David shuffled out the front door and tried not to fall on his face as he went down the steps from the front porch to the front walk. It is hard to walk down steps when your jeans and underpants are around your ankles. His face was hot and red from embarasment, but the cool twilight air chilled his butt and balls. As he did so all sorts of thoughts and emotions filled his head. Certianly there was regret and remorse for getting into trouble at school, but more for getting caught and having to face the consequencses, consequences which were turning out to be far more severe than he had ever imagined they would be. Embarrasement was high on the list of emotions he was feeling. He was normally somewhat shy and had never even liked having to shower after gym class, but he put up with that since he had to and everybody else was doing it too. Now here he was walking outside, in front of the whole neighborhood, with his 3" of flacid dick flapping in the breeze. Fear filled his heart as he thought about how much the switch he was about to cut would hurt. After all, up to this point, his dad had only spanked him with his hand, and the last time that had happened was almost a year ago. Granted, there had been times since then when he, in all honesty knew he had deserved a spanking and not gotten it. He had avoided them mostly because his dad had been working so hard at his new job that he got home after he was asleep more often than not. Mom, had never pushed the issue. Up until this point she had not been a big fan of spanking, oh sure, one or two swats over his clothed butt when he was little, but she had never really spanked him. But all this talking to Jeff and Billy's mom seemed to be chaning her mind. All mom had done in the past was yell at him or send him to his room. A few times she had told Dad about his misdeeds and it had resulted in a spanking, but it was never held over to the next day, and she generally didn't want to hear it happening, let alone see it. Now she was talking like a confimed beliver in the value of a bare butt spanking. Mostly David was feeling sorry for himself. He knew in his head that his parents both loved him deeply and wanted the best for him, but right now in his heart he was feeling very unloved. He felt angry and resentful, but there was no way he could express these feelings towards his parents. He tried not to cry. He was almost 13 years old, and teenage boys do not cry he told himself, but despite this tears fell down his cheeks anyways. His morose train of thought was broken by a shout from Mike Taylor. Mike was 16 and the oldest of the Taylor boys. Dave had always sort of looked up to him, he was handsome, athletic, outgoing. Mike had sort of tolerated him as a bit of a tag along pest, but basicly a good little kid. Sort of the same feeling he had for his own 12 year old brother Alex who was also out shooting hoops with him that evening. He would let them hang out with him, but the price of which was a fair amout of what Mike considered good natured teasing, but which often hit far closer to home than he realized or intended. Mike wasn't mean or cruel, but sometimes he could be insensitive.
"Hey Davie, what the hell are you doing dorkface, didn't you dad ever teach you to pull up your pants when you went out side"
"We already ate, David, we don't need a weinie from you" chimed in Alex.
"Well at least he brought out some buns to with it" laughed 11 yo Scott Taylor.
David just tried to ignore them as he went to the bush to cut the switch, he cut off a lenght about 3 feet long and tuned back to the house.
"David, you are supposed to wait until it is in bloom before you bring cut flowers into the house" called Mike
The taunts continued and he walked up towards the the house, as fast as his jeans constrained legs could take him. Finally he could take no more, he turned around and yellled, "God Dammit, just shut the _f_u_c_k_ up, can't you see that I don't want to talk about it"
Unfortunately for David, his Dad was just coming out to the front porch to check on his progress.
"You must have a head made out of bricks boy, how dare you use that sort of language, especially givien the trouble you are in. I told you about following instructions and obeying didn't I?"
"Yes Dad, but.."
"Never mind that, I want you to apologize to the Taylor boys"
"I'm sorry, guys I souldn't have spoken that way to you, please forgive me" David said, not so sincerely
"Now David what did I say you should do if any one asked you about your condition?"
"Tell them that I am being punished"
"And?"
"and also why I am being punished"
"Did you?"
"No, sir, I didn't think that you m"
"You never think, thats your problem David. Now tell the boys all about what you did and what is goint to happen to you."
David then proceeded to tell the boys all about his sorry day so far, and with a little prompting, what his next week was going to be like.
"Now I want you to invite the boys over to watch your spanking when you finish getting that switch stripped and ready"
"Guys, please come over in about 5 minutes to see me get my spanking"
The Taylor boys assembled on the front porch along with Mom and Tommy as Daivd finished the switch and handed it to his dad. Half the kids in the neighborhood had heard the commotion and were descreetly watching from the street.
"OK David, step out of your pants and underpants... now stand about three feet from the railing and spread your legs...no wider, wider than that. Grab the railing, good. Now I was going to give you twelve swats with this switch, but since you can't seem to follow directions, or keep your mouth clean even when you are about to be punished, you just doubled it mister."
David stood with his legs about two times his shoulderwidth apart and bent over to grab the railing.
"Now lean back and stick your butt out, thats right, don't push on the railing, but don't let go of it either"
With that Dad pulled the switch back and aimed it for half way up David's left thigh, the whippy stick bent around and the end hit the tender inside of the thigh. a while line imeddiately appeared which swiftly turned and angry shade of red. David screamed, the pain was like nothing he had ever felt before, he hopped up and grabbed the inside of his leg.
"Dammit Dave, that one doesn't count, get back into position. Tommy, go lean on the to of Davids hands so he can't let go"
"Yes sir, Dad"
Dad then laid the next one right on top of the first stroke
"Now David, if you had only listened and obeyed my instructions you could have avioded that one, but you made a bad decision, didn't you? ... David, I asked you a question, answer it."
"Yes Sir, I'll try to do better in the future"
Dad worked his way up the left leg, placing five more bright lines across the back of the leg, each about an inch apart. David Sreamed after each stroke, and he became progressively more terrified, as the bighting end of the stick movered closer and closer to his balls which were on the verge of puberty. Fortunately for David the sixth stripe missed his nuts buy a good 3/4". He then moved over to the other side, and used an backhand stroke to simalarly work his way up the right leg. Once agin David grew fearful of what it would feel like if the stick hit his nuts, but he in all seriousness could not imagine more pain than he was going through at the moment, he screams could have waked the dead, and he cried until he felt his throuaght could scream no more.
"Now David, that was all I was origionally going to give to you, you however, had to go and open your big mouth, you could not follow instructions could you?"
"No sir" David wept, almost inaudibly
"Because of that, we are only half done, aren't we"
"Yes sir" sobbed David, who had never felt worse in his life
With that Dad brought the switch down hard across the meatest part of both of David's cheeks, in rapid fire he finished eleven more strokes, each a little lower on the bottom, strokes five through ten were concentrated on the bottm part of the bottom, right were you sit. The final stroke cut diagionally across all the rest. David felt he could take no more, bee stings, burns you name it, nothing could have made his butt feel worse than it did right now.
"Alright David, what do you have to say?"
"I'm sorry Sir, please forgive me?"
"Well thats a start, but while you are done for tonight, your punishement is not over by a long shot. I want you to remenber that I am doing this because I love you and because it is for your own good. To help you remenber that from now on you are going to have to ask for your spankings when you know you are due for one and thank me for them afterwards, is that clear?"
"Yes Sir, thank you for switching me tonight" David could not belive he was uttering the words, but what choice did he have?
"OK, now go to bed, and remenber, I want to see you downstairs promptly at 7AM. I want you to think hard about the decision you have tomorrow morning, make it a good one"
David turned and limped inside, god he thought, I have another spanking tomorrow morning ... and I have to pick what he will spank me with then...
To be continued