################################################################################ In 1997, I posted a series of true-life stories that got a lot of very positive e-mail response from readers of this site. I never finished the series, until now. In reviewing these original submissions, I have edited these stories and now repost them with typo corrections, etc. These repostings will be done every couple of days, and the series completed with new stories. This series begins when I was 11, and ends a year ago, with the stories posted chronologically. Enjoy! ################################################################################
In the early summer, before summer camp, of my 12th year, my little brother Bill and I clashed often, over his not doing the farm and lawn chores assigned to both of us. I had been paddled too many times by our Dad to keep putting up with his laziness. Our Mom put up with it, and used the line "if you really loved me, you wouldn't argue with me about your brother's work...". My Dad on the other hand began to realize that my gripe was for real. He had sternly warned Bill, just before he left on a business trip.
We had been assigned to weed out the berry vine field. A job both of us detested. Mid-afternoon I really started in on Bill. I ordered him to accompany me to the tool shed. He did so. When we both got inside, I shut the door, since it was within 100 feet of the main house's back door.
"Bill, I am going to tell Dad tomorrow just what a screw up you are...in precise detail." Bill's response was to beg me not to...since he knew he was going to be paddled on his 10 year old bare butt, if Dad believed me. He also was real scared that Dad would believe me.
"Bill, you know he is going to paddle your bare butt. I won't tell him, if you agree to settle this problem between us, without telling him or Mom." He asked me what he had to do.
"First, you have to promise me that you won't screw off whenever we are assigned a chore. Second, you have to agree to take a punishment spanking from me right now." This did not set well with him at all. He of course agreed to the first with all kinds of promises. The second he just didn't want to do.
"Fine, Dad will make you promise the same thing just before you strip naked and bend over his knee for a paddling." That really set him off. He asked me how I was going to spank him.
"Simple. I am going to spank you with this garden hoe." (This was short, 10" long, with a 6" handle and a 4" blade. The blade was straight with the handle, not right angled, like most hoes.) He complained that it would hurt, and asked to keep his pants on.
"Bill, I get paddled on my bare butt all the time. I won't spank you on the bare, but I will spank you on your underwear." He agreed to that.
"OK Bill, drop your shorts and bend over my knees." He started to get tears in his eyes as he slowly unbuttoned his shorts and then unzipped them. He slid them down and I motioned for him to take them off. He did, dropping them on the floor. He stood there in his T-shirt, white cotton boys briefs, socks & tennis shoes.
I grabbed his wrist and pulled him over my lap. His underpants were the style that was so popular in the 50s, 60s & 70s, with a double fabric seat. It gave me a tight white target, stretched across his bubble butt. I told him that I was first going to hand spank him 10 times and then spank him with the hoe 10 times.
My hand swats got little reaction, until the end, when the seat of his briefs started creasing with the flinching of his buns after each swat. The swats with the hoe were a different matter entirely.
The first swat got an immediate yelp. It flattened both butt cheeks. The rest of the spanking sent his legs kicking and his underpants creasing. He didn't actually cry, because I didn't want our Mom to notice any tears...so I was careful in my swat's force. When it was over, he got up, quickly rubbing his backside. No sooner than he started rubbing, I heard our Mom.
"Come on in boys. We are going in town tonight to eat and shop. You both need to take a bath." I stuck my head out the door, spotting her on the back porch. Bill quickly put on his shorts and we headed for the house, and Mom went back into the kitchen.
I went first through the back door. When Mom spotted Bill's teary eyes, she jumped both of us, wanting to know why Bill was crying...and whether or not we had been fighting again. We both tried to make excuses, but she didn't buy any of it.
"Jason, you take your bath first. I'm going to find out from your little brother just what is going on", with a look on her face that scared me.
I finished my bath and went to my bedroom and started to get dressed by putting on my white cotton briefs. No sooner than I had them pulled up, Mom & Bill walked in with the paddle.
She informed me that she and Bill had gone out to the tool shed to inspect what I had spanked him with and why I had spanked him. She then lectured me about never spanking my brother again. Then she sat down on a chair and told me to bend over. I tried in vain to argue my side of the story, but she kept coming back to the same threat.
"Do you want me to let your Dad paddle you when he gets back in town tomorrow?" Of course I didn't.
"Then take of your underpants and bend over." This caused a new argument from me, since I had negotiated 'an-underpants-only' spanking system from my Dad. That didn't matter to her. Since I had moved close to the chair, she simply reached out and pulled me over her lap. Then she really embarrassed me.
"Bill, since your brother didn't do what I told him to do, he is going to get a longer spanking. Be a good brother and pull off his underpants." Bill stood by my ankles and took both hands in the back of my briefs and yanked them down with hard tugging motions, until he had them off.
Mom then laid into my bare butt with the paddle...and hard. I started crying and kicking after about 10 swats and she continued on for another 50. When she was done I jumped up, rubbing my butt...crying my eyes out in front of my little brother and her. She then gave me an ominous warning.
"Your birthday is next week. I won't tell your Dad if you don't misbehave between now and your birthday." I was straight and narrow for the next five days. My Dad came home from his trip and announced that he was delaying his next trip until after my birthday. Then he asked if we had been good boys and minded our Mom.
"Of course Dad. We haven't done anything", I said out of earshot of Mom; hoping like hell she hadn't told him about my spanking.
My 13th birthday was great. Only my grandfather, uncle and sister saw fit to give me a "birthday spanking" since I was now a teenager, "a whole 13." Bill acted like he wanted to...but I gave him a look that changed his mind.
About a week later my Dad came back from his next trip. After my Mom went to the grocery store, he called Bill and me into his den. He told me to go to my bedroom and strip to my underpants since I had lied to him. He would be up shortly after talking to Bill. I knew that he had found out about my spanking!
I went to my room and stripped to my briefs. I went over the mirror and pulled them down in back to see if there was any insect bite or something that could keep him from spanking me. Both cheeks were white, but not as white as the color of my briefs as I pulled them back up. I laid face down I my bed until I heard my Dad come up the stairs...and it sounded like Bill was with him.
They both came into my bedroom, Bill was holding the paddle. My Dad sat down on the chair and told me to immediately bend over. I did so as quickly as possible. (My agreement with him was that I got to keep my underpants on during the spanking if I immediately bent over and I hadn't lied to him.) He then started to lecture me.
"Jason, you lied to me just before your birthday. Not only that, you lied about something that I would have really paddled you hard for. You don't ever hit your brother and you never, I mean never, spank him. Do you understand?" With that he gave me two hard swats on my butt that jarred me with their force.
"Not only that, Bill tells me that you wouldn't let him give you a 'birthday spanking', even though you let your sister do it. Because of that and the fact you spanked Bill, he gets to spank you first. 20 swats on your underpants for his spanking and 13 on the bare for your birthday spanking."
With that, my Dad placed his left hand on my neck and his right in the small of my back. Bill was left handed, so he took a position that lined him up for my paddling. And paddle he did.
His left handed swats didn't hurt as much as Mom's, nor anywhere close to Dad's, but by 15, I was crying and kicking as he really put more and more into each swat. At 20 swats I was blubbering, promising the world. My Dad's response was to pull down my underpants to my knees. They didn't stay there for long.
Bill then paddled me thirteen times. After each swat he counted out the swat, taking his sweet time about paddling my bare butt. By the 5th swat I sent my briefs flying. After the thirteenth swat I was again promising to be the best son known to planet Earth. My Dad let me lay there over his knee, while he and Bill watched me cry and squirm.
"Jason, now I am going to paddle you on the bare for lying to me." I could see Bill give him the paddle. I then got the worst bare butt paddling from my Dad that I had ever gotten....all in front of Bill. I yelled so much, that after 10 swats my Dad had Bill retrieve my underpants and stick them in my mouth. After over 100 swats he stopped and I rolled off his lap, landing on my side.
I rubbed my buns and cried in front of both of them. My Dad got up and left the room. My brother sat down on the bed and watched me finish crying. It was the last time I spanked Bill...but there were times when he got it because he deserved it, because my Dad believed me...and not him. Today, his thriving dental practice is rated in the top 10% in the country.
################################################################################ This story is true, just certain names have been modified. I travel in my own business, and have the freedom to safely satisfy the spanking needs of interested readers. ################################################################################