Cool Teenager


by Barespankr <barespankr@aol.com>

I think probably one of my most memorable spankings occurred when I turned 14. I was at the height of becomming a cool smartass teenager and made the mistake of thinking I was too old for a spanking. I continously defied my parents and was getting into trouble at school, brushing off the warnings to straighten up.

That day, the principal (who had used the paddle on me many times before) called my mom to report my playing hookie and dismal schoolwork. I had also been told to come home and do some chores which I conveniently forgot. When I came home, I saw my Dad's truck in the driveway and knew I was in for a lecture because of the undone chores. _s_h_i_t_, I guess I could sit through another one of those responsibility talks.

I came in the door and breezed past everyone trying to act like the cool teenager I thought I was when all of a sudden I was called sternly into the living room where my parents were sitting on the couch. I came in and ignored most of the speech until he started talking that it was time for more drastic measures to be taken to stop my behavior and that I was going to be punished in a manner to suit my juvenile behavior. Then he announced it, "Go get me the ruler, It's about time I paddled your butt."

I was dumbfounded! I stammered that I was too old and that I wouldn't be bad anymore and everything else I could think of to avoid the humiliation of a spanking. But he was more than determined and demanded I bring him the ruler immediately. I walked slowly over to the cabinet where it was kept still trying to talk my way out. As I picked up the ruler, I was reminded how heavy it was. This was a professional drawing ruler, 18" long and about 2+ inches wide made of hardwood. I had been spanked by it before and it hurt!! I walked back over to them pleading not to do this but was met with an outstretched hand reaching for the ruler. He took it and began a stern lecture while smacking it lightly against his hand.

"Alright young man, hand me your shorts!" I was wearing blue jeans. I nearly gasped, I was so startled to hear this! No way was he going to make me pull down my pants! Oh _s_h_i_t_, I begged him not to do it that way. Even the last one two years prior, I got to leave my pants on for a belting. He insisted that if he had to ask me again he would personally rip off my clothes, and take an apple switch to my entire backside.

I started to loosen my jeans. He sat back and held out his hand and again asked me to hand him my underpants. This was one cool teenager who was loosing his cool! I was about 5'4 then, blonde tousled hair, completely smooth body except for the developing pubes and armpits. The thought of actually having to bare his body in front of his parents is about the worst thing that can happen to a teenager. I was slowly kicking off my shoes to pull my jeans off when my dad ordered me to hurry up still holding his hand out. I was now standing before them in my socks, T-shirt, and underpants. He jestured toward the shorts. Embarrassed beyond measure, I removed them and handed them to him.

Again he lectured, looking at me and making me answer questions about how little boys should be treated when they are bad. I then had to ask him to spank me to teach me a lesson. He ordered me lie down across his lap. Boy was this humiliating, but also a relief to get my naked midsection out of sight. He positioned me so my white baby smooth buttocks were centered in his lap and pulled my shirt tails as far up my back as he could. Then he placed my right arm behind my back, held it firmly, and talked about how this was going to be the hardest spanking any 14 year old ever had.

I knew the embarrassment was over and the pain of the impending bare-bottom spanking was about to begin. I heard a swish, then, SMACK! as the paddle found its target. More lecturing...SMACK! He started slow at first, talking in between. SMACK! I was determined not to let him see me cry. These swats were hard and believe me they hurt! After about 10, he began to spank a little faster, one each 5 seconds or so. I began squirming in his lap as the hard swats fell one after the other. OOOOWWW.. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Tears began to well in my eyes as I begged him to stop. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I was struggling with all my might to get free but I was held fast and the ruler continued it's punishing reign. I choked for breath as I began to cry outloud, kicking violently. He placed his leg over mine and spanked hard and fast. The paddle danced over my bare butt and there was no escaping it. I finally cried as hard as I could, balling like a two year old. After 10 or so more really hard ones, he stopped.

I remained in position for quite awhile and he told me that I had it coming and he was sorry to do it, but was necessary. He gently rubbed some cream into my burned butt while I sobbed. He was right. That spanking did me alot of good. I straightend up the rest of the year and got a lot of respect. I needed it, and am glad I got it. My butt had welts which lasted a week.


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