My Best Friend's Dad Spanked Me - A True Story
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Jimmy and I had been friends since nursary, we spent many afternoons at one another’s houses playing together. He liked to come to my house because we could disappear for hours exploring the streets and parks in my urban neighbourhood, and I enjoyed going over to his house because he was close to the countryside 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 shops and get a cola and buy action figures, 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 Jimmy’s face was all I needed to see to know that we were in big trouble. Jimmy’s father, a tall, lean, good-looking man with short cut greying 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 couldn’t 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
I’m 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 nonsense 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, making 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 anyone’s
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 McDouglas 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 McDouglas
looked at me and gave me the kind of look that told me he was going to make sure it was okay 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 couldn’t 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 living room 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 living room, a cosy room with a long leather couch and a pair of leather wing back chairs. The room smelled of the rich dark leather, and as we sat down on the couch, I could feel the cold leather on my butt even through my cotton pants. We both looked at each other as we heard Mr McDouglas’s deep booming voice, and knew that he was on the telephone. We couldn’t 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 McDouglas 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 aren’t 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 okay for you to be roaming the streets without supervision, and do you know what he said?
I looked down at the floor, at Mr McDouglas’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 behaviour, 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 couldn’t believe what was about to happen. I had never really been able to genuinely imagine my friend being spanked, let alone been in the same room it when it was happening. I was feeling Jimmy’s embarrassment, 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 McDouglas looked over at me, and seemed to grin just a little before I saw him rub Jimmy’s 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 wasn’t
the worst of what was coming. Mr McDouglas seemed to find a rhythm to the rise and fall of his hand as
he repeatedly spanked Jimmy’s 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 didn’t
seem to slow his father down at all. Over and over I watched as Mr McDouglas 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
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 Jimmy’s butt.
NO SIR Jimmy cried,
I won’t do it again,
I promise, sir and with that, another hard swat landed on his bottom, which by now must have been
the colour 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 wasn’t sure what came next but did know I wasn’t sure I wanted to find out! Mr McDouglas 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 McDouglas then said to me,
I spoke to your father a while ago, since
you said he thought it was all right for you to travel alone in the city My heart sank, I couldn’t
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 McDouglas’s shiny shoes.
Seems as if you are guilty of more than one
offence young man he said.
Why don’t you ask Jimmy what happens to boys who lie on top of doing
something that they know they aren’t 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.
do they get spanked for that young man? his father said.
With their pants down, across your knee
Jimmy said. I couldn’t 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.
Mr McDouglas said
young man, why don’t you take a walk over here looking like he was really
enjoying this. Slowly I stood up, but felt my 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 McDouglas 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 McDouglas was helping
me saying he didn’t have all evening for this nonsense, and he would do it himself, since I was obviously
a baby who couldn’t follow directions. Soon my pants were down around my ankles, and Mr McDouglas 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 immediately felt on my bare butt was like electricity. A moment passed,
and again I felt him rub my butt, this time tingling 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 rhythm, and Mr McDouglas.
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 whimper and beg for him to stop. He wasn’t listening to me, and said
this is something you have
needed for a long time, young man, I guarantee you won’t 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 McDouglas’s hand landed on my butt. Still squirming I begged
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 McDouglas. and noticed
a satisfied smirk on his face as he began 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 aren’t 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 McDouglas 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 won’t ever go
where I’m not supposed to be, and if I do, I sure won’t 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 McDouglas 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 he wasn’t a perfect angel.
Several months passed. Before I knew it, it was a warm summer afternoon and a year had passed. One warm afternoon, my best friend Jimmy invited me to his house for an afternoon of fun and adventure. We sometimes would kick a football in his driveway, hopelessly imitating one of our favourite sports heroes, trying to master a new technique or improve what we already could do. Occasionally, his dad would join us and give us a real work out, kicking balls for us to catch, or working as goalkeeper.
Jimmy’s dad was a real athlete – very tall and lean, with dark hair touched around the edges with a little grey. He had long legs and could run pretty fast for an old guy! I used to admire the strength he showed as he would throw the ball across the plate, as I heard it sail past with a soft whistle. Sometimes when we were running bases, Mr McDouglas would grab the ball from us in an attempt to stop us from making the goal, and when it was me, I could always smell the musky odour of his sweat soaked shirt, and thought about what a real man he was.
There were times when Jimmy and I would get a little carried away, either kicking the ball too close to a car, or the house, or throwing the ball a bit recklessly almost hitting a passing car or person, and if Mr McDouglas was around, he would snap like a twig and yell at us to watch it or be careful. When I heard the boom of his voice, I could tell he meant business. Mr McDouglas was someone who didn’t like to put up with foolishness or irresponsibility and when he said something, we listened. Until one afternoon.
Jimmy and I were in the driveway tossing the football to one another. It was a real warm day, and we were both in shorts and t-shirts. We had been having a contest to see who could kick the most number of goals. A few times the ball got away, bouncing out in the street causing a passing car to swerve to avoid getting hit. We were laughing and running around, not thinking about what we were doing when all of the sudden, a ball that I threw came landing on the hood of Mr McDouglas’s car, and left a dent the size of a pumpkin.
All of the sudden our mood shifted. We immediately knew we would have to come up with something good to get out of this one. We both looked at each other, and all I could think of was the way Jimmy’s father had spanked us only a years ago. I had received the worst of it; because I had been caught lying that my father said it was okay for me to be downtown. Mr McDouglas had checked my story and gotten permission from my father to take care of the situation, and I was the one who had to get the spanking in front of my friend with my pants down. How humiliating I remember that was, not to mention how uncomfortable I was sitting down over the next few days. Mr McDouglas gave me a hard spanking and it was one I would never forget.
Jimmy and I talked about what to do, and I told him I bet if we told the truth about what happened, his father would be mad, but wouldn’t punish us too badly. After all, we were 13 years old; too old to be treated like babies, so we assumed he might give us a lecture, and maybe keep us apart for a while. We decided to get it over with, so into the house we went, and found his dad out on the back porch reading the paper. He was dressed casually, wearing a pair of khaki shorts with a polo shirt, no socks and dark loafers. When we approached, he looked up and cheerfully asked if we wanted to go on an errand with him. We immediately thought about his car and the dent on the hood, and decided we had better tell him what happened.
There’s something we have to tell you, dad Jimmy said as he looked over at me. I could tell
he was scared by the way his voice was shaking.
What is it, son? he replied closing the paper and
folding it neatly on his lap. I felt like it was my turn to speak up, so I said
we were out front kicking