This story takes place about 2 and a half years after Misplaced Spanking 2, during my fictional character's sophomore year of college .......................
"Hey Tony, you headed out this weekend?" my roommate asked as he saw me throwing some things into a backpack.
"Yeah, I'm headed up to my parents' cabin to go camping with my dad and little brother. I'll be back sometime Sunday morning, probably."
"All right, see you dude".
I wwalked out to the parking lot, and before long was on the road. It was a couple months into sophomore year at college, and I really needed a break, so when my dad had called and asked me to drive up to the cabin, he didn't have to ask twice. My grandparents had owned a cabin up by the lake, and my parents inherited it when they died.
About an hour and a half later, I pulled up next to my dad's truck. my brother Greg came out of the cabin to say hello, and we talked a little about how his first year of junior high was going. He had always been a pretty good kid, so I assumed it had been going fine, which he assured me it had. I dropped off my things in the cabin, said hello to my dad, and asked my brother if he wanted to go swimming.
"Sure! I wanted to go earlier, but Dad said I should wait til you got here so you could watch me. He still thinks I'm a baby or something."
Since the cabin was pretty much in the middle of nowhere, we didn't bother with trunks, just stripped down, grabbed a towel for afterward and went skinny dipping. My little brother was a pretty cool kid, he never annoyed me the way some of my friends' siblings did. He never really got into trouble at home either, a fact which would soon lead to a painful situation for me! When we were done swimming, we went back to the cabin to get dressed. Dad had grilled some burgers, and we wolfed them down quickly.
"So how are your classes, son?" my dad asked, like parents always do.
"Pretty good, I guess. I'm hoping for dean's list again this time. The only possible problem could be Chemistry, but I'll manage."
The meal continued with light talk, and we soon had eaten everything in sight. While my dad went to the kitchen to wash dishes, my brother and I went outside. "So you're playing football this year, Greg?" I asked.
"Yeah, for the 7th grade team. I can take down anybody?"
"Really? I bet you couldn't take me down."
"Oh yeah! Just watch!" He ran at me and tried to take me down. I just stood there and pushed back a little. After letting him try for awhile, I bent down and picked him up, holding him in the air while he struggled.
"Let me go, Tony, come on! Let me go!" He yelled. I laughed and kept holding on. He kept yelling, "Let me go! Come on Tony, let me go. Stop it!". I dropped him on the ground, and still laughing, started tickling hime.
"Come on, quit! Quit it!" He protested. "Stop it, you ASSHOLE!". I quit, surprised by what he had said. I had never heard my brother use that word. Then I jumped again as I heard my dad yell from the window, "GREGORY! Get in here NOW!!"
I knew my brother was in for it. My dad did not tolerate swearing, even words like piss. My brother knew it too, and looked at me with a sick expression. He knew he was going to get spanked, most likely. We both walked in, my brother dragging his feet. And doubts about the spanking were disspelled quickly; my father had pulled the small paddle off the wall where it had been hanging for years; it had been there since my father was young and got in trouble with my grandpa. "Get your pants off and get over here, young man! You know I don't tolerate this kind of language."
"But dad...."
"But NOTHING!! It will only be worse if you don't move it!"
"Dad, come one. Please don't spank me..."
"You're getting spanked, young man! Get over here or you'll get in it the morning too."
My brother looked at me, desperate for a way out. I shrugged my shoulders and looked away; I really felt bad for him. Then suddenly, my brother, his pants already half off, looked up and said, "But dad, what about that time Tony broke the window and you spanked me for it? Didn't you say he owed me a spanking for that? Didn't you, dad, didn't you!?!"
My dad looked surprised, then frowned, then said "So I did say that, so I did." He sat down and sighed. "Well, I guess we're in a situation here, aren't we? What are we going to do about it?"
I couldn't even respond. I had forgotten entirely about that promise; it had been over two years ago. "I...I...I don't know, dad."
"Well, obviously I can't spank Greg; I do owe him that because I made a mistake and spanked him the other time. This is just going to have to be up to you. You're almost 20 years old, I won't force you to take a spanking. But your brother did take a spanking for you, it's only honorable to take one for him. But it's your choice."
"I don't know," I said again. "I...ah, heck, I don't ha ve a choice when you put it like that, dad. I owe him, and I guess it's payback time."
"This will be a real spanking, Tony. It will hurt and you will know you've been spanked for a few days when you sit down."
"Cut the speech, dad, let's just get this over with," I said as I reached towards my belt buckle.
My brother, who had been quiet til this point, started crying and put his head in his hands. I rubbed his head and told him not to worry, it was only fair. Then I finished removing my pants and kicked them away, and pulled off my shirt, standing there in my briefs. I walked over to my dad and waited. He patted his lap and gestured me to get across, which I did. I could hardly believe this was happening. I heard my brother get up to walk away, but my dad told him to stay, and he sat back down, still sniffling. Dad then picked up the paddle, and slammed it CRACK into my ass. I twitched, but stayed still. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The paddling continued, a swat every few seconds. I tried to hold still and make no noise, but before long my legs were kicking and I was grunting. CRACK CRACK CRACK! Still it continued; I wondered how long he intended it to go on. Suddenly, he began to pick up the pace. SMACK CRACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! He was firing shots hard and fast and I began to gasp with the pain. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The paddling went on and on, and I began to realize I would not be able to hold my composure very much longer.
CRACK!! CRACK!! "Dad, come one, please!" I started to beg. "Come one, it has to be enough!" CRACK!! CRACK!! "Come on stop!"
"I'll stop when I decide to, son." Dad said, then went back to CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"Uhh...Uhhh... Ouch"! CRACK CRACK!! "UHhh...Uhhh" CRAAAAACCCK!!! "_s_h_i_t_! _f_u_c_k_in' _s_h_i_t_!" The paddle stopped. Then I felt my father roll down my briefs.
"That was a mistake, Tony, " he said. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Bare ass was twice as bad and I couldn't take much more! "OUCH! UGGGH!!" CRACK!! "Ouch!! Wah...Waah.. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!" I broke out bawling, but still the spanking continued. It went on for a good 10 minutes before he finally stopped. I lay there sobbing, a mess of snot and tears.
"I hope that will be the last time for that, Tony." my dad said. I just sobbed. He picked me up and put me on the couch, and eventually I was able to hobble off to my sleeping bag outside next to my brother's"
"I'm sorry, Tony," he said as I gingerly crawled in. "I'm really sorry, I couldn't sleep. I'm sorry you got spanked."
"It's all right, buddy" I said. "We're even now"