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The Wonder Years

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: 26 Jan 1998


Author's Note: I got several requests for this one. Also, someone kindly pointed out that not everyone on the globe gets the same TV shows. (Who says Hollywood has taken over) So from now on I will include a background paragraph for each story I write. If you are familiar with the show, this will be mostly redundant information, but if not, I hope it makes the story more enjoyable. I've got a number of ideas I'm working on and will continue to write these stories as long as people keep sending me Email telling me they enjoy them.

Background: This is a story based on "The Wonder Years"; a show that ran on American TV in the late 80's/early 90's. The main character was Kevin Arnold, who was played by Fred Savage. It was a nice drama about life in the US during the 1960's. Kevin had a father, mother, a sister about six years older and a very obnoxious brother about three years older. At the time of this story Kevin is about twelve years old.

Kevin Arnold coughed several times into his hand.

"I can't believe people actually like to do this!" he said looking in disgust at the cigarette in his hand.

"But, Kevin, it makes you look cool. Everyone knows that girls like guys who smoke" put in his friend Paul.

Kevin pondered as he tried to get the burning feeling out of his lungs and throat. 'Why do I let Paul talk me into these things?' he wondered. 'I don't think Winnie would care if I smoked or not. Besides, no girl is worth feeling like this!'

He stubbed out the half burnt cigarette in the dirt.

"Kevin!" gasped Paul "What are you doing?"

"Sorry, Paul. I just quit. One cigarette is all I ever need" he replied.

"Geez, Kevin. You didn't give it much of a chance" Paul said with a frown on his face. Taking a big drag on his cigarette, Paul turned his head and blew a cloud of smoke in Kevin's face. Kevin coughed again and rubbed the water out of his eyes. He waited for Paul to finish His friend seemed to lose interest with Kevin not joining him. After it was burned down, he put out the butt and looked at Kevin.

"So, what do you want to do now?" he asked.

"I'd better get home and put these back in Wayne's drawer before he gets home and notices they are gone" Kevin replied.

"O. K., see you tomorrow, then" Paul said as he stood up.

The two boys parted and went their separate ways. As Kevin walked the three blocks to his house, he thought things over. Somehow the whole experience had been a letdown. At first it had seemed very thrilling; Paul suggesting that they try smoking, Kevin sneaking the pack that he knew his brother had hidden in the back of his sock drawer, taking them to school hidden safely in his backpack. But at the end of the day, Kevin couldn't see what the big deal was. He wasn't even going to pretend he liked it. Anyway, Wayne wasn't due home for half an hour yet, so he would just return the cigarettes and that would be that. He probably wouldn't miss the two that he and Paul had smoked and what could he do if he did? Wayne wasn't supposed to be smoking either and he would get into just as much trouble as Kevin if the incident came to light.

He reached his house and noticed with a slight touch of concern that his Dad's car was in the driveway. What was he doing home early? Then Kevin remembered overhearing his Dad tell his Mother over breakfast that he would be working half day today because they were renovating his office. Well, he'd just have to act cool and no-one would be the wiser. He opened the door and stepped into the kitchen.

"Kevin" his Dad said, "I'm glad to see you. Come give me a hand here."

Mr. Arnold was busy working on the cabinets over the sink. Mom had been complaining about them and it seemed he was taking advantage of his time off to solve the problem. Forgetting for the moment about the incriminating evidence in his pocket, Kevin went over to help his Dad.

"Here, hold this for me, please" Mr. Arnold asked handing Kevin the electric drill. Kevin noticed that his Dad seemed to be mostly done, he was just re-hanging the doors now. He held the drill while Dad marked the screw holes for the hinges. Then he handed Kevin the door while he took the drill and made the holes. Having done that he took the door from Kevin and got him to pass up the screws and he attached the door. Mr. Arnold had been mostly silent, but Kevin thought nothing of it; his Dad was a man of few words. So he was more than a little startled when he spoke.

"Kevin," he said while looking up at the hinge he was working on, "Why do you smell like smoke?"

This was said in the same flat tone of voice that Dad always used, but Kevin had to fight not to shudder. Play it cool, he told himself.

"Oh, there was a guy smoking on the bus next to me on the way home, Dad." That sounded good.

"They allowing smoking on the school bus now?" Dad questioned.

Uh, oh. What now? "Well, Paul and I missed the school bus and we took the city bus home."

"I see. And what about that pack of cigarettes I see poking out of your pants pocket?"

Kevin looked down in shock. In horror he saw the damning evidence quite clearly visible in his front pocket. The pack must have slid up as he had moved about. He looked back up as his Dad in dread.

"I saw them a few minutes ago, but I decided to give you a chance to come clean. But instead you lied and made things worse for yourself."

"I'm sorry, Dad!" Kevin gulped "I just wanted to try them. I didn't even like it, I was going to get rid of the rest of them!"

"If that's the truth, you would have done better to throw them away before you got home. Anyway, that doesn't matter. You smoked which is against the rules and then you lied about it. I think you know what I'm going to do about this."

"No Dad, please don't!" Kevin pleaded. Dad had told him if he ever got caught smoking, he would be spanked. And he was caught lying on top of it!

"Go up to your room, Kevin and strip to your underpants. I'll be up in a few minutes and if you haven't done as I asked, you'll be in bigger trouble than you already are.

Reluctantly Kevin went to his room. This was so unfair, he hadn't even enjoyed it! Still, he knew better than to disobey his Father's instructions. He removed his shirt, trousers and shoes and sat on the bed in just his briefs. Kevin was trying not to think about what was about to happen, but it was impossible. He was dreading it too much not to dwell on it.

After about five minutes he heard his Dad coming down the hall. The door opened and Dad walked in with a hairbrush in his hand. 'At least it's not the belt!' Kevin thought to himself.

Dad walked over and sat on the end of the bed. Kevin stood and moved over in front of him. Spankings in the Arnold household were always preceded by a few words and this time was no exception.

"Kevin, I always expected that you kids would try cigarettes at some point. I hope you are telling the truth about not liking them, but that's beside the point. I'm going to give you another reason not to light up in future, at least until you're eighteen. Now get across my knees."

All that was delivered in Dad's same monotone, with a slight touch of sarcasm. Kevin lay across Dad's lap and Mr. Arnold shifted to get into the best position. Kevin was facing the wall with his legs dangling over the edge of the bed. His cotton covered bubble butt was sticking up in the air awaiting its punishment. It wasn't long in coming.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Dad brought the hairbrush down on Kevin's bottom hard.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! He tightened his fists as he fought the urge to put his hands out to protect his rear.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! For all the good his underpants were doing, they may as well not be there. The thin fabric was stretched tight over his cheeks.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Kevin had been yelping with each new spank, but now he was losing his composure entirely.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!!! Dad's hairbrush was covering every square inch of Kevin's rear.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!!! Kevin's whole rear was ablaze with stinging heat. Tears were flowing freely down his face as he sobbed in pain. It took him a moment to realize Dad had stopped. Thank God it was over! He was going to have to sleep on his tummy tonight.

It took him a minute to get some of his control back and then Dad spoke again.

"That was for smoking," he informed Kevin flatly, "Now I'm going to spank you for lying to me about it."

Oh, No! "Please, Dad, no more!" Kevin pleaded. "I'm sorry!"

Mr. Arnold made no comment, but he put down the wretched hairbrush. For a glorious moment Kevin allowed himself to hope that he had gotten out of it. But that hope quickly turned to dread as he felt his Dad grasp the elastic waistband of his underpants.

"No Dad, please!" he begged. "Don't spank me on my bare bottom!"

"Just shut up, Kevin" Dad said as he tugged Kevin's briefs down to his knees.

Kevin felt the cool air moving across his naked bottom, but he was in no position to enjoy it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Dad pick back up the dreaded hairbrush.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Kevin had thought his briefs had offered little protection, but he found out he was wrong. The hairbrush on his bare butt felt twice as bad.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! His wails increased in volume as Dad continued to beat his bare bottom. He started to beg through his tears.

SPANK! "Please!" SPANK! "Please, Daddy!" SPANK! "No, please stop!" SPANK! "Owww, no Dad!" SPANK! "That's enough, please Daddy!" SPANK!

All that had no effect at all. The hairbrush continued to fall on his blistered bottom in a steady rhythm. Kevin was unable to get out any more words through his cries. The heat in his rear felt like it had reached the boiling point, especially when the brush hit the area just above his thighs. Also, his briefs had fallen off and his legs had been slightly spread. This exposed more of the sensitive skin in his crack and somehow the hairbrush was finding its way there, too.

There were five more very hard swats and then his Dad stopped.

"I hope that taught you something" he said and he pushed Kevin off him.

The boy didn't even bother to reply. His crying continued unabated as he frantically rubbed his ass He heard Dad stand up and walk out of the room, but this was only background noise; all his attention has focused on the burning in his backside. This was far and away the worst spanking he had ever had.

After about five minutes he was sufficiently composed to retrieve his underwear from the floor. Gingerly, he pulled them up and lay back on the bed; face down, of course. Even if he had liked smoking, he wouldn't have risked going through this again!

Just when Kevin was beginning to get past the pain, his door opened again. In walked his older brother with the biggest smirk on his face.

"So I hear you got it good!" he announced with a sneer.

"Just, go away." Kevin said. This was the last thing he wanted to deal with right now.

"Oh, no, I don't think I will" Wayne said as he sat on the bed next to his brother. He delivered a sharp smack to Kevin's abused rear, causing him to cry out in pain.

"You see," he continued, "I found out about this because Dad asked me if I knew how you had gotten a pack of cigarettes. I told him no, of course, but I had an idea. I just checked my drawer and so now I know that you stole mine. So now you owe me!"

Wayne was looking down at him spitefully and Kevin knew from experience that he could make him pay one way or the other.

"All, right Wayne. Tell me how much they cost, and I'll give you the money" he said with a resigned sigh.

"Oh, no I think there's more than that" his hateful brother said. "You see, I'm sure that you don't want your friends to know that you got a bare bottomed spanking from your Daddy for smoking. Since you stole my cigarettes, I think that you should have to pay me extra to keep quiet."

Kevin was in a panic. There was no way he could show his face if this got out! He'd have to pay his bullying brother off and hope that he would keep his word.

:"How much do you want?" he asked in defeat.

"I know you've been saving up. I think $30.00 should cover it" Wayne said with a nasty grin.

"Thirty dollars! No way, Wayne, are you crazy?" Kevin couldn't believe the gall of his brother.

"Oh, well, I guess I'll have a few stories to tell in school tomorrow!" Wayne said as he stood up.

"No, wait!" Kevin exclaimed.

Wayne turned around and gave his little brother a gotcha smile. Suddenly Kevin noticed something through the crack under his door. Did he see what he thought he saw? His mind began to turn.

"All right, Wayne, I'll pay up. They were your cigarettes, right?"

"Of course they were mine, you dope. They were in my drawer, weren't they?"

Much to Kevin's delight, his door opened and his Dad walked in.

"I've heard all I needed to hear" he said looking at Wayne. "Take your clothes off, son."

Wayne's face was frozen in shock. He realized that he had trapped himself.

"Get started, Wayne!" Dad snapped "Don't make it worse than it already is."

Slowly Wayne started to unbutton his shirt. "Please Dad," he said with a quaver in his voice, "Can we go to my room?"

"No." Dad bluntly told him, "You tried to extort money from Kevin and I've noticed that you've been bullying him a lot lately. You need to be taken down a few pegs and having Kevin watch you get spanked is a good start. And hurry up with those clothes!"

Wayne finally got his shirt off and kicked off his shoes. With shaking hands, he unfastened the snap on his jeans and pushed them down. He stood out of them and looked expectantly at Dad in just his underwear.

"Wayne, are you trying to be stupid? I told you to strip and I meant strip! You've just earned yourself extra licks." Dad informed him as he started to take of his thick leather belt.

Wayne blanched and reached for his briefs. With a glance toward Kevin, he turned away and took them off.

"You think you have something to hide?" Dad asked him sarcastically. "You don't. Turn around and face me.

Blushing furiously, Wayne turned back around. Kevin was watching with a delightful feeling of anticipation. He hadn't seen Wayne naked for years, and he took advantage of the situation to get a good look. Dad was right, he didn't have anything to hide. Wayne had a sizable patch of black pubic hair, but his dick wasn't much bigger than Kevin's own hairless member. Wayne saw him looking and blushed even deeper.

"Now let's see, Wayne" Dad began. "You've been smoking for God knows how long. You lied to me about where Kevin got the cigarettes. You tried to extort money from him even thought he was following your bad example and you acted like an all around jackass. Anything else?"

Wayne looked down in shame and shook his head.

"Well then, I suggest you prepare yourself for a very severe spanking" Dad said as he doubled the belt over in his hand. "Grab that chair and bend over!"

Wayne spun around and grasped the top of Kevin's desk chair. He was bending over with his bottom sticking straight out. As Dad moved into position behind him, Kevin noticed he could see Wayne's less than impressive dick and balls hanging down from between his legs. Savagely, he hoped that the end of the belt might stray and hit them at least once.

In a moment Dad was ready and started swinging. Kevin was surprised at how loud a noise the belt made as it connected with Wayne's rear. The SLAP! seemed to echo through the room and Wayne jerked in pain. Dad wasted no time between swings; he was brining the belt down just as fast as he could. Already, Kevin could see red stripes where the first blows had landed on his brother's ass cheeks. Wayne was clearly trying not to cry, but it was obvious to Kevin that he was not going to succeed. He was yelping with each new blow and Dad showed no signs of stopping. Kevin noticed that most of the blows seemed to be landing on the middle and lower parts of his brothers bum, with more than a few slapping across his upper thighs. Wayne's whole bottom was red as fire now, but Dad was not done yet.

Wayne finally broke and began crying in loud, racking sobs. He pleaded for the beating to end, but his cries fell on deaf ears. Dad continued spanking him for a few minutes more; Kevin lost track of how many licks Wayne had taken, but it had to be close to one hundred. He was sobbing uncontrollably and his naked bottom was colored so dark red it almost looked purple.

Dad finally stopped and put his belt back on. Wayne's legs gave way and he collapsed on the floor crying. He had been spanked beyond humiliation; he rubbed his beaten bottom as his pecker flapped about in front of him. Dad winked at Kevin and left the room again.

No longer having to control his grin, Kevin looked down at Wayne in delight. It was several minutes more before he even tried to talk to his older brother, but when he did he made sure to rub it in.

"I don't think you'll be telling any tales about me, Wayne" he said with a big smile. "In fact, I don't think you'll be able to pull any of the crap on me you have in the past. I have a much better story to tell if you do!"

With great satisfaction, he turned away from his naked brother and put his head on his pillow. Things were going to be a little different in the Arnold household for a while!


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