One Spanking I'll Never Forget
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: 25 Jul 2003
Jimmy and I had been friends since kindergarten, we spent many afternoons at one anothers houses playing together. He liked to come to my house because we could disappear for hours exploring the woods and streams in my rural neighborhood, and I enjoyed going over to his house because he was close to the city and there was always some action that we could become a part of, or at least watch from the background. The one rule at his house was to not go too far and not get into any trouble.
Well, as we got older, we naturally wanted to test our limits, and did so by following the road which took us in the direction of downtown. Sometimes we would just hang out at the drug store and get a soda and buy baseball cards, and sometimes we would just walk around the streets and see what there was to see.
One afternoon, probably a little later than we should have been out for a pair of 12 year old boys, we were walking down the main street when a car pulled to a stop nearby. The look of terror on Jimmys face was all I needed to see to know that we were in big trouble. Jimmys father, a tall, lean ,goodlooking man with short cut graying hair, who worked as an Engineer in a downtown office was getting out of his car and walking towards the two of us. I could tell from the look on his face that he was really mad, and couldnt imagine what he was going to do, especially since it was in the middle of the crowded rush hour and there were people everywhere.
Jimmy looked at me, and whispered under his breath "we're in for it now" and I noticed a tremble in his voice. I had never seen his dad get mad, but I could tell that he was a no nonsence type of guy who only liked to tell you something once, and after that, you would have to answer to him for whatever you got caught doing wrong. Jimmy had told me a few times at school that he had gotten a spanking the night before because of something he had done wrong, and usually made it a point of letting me know that his butt was still a little sore from the number of licks he had received. Usually around 15 or 20, enough, I imagined, to make him think twice about what he had done, and not do it again.
As his dad got closer, I noticed that he was pretty calm, and when he asked what we were doing here at this hour, I answered "we were just heading home, and were only walking around not getting in anyones way". Jimmy seemed frozen and remained silent, but his dad gently pushed him towards the car, and told us to get in and he would take us the rest of the way home.
In the car, after a few minutes of awkward silence, Mr. B asked if my parents allowed me to walk around the city without supervision? I bravely answered "yes", all the while knowing full well that if I was caught after being warned about how dangerous it was to be in the city alone, I would be spending a lot of time alone in my room, thinking about where I should have been instead. Mr. B looked at me and gave me the kind of look that told me he was going to make sure it was o. k. with my parents just to be sure, and told me that Jimmy knows he is not allowed to go that far from the house without permission and then only with someone more responsible along as well.
I could tell from how quiet Jimmy had become that he was thinking about what was going to happen when he got home. I couldnt imagine what would make him so quiet, and when we pulled into the driveway his father told us both to go inside, and into the den to wait for him to come in so he could talk to the two of us together.
We went inside, and made our way to the den, a cozy room with a long leather sofa and a pair of leather wing back chairs. The room smelled of the rich dark leather, and as we sat down on the sofa, I could feel the cold leather on my butt even through my cotton pants. We both looked at each other as we heard Mr. B's deep booming voice, and knew that he was on the telephone. We couldnt make out what he was saying, but I could tell that he was reassuring someone that it would all work out, and he was happy to know that he was able to help.
Mr. B came into the den, and closed the door softly behind him. He walked over to one of the big wing back chairs but before he sat down, he took off his suit jacket, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt cuffs. By now I could see that Jimmy was really scared, and I could even feel him shaking slightly on the couch next to me. His father looked over at us and shook his head in a disappointed way, then looked at Jimmy and said "What in the world were you thinking?"
"I know that you know you arent supposed to be as far from the house as you were, and you should know that your friend was also not supposed to go there with you. What would you have done if anything were to happen to the two of you. How would you have been able to get help?" Jimmy just shrugged and sat silently. His father looked over at me and said "I just spoke to your father, and asked him why he thinks it is o. k. for you to be roaming the streets without supervision, and do you know what he said?" I looked down at the floor, at Mr. B's long legs and just shrugged my shoulders. I noticed that he was lightly thumping the arms of the leather wing chair with the palm of his hand, and thought this was going to be more difficult to get out of than I had imagined. "Since you seem to have nothing to say, and since Jimmy knows the consequences of his behavior, I think I will let him tell you what is going to happen".
I looked over at Jimmy and could tell that his father had at some point really gone over this issue with him. He looked at me with what I thought was a tear in his eye, and said " I'm going to get a spanking because I know I'm not supposed to go downtown without supervision". His dad looked at us, and then said to Jimmy, "You know what to do young man".
Jimmy got up from the sofa, and slowly walked towards his father. I couldnt believe what was about to happen. I had never been spanked before, let alone been in the same room when someone was getting a spanking. I was feeling Jimmy's embarrasment, and maybe a little of the fear that I was sure was going through his mind. He approached his father, and stood next to the chair. His dad took him by the arm, and said it was really a shame that he had to treat him like a baby, but if he acted like a baby, he was going to be punished like one. With that, he lifted him up, laying him across his knee, and propped his leg up on the ottoman that was in front of the chair. I could see the look of horror in Jimmy's face, as well as the humiliation. Mr. B looked over at me, and seemed to grin just a little before I saw him rub Jimmys butt a few times. Then he lifted his arm and laid on the first whack.
What a sound, as the crack of the palm of his large hand landed on Jimmy's pants I could hear the echo against the walls of the room. Again, he raised his arm and again the crack of the contact as he met the target. I could see that Jimmy was uncomfortable, but I also could tell that he knew this wasnt the worst of what was coming. Mr. B seemed to find a rythm to the rise and fall of his hand as he repeatedly spanked Jimmys butt. I could just imagine how the sting was building since Jimmy had described it to me in the school yard on more than one occasion. I could hear Jimmy begin to whimper, but it didnt seem to slow his father down at all. Over and over I watched as Mr. B landed his palm on the backside of my friend, counting more than 20 times. Jimmy was really squirming and began to cry like a baby. His father asked "am I going to catch you where you know you're not supposed to be again?" as he laid another crack like thunder spanking on Jimmys butt. "NO SIR" Jimmy cried, "I wont do it again, I promise, sir" and with that, another hard swat landed on his bottom, which by now must have been the color of a stop sign.
Soon, it was over. I could feel my face flush, and a strange sensation in my pants. This was the first time I had ever seen anyone get spanked, and I wasnt sure what came next but did know I wasnt sure I wanted to find out! Mr. B lowered his foot from the ottoman, and put Jimmy back on his feet, and I caught him look over at me with a smirk on his face.
"What did you think of that?" he asked me. "Do you think Jimmy will ever go downtown without having someone watch him again"? I shrugged my shoulders, knowing real well that he would not, and sat there looking at the floor. Mr. B then said to me, "I spoke to your father a while ago, since you said he thought it was allright for you to travel alone in the city" My heart sank, I couldnt believe he had checked on my story, and now I had been caught in a lie. All I could do was keep my eyes fixed on the floor beneath Mr. B's shiny loafers. "Seems as if you are guilty of more than one offence young man" he said. "Why dont you ask Jimmy what happens to boys who lie on top of doing something that they know they arent supposed to do". I looked over at Jimmy who was standing next to his dads chair with his hand slowly rubbing his stinging behind. "They get spanked" he said. "How do they get spanked for that young man?" his father said. "With their pants down, across your knee" Jimmy said. I couldnt believe what I was hearing. I never in a million years thought that a person other than my own father could punish me in such a way, and my father had never spanked me before, instead, sending me to my room to think about what I had done.
Mr. B said "young man, why dont you take a walk over here" looking like he was really enjoying this. Slowly I stood up, but felt me legs quiver as I walked over to where he was seated. I took the same place where seconds ago Jimmy stood, and was facing Mr. B as I heard him tell me to drop my pants. I slowly began to fiddle with my belt buckle but the next thing I knew, Mr. B was helping me saying he didnt have all evening for this nonsence, and he would do it himself, since I was obviously a baby who couldnt follow directions. Soon my pants were down around my ankels, and Mr. B said "you know what to do, you just watched Jimmy get a spanking, and you are in for the same thing, only you will really be feeling this one without your pants covering your butt".
Before I could tell what was happening, I felt myself being pulled across his knee, then he raised his one leg back to the ottoman, and I felt his had brush my small quivering butt. His hand was hot, I suppose from the spanking he had just delivered to his son. The anticipation was about to kill me, and when I felt the heave of his arm I could only imagine what to expect. Only imagine was right! The sound of the smack as well as the sting I immediatly felt on my bare butt was like electricity. A moment passed, and again I felt him rub my butt, this time tingeling from the first swat. Again, the sound and the shock of his strong firm hand as it made contact on my butt. Soon there seemed to be a rythm, and Mr. B. was really taking his anger out on me. I was feeling each spank as it landed firmly on my bare backside and just had time to catch my breath before the next one landed. Over and over he spanked me, and I began to wimper and beg for him to stop. He wasnt listening to me, and said "this is something you have needed for a long time, young man. Your father may not think that spanking is the way to get your attention, but I guarantee you wont soon forget why you are getting this one, and will think twice about getting Jimmy to go along with you when you know you are doing something you are not supposed to be doing".
I looked over at Jimmy, and could see him standing nearby, still rubbing his sore behind. knowing I would be feeling this punishment for a while myself. He gave me a look which told me that the worst was over, but the end was still not near. Over and over I could feel as the wind was pushed across my butt before the sharp sting of Mr. B's hand landed on my butt. Still squirming I begged "enough, PLEASE, I'm sorry!" and just like that, he stopped. "That's what I was expecting to hear, young man" he said, as I felt him lower his leg allowing me to regain a standing position. I climbed down from his lap, and could feel the heat like fire coming from my backside. I looked at Mr. B. and noticed a satisfied smirk on his face as he bagan to get up. He stood, and walked over to Jimmy who was now leaning against the arm of the sofa still occasionally rubbing his butt. He reached down, and patted his son on the rear and said, "You know how much I hate to have to do that son, but you know it is the best way to get your attention when you do what you know you arent supposed to do".
"Yes, Dad" Jimmy said, "I'm sorry you had to do it too, and I promise not to go where I'm not supposed to be again". Mr. B looked over at me and said, "What about you? What do you think about what has happened today?" I looked at him and said, "I know for sure I wont ever go where I'm not supposed to be, and if I do, I sure wont lie about it again".
"That's right, young man, and I guarantee if I ever catch either of you boys in trouble, you will find yourself in the same position again, only for a longer session, and maybe even with my belt". The thought of that alone was enough to make me shudder, and I reached back to feel my burning stinging butt thinking there is no way I wanted to go through that again.
Mr. B left the room, and as Jimmy and I stood there, each too uncomfortable to sit down, I asked if that was the kind of spanking he usually got when he did something wrong. He told me yes, and As I still felt the heat coming off my own butt, I quietly wondered why in the world has wasnt a perfect angel.