High School Trouble--Part 2


by Boy Spanker <Spanker@looksmart.com>

For the next week, Ben wondered how he could bring up Mr. Fredericks' offer with his dad. It seemed so strange to tell him that last year's disciplinarian was willing to spank him again. Several times opportunities started to arise—and several times Ben decided to wait. Fate finally forced his hand.

"Ben. Come here!" It was Saturday morning and Ben could tell that his dad was not in a good mood. In fact, that particular tone only had one meaning.

"What is it?" Ben had a sinking feeling he knew exactly what it was—but he also figured there was no reason to admit to something if his dad was mad about something else entirely.

Ben's dad was in the living room and as the teen entered the room he saw that his dad had piece of paper in his hand—and the envelope next to it had the high school crest.

"Oh, _s_h_i_t_," Ben thought, "he's found out."

"According to your high school, you have been truant five times. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I can explain," Ben blurted out—then realized that he could not. His father looked at him quizzically.

"One, I could understand. But five? This explanation better be good!"

Ben gulped. When his dad got like this, he knew that he would only make matters worse if he tried to make an excuse and didn't succeed. He decided that honesty was the best policy.

"It's just that it's boring and I don't have any friends there. I'm trying hard, honest." Ben knew that he sounded like he was whining, but it was better than saying he'd rather be at the dentist having his teeth drilled without novocaine than be at school.

Ben knew he was trapped. Mr. Fredericks had already spanked him for this. But the youth had not told his dad or asked him about accepting Mr. Fredericks' proposal. He knew he had absolutely no chance of avoiding a second spanking for the very same offense.

"That is absolutely no excuse, young man." There was cold fury in Ben's father's voice. "Get into the bedroom and get ready for a spanking."

Ben went into his bedroom so that he could get ready. He knew from painful experience exactly what this meant. He slowly undressed, all the way down to his shiny, silk boxers. His plump, round bottom would be a very tempting target. The boy sat on his bed and miserably waited.

Finally, his dad came in, still looking angry, carrying a slipper.

"Get yourself into position and stick out your bottom. I am going to spank it hard."

Ben knew exactly what it meant when he was told to get "into position." He carefully took two pillows and put them on the end of the bed, then he laid himself across them, so his butt stood out and his feet were slightly off the floor. His butt was stretched tight against his silk boxers and stuck out—making an inviting target as the highest point on the young teen's body.

Ben's dad looked down on his son's smooth buttocks, protected by only a thin piece of cloth. He raised the slipper. SMACK!! The slipper fell against Ben's right butt cheek. SMACK!! The slipper landed against the left. SMACK!! SMACK!! The man methodically alternated between each side of the teen's buttocks.

The boy jerked. SMACK!! The slipper was definitely having an impact. SMACK!! Unlike a paddle, it would mold itself around Ben's butt. SMACK!! And every time it landed, it added fresh pain. SMACK!! Ben gasped in pain, wishing that the spanking would end but he also had a feeling that it would be a while before it did.

SMACK!! "Stick your bottom out further, Ben." SMACK!! "You've earned more for not having it in position right." SMACK!! The man aimed carefully and struck again. SMACK!!

Slowly, the teen stuck his butt out even further. SMACK!! There was no reason to make his dad even angrier than he was. SMACK!! This was so unfair. SMACK!! Two spankings for the same offense. SMACK!! Ben felt the heat in his bottom rise as the spanking continued.

Even though he tried not to, Ben started crying. SMACK!! The slipper hurt terribly every time it landed against his sore bottom. SMACK!! The slipper was much worse than Mr. Fredericks' paddle. SMACK!! The slipper was definitely worse than Mr. Fredericks' hand. SMACK!!

SMACK!!! Ben jerked as the slipper continued to land. SMACK!! From painful experience, he knew that there would be slipper shaped imprints left on his butt when this was over with. SMACK!! He knew that he would be feeling this spanking's offense for some time to come. SMACK!! Already, his buttocks felt like they were on fire.

Tears welled in Ben's eyes. SMACK!! "It hurts," he begged. SMACK!! "It hurts." SMACK!! "Please stop." SMACK!! "I can't take any more." SMACK!!

SMACK!! "You can (SMACK!!) and will (SMACK!!) take as many (SMACK!!) as I think you need." SMACK!!

The man was methodical. SMACK!! Back and forth. SMACK!! Each nice round cheek got it in turn. SMACK!! He wanted to make sure that his son learned from this spanking that cutting class was totally unacceptable.

Ben's crying grew louder. SMACK!! He couldn't help it. SMACK!! All he could was dream about the spanking ending. SMACK!! But he knew he better keep in position so things wouldn't be worse.

Finally, the man put down the slipper, his work done.

"I am so ashamed of you, Ben."

Ben just lay there crying. His buttocks were on fire. He had no idea how long it would be before he could sit or walk comfortably. He clenched and unclenched his buttocks, feeling pain every time that he did.

"Ben, what am I going to do with you?" Even though his father was only a few feet away, it seemed like the voice was coming from far away. Ben realized that he better listen to what his dad was saying.

"I don't know," he sobbed miserably. Then it struck him. This might be the very best time to bring up Mr. Fredericks' offer.

"Well think about it." The man left his crying son and walked back downstairs.

Five minutes later, when Ben walked downstairs after dressing again, his dad was busy doing bills.

"D-dad?" Ben asked hesitantly.

"What is it, son?" The man was expecting some kind of an apology or for Ben to say something about how hard the spanking was.

"We used to have fun together and do stuff. All you do now is spank me." Ben wanted his dad to feel sorry for him.

"Look, Ben, all you have to do to is behave. I have to keep you in line." Ben's dad was feeling a little annoyed. "When you behave, it is your fault."

"Last year things were so much better. When Mr. Fredericks spanked me when I was naughty in junior high, you and me didn't fight as much."

"That is true, son, but that is last year, and there is nothing we can do about it now. Besides, I'm your dad and your punishment is my responsibility. It was wrong of you last year when you tried to keep your arrangement with Mr. Fredericks from me."

"Still," Ben said, speaking quickly before he lost his nerve, "what would happen if Mr. Fredericks spanked me for the day-to-day stuff and you only had to spank me when it was real serious?" Ben hoped that he didn't sound too anxious.

"You aren't in junior high school anymore," his dad said patiently. "Mr. Fredericks is out of your life."

"Not really," Ben said. "I saw him on the street the other day and we talked." The last thing the boy wanted at this point was to tell his dad that Mr. Fredericks had spanked him only a week before.

"He asked me how high school was going and I kind of told him. That's what made me think that maybe he would be willing to help again this year."

"Let me think about it, Ben. This is a big decision."

"Oh, OK, Dad. Can I go out now?" Ben remembered he had his weekly appointment with Mr. Fredericks—note or no note.

The punishment being over, the man gave his son disinterested consent. He hoped the spanking would help Ben remember not to cut class in the future.

Ben hurried over to Mr. Fredericks' house. His butt hurt every time his legs moved and his bottom cheeks rubbed against his shorts. But it couldn't be helped. He had to keep the appointment to let his former teacher see how serious he was.

Ben nervously rang the doorbell.

"Well, hello, Ben. How are you doing?" Mr. Fredericks' voice was friendly, like he was seeing an old friend. "Right on time, I see." The man smiled at the boy.

"Um, Mr. Fredericks," Ben said. "Please don't spank me today. My dad just did and my butt is way too sore to take another one." The teen certainly hoped that the teacher would show him this much mercy. Since he knew that Mr. Fredericks was not a cruel man, just a strict one, Ben figured it was a reasonable request.

"What happened this time?" the junior high teacher asked.

"My dad found out about the skipping class and slippered me just a little while ago."

"That certainly might make you too sore to spank today. Do you have the note, Ben?" Mr. Fredericks asked.

"N-no, my dad just said he was thinking about it. But I think he will sign it."

"Well, come over here and let me have a look." Mr. Fredericks sat in a chair and Ben approached. Ben knew exactly what Mr. Fredericks wanted to look at, so he unsnapped his pants and pulled them and his underwear halfway down his thigh.

The man drew the boy over his lap. Ben was right. The boy's buttocks were scarlet, with the distinctive shoe impression of a slipper leaving angry red marks all over both of the boy's but cheeks.

"You are right, Ben, they are too sore to be spanked, but I do have something for them." Mr. Fredericks gently rubbed Ben's warm, swollen buttocks, just as he had done the previous week after spanking the boy himself.

From a side table, the man picked up some cold cream and massaged that into Ben's buttocks as well. The teacher admired the rounded beauty of the teen's bottom, which was reddish purple from its earlier spanking. The sting started to fade and the boy felt a little better. This felt nice.

After the man was done rubbing Ben's buttocks, they talked about the week. Even with the cold cream taking away the heat, Ben had a hard time sitting. Mr. Fredericks reminded Ben to bring the note next week and to watch his behavior. Otherwise, the boy's bottom would be sore again.

As Ben walked home, he thought about the teacher's words, and realized that his bottom would be sore again. His behavior just wasn't that good.


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