The Spanking Of Your Life
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: 08 Jun 2012
“Collin, you are not to leave the house today and when I get home this afternoon you are going to get the spanking of your life.”
Those were the last words my dad said this morning before he left to play golf with some of his buddies. Damn it there ought to be a law or something about a kid's dad saying something like that and then making him wait all day to get his ass busted. The thing that has my stomach rolling though and makes me give my butt a rub every so often is that I'm sixteen and in my opinion I have already had a coulple of butt warmings that I think qualify as the spanking of my life. I have been sitting in my room since dad left thinking about some of my more memorable cheek tannings. I'm going to tell you about my top five, now mind you a couple of them don't even qualify to be included in a category of a spanking of your life but are memorable for other reasons.
Here goes, I'll start with number five: I remember this one because it was the first time I got my butt paddled in school. I was an eight year old third grader. We were taking a spelling test. I was never that good at spelling and there were a couple of really difficult words so I was trying to copy from Billy Franks' paper and Mr. Graham caught me. He called my name out and told me to come to the front of the class. He went to the chalk board then grabbed a paddle from the hook where he kept it. I felt sick to my stomach as I watched him walk toward me with the paddle dangling from his hand. He told me to bend over and grab my knees. I heard the crack first then felt the fire on my butt. I tried to open my mouth but before anything came out I heard another loud crack followed by a second burning sensation lower down on my butt. I heard myself yelling ow before the paddle landed a third lick on top of the first one followed quickly by a fourth and fifth one. My butt was burning with pain and tears were rolling down my face. I heard Mr. Graham's voice telling me to return to my desk and that I was going to get an 'F' on the test
Number four happened at school too. This time I was eleven and in the sixth grade. I was making fun of a younger kid on the playground and I gave him a push causing him to fall down. He scraped his hands on the pavement causing them to bleed slightly. Mrs. Hopfinger saw it all. She helped the kid up then told me to follow them into the school. She took the other boy to the first aid room before she marched me to the principal's office. I sat outside his office shaking as I thought about all of the things I had heard from other kids about what went on behind that closed door. They told me he didn't paddle a boy like the teachers did, when you got into his office you got a spanking just like the ones you got at home. A couple of boys told me he had made them drop their jeans before he paddled them on their underwear and one kid said that was nothing because he got it bare butt. I about jumped out of my skin when the door opened and Mr. Haynes called me in. I stared at the biggest paddle I ever saw as he rambled on for a few minutes. Drop your pants and bend over the desk is the only thing that I remember him saying. I was in a daze as I unfastened my pants and let them fall to my ankles. I was standing in my underwear in front of someone that wasn't a member of my family or a doctor for the first time in my life. I bent over the desk and when that first lick landed I began crying and begging him not to paddle me but he just kept spanking my butt. He gave me ten good hard licks before he stopped and told me to get dressed and go back to my classroom. My eyes were all red and tears were still rolling down my face when I sat down at my desk so all of my classmates knew I was sitting there on a red sore butt.
That brings to me number three. This one was a direct result of my visit to the principal's office. That night before bed dad paid me a visit with the hair brush in his hand. Back then I slept in pajamas and when dad spanked before bed that is all I had on but this time after dad sat on my bed and pulled me over his lap I felt his hand on the waistband of the bottoms of my pj's and the next thing I knew I was bare from my waist to my knees. Now you are probably thinking what is so memorable about that, a boy with his bare butt poised over his dad's knee for a spanking. It's memorable because my dad had never ever spanked me on my bare butt before. I always had something covering my butt when I got a spanking even if it was only a thin pair of briefs. When dad bared my butt I began carrying on like crazy. I began begging and pleading not to get spanked with a brush on my bare butt while I twisted my hips and butt from side to side and I even tried to stand up which is something I had never thought about doing before when I was going to get a butt blistering. Dad told me my butt was still pink from the paddling I had received at school but now it was his turn. He told me from now on I would be getting it bare and then he walloped one cheek then the other with his damn brush. My friends had told me they got spanked on the bare and how lucky I was not to get it that way. I always thought that getting it on a bare butt couldn't hurt any more than getting spanked on your underwear but dad had sure found a way to change my mind. I was a sobbing, shaking mess by the time he laid the brush down. I went to bed that night laying on my tummy wearing only the top of my pj's. When I woke up the next morning I felt my butt and it was till warmer then normal. That was my first time getting spanked bare but dad decided that I would be getting it bare ass every time after that.
Number two happened when I was thirteen. It was toward the end of school in May. We were having a heatwave with the temperatures in the high eighties while the temperature in the school buildings were hotter. Me and two of my friends decided to sneak out the last two periods of the day. We rode our bikes to a pond that I knew about so we could go skinny dipping. Long story short, we got caught while we were swimming bare ass naked. Our dads showed up, picked some switches off of a tree and we ended up getting our bare rearends switched something fierce. We all had red stripes from the top of our butt cracks down to the tops of our legs before one at a time we were put over the trunk of my dad's car and given a bare ass strapping with a belt for five long minutes. All three of us were running around the pond rubbing our asses when our dads told us to get dressed and get home. I found out the next day that we all got our asses heated up again before bed.
Number one happened a year ago when I was fifteen. I was in a store and tried to steal a pack of cigarettes. I'm sure you already realize that I got caught since I'm telling you about my memorable spankings. The guy that owns the store called the cops. They showed up at the store followed by my dad a short time later. I was left out of the conversation but not the results of said conversation. I was called into the store owner's office where I was told to strip completely naked. The owner was sitting in a chair and as soon as I was naked he pulled me over his lap and began to spank me with his hand. That didn't last too long though as pretty soon I felt a hard piece of wood rubbing up and down my butt. It began with a light smack across the center of my ass but then the licks started to come faster and harder while I squirmed, kicked my legs and began crying. He kept me over his knee for a long five minutes while his fucking paddle sent wave after wave of burning pain up and down my bare jiggling cheeks. I thought it was over when the store owner stood me up but then dad sat down and I went over his lap. Dad picked the paddle up then set about adding his thoughts about what I had done by lighting new fires on my ass and legs that hadn't yet been touched by the paddle. I was a blubbering mess when dad finished a few minutes later but my ordeal still wasn't over. Dad stood me up then forced me to bend over the desk of the owner. I glanced back in time to see the cop taking his belt off. I screamed out at the same time the first stroke landed at the bottom curve of my cheeks right above where my butt hole is. The belt descended nine more times on my bouncing quivering butt cheeks with the end of the belt finding its way between my cheeks a couple of times. I got another whipping that night before bed and then another one the next night.
I think my number one qualifies to be the spanking of a boys life so that brings me back to remembering what dad said this morning before he left, how much worse could a spanking get than that? You probably want to know what I did to get my dad in that frame of mind. It wasn't much really. Justin, my nine year old brother belongs to a scouting outfit and last weekend him and seven other boys went on a camping trip. The camp they went to is just outside of town so a friend of mine and I decided to play a little prank on them. There is a restroom and showers at the camp site. We told my brother a bullshit story about a boy that had been killed in the woods and the only part of his body that was ever found was his penis. It was found laying in the showers and the boys ghost shows up from time to time trying to find his penis. We told my brother that if the ghost finds a boy or group of boys in the shower or bathroom that he will try to cut one of their little dicks off to replace his. My brother sat bug eyed while we told him the story and looked like he was scared shitless. That Saturday morning my buddy and me went to the camp site and rigged up a set of speakers in the shower area. When it got dark we were waiting in the woods waiting for the group of nine year old boys to go take their showers. When they were all in there together we began playing a tape we had created that had all kinds of scary music and ghostly sounds with a few words like “I want my penis back. Who has my penis? You have mine so I'm going to take yours, hahahaha.” Within minutes eight screaming boys came running out. Three or four of them looked like they had pissed their pants. Me and my buddy rolled around on the ground laughing like fools for a few minutes before we hightailed it out of there. All I heard for the next few days from my parents was what a nasty dirty trick that was and whoever had done it needed to be taught a lesson. Dad got a phone call this morning and right after he hung up I got my ass chewed out before he uttered those last few words that have had my stomach doing flip flops while I rubbed my butt and squeezed my butt cheeks anticipating what dad has in store for them.
I was lost in my thoughts when there was a knock on my bedroom door right before it opened and my buddy that had helped me with the prank was standing there.
“Scott, what are you doing here? You better leave because my dad found out what we dad last Saturday and he is royally pissed.” I told him.
“I know, my dad is too.”
“How in the hell did they find out, it's been a fucking week.”
“It's my fault. Dad heard me talking to Ronnie on the phone. I was telling him what we did when dad barged in, took my phone and went all postal on me. He bitched at me for a good ten minutes before he left. He came back a few minutes later and told me to be here by three and that I wasn't to go any where until then.”
“He must have called my dad.”
“So what do you think is going to happen?” Scott asked.
I could feel my face start to heat up as I debated whether to tell my buddy what dad had told me this morning but then I began wondering why Scott was told to come to my house when the light bulb clicked on and I realized that Scott was going to be getting his ass busted with me.
“I think we are in for an ass blistering to end all ass blisterings.” I told him.
“Get serious, I haven't had a butt whipping in six months. Nah, that can't be right. I can't believe my dad is going to give me a whipping.”
“You better start believing because before my dad left he told me I was going to get the spanking of my life and I can't think of another reason why your dad would have told you to be here if you weren't going to be on the receiving end of an ass whipping too.”
“Oh fuck.” Scott said as he began to move his butt around in the chair he was sitting in.
“What the hell is up with the fucking doorbell?” I asked. The damn thing must have rung six or seven different times while Scott and me were talking.
It wasn't a minute later when dad opened the door and said, “Boys I want you to strip all of your clothes off except your underwear then I want both of you in the family room. You have five minutes and you don't want to take any longer than that. You are both in enough trouble as it is.”
Dad walked away leaving the bedroom door wide open. I didn't see any reason to close it since I was going to be walking down the hall and stairs in my underwear anyway. I wasn't wearing shoes or socks so I stripped my shirt off first then dropped my pants to the floor and stepped out of them leaving me standing in a pair of Hanes white briefs. I watched Scott strip down to his white Fruit Of The Looms briefs before I followed his swaying little butt out of my room and to our promised doom. When we got to the family room my brother and his seven scout friends were sitting in a semi-circle with big smiles on their faces. Scott's dad was there too.
“Come on in boys, after all the two of you are the star attractions. You pulled a nasty dirty prank on these boys so me and Scott's dad thought it would only be fair for them to witness your punishment. Oh excuse me I phrased that wrong. I should have said witness and participate in your punishmnt.”
All eight of the little fucks got big smiles on their faces when dad said participate.
“Dad what do you mean, participate?” I asked.
“I mean that I'm going to warm your bare butt up a little bit first then Scott's dad will do the same for him and then these fine young boys will each be allowed to give you guys ten licks each with a paddle, also on your bare butts. After they finish they are going to have a front row seat while both of you get thirty strokes of the belt delivered to your naughty butts. I want both of you to drop your underwear and step out of them right now.”
“Dad please you can't make us get naked in front of them, you just can't do that.” I pleaded.
“I can and I will. Get naked right now or I'll take you briefs off of you myself and you'll be receiving another twenty with the belt.”
I gave the boys a look before I put a thumb in each side of my briefs and jerked them down. I let them fall to my ankles then stepped out of them leaving me standing in front of my brother and his little friends completely nude with my six inch dick hanging limp over my balls. Scott dropped his shorts and tried to cover his soft seven inch cock with his hands.
“Put those hands at your sides and I don't want to see them trying to cover your penis or your butt.” Scott's dad said firmly.
Dad grabbed me by the hand, walked to a chair, sat down and pulled me over his lap. I realized my bare butt was center stage and I was about to be spanked like I was one of the nine year old boys that was watching. Dad positioned my butt so that it was raised well up and then he began slapping my butt cheeks with his hand going from left to right then a few on my crack before he went back to the left cheek again. I didn't know which was worse, the embarassment of being bare ass naked over dad's lap being spanked like a little kid or the pain from the spanking itself.
“Boy Justin, look at your brother's butt bouncing up and down and it sure is getting red.” I heard one of the little twerps say.
“Yeah but we'll make it even redder when we get to paddle his bare butt, huh daddy?” Justin asked.
“That's right Justin, before you boys get done I bet Collin's butt will be red just like a cherry or a nice big red apple.” Dad said as his hand continued smacking my ass.
I swore to myself that I wouldn't start crying and it was a good thing dad stopped when he did because I could feel the tears beginning to form in my eyes when he stopped.
“Get up Collin and don't you dare touch that fanny of yours. Okay Martin, it's time for you to give Scott what his naughty butt deserves.”
Dad stood up then Martin, Scott's dad took his place. Martin patted his leg for Scott to get over his knee to get his butt heated up. I stood mesmerized and watched my best buddy getting over his dad's knee. I had seen Scott naked plenty of times but I had never witnessed him getting his ass whipped before. I thought his butt was cute looking, the way he was clenching and unclenching his cheeks. His dad raised his hand, a loud slap followed by a big red hand print appearing on Scott's left cheek. Martin layed into my friends ass with fast hard slaps which turned Scott's ass bright red in a matter of a couple of minutes and Scott began crying as his skinny red butt wiggled and bounced over his dad's lap.
“Hey Justin look at your brother. His weiner is getting bigger and it is sticking straight out.” One of the nine year old boys said.
I looked down to see my cock getting hard then I looked around the room to see my cock was the center of attention instead of Scott's butt. I closed my eyes as I felt my face burn and I tried to will my cock back to a soft state but it didn't work, if anything I think it got harder.
“Collin get over here.” I heard dad say. I opened my eyes and saw Scott standing off to the side with tears running down his face.
When I got to my dad's side he had me kneel on a foot stool and lean down into the cushions