Bradley sat nervously in the hall outside the office and waited for the principal to call him in. He had gotten caught skipping class and smoking in the bathroom and been sent her to be dealt with by the principal. He nervously paced the floor and waited, wanting to at least get this over with. His bigger concern was what was going to happen when his dad got him home and dealt with him.
The principal, Mr. Martin, poked his head out of the office, and motioned for Bradley, "Come on in Bradley and have a seat, young man." He led Bradley into the office and to a chair and had him sit down. Then he went to his own chair behind the desk and sat down and stared sternly at Bradley, "I know why you are in here, but I want to hear it from you, young man."
"I was smoking in the bathroom and skipping class sir," Bradley said, his head bowed and he not making eye contact with the principal.
"Good. At least you are honest with me Bradley. And I do appreciate that. Now, you know that smoking is a very serious offence, dont you? And so is skipping class."
"Yes sir," Bradley said meekly, "I know that sir. And I am sorry for doing it. I am not sure what made me do it, but I did it anyway."
"Good, I am glad you are aware of the seriousness of your transgressions and are showing some remorse for what you did, young man. Now, I have thought about this for a while and I have decided your punishment young man. Are you ready to hear what it is?"
"Yes sir," Bradley nodded, knowing it was going to be bad, but ready to hear what it was and get it through with, "You can tell me the bad news right now, sir."
Mr. Martin wrote something on a piece of paper and looked at Joey, "Ok, your punishment from me will be twofold, OK?"
"Yes sir," Bradley nods.
"First off, you will go home as soon as we are done here today and be suspended for 5 days," Mr. Martin informs him.
"FIVE DAYS? My dad is going to make those five days a living hell," Joey exclaims, "Cant you make it less?"
"Im sorry Bradley, but I cant. 5 days is actually a tad lenient for your offenses," Mr. Martin says.
Bradley just lowers his head, "Yes sir Mr. Martin."
"Good," Mr. Martin tells him, "And the second part of your punishment is you will bare your bottom and bend over for 15 swats from my paddle."
"15? That is going to hurt so badly. Ok sir, I will do it," Bradley says.
"Alright, stand up, bare your bottom, and bend over grabbing your ankles, young man," Mr. Martin orders Joey.
"Yes sir," Bradley says and lowers his jeans and undies to his ankles then bends over as told. He braces himself as he sees Mr. Martin pull the paddle out of his desk. He grits his teeth and waits for the first swat.
CRACK! "Tell me why you are getting this paddling Bradley," Mr. Martin says.
"OWEE!! For s-smoking and s-skipping class, s-sir," Bradley says.
"Thats correct," Mr. Martin replies.
CRACK!
OWEE!!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
OWEE! AIIEEE! OWEE!!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
AIIIEEE!! OWEEE!! OWEEE!! AIIEEEE!!
CRACK! CRACK!
OWEE!!
AIIEEEE!!
CRACK!!
AIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!
CRACK!!
OWEEEEE!!!
Mr. Martin brought the paddle back really far and brought it crashing down very hard onto Bradleys bare bottom.
CRRRRRRRRRRRACK!!
AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
He lays the paddle down and Bradley jumps up and rubs his bottom. He is crying and his bottom is sore, very sore. Principal Martin goes over and hugs him and ruffles his hair, "You took that very well. Hopefully youve learned your lesson. Now you know what I have to do, dont you?"
"C-Call my dad to come pick me up, right?" Bradley sniffed. He knew his dad was going to be pissed and wasnt looking forward to the call, but he knew he had no choice. "You may call him when youre ready."
"Thank you Bradley," Principal Martin said, and dialed Mr. Hefties phone number at work.
"Atermis Publishing. Computer And Technical Services Department, this is Mr. Heftie, how may I help you?" Mr. Heftie answered the phone with the official greeting.
"Mr. Heftie, this is Isaac Martin, principal of your oldest sons school," Principal Martin began.
Mr. Heftie groaned, "What did he do? And I hope if it was bad enough, you paddled his butt."
Mr. Martin chuckled, "Yes, it was. He was caught skipping class and smoking in the bathroom. He got 15 swats of the paddle on the bare and is suspended for 5 days."
"I guess that means I need to come pick his little butt up, doesnt it?" Dad asked, "And can you put him on the phone?"
"Yes it does Mr. Heftie. He needs to be picked up as soon as possible," Mr. Martin replied, putting on the speaker phone, "Ok, the speaker phone is on sir."
"BRADLEY TYLER!" Mr. Heftie yelled, causing Bradley to jump and then let out a small "OW" as his bottom touched the seat.
"Yes daddy?" Bradley said, very nervous, as his dad seemed very upset and very disappointed.
"Bradley, as I recall we talked about smoking before and here you are, not only smoking again, but smoking AT SCHOOL. And you skipped class? You know I see going to class as very important. Why did you do this Bradley? What were you thinking?" Dad asked.
"I-I dont know dad. I just wanted a cigarette and I couldnt wait till later. And I was mad at the teacher whose class I skipped. She jumped all over me just for saying 2 words to a friend who needed some help with his work. So I went ahead and skipped the class. I dont suppose I was really thinking too much. I just decided to do what I did and went ahead and did so," Bradley replied softly to his dad.
"Well young man, you clearly werent thinking at all and you decided to do something thats going to get you some serious punishment at home. I havent decided on all of it, but trust me, you arent going to like it. Now, I will be there as soon as I can get there. Until I do, I want you to stand in the corner, bare bottom, and think about your actions, understand me?" Dad lectures him.
"But daddy...." Bradley gets cut off by his dad.
"No buts Bradley. Except that naughty one of yours which is going to be quite sore this evening. Now do as I say," Dad commands.
Bradley drops his pants and undies and goes to the corner and stands there, as Mr. Martin thanks his dad and hangs up. Bradley had been standing there for about 15 minutes when the door burst open and the schools prettiest teacher, the English teacher, Ms. Stevenson, who Bradley has a crush on, walked in. Bradley was mortified and completely embarrassed when he realized who it was and his face was a deep red.
"Well, hi there Bradley. In trouble, I see?" Ms. Stevenson remarked. Bradley just stood there staring at the wall and not saying anything.
"Bradley, we dont ignore people when they talk to us. Do you want me to tell your father you were being rude to a teacher? If you dont, then answer her or I will," Principal Martin sternly commanded.
"Yes sir," Bradley said, then to Ms. Stevenson, "Yes maam, I skipped class and was smoking in the boys room."
"BRADLEY! I cant believe you would do something like that. Youre one of my best students and to do something like that, it astounds me," Ms. Stevenson said.
"Im sorry. I know it was wrong of me and I am ashamed to have done it," Bradley was ashamed and mortified in front of the teacher he had a crush on and her disappointment was killing him even more.
"Well, I just came in to make sure the teachers meeting was still on for today," Ms. Stevenson told Principal Martin.
"Yes it is Ms. Stevenson. Here is a list of the topics we need to cover," Principal Martin confirmed.
"Thank you," Ms. Stevenson smiled, "I will see you then. And you behave Bradley and think about your actions and how wrong they are."
"Yes maam," Bradley acknowledged her as she left the room. He remained in the corner, fidgeting and bored for another 30 minutes before the door banged open. This time it was his dad who came in and shook hands with the principal. He walked over to Bradley and put a hand on his shoulder.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
OW! OW! OW! OW! OW!
"Consider that a teeny tiny taste of whats to come young man," Dad said, "Now get dressed, get your stuff, thank Principal Martin, and get your fanny to the car."
Bradley obeyed, got dressed, picked up his backpack, shook Mr. Martins hand and thanked him and then headed out to the car. He got in and waited for his dad to come out, feeling like a prisoner being led to his doom.
Dad shook hands with Principal Martin and apologized to him, then headed out to the car, got in, and drove off towards home, "Bradley, I am very disappointed in you and your actions today. You knew better than to do what you did and you still did them. You smoked AGAIN. And this after the other day when I caught you with them and dealt with you for them. And not only that, BUT you smoked at school. AT SCHOOL!! What the hell has gotten into you lately? Im trying to be nice to you and not be too strict, but it doesnt seem to be working. And you skipped a class, simply because you were mad a teacher. That is NO excuse."
Bradley sighs, "Im sorry daddy. I know I screwed up big time and I know I didnt think through my actions and I am sorry. And I know I disappointed you and upset you greatly. So can you spare the stupid _f_u_c_k_ing lecture?"
"BRADLEY! You will not talk to me that way and you will not use that language," Dad says, rather crossly, "Obviously you need some serious punishment this time around and I intend to make sure you get it. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"
"Yes dad," Bradley says, "You are perfectly clear."
"Good, now I want you to sit there and think long and hard about your actions and why they were wrong and I am going to think up some punishments for you, young man," Dad told him. They drove to the house in silence, pulled up, and dad sent Bradley inside and had him sit on the sofa. He went and cut a switch and walked inside and set it down on the table.
Bradley sat there and stared at the ceiling, but to be honest he was getting a little bit scared and nervous about the impending punishment, "Dad? Did you decide on my punishment yet?"
"Yes son, I have," was Dads answer. "First off, stand up and strip completely. You will remain naked until you return to school. Secondly, you are grounded – no TV, no radio, no going out – for the duration of your suspension from school. You will spend your time studying for your classes and doing chores around the house. Luckily, I have vacation time and can use it. But since Im taking it to make sure you stick to your punishment, its going to be that much harder on you. You will also write 500 times "I will not smoke" and 500 times, "I will not skip class". And you will do 2 hours of corner time tonight and an hour every day till you go back to school. And lastly, you are going to be spanked right now and spanked very hard and very, very soundly. Do you understand your punishment as I have laid them out to you?"
Brad gulped. Dad was coming down hard and this was going to be one miserable week for him. But he nodded and looked up at his dad, "Yes dad, I understand." He stood up and stripped off his clothes and folded them neatly, like his dad would want him to, and stood and stared at his dad.
"Bradley, I am going to start with my hand, then use a couple more things on you. Remember the rules: dont cover, no trying to get away. But you may kick and scream and cry all you want," Dad set the switch on the sofa and walked around to the front of it and sat down. He gently pulled Bradley over his lap and positioned him, then rubbed his back and bottom for a second, "Tell me one more time what this spanking is for young man."
"For smoking at school and for skipping class. And I guess in part because of my disrespect to you in the car and my language," Bradley admits all of his transgressions.
Dad nods his head, "Thats correct Bradley. Remember, this will hurt, but dad loves you always."
Bradley just nods and prepares himself for the spanking to start.
Dad finally lifts up his hand, aims, and brings it down nearly as hard as he can onto Bradleys – for now – white bottom.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"OWEEEEEEEEE!! AIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!! IT HURRRTTTTTSS!!" Bradley cried.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Bradley was kicking and tears were pouring out of his eyes.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK
By now Bradley was crying hard and his bare bottom was rather sore, and Bradley knew there was still more to come.... lots more.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK
Dad stopped the hand spanking and let Bradley calm down some, then ordered, "Stand up, then lay on your back on the sofa and pull your legs up to you."
"DADDY! PLEASE!! NO!! THATS EMBARASSING!!" Bradley protested.
"I know it is Bradley and I am sorry, but you need to be taken down a peg or three and I intend to see that you do. Now do as I said," Dad sternly commanded.
Bradley sniffed and then slowly lowered himself to the sofa on his back and pulled his legs in towards him. Dad picked up the switch, tapped against Bradleys bottom a couple of times, and then brought it back and lashed it down hard onto Bradleys bare bottom.
THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! Bradley was screeching now and in tremendous pain and his bottom was becoming very red and very sore, but dad continued.
THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP! THWIP!
Bradley was bawling and his bottom was very tender and he just laid there crying and hiccupping.
"Ok Bradley, I want you to stand up and place your hands on your head. I am going to take a 15 minute break and then continue your spanking, alright?" Dad tells him.
"Yes dad," Bradley sobs as he gets to his feet and places his hands on his head. He stands there, his bottom very sore and waits patiently for the time to be up. He watches as his dad puts some rock salt down in the corner and wonders what it is for. Soon, too soon, the 15 minutes is up and Brad awaits the next instruction.
Dad pulls a chair into the center of the room and faces its back to Bradleys back, "Ok Bradley. I think you know what to do, so lets do it and get this over with."
Bradley sobs, knowing whats coming, and turns and bends over the back of the chair. He hears the familiar sound of dad pulling his belt off and then waits. Dad doubles the belt up, brings it back and swings it hard into Bradleys already sore bottom.
CRACK!
AIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
CRACK! CRACK!
AIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!! OWEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK! CRACK!!
AIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!! OWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! AIEEEEEEEEE!!
CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK! CRACK!!
AIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! OWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! AIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!! AIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!
CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!!
AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! YEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!! AIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
Dad sets the belt down and leaves Bradley lying there and lets him calm down. He takes a 25-minute break this time then comes back with the paddle. "Stand up Bradley, and then bend over and grab your ankles."
"PLEASE!! NO MORE!!" Bradley sobs, "PLEASE!!"
"Bradley! Do as I say!" Dad commands.
Bradley obeys and gets up then bends over and grabs his ankles. Dad brings the paddle back and slams it down hard onto Bradleys bare bottom.
POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!
Bradley was bawling and completely defeated and his bottom was bright to dark red. He was exhausted and didnt even bother to get up and rub. Dad came over and hugged him tightly to him and cuddled and rocked him.
"I-I love you daddy," Bradley sobbed, "Im so sorry."
"I know you are Bradley," Dad said. He has him kneel on the salt for 5 minutes before letting him stand. "Next time it will be 15 minutes kneeling on it, understand?"
"Yes daddy," Bradley said. He let himself be led to the corner for the rest of his corner time and as he stood there he thought of the punishment he still had coming and vowed never to smoke again, especially not at school. And never to skip, either. He also realized he wasnt mad at his daddy, and in fact loved him even more than he realized. He sobbed for a while, standing against the wall, and then calmed down. Finally, after what seemed forever, but was only 2 hours after the spanking, dad realized him, hugged him gently and then let him lay on the sofa face down.
"I wonder where your brother is. If he is out with friends and didnt check in, hes in big trouble," Dad said grimly, then softly asked Brad, "What would you like for supper, my sweet baby boy?"