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Soul Man Spareth Not The Rod

by Eric Blyton

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 Apr 1998

Author's Note: This was the very first request I got. For a number of reasons, it took me a while to get to it, but here it is.

Background: This is based on "Soul Man", a TV show currently running on ABC in the US. The show is about Episcopalian minister Michael Webber(Dan Ackroyd) who rides a Harley Davidson motorcycle. He has four children; Kenny(Kevin Sheridan), aged 15, Andy(Brandon Ryan Barrett), aged 11, Meredith aged 8 and Fred, aged 5(I think). I recently watched an episode of this show where Reverend Webber said to jokingly Andy in the opening scene that he wasn't to old for a spanking. Later in the show, he caught Andy and Kenny using a telescope to be Peeping Toms. And what did he do? Nothing! Didn't even give them a lecture! What kind of an example is that for a Minister to set? I think this would be a far more realistic and responsible approach:

Andy gazed though his telescope toward the Lombardis' house. Just yesterday he'd gotten a view of Mrs. Lombardi in her bra. For a woman in her 30's, she sure was hot! Just thinking about it caused his dick to stir in his pants. Perhaps today he'd get to see even more. This sure beat doing his boring astronomy homework.

He was looking at the bedroom window, but there was no activity there. Gently swinging the spyglass, he aimed it toward the bathroom. This looked more promising; it seemed there was someone in the shower. Andy couldn't make out very much; the bathroom window was blurry from steam and the shower was enclosed by that uneven plastic that prevented people from being seen properly. But he could wait; she wouldn't be in the shower forever. The thought of seeing her naked tits and voluptuous ass caused his little cock to stiffen to its full 3 inches.

He kept up his watch for the next few minutes and was soon rewarded. The door to the shower opened and an arm reached out for a towel. Then the figure stepped out into the room; the towel was covering her front, but he got a clear view of her ass! The steam on the window was still blurring things, but he could clearly make out the twin moons jiggling as Mrs. Lombardi dried herself. His hard dick felt as if it was going to burst through his underpants.

"Hey, Kenny, come over here!" he said, "I've got a great view of Mrs. Lombardi!"

"Oh, Andy, I've seen women in their bra before. It's not that big of a deal," his brother answered in a blasť tone.

"But she's not wearing her bra," Andy clarified. "She just got out of the shower and I can see her ass!"

With that news, Kenny moved quickly over and displaced Andy from in front of the telescope. Sure enough, the lens was full of bouncing buns. The powerful spyglass made him feel as if he was right there. If not for the steam on the window, he imagined that he would be able to make out dimples on her bare cheeks. His own dick was starting to grow when he heard activity on the stairs behind him. Quickly he leaped away from the telescope, just in time as it turned out. His father was coming down the stars dressed in his customary black outfit with the white collar.

Reverend Webber looked at the telescope on the landing curiously. He saw his oldest two sons at the base of the stairs looking slightly nervous.

"What have you been looking at?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm just working on my homework," Andy said with his mischievous grin on his face.

Reverend Webber wondered what he could be looking at during the day, so he leaned down and looked into the lens.

"It's the Lombardi house," he said, more to himself than to the boys, "But I don't see anything." He was quite confused.

Just then there was a knock on the door. Kenny answered it and in strode a very annoyed looking Mr. Lombardi. His hair was wet and he had obviously just thrown on his clothes.

"All right, who's the pervert who's been looking at me in the shower?" he growled.

He turned and saw Reverend Webber moving away from the telescope. His eyes narrowed in angry suspicion. Gauging the other man's reaction, Reverend Webber threw his hands in the air to demonstrate his innocence.

"I certainly wasn't looking at you Mr. Lombardi," he said by way of explanation. The boys just have the telescope there for their astronomy homework."

"Well some pervert was looking at me with it," the other man insisted.

If Andy had more common sense, he would have kept his mouth shut. But he engaged his mouth and the words came out before he even had a chance to think them over.

"But we didn't know we were looking at you," he blurted out, "We thought we were looking at your wife."

He said this with the same rascally grin on his face and it did little for Mr. Lombardi's temper.

"Well, you're a bunch of perverts!" he snapped, not knowing quite how to respond to this blatant admission.

"Don't worry Mr. Lombardi," Reverend Webber said taking control of the situation. "It'll never happen again."

Mr. Lombardi made and angry grunt and left, slamming the door behind him. Andy grinned up at his Dad, happy that he had gotten them out of that mess. Kenny wasn't smiling, though. Something in his father's eye warned him not to.

"Wipe that smile off your face, Andy," Reverend Webber snapped letting his anger show for the first time. "What did you think you were doing, spying on the neighbors like that?"

Kenny knew better than to try and come up with an excuse, but Andy kept right on letting his mouth dig him in deeper.

"I was just trying to do my astronomy homework, Dad," he protested mildly, still unable to loose his smile, "I have to have it done for tomorrow."

"Oh, and what did you think you were going to see during the day? Last I checked, the stars and planets don't come out until after dark."

"Well, we did see a couple of moons!" Andy joked. Kenny was aghast. Couldn't the little brat see how angry Dad was? Why couldn't he shut up?

"That's it Andy!" Reverend Webber said. "Not only do you go around spying on other people, violating their privacy, you have the gall to stand here and joke about it! You're both going to be punished, and you more severely than Kenny who at least realizes that he's done something wrong."

"What are you going to do, Dad?" Andy asked, he smile slipping a bit.

"Do either of you know Proverbs 13:24," he asked.

Neither of them did; they had studied some scripture, but other than John 3:16, neither of them could remember any specific passage.

"He that spareth his rod hateth his son; but he that loveth him chasteneth him betimes," Reverend Webber quoted.

The Old English of the King James version was beyond Andy's comprehension, but Kenny understood the meaning and paled.

"What are you talking about, Dad?" Andy asked, confusion evident on his boyishly cute face.

"Remember yesterday when I told you that you that you weren't too old to be spanked?"

Andy nodded his head absently. He still hadn't made the connection.

"Well, I've decided that it applies to both of you. And that's just what I'm going to do," Reverend Webber said in a grim tone.

Andy's mouth fell open as he finally figure it out. Then he started to protest.

"But...but, Dad!" he sputtered, "You can't!"

Kenny couldn't believe that his kid brother still hadn't realized that it would be better to shut up. He didn't care what happened to Andy, but the madder Dad got, the worse it was likely to be for him, too.

"I can," Reverend Webber said firmly, "And you're about to find out that I will. Furthermore, since you two were violating other people's privacy, I think it might serve if there was an audience for this. I'm going to get your sister and brother. When I come back, I want to see you two standing here in your underwear."

"Please, no, Dad!" Kenny said, breaking his silence for the first time. "Please don't spank me in front of Meredith and Fred!"

"Kenny, you've been smart enough to keep your mouth shut up to this point. You should go right on doing that because anything you say is likely to make me angrier at this point."

He left the room. leaving his two older sons standing there in apprehension.

"You stupid dope!" Kenny said punching Andy on the arm, "Look what your smart mouth has done. We're in for it, now!"

"You were looking, too," the younger boy meekly protested.

"Yea, well, you were the big mouth that went and admitted it. And then you pissed Dad off even more by being such a smart ass!" As he talked, he started to take off his shirt and shoes.

The reality of the situation was slowly sinking in to Andy's head and he slowly started to undress as well.

"How bad is it going to be?" he nervously asked. The last time Andy had been spanked was when he was eight, but that had been for a minor infraction.

"I don't know, but it's probably going to be real bad," Kenny said, gritting his teeth in frustration. "When I was twelve, Dad spanked me for cheating in school and I couldn't sit properly for days. And he wasn't half as mad then as he is now."

"I remember that," Andy said as he removed his pants, leaving him naked except for his white cotton briefs. "It sounded like he was spanking you for the longest time."

"Well, you're about to find out what it felt like," Kenny said. He too, was down to his underwear, a pair of silk boxers that he knew would offer him little protection.

They stood there nervously waiting until the door opened and Meredith and Fred came in, staring at them and giggling. Reverend Webber came in behind them, brandishing a wooden staff. Andy recognized it as part of an old flagpole he had broken a few months ago.

"Meredith, Fred, you two sit over there in those chairs," he said, pointing with the pole. "You're here to witness what happens when you step out of line too many times in this household. I hope you learn a lesson without having to go through what your brothers are about to experience."

Grinning from ear to ear, the younger two children scurried over and sat down to enjoy the show. Reverend Webber moved to the center of the room and pointed the pole toward his oldest son.

"Kenny, you're the oldest and you should know better, so you have the honor of going first. At least you had the decency to look sorry about it, but that doesn't get you off the hook."

Kenny walked slowly toward his Dad. Reverend Webber produced a chair and placed it in front of him.

"Bend over and grab hold of the back of this chair," he ordered.

With a very apprehensive glance, Kenny complied. As much as he was dreading this, he just wanted to get it over with and get out from under the teasing eyes of his younger siblings. He assumed the position and clenched his jaw as he waited for the worst.

With growing dread, Andy watched the action unfold. Normally he would be thrilled to watch Kenny get spanked, but seeing as he was next, he got no pleasure from it. He watched as his father moved into position behind Kenny and gauge his aim, lightly tapping Kenny's butt with the staff. Then he carefully drew it back and brought it crashing down, WHAP!

Andy jumped along with Kenny, who also cried out in pain. Andy saw him tighten his grip on the chair as Reverend Webber inflicted the second blow, WHAP!

With a slow, steady rhythm, Reverend Webber delivered a long series of blows to his son's backside. Meredith and Fred watched in rapt amusement. Andy watched with growing dread. He tried to keep track of the strokes, but lost count. Kenny cried out with each new blow, and Andy could tell he was fighting to keep control of himself. And still the beating continued, WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!! WHAP!!

At last it stopped. Reverend Webber relaxed his arm and stepped back. With obvious discomfort, Kenny stood up and rubbed his backside. Andy could see tears in his eyes, but he had managed to maintain his composure. He doubted he would be able to do the same if Dad gave him half of what he gave Kenny.

"All right, Kenny, I'm through with you. Go up to your room," Reverend Webber said.

Kenny stiffly walked across the room, picked up his clothes, and made his way up the stairs.

"Andy! You're next," Reverend Webber said, "Get over here."

Trying not to tremble too much, Andy crossed the floor and came over to his father.

"Now," he said sternly to his son, "I'm well aware that you were the one behind this. Not only that, you stood there and smarted off to me after you had been caught. Also, you lied about what you were doing. Because of all that, you're going to get a more severe spanking than the one I gave Kenny. So take off your underpants."

"No, Dad, please no!" Andy pleaded.

"Sorry, Andy, since you think it's fun to spy on other people being naked, it seems fair to me that you get spanked naked. So take them off, now!"

Already beginning to cry, Andy did as his father ordered. He pushed his briefs down his thighs and they fell to the floor. His hairless little penis and balls were drawn tightly to his body, shriveled up in fright. He avoided looking at Meredith and Fred as he moved over to the chair.

"Now, bend over and grab hold of the chair," came the dreaded order.

Andy bent over and grasped the wooden frame. He was all to aware of how vulnerable his bare little bottom was sticking up behind him. The hard wooden staff tapped against his rear as his dad took aim and his crying increased in volume. He heard a whoosh of air and then the rod slammed against his naked cheeks, WHACK!

Andy shrieked in agony, he hadn't been ready for such pain. Nor was he ready when the second blow landed just below the first, WHACK!

The stinging pain was telegraphed instantly from his bottom to his brain and again he howled. He had never had a spanking feel like this, WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Each new blow was causing a searing line of fire to erupt on his bare buns. Instinct overrode rational thought and he let go of the chair and stood up.

"Andy!" Reverend Webber shouted, "I'm not even close to done with you yet! Bend over again!"

Oh, please, Daddy!" Andy begged, "I can't take any more!"

"You can and you will! I'm not asking again. Bend over!"

Reassuming the position, Andy cursed himself for ever looking into the telescope. He stuck his blazing bottom out again and waited for his dad to start again. It wasn't a long wait, WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

The fresh set of strokes began to intersect with the previous ones and the areas where he had been hit more than once provided extra pain, WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!!

Andy was blubbering and trying to get words out, but he was beyond that. The wooden rod burned as it struck his naked skin and all he could do was yelp, WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!!

One blow caught him directly on the crease where his bottom ended and his thighs began and he shrieked even louder, but still his Dad did not stop, WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!!!

At last it stopped, but Andy was in no position to appreciate it. Screaming in pain, he remained bent over, His bottom hurt so much, he felt that if he moved, his legs would collapse underneath him. But after about a minute, he stood up and hopped around as he tried to erase the lines of fire from his spanked cheeks. He could see Meredith and Fred laughing at him, enjoying the spectacle of his cock flying about as he jumped, but he was too miserable to care about that.

"Go up to your room, Andy," Reverend Webber ordered him gruffly, "Just be glad I don't make you stand in the corner naked for a couple of hours."

Andy was glad of that, and he decided he better get away before Dad chanced his mind. Still sobbing, he ran over to the stairs, grabbing his clothes on the way.

"You forgot your underpants." Reverend Webber informed him as he reached the foot of the stairs.

Bottom blazing, Andy hurried back and retrieved his briefs. His two younger siblings were laughing loudly now, pointing to his welted bottom. Ignoring the pain, he ran up the steps as fast as he could. He knew better than to try and get sympathy from Kenny under the circumstances, so he ran in his room and locked the door. Throwing himself on to his bed, he grabbed hold of his pillow and had a good long cry into it. But after a while, the stinging pain retreated to a manageable level and he got up to inspect the damage. Standing back to the mirror, he looked over his shoulder as he ran his hand across his naked bottom. It was criss-crossed with deep red lines from top to bottom. He gingerly ran his fingers over each line, wincing as he remembered the strokes of his father's rod. Right then he resolved that his spying days were over.

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