My name is Kyle Johannson. I live with my mother and father, and my kid brother, Peter, who is 6 years younger. My Dad is an accountant, and my Mom is a homemaker. Years ago, my mother used to smoke, but my father never did. His father, my grandfather, had smoked a pipe, and died from throat cancer; and my Dads brother, my uncle, died of lung cancer from smoking cigarettes. My Dad made it clear that he did not want his kids to smoke.
When I was 12, he told me straight out that he didnt want me to smoke. "Its bad for you, harms your health, can kill you, really – and besides all that its an expensive, stinking habit. If I ever catch you smoking, I will take you over my knee, and give you such a good, long, sound spanking till your bottom is as red hot as the burning end of a cigarette, and it will hurt, you can count on it. I mean it, Kyle, so you better listen if you know whats good for you."
I responded readily, "Its okay, Dad, I wont smoke. You dont need to worry."
"Im not worrying, Kyle, but I do mean for you to avoid smoking. So, youd better believe me, this is not an empty threat. I mean it. You had better not smoke. If I catch you smoking, you can plan on getting your backside tanned with a good, long, spanking till it is red as a beet."
By the time I was 16½, though, I had forgotten my fathers threat. There was a lot of peer pressure and my friends smoked. They offered me cigarettes and gave me plenty, and I gave in to the pressure and temptation, and started smoking with them, even though it was not a lot. That went on for the rest of my junior year, and into part of my senior year, after I turned 17.
One Friday afternoon, in December, I got caught, along with a couple of my friends, smoking in the boys restroom at school. The principal brought us all in and suspended us for 3 days. He also called our parents and notified them. He called my father at his office and told him what had happened.
My Dad was livid and told the principal, "I am going to blister that boys rearend till its smoking." The principal replied that he agreed with him. Then he told my father that he had taken a pack of cigarettes away from me a couple of months ago, shortly after the fall semester had begun, and had warned me at that time that if I was smoking, I would be disciplined. My father was furious that this had happened, and he hadnt heard about it, and now here I was at it again.
"I gave him a warning note, and told him to tell you about it," Mr. Higgins, the principal explained to my Dad. I figured you had taken care of it, and it wouldnt happen again.
"No, sir, Mr. Higgins. I never knew anything about it. Kyle didnt tell me about it, or show me the note. If he had, hedve been walking funny and not sitting down for a while, I assure you of that."
"Well, Im glad to know that youre the kind of parent who cares about his son, and wont let him get away with things like this, Mr. Johannson. Too many kids are let go, today, with no consequences, and no accountability."
"You can count on it, Mr. Higgins. When he gets home he is definitely going to get his bottom heated up real hot. And for doing it before, and hiding it from me, hell get another one tomorrow night, too."
"Sounds like youre going to get to the bottom of Kyles misbehavior, sir."
"You bet I will, Mr. Higgins. But, by the way, if he gets into any more trouble – breaks the rules, disobeys, is disrespectful, or any kind of bad behavior – you have my permission and urging to take him over your knee and administer a good, hard, and long spanking to him right there, on the spot, at that time it happens. After that, when he gets home, hell be facing far worse."
"Are you sure, Mr. Johannson?"
"Dyou want me to put it in writing?"
"Yes, sir. That would help. That way thered be no question."
"Itll be delivered to your office this afternoon, Mr. Higgins. I want that boy dealt with immediately, if he even dares to act up or get out of line. And I want an immediate report as well."
"Yes, sir. You got it."
My father called my mother at home and told her he wanted her to go to school and pick me up and bring me home. He told her what happened, and said she should tell me to wait for him until he gets home that evening. I was still sitting in the office, when my Mom came in. I was surprised to see her at school, since I had driven my own car to school. She told me Dad had called and told her to pick me up. I couldnt – didnt dare – object, since the school would only release me to her. Mr. Higgins stood towering over me, as I simply asked, "but what about my car, Mom?"
"Dad said hed get it," she answered me.
"But, Mom, I can drive it home myself," I began.
She cut me off. "Dad said for me to pick you up, and take you home, and youre supposed to wait for him there," she replied.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. Higgins smirking. Whats going on?! I though to myself.
On the way home, my mother told me, "When your father gets home, he is going to deal with you for getting suspended, and for smoking."
"But, Mom," I broke my own reverie, "you cant be upset with me. You used to smoke. Dad knows that, and Im almost an adult. I can make my own choice about that."
"What has your father told you, Kyle?"
Immediately, I started thinking, and remembering his warning to me a long time ago. Oh, no, I am not going to be spanked by my father. The thought was so horrible, and alarming, and humiliating, and embarrassing, and degrading. No way. Im 17, and a senior. Hell probably chew me out, and ground me for a week or so.
When we got home, as I was getting out of her car, my mother told me to go up to my room and wait for my Dad. I was fuming, but also a little worried and afraid. I laid down on my bed, feeling really miserable, and fell asleep until nearly 6 p. m.
My father came home and spoke with my mother. Then he strode deliberately up the stairs, walked down the hall, opened the door to my room, and walked in. I was sleeping and didnt hear him.
WHAUMPWHAUMPWHAUMPWHAUMPWHAUMPWHAUMPWHAUMP!
I was abruptly startled awake by a series of hard swats to the seat of my jeans. I rolled over swiftly to get away from the swatting, only to face my Dad.
"Didnt I warn you about smoking, Kyle? You know I did. What did I tell you would happen if you were caught smoking?"
The sleepiness was frantically fleeing, as I tried to gain words to answer my father. "Ah, Dad, ah, er, sir, ah, you said, ah, not to, ah, cause youd, ah, spank me if I did." I hated even saying the words.
"Well, then, young man, what have you got to say for yourself? I learned today that this isnt the first time youve been confronted at school about smoking, is it?"
"N-no, ah, it isnt, Dad, but, its not, ah, like it looks. I mean, all my friends smoke, and theres a lot of peer pressure to smoke. Besides, they werent mine. They were my friends. They gave em to me, and I guess I couldnt resist. Maybe I should have, but I dont do it very often, or very much," I was trying desperately to excuse myself.
"I dont believe you, Kyle. I think youre making up stories in a hurry to try to avoid getting the punishment thats coming to you. But it doesnt matter, cause youre getting what was promised, and what youve earned for yourself, young man."
My Dad had in his hand a small, old, wooden hair brush. When I saw that, it was plain what he was planning to do. Frantically, I began pleading, "Dad, dont spank me. Please. Ill stop, and I wont do it again – ever. I promise. Please, Dad. Please. Dont spank me. It hurts so bad, and besides Im too old to be spanked. Im 17, and a senior."
"You are not too old to be spanked by your father, Kyle. You can forget about that idea. As long as you live in my house, whenever you disobey, you can expect to be punished with a good, sound spanking. Its good for you, Kyle, cause it works. It gets your attention, teaches you a lesson, and gets you back in line right away."
My fear and desperation were overriding my pride, and I was pleading again. "No, Dad, it isnt necessary. Please, dad, dont spank me. Ill learn my lesson. Ill shape up. Ill listen to you, Dad. Ill do what you say. Please. I wont do it again – ever. Never. Please, Dad."
"Its way too late for that, Kyle. Youre getting one tonight for smoking, after I told you not to, and what would happen. Youre getting another one tomorrow night for getting yourself suspended from school for deliberately disobeying me and the school. Then, next Friday, night, youre getting another one for getting caught a few months ago with cigarettes, and hiding it from me. On top of that, Im taking your keys. Youre grounded for two months."
Oh, no! How bad can it get?! I cant stand it. "Why dont you just give me capital punishment and execute me?!" I blurted out, brashly.
"Listen, carefully to me, you overgrown little brat. You have just earned yourself another spanking next Saturday night, too. Do you want to try for 5?! You are going to learn, Kyle. It just might have to be the most painful way possible. Thats all."
I groaned, but shut my mouth and kept silent. Dad sat down on my old desk chair, and called me over to him. "Get your pants down, young man," he ordered.
I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my zipper, and let my pants fall down to my knees. Before I could do anything more, he reached up and hauled me across his knees. I began to wiggle around on his lap. SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK! SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK! SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK!
Whew! Wow! His big, hard hand delivered a staccato series of swats to the upended seat of my boxers. I grunted and groaned and exhaled from the force and sting of the machine-like, hand-swats. Before I could say anything, he reached over and pulled the waistband of my boxers, yanking them down over my hips and buttocks, down my thighs, to gather with my pants around my knees.
"Nooooo, Daaaad!" I exploded, so embarrassed and humiliated about being spanked on my bare bottom like a little boy.
He placed his left arm and hand across my back to hold me down. Then, he picked up the hairbrush and began spanking my chunky, pink, warmed-up, sore, bottom over and over with it. He alternated left cheek. then right cheek, legs and thighs, inner cheeks, inner thighs. I was bucking and bouncing up and down on his lap as he battered my bare, vulnerable rearend.
It hurt more than I had remembered or imagined. I was in misery from the scorching pain, and the added disgrace of being spanked by my Dad like this at 17.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
"Ouch! Oww! Stop! Oooo, ow! Stop! It hurts so much! Ooo-uh-ouch! Ow! Ow! Im sorry, Im sorry! I wont do it again! Oooo-ow! Ow! Oww! Please stop, Dad! Please! Oooo-ow! Ouch! Oww! Oooo-ow! Please! Im sorry! Im sorry! Ow-ow-oww!"
"Youre going to be sorry, young man, and a lot sorrier after all the whippings youve got coming and after Im finished with you."
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! .. .
He continued to spank my 17-year-old, smoldering, bare bottom over his lap with that hairbrush for maybe 20 or 25 minutes. The humiliation mounted, but was overcome by the escalating pain and torment to my backside.
All the while, he lectured me about the ills of smoking, the ills of getting suspended, the ills of breaking rules, the ills of lying, and the ills of defiance and disobedience. I was kicking and wrenching around all over his lap, as he blistered my burning behind with that hairbrush.
WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK! WHACKWHACKWHACK!
He accelerated and intensified the pummeling of my bare bottom and thighs, making them even sorer and redder. It hurt so bad I started to shout and holler for him to stop.
"Noooo, uh, moooor, Dad! Pleeeez! Stopit! Oooo-uh-ow! Ouch-uh! Oww! Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow! Illbegood! Illbegood! Please, oh, pleeeez! Dad! Dad! Ill listen to you! I will! Ill be good! Oooo-uh-ow-ow-owww! Oooo-uh-uh-yeeeow! Ill, uh, never, uh, d-dooo, uh, it, uh-uh-gaaaain! Stop! Oooo-uh-uh-stopit! Stopit!"
Dad did not even slow up. He just continued to pound the inferno that my rearend had turned into with that blazing hairbrush. I was kicking my legs furiously in reaction to each, new, searing smack of the brush. I was also nearing the edge of my determination and resistance, as tears welled up from deep within me, pushing their way to my eyes. I felt so embarrassed, humiliated, degraded, and ashamed at this, but the pain transcended those feelings. I squinted my eyes, my mouth gushed open with an outburst, and I began shaking and crying.
"Aaugh-uh-aw-uh-aaaa! D-dont dooooit-uh-aneee-uh-moooor! Oooo-uh-waaa! Puh-leeez, Dad! Ooo-uh-waaaa! Uh-huh-uh-aw-uh-waaaaa! Pleeeez stop! Oooo-uh! Uh-uh-nggguh-waaaa! Daaad! Daaad! Huh-uh-waaa-uh-uh! Dadeeeeeee! Uh-waaa!"
Nothing deterred my father from delivering the punishment and lesson that he had promised, and intended. I shrieked and wailed, then collapsed into sobbing and lurching back and forth across his lap. Still he continued spanking my fiery hot, aching butt. When he finally finished, I was lying dangling over his knees, tears streaking down my face and from my nose and mouth, unable to speak for my gagging, choking sobs.
Roughly, he pulled me up off his lap and ordered me to go and stand in the corner for a while, with my hands on my head. I waddled quickly over to the corner, with my jeans and boxers now at my ankles, and stood there leaning my face into the corner. My bare bottom, red and in agony, I was totally humiliated and mortified. He sat there just for about 20 minutes, watching me sob and sob, leaning into the corner. Then he told me to pull my pants back up and get dressed. As painful as it was, I did so at once. My eyes and face were reddened, streaked with tears, my hair disheveled.
"Im not even going to ask you if youre sorry, yet, Kyle. A week from tomorrow night, after youve gotten your fourth blistering, well see if you have really learned anything. In the meanwhile, behave yourself, or you may add to the count. Im not kidding. Theres no more slack for you, young man. You have no choice, but to shape up, or get used to not being able to sit. Understand me?"
"Gggh-uh-yesss, sir," I replied through my tears. And I did not smoke again the rest of high school or in college either.