seem like a crime but it was a pool down the street from one of my friend’s house and he said the family was off on vacation somewhere so we all figured it would be cool and who would know? Me and my little brothers love to go swimming every chance we got so we didn’t think twice about it…unfortunately for us!
Well I guess a neighbor heard the commotion we were making and called the cops and the next thing I knew I was looking up at a bunch of cops standing around the pool! I instantly knew we were dead…..not from the cops but from my dad! I almost wish they would have taken us to jail instead of taking us home! The patrol car pulled up in front of our house and I was hoping he wouldn’t be home but I saw dads car in the drive way and knew this was gonna be bad. Both of my brothers had tears coming down their faces already because they knew what was coming. We got out of the back of patrol car in our still wet cutoff jeans and the officers escorted us to the door and rang the bell. A few moments later our father answered the door with a shocked look on his face! He asked what was going on and if we were all right but the officer told him we were fine and asked him if he was Mr. Tyson and if we were his boys. Yes Officer, they are he answered looking very upset and confused.Well Mr Tyson your boys and several other boys were caught swimming in a pool of a house where the family was away on vacation. A neighbor called the disturbance in. The charge is basically trespassing on private property…..now since it’s the middle of the summer we get these kind of calls on a weekly basis and we don’t have time to put every kid in jail that does this, that’s why we bring them home. I think my dad and the officer knew this was just one of those "Boys will be boys" monents until the officer said....Now there is a fine of $500.00 dollars “each” Mr. Tyson. I watched my father’s face as the officer handed him the fines and I saw him go from a worried and confused father to a mad and angry Dad! Crap…..my ass is grass I thought to myself as I looked down at his black leather belt he always wore and knew that it was gonna be coming off soon!
My dad thanked the officers for bringing us home and not taking us to jail and told the officers that this would be the last time they would ever be brought home like this again because there all gonna have sore behinds in a minute! The officer nodded his head in approval and went back to his car. My brothers heard what my dad said and broke out crying again. My dad shouted at us to get in the house and get our butts up to his room! His bedroom I thought….man he’s going to do this right now I thought but I guess I’d rather get it over with now.

All three of us were waiting and shivering in my dads bedroom because we were still in our soaked shorts and from the air conditioning blowing down on us and also because we were scared shit less! The twins were quiet until they started to blame each other for this but I knew since I was the oldest no matter what, I knew I was gonna get the worst of it! We all quieted down as we heard dad coming up the stairs and into the room.
He stood there and looked at us for a few minutes before he said anything…..I think he was trying to calm down a bit before he spoke. Dad gave us butt whuppins from time to time just like most dads do but they were always deserved and everything was forgotten with when it was over…..well I didn’t forget and neither did my butt!
Dad finally spoke and asked us a silly question….do any of you have $1,500.00 dollars? We all mumbled, no Sir. What I didn’t hear you? No Sir, we all replied. I didn’t think so…..that’s a shame because that would be the only thing that will get you all out of this ass whuppin your about to get! Instantly my heart sank even though I already knew we were in for it and again both of my brothers broke down. Dad yelled for all three of you get out of our clothes now! It didn’t take us long because we only had on shorts and sneakers anyway so in a few minutes all three of us were standing there butt naked in front of our dad. As he was removing his belt he told us how upset he was and how embarrassing it is to have your children brought home by the police. Your mom’s gonna have a field day with this he shouted!
He ordered Marcus over the bed first. Most of the time he would punish us in our own rooms….it was rare that we got it in front of each other but it has happened a few times but it looks like this time we’re gonna get to see each other take a good ass whuppin from our dad! I couldn’t help staring at Marcus’s ass, it was a big, high smooth brown ass! I hadn’t seen him naked like this in a long time…the twins are sure growing up I thought but as I was thinking this Marcus had been transformed back into a little boy! He was laying across dads bed crying and telling dad he was sorry and begging him not to give him a whuppin! All pride had left his body and I knew he wasn’t gonna take this well. Thwack! My dad let loose with his belt all over his backside! Whack, Thwack! Dad…no Please….stop! Thwack, Thwack! Marcus was bawling like a baby and I felt really bad for him but there was nothing I could do for him even if I wanted to! I knew from experience that since all of our butts were still damp from our shorts that it had to sting twice as much as it usually did! Thwack Thwack….Whack! Ooowwwww….I could see the welts forming all over his ass and thighs and knew how badly he was hurting…he wasn’t even making any sense anymore. He was just blubbering and making the mistake of rolling over and trying to cover up his butt with his hands! We all knew unless we wanted a second ass whuppin we should stay in position until it was over. I yelled to my brother to do just that before my dad had a chance to and Marcus realized what I had said and rolled back over and presented his ass for more of dad’s belt. Dad must have given him 50 licks with his belt…..or at least that was the count I had in my head. Dad was a marksman with his belt…..i didn’t see any marks above his cheeks or below mid-thigh on Marcus. I watched Marcus crying heavily into the bed sheets and writhing around like he had been set on fire and I guess in a way he was! My dad told Marcus to get up and stand beside his brothers with his hands on his head! He was visibly shaking and he got up and stood beside us still crying just as much as he was when he was getting his whuppin. Marvin, my dad yelled! On the bed now! Just as Marcus did, Marvin started to cry but he didn’t ask not to be whupped because I think he realized that it wasn’t gonna to help. I noticed his ass was exactly the same as Marcus’s ass was…smooth brown and plump….. but in the middle of my daydream I heard the sound of dad’s belt striking that ass! Whack, Thwack, Whack…..within seconds Marvin was reduced to the same crying little boy that Marcus had been! Trying his best to stay in position but still moving around quite a bit! Whack, Thwack Whack! There was a funny moment when Marvin actually rolled off the bed but quickly got back into position before dad had to tell him too! Thwack Whack Whap! Marvin’s ass was soon just as red and welted as Marcus’s ass was and he was crying just as hard! Soon it was over and all I could hear was the sound of my two crying younger brothers. Marvin got up and stood beside us and placed his hands on his head like he was told too.
I suddenly realized that it was my turn…I was almost nauseous thinking about the pain that was gonna come and I felt a tears welling up in my eyes. The twins had not seen me cry in a long time or seen me naked like this in a while! Before my dad ordered me across the bed he told me how disappointed he was with all three of us but especially me because I was older and knew better than to do something so stupid! Now get on the bed son. I walked over and placed myself face down on dads bed. I felt all the eyes in the room focused on my soon to be blistered butt! I was wondering what the twins were thinking about as the looked at my big, brown defenseless butt sticking up for dads belt! They knew that soon it would look and feel like their butts did! Up until then the twins were still crying but now it was dead quite as If they didn’t want to disturb my ass whuppin!
Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack….I grabbed on to the bed when the first lick hit….it stung like hell because of it being wet and cold! I thought I would be able to get through this ok but I knew instantly that I was gonna breakdown sooner than later and the twins were gonna see there proud older brother reduced to a little boy just like they were! Whap, Smack, Thwack! Ahhhh I screamed…Dad please….Whap Thwack! He was concentrating on my upper thighs and sit spot now! I kept my face buried in the bed as much as I could but I could feel the heat and fire building in my ass and I knew that I would break soon! Thwack, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack! Whaaa…Please daddy stop. Whack, Thwap, Whap,! Dad was roasting my ass harder than he ever did before…I was moving my ass all around but still staying on my stomach….I didn’t want a second whupping! After the next series of licks I couldn’t hold it in anymore and I cried like a baby…loud and clear….I knew everyone could hear and see this 17 year old bawling his eyes like a little boy and that’s exactly what I felt like! I wasn’t counting the licks like I did when the twins were getting it but I knew I was well beyond 50! This ass whuppin was biblical…..I was screaming mixed with crying with tears and snot running out of my nose…..I was truly embarrassed about how I was reacting in front of my dad and brothers but I think anybody in my position would of done the same thing! Whap, Thwack , Thwack, Whap! Dadddeeeeeeee Pleeaseeee! I was about 5 seconds from getting up and running out the door when he stopped! I collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion from the worst ass beating I had ever gotten and I was crying so hard that I didn’t hear my dad tell me to get up. I felt the sting of his belt as it landed on my tender brown ass and heard him say, “Get up James”! I jumped up and stood next to my brothers crying my eyes out but too embarrassed to look at them…I think the older brother cool factor I had built over the years was just destroyed!
Dad told all three of us to go down stairs just as we were and put our noses against the wall in the dining room and keep them there until he said we could move. I could tell that he was still really mad and we did as instructed without question. We must have been quite a sight standing there butt naked with our hands on our heads with our brown welted behinds on display! I so much wanted to rub the sting out of my ass but I know I couldn’t! Dad was sitting at the dining room table with his calculator and bank statements trying to figure out how he would pay the fines!
He had got up and left the dining room and didn’t say a word to us and after what seemed like hours he came back and told us to turn and put our hands down and look at him.
Look boys….I didn’t like what I just had to do and I know you didn’t like it either but that’s what happens when you mess up. Now I think I’ll be able to pay these fines without to much trouble but our trip to Six Flags is cancelled and you only have yourselves to blame for that and your all grounded for the next four weeks is that understood! I was almost ready to bust out in tears again ……taking away a boys freedom when he’s on summer vacation is about the worst thing you can do! Our dad sent us upstairs for the rest of the night….no TV, no supper….nothing. As we were climbing the stairs carefully rubbing our welted butts he told us the police better not bring any of you home again or this ass whuppin will look like a practice round! I believed him!

End of Part 1
Part 2 is titled “Brought Home By The Police….Again”

Dad's Vette

Shit, Shit, Shit! I can't believe I did something so stupid! I can't even imagine what my dad's gonna do to my ass! I'm sitting in the police station where I was brought after the accident....I was nearly in tears just thinking about how I was gonna explain this to my dad....shit he's gonna kill me! Dad has a black Corvette....it's his pride and joy...he has a truck that he uses most of the time for work and stuff and the Vette is just his weekend toy. I took the keys and went for a joy ride while he was at work...I was sixteen now and I had just gotten my learners permit and my dad would take me out in his truck to teach me to drive but I was dying to get that Vette on the road! I was only gonna go a few blocks and bring it back but instead I just kept going and going! I was flying down the street when a car pulled out and I had to swerve to miss it and lost control and went right into a wall. I got it slowed down before I hit it but it was still hard enough to crush the front end. The airbag deployed and saved me a few stitches on my face but It wasn't gonna save my butt!

The Officer that brought me in asked me what I was thinking....I told him I wasn't thinking when I took it and was very sorry. The Officer told me that he contacted my father and told him what happened and that I was alright and that he needed to come down to the station so they could release me to him. I have to tell you son the Officer said, your father didn't sound to happy! I looked up at him and kind of jokingly asked if I could just stay here instead of going home with him? Sorry son, we can't hold you but I can tell by your face what's gonna happen to your behind when he gets you home! I put my head down and was a little embarrassed by what he said but told him that he was right....my dad was gonna whup my ass good! Let me give you some advice young man.....your lucky no one was hurt. You don't have a scratch on you and I know your dad is gonna be relieved that your ok. Yes, he's gonna be mad you destroyed his car but I think you should go home and take your punishment like a man. Yes Sir I said....I'll try. Just then I saw my father walk in and I couldn't even look at him.....he came over and asked if i was alright? Yes I told him....boy what were you thinking? I don't know dad I just wanted to go for a ride...I'm sorry! Son..you took my car with out asking, you were driving with a learners permit and you know you have to be with a licenced driver! You were speeding and you could of killed yourself or someone else! Not to mentioned you wrecked my car and did some property damage! He was yelling pretty loudly now and was getting every one's attention in the station. I was almost in a blubbering state trying to apologize to him. Son it's gonna be a long time before your gonna be able to sit down on that butt! And there it was.....I know everybody in the police station heard that last part including the Officer who brought me in! I had know excuses......there was no way out of this mess. He had to go sign for my release and a few other things and as I waited I could feel every ones eyes on me......they all knew what was gonna happen to me or should I say my ass! My dad came back over to me and grabbed me by my upper arm and took me out of the Police Station and threw me int his truck. I tried to speak to him a few times on the way home but I couldn't get it out. Dad didn't say a word all the way home.....I tried to say something to him but I just couldn't bring myself to say anything. We pulled up to the house and my dad told me to get out and get up to my room and that he would be up there in a minute. Shit.....damn why did I have to take the Vette out...I'm so stupid! I sat on the bed in my room and listened to the noises my dad was making....I heard the cellar door open and close which only meant one thing...."The Razor Strap"! I have to say that it had been awhile since I've gotten a good ass whuppin but it looked like I was seconds away from one! You know that feeling in the pit of your stomach you get when you know your gonna get your butt beat....I think this was ten times worse than it had ever felt before! I heard him coming up the stairs and down the hall and there he was, standing in the doorway with the strap in his hand! D..Dad...I'm Sorry I....Quite son...get those clothes off now....ALL OF THEM! I didn't argue with him and stripped down. When I got to my white briefs I looked up at him but the look on his face said I had better get them off if I knew what was good for me! I was bare ass naked now....standing in front of my dad and shaking just like I used to before I got punished. He told me to turn around and face the wall.....shit, this was gonna be a standing whuppin! Those are the worst ones....sometimes he will make me lay across the bed where I would at least have something to hold on to but when your standing you have to hold your position which wasn't easy! Then he finally spoke....Son, I love you very much but what you did today was the stupidest thing you've ever done. I'm gonna blister your butt good boy and I know I've said in the past that after the whuppin all is forgotten.....but not this time....What does that mean I thought to myself? This is gonna be a weekly event.......every Sunday I'm gonna strap you butt till you can't sit down.....and this is gonna go on until school starts up again! Your little stunt cost you a sore butt for the rest of the summer do you understand me son? I looked at the wall trying to comprehend what I just heard....Y..Yes sir I replied! Ok the get those hands on your head and don't move!

WHAP! ahhhhhh...dad please.....WHAP! I knew from the first hit that he was not messing around! WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP! I was crying openly pretty quickly and doing that ass whuppin dance but I knew better than to reach back even though I wanted to so badly! WHAP....WHAP.....THWACK! Owwwwwwieeee.....waaaaa dad I'm sorry daddy please.....He got me right on the upper thighs on that last one where he knows how bad it stings..!! Thwack , WHAP WHAP Thwack! I had no shame any more.....I was blubbering like a baby.....begging him to stop but it didn't help! WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP! He waited a few minutes till I calmed down a little and then got back to work...WHACK, THWACK...Ahhhh...noooo...pleeease! He was tearing up my upper thighs again...THWACK, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP! I must have been quite a site standing there butt naked jumping around like a ten year old getting his ass beat! WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, THWACK! I couldn't even see anymore.....my eyes were so blurred with tears that I just kept them closed......WHAP THWACK, WHAP!

It took a minute to realise that he had stopped....but I was still hopping around and crying pretty hard. My dad usually gave short whupping but they were always very hard and intense! He turned me around and gave his crying boy a hug like he always did and told me to clean myself up and get to bed. He said were gonna have a long talk in the morning! I didn't argue even though it was only 7pm. I was in the bathroom rubbing my butt and feeling all the welts my dad had put on it! My ass hurt so bad that when I touched my ass I would just burst into tears again. It had been a long time since I cried that hard and I felt ashamed and embarrassed to do it in font of my dad....but it was my own fault. As I laid face down on my be I didn't know how I would make it through the summer....as I though more about it I started crying again and eventually fell asleep.

Bobby....UK Discipline

Now that is one British Police Officer that I wouldn't mind getting arrested by! After he had me in handcuffs I would ask if there was any other way to get out of going to jail? He tells me that there is only one way and it would involve my butt and his hand! Then he proceed to blister my behind until I was begging him to stop! Be careful over there in the UK Barry!

Deputy Jeavons Catches A Peach Stealer

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. The original date of posting to the MMSA was: 24 Feb 2008


A fitful sun cast long afternoon shadows over the suburban street, the heat of the day had dissipated, and the smells and sounds for preparations of evening meals were everywhere. I strolled along a road with neat houses on either side to deliver a reminder about an unpaid jaywalking fine. I glanced down an alleyway, and saw the youth. He looked around in all directions, except, crucially, the one that would have revealed my presence. Then, like a guilty schoolboy instrumental in something nefarious, he clambered nimbly over the fence into a garden. For a small town we seemed to have a surfeit of boys and youths bursting with sin. I caught a glimpse of ripe, full buttocks as he disappeared into the garden. The youth's tight blue jeans clung to his shapely rump as if in desperation.
I strode through the gate of the house where the culprit was trespassing and found the owner, an old man, reading sleepily on his front porch. He looked up at me, pop-eyed with disbelief. He did not look the type of citizen to receive regular visits from uniformed Police Officers.
'Sir,' I said, 'I don't want to alarm you, but I believe you have an intruder in your back garden.' I informed him as quietly as possible. He had a virile and imperious face and he was raging, he clenched his fists fiercely, and his growling voice seemed to shake with suppressed wrath.
'After my peaches, I'll wager.' He announced staring at me over his pince-nez. His face grimaced in an angry and determined expression like that of an Old Testament prophet. He rose creakily on stiff legs to dispense divine wrath.
'You leave this to me, Sir, I'll catch him.'
I crept stealthily down the side of the house, the old man followed in my wake.
The boy, as the householder had prophesied, was high in the branches of a peach tree. I managed to get quite close to him, near enough to observe that he possessed a muscular and curvaceous tail that I deemed ideal for a hard and prolonged switching. As I got close to the tree and the boy, he tossed a peach over the back, wood panel, fence of the garden. Clearly, the peach stealer had an accomplice. The collaborator was alert.
'Po-lice, run Tyson.' An agitated young voice called out. Loud and rapid footfalls made it obvious that the a better's loyalties did not extend to being caught.
Tyson, tried to run. He jumped down from the tree and scampered towards the fence. It was just enough of an exercise to set my heart racing and provide me with the excitement of the hunt without causing any anxiety about the eventual outcome.
I grabbed the youth by his collar. He wriggled and squirmed.
'Let me go.' He struggled some more. I always enjoyed touches of rebelliousness when displayed by boys in trouble.
'Be still.' I shouted with a blend of menace and brusque professionalism. He stopped, and stared me sulkily in the eye. I gave him my 'sass-me-and-see-what-happens' look that inevitably started boys trembling.
The house owner came tottering up the garden. His eyes were alight with triumph, his voice hardened and rose to an indignant shrill.
'Ah, this boy, Sir.' The old gentleman said shaking his head despairingly and pointing an angry finger, 'needs a fine good whuppin'.'
The expression of disbelief and alarm on 'this boy's' face transformed itself into a hunted look and he started quaking. A chevron of concern cut deep into his brow.
'It ain't as simple as that, Sir.' I stated in a professional manner, 'he had an accomplice, a partner in crime.' I brooded malevolently at 'Tyson'. 'I need to take him to the station.' The youth started to lick his sweat-beaded lips, and his eyes flicked in directions.
The idea of a visit to the station distressed him even more than a 'fine good whuppin', his face became disfigured by a frown. I was time for Tyson to feel uneasy and grasp his situation. It took little liveliness of his imagination to realise he was in deep trouble.
'Who was your friend?' I asked.
The owner of the peach tree became impatient, 'Don't be doing with that, you axe me, he needs a switch across his ass, and he needs it right now.' The house-owner's face pinched like a set of pliers.
'Who was your friend?' I repeated making a further attempt to coax an answer from him with minimal success.
His defiant response 'I neva seen him before' was, I regret to say, curt to the point of provocation.
I thought briefly, I studied the downcast boy and then said.
'Ok, Tyson cut yourself a switch.' I growled my words in a careful monotone and then lapsed into silence. The boy's mind was in turmoil. He even opened his mouth in order to hear better.
'A switch?' He said, and then added 'you figure on whuppin my ass?' His voice was suddenly quieter, weaker in timbre, speechlessness descended on Tyson as his voice stuck in my throat. The old man's face contorted with pleasure.
'Make it a good one, Tyson.' I said crisply and then add, 'and if you don't start calling me 'Sir' soon, I'll finish with your switch and whop you cross-eyed with one I pick.' The house-owner chuckled merrily. Tyson gulped, colour drained from his face and he stared at me with an expression of surprise and abject entreaty.
'Hurry, Tyson.' I urged, taking off my jacket to demonstrate my seriousness. 'Folks are gathering.'
'Yes, Sir.' His choked voice quivered with indignation, but he cleared his throat to continue. 'I'se be quick, Sir.' The edge of defiance in his voice did not return. He appeared, at last, afflicted by a modicum of guilt.
The householder supervised selection of the switch. He directed Tyson towards an apple tree. It was the worst possible choice for a boy who would soon be feeling a stout switch cut from that type of tree over his rump. The owner of the house skipped with surprising vitality and zest to a shed and emerged with a pair of pruning shears. As ever, in our town, word of an exciting incident got round fast. A group bustled about, beyond the fence, eager and watching anxiously, waiting to see what happened next.
'He's cutting a switch.' A voice gasped feverishly.
The old man and the boy debated the merits of lengths of woody twigs. Eventually, I heard the 'snip' of the shears.
I will say this for Tyson. He was obviously a well cared for and politely raised boy. He cut an excellent switch.
'It this OK, Sir?' Tyson asked timidly offering me the stick.
'He's given the switch to Mr. Jeavons.' A voice hissed in exhilaration.
Watchers peered through gaps in the fence, they were bright-eyed, and with tongues moistening lips, but they retreated quickly as I spun round.
I slashed the switch a couple of times and my actions further confirmed the excellence of Tyson's choice.
'Ok, Tyson,' I said, 'it's good,' The three-foot length of switch made an ominous hissing sound as I wagged it up and down. 'Pants and shorts down, lets get this done.' The 'pants and shorts down' met with the Householder's adoring agreement. His smile was wide; 'coast to coast' on his wrinkled and lined face.
'Bare ass?' Tyson muttered lamely in bewilderment. One cheek started twitching; he grimaced and started biting his lip.
'Bare ass always adds immense interest to the occasion.' I confirmed nodding my head and swishing the stick.
'He's getting it bare ass.' A scandalised voice in the crowd whispered. Tyson obeyed huffily, but soon stood with his pants and shorts around his ankles. No doubt, he was thankful for the long shirt that hid his most precious treasures.
He even bent over, but his position was not to my satisfaction.
'Turn round this way.' Tyson, very flustered, shuffled about. I announced in a loud voice. 'I want everybody watching to see what happens to the tails of boys who steal in this town.' The youth's rump faced the gawping observers, who grew in number as word spread like wildfire about the 'happening'.
Overexcited chattering greeted the first sighting of Tyson's splendid rear-end as with the stick I swept his shirt away from his excellent buttocks. It was the perfect bottom for anybody with a wagging switch to hand, but then I find all bottoms appealing in that circumstance. Tyson's seat was the colour of coffee with a splash of cream, tender looking and it shook in its vulnerability. I thrashed a hard blow across it. Tyson released a terrified squeak as the stout switch thrashed across his bottom. The loiterers gasped, 'woo-hoo' somebody bellowed. Tyson kept reasonable still, just a small shuffle. I whacked him again. He groaned morosely. The owner of the house came to watch proceedings from the rear. His position obscured the view of others and they immediately urged him to move. The old fellow looked sated with pleasure as he examined the darkening marks across the silk-like skin of the bad boy. I thrashed another blow, and Tyson released some anguished mumbling and briefly rubbed his rump. He settled again, offered his sore rump for my further attention. I thrashed him again. His bottom was coming nicely to the boil now. Tyson yelped, jumped up, and rubbed his ass with huge enthusiasm. Several people guffawed loudly at the sight of the youth kneading his ass so avidly and hopping about while he did it. He gave me a baleful look.
'One more.' I said encouragingly.
A groan came from those assembled, and indeed the old man moaned something about 'light punishment'. I quietened everybody, by threatening, 'While I've got this switch I might come back there and look for some others to use it on.'
Tyson's bottom quivered as I tapped the switch against it, I then lashed a hard blow. He hollered, skipped and, according to somebody in the crowd was in danger of 'rubbing his ass right away'. He pulled his shorts and pants up very quickly, but he carried on rubbing and comforting his splendid, round and sore bottom.
He stood before me, his face shiny with heat, eyes moist and promised 'not to do it again.'
'That should happen to all people who break the law.' The old man offered loudly as an opinion to the dispersing crowd.
The youngster walked to the front of the house and out to the street with both hands still churning his hot buttocks and grumbling quietly to himself.
I accepted some coffee from the householder, who felt that the switching had been 'easy' for a youth like Tyson. Having finished my coffee I remembered my errand, and pulled the 'Reminder Notice' from my pocket.
'Do you know where 742 Savannah Avenue is?' I asked.
The pop-eyed expression of disbelief returned. He blanched and hesitated while his coffee mug shook in his hand.
'Are you Mr. Crompton? Mr. Ambrose Crompton?' I asked enunciating every syllable precisely. I knew he was and he nodded his head with small, nervous jerks.
'Well, Mr. Crompton, you better be paying this fine,' I handed him the letter, 'I know your views on what should happen to people who break the law and how 'easy' some punishment can be.' He froze and gawped in amazement.
He clattered his coffee mug to the table.
'I'll be checking, if this fine ain't paid in two days, I'll come round again, and I wont be a talkin', I'll leave this switch right here on the porch.' He seemed to shrink into his clothes, to wither under my gaze. 'Much obliged for the coffee, Sir.'

Whuppin' The Tar Out of a Bad Boy!

Whuppin' the tar out of a bad boy
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. The original date of posting to the MMSA was: 06 Sep 2007



My tasks for the day were few, but first, and best, was paddling a youngster's ass. Shrewd Police Officer's in the southern states could do lots of paddling in the 1950's. I was shrewd and liked paddling asses a lot. Three Negro boys had been playing on the railway track; it was an old game, racing towards the approaching train and seeing who could keep their nerve for longest before jumping to the side. We called it 'chicken' when I was young.
The trouble was they must have got too close. The engine driver conducted an emergency stop, and the train screeched and squealed to an abrupt, juddering halt.
A passenger, a white lady, and the town's prim and mousey librarian, had been about to alight. The train's rapid halt threw her on her back; her skirt was flung around her waist and her legs high into the air. Miss Carter was not badly hurt, but everybody in the carriage became familiar with the full detail of her undergarments. Her drawers were 'shockingly small', daringly 'bright red' and had 'lacy bits', excited fellow passengers later revealed. Also on display, although only briefly, was an expanse of lily white inner thigh, visible above her nylon stockings. Passengers fortunate enough to have witnessed the spectacle relayed, and embellished, detailed descriptions of their observations. Frequent narration of the story provided much pleasure amongst males in the town. The shock news that the librarian should wear such an outrageous personal item traveled far and wide. What there was of the underwear looked freshly laundered at least – everybody agreed on that! The librarian's mother would have been proud. The incident provoked and stimulated great interest in reading in the town, many unlikely folks took up library membership.
In a small town like ours, this was a major incident. The law enforcement agencies needed to find the culprits. The authorities did what they always did when crimes appear to emanate from our community. They passed the matter to me since I was the only black Police officer in the Parish. I did as I always did – I spoke to the Minister. I pointed out that formal investigation of such the incident would reflect on everybody very badly. I argued that nobody could possibly want lots of police interviews, fuss, and a tiresome official procedure that could result in a heartless, remote Court sentencing the boys to Reform School. I said it was a town matter and it needed resolution here.
'A few minutes with their butts facing my paddle would teach the boys enough of a lesson.' I announced.
He agreed and the next day two boys, accompanied by remorseful parents, arrived at the Police station. Both boys, anxious and worried by the procedure, took a thorough paddling watched by their fathers. The pretty, shiny black rumps of the boys were sore when I had finished. Both the men promised their sons that they would be going home 'to a lot more'. All parents in those days thought that an offspring's behavior could only be improved by applying a paddle or switch to their children's' behinds. They also believed that the more frequent the strokes and the more vigorous the application the more immediate and permanent the improvement. The third youngster was due to arrive today; he had visited Mississippi for the wedding of a cousin yesterday and was due at nine this morning.
Unless I was much mistaken this would be him walking down the road now. He was in the company of an elderly woman, who was shaking a finger in his face and giving him a hard time. The youth was wearing a white shirt, black pants held up by suspenders, boots and an downcast expression that suggested he would rather be anyway else on earth rather than walking to this destination in the company of that woman. He was clearly wearing his 'best' from the wedding. She walked through the door first. He, eyes cast down, shuffled in next to her looking very sheepish.
'Good morning, Deputy Jeavons.' The old lady said politely and bobbed her head. 'This my grandson Walter, he come for his whuppin.' She explained. 'He did that thing with the train, his Daddy whupped him some, but weren't enough. I said it weren't enough. I done whupped Walter lots when he was little. I got a big metal spoon, tanned his behind with it often, but no, my boy, that's his Daddy, done tole me Walter too big for that now.' She was about to gush on.
'Grandma.' The boy said embarrassed, 'hush.' for a moment he smiled dazzlingly, shook his handsome head, and released a gust of golden boyish laughter.
'Sure, I did. We had no backchat then.' She cuffed his handsome head. 'Interrupting folks when they speakin, no britches not ever, never had a quarrel with his britches, just his bare seat. He tried not to holla, particularly when his sisters was watchin, but he'd stay with that spoon slamming his tail until he hollered long and loud – no matter how long it took, he always hollering time I finished with him.' She stopped, very briefly, to breathe. 'Course, they say he too big for that now, 'Ain't right for an old woman to do that'. She was about to continue further and I could sense that my morning would disappear unless I took the initiative.
'Come with me, Walter.' I placed my large hand on his shoulder. The boy flinched, but looked relieved to move forward in our process.
'He gives you any trouble, you be sure to let me know.' I steered a reluctant Walter towards a door that led down to the cells. I unlocked it; he stood in the dim blue light, at the top of a flight of stairs while I re-locked the door.
'Down.' He was anxious to please and descended the stairs rapidly, and then moved hesitantly along the corridor. It was short and forbidding, but only about twenty yards long. On the right were the open cells. Long steel bars from floor to ceiling, behind which a single drunk stared vacantly at the floor. I placed my hand on his head gripping lightly on tight, little curls and tugged him along gently.
'This way,' I steered him to the final cell on the left, it was the largest cell, and I unlocked it.
'In.' I said. He was immobile, as if somebody had nailed his feet to the floor. Eventually, he moved forward with reluctance. We were in a large room with a low ceiling, lit by an iron grating high on the wall.
Walter appeared to be a fine example of masculine youth. His suspenders pulled his trousers up tight between two meaty butt cheeks, which they divided, lifted, and separated into individual mounds of heavenly bouncy muscle. Walter had wide, square shoulders and a narrow, trim waist. I knew at once that he would look very good across the bench.
He stared at the bench, stout wooden legs anchored to the floor, leather straps round the legs at its base, the padded top, and the large, sinister wooden paddle waiting for its next engagement. Walter was its next engagement and Walter knew it. I locked the door. The click of the key sent a shiver down the boy. I turned the lights on.
'Let's have you naked.' He took a moment to respond.
'Necked?' He queried. A look of apprehension crossed his face.
I leaned over him so that my head was close to the boy's. 'You can trust me. I'm a Policeman.'
'I never been necked before for whuppin, necked?' He croaked; his voice little more than a dry rattle.
'I don't think I mumbled, Walter.' I stared at him harshly. 'Hurry up, and you can start calling me 'Sir' anytime you think you might want less of a paddling than you're going get if you don't.' I smiled.
Walter took his opportunity immediately, 'Yes, Sir.'
His eyes were melting brown and wide. He now looked sorry. He was sorry too, and he would be much sorrier by the time I had finished with him.
He bent quickly to take his boots off. He presented a pleasing sight; Walter possessed a tight and glorious pair of buttocks. My heart fluttered and my mouth went dry. He undressed rapidly under my constant and interested gaze. He carefully removed his shirt. He was indeed a 'well-made' boy. Broad shouldered and with good definition across his chest. He averted his eyes when his trousers came down, and then he folded them neatly and placed them on a pile with his shirt. He wore a big pair of baggy white shorts. He took these down without hesitation. That was unusual; most boys hesitate when obliged to show their major assets. Then he folded his shorts neatly and stood to attention with his arms by his side, examining his feet.
'Now,' I said 'Let's see what kind of steaks I've got to pepper here.' I stood behind him and crouched down. His rump was a delightful sight, high, firm, small globes that jutted proudly. They were smooth and the color of plain chocolate. Given Walter's recent dismal and mischievous deed, I thought it would be irresponsible for an adult with jurisdiction over this bottom to allow it to return to liberty without a very thorough 'whupping'. I chuckled to myself as I examined the delicious rump, I would never be so irresponsible! The faint marks of his 'Daddy's' efforts with a swish showed as faint parallel bruise lines across the apex of his bottom. I touched the velvet like skin at the most bruised point. His skin was dark, warm, and slick under my touch. He jolted. I went to the bench and picked up the paddle, testing its hard surface against open palm.
I gave Walter my most aloof of gazes and continued to slap the paddle on my open palm. He swallowed very hard, his face had turned to stone, and his eyes were wide and anxious. He displayed the frightened acquiescence I enjoy seeing in youths about to present their rears for a hard dose of the paddle.
'Messing about on the railway is real dim, Walter.' He shifted and looked uncomfortable, then nodded, and sighed deeply. I think that perhaps he had heard this sentiment expressed several times in recent days.
'Yes, Sir.' his voice sounded brittle, his eyes fixed on the floor.
'If you had an accident out there, who do you think would need to clear up the mess?' I let him think about that concept. 'Who do you think would need to tell your parents?'
'Would that be you, Sir?' I noticed something imploring in his voice. He was shivering and shuffling about.
'That's right, Walter.' I nodded in confirmation and then continued, 'that's why
I'm going to whup the tar out of your behind.' Walter shivered and shook a lot more. I intensified the firmness with which I tapped the paddle on my open palm, the noise grew more threatening, and my palm began to smart.
'I want you across this bench, feet against these legs and your hands gripping this here rail.' I pointed down to a support rail. 'Understand what I'm saying?' Walter managed a faint 'Yes, Sir.'
He also nodded confirmation, his eyes, turned as big as silver dollars, and fixed on the paddle. The paddle was twelve inches long, six inches wide, and half an inch thick. It was hard and heavy. An artisan had drilled holes in the paddle to reduce wind resistance and allow the instrument to travel in a fast arc toward its target. The boy knew it would hurt. He was right; our Sheriff had obtained the paddle from the county jail, where it served with distinction for many years. It had tamed the asses of many 'awkward' adult prisoners. This paddle was an object that had made hardened criminals afraid, and it certainly terrified the nervous, naked youth standing in front me.
'Come forward.' He did, with unsteady steps. He placed himself against the legs of the bench where the straps waited to secure him. He still stood while I buckled the fastenings. I then picked the paddle off the leather-padded top of the bench. His eyes looked at it apprehensively. Our 'Whipping Bench' had no straps for miscreant's wrists. Other ready available Officers would eagerly hold and secure prisoners still while a colleague paddled. Very few Officers, I noted, found such a duty an ordeal.
'Bend.' He did, reaching for the rail. 'Now you keep your hands round that grip, boy. Your hands have no business anywhere near your tail.' I touched the paddle against his rear-end. 'Don't make me get a fellow Officer.' I warned, and then continued, 'They would certainly want a swat or two at your behind for their trouble.' I paused and then added, 'perhaps, more even.'
'No, Sir, I holdin' on right here, Sir.' He said nervously, keen to please and taking every opportunity to do so. Across the bench, he looked excellent, the dark globes stretched tight. I touched the bruises.
'You're Daddy done this?' I asked fingering the beautiful, but damaged curves. 'Yes, sir, He whipped my...' he hesitated, choosing not to say 'ass'; 'bottom on Friday.' It looked a good whipping. Walter's father probably used a switch from an apple tree.
No more talk now, just silence settling into the room like cigarette smoke. Holding the paddle two handed, above my shoulders, I tested the swing to the meekly offered rump. Fine, prefect, I had done this before many times. I crashed the heavy paddle across Walter's pert little seat. A loud 'crack' rang throughout the room. Walter expelled the air from his lungs. Fifteen seconds ticked by on my watch, I swung again. Crack! He was in pain now, he stifled an 'ouch'. I waited again. Walter shuffled his feet a little in his bindings, but was unable to move his rump away from the next blow, Crack! The 'ouch' was audible this time. Fine sheen covered his narrow body, but the room was not hot. Walter's bottom was neat and narrow; the paddle covered the whole rump. Crack!
'Damn.' He hissed quietly and with feeling. He then wriggled. Walter was now living in a world full of hurt. The seconds went by, Crack! The fifth blow. Now he let go a holler, loud, clear, and pitiful. A broad grey stripe dimpled and mottled with overlapping patterns from the holes drilled in the paddle showed across Walter's bad bottom.
'I am taking a rest now, Walter, swatting is hard work.' I announced. 'I want you to be thinking, how bad you've been and how you gonna keep outta trouble from now on. You're older that those other two boys, you're sixteen already. I think you deserve more than them.' Walter released a small groan, but I continued, 'If you sound sincere about how sorry you are and can persuade me you'll keep out of trouble, you only get five more. If not you will be over that bench all morning, and I will keep swinging this paddle and slamming it on your butt like a stallion on a brooding mare. Understand?' I asked.
He came back without hesitation 'Yes, Sir, I'm very sorry, I'll be good, Sir.' He assured me. Walter's voice was high and cracked and contained every ounce of sincerity that a youth with a very sore bottom, who does not want it to get too much sorer, can muster. That was a lot of sincerity! He retained his position, bent deeply over the bench. His dark and bruised rump remained offered for further correction as he thought hard for some good answers.
Crack! The sixth, Walter had sensed it was coming, and he now flinched before every stroke. This was one sorry boy. The seventh stroke arrived, hard and heavy across his badly bruised rump.
'Man, my ass is on fire.' He groaned unhappily, forgetting his earlier injunction on the word 'ass'. As he waited for the eighth blow and he yelled very loudly.
'Please, Sir, I'll be good. I'm sure I'll be good from now on. Please!'
I thrashed the eighth stroke against his quivering buttock cheeks.
Crack! I lashed a merciless ninth swat. Walter shot up over the table and he was about to console his burning rear-end, which now had a rosy tint where the fine capillaries beneath the skin had been ruptured by the relentless pummeling from the paddle. Slowly, he settled back down for the last of his punishment. I always try to make the last one 'special'. I delivered a particularly fast swing generated by a full swivel of my hips to make Walter's final whack an exceptional one. The youth hollered loudly and collapsed further over the bench. Walter's bottom boasted a broad grey stripe across the apex where were the paddle had visited repeatedly. Lots of the 'tar' color had gone and I had peppered his steaks thoroughly.
I fetched him some water and made him stand, his ankles still shackled. He looked withered and shrunken. Walter drank greedily, sweat ran down his face, and his eyes were large, dark brown and moist. He persuaded me that he was very regretful about the incident. His face and voice both expressed great sorrow. He promised he would not be back because he had lots of yard work to do for his neighbours. He liked yard work, he announced to my surprise. I said he could do mine, and Walter agreed to visit and work every other Friday. He was good; but his first yard job was to cut a 'Walter whuppin' length of switch from my apple tree, just in case he was careless. I kept a close eye on him over the years, he never got into trouble again, but he was careless sometimes.