Author's note: This is another one of my ideas.
Background: This is based on "Our House", a TV show that ran in the US during the late 80's. It was about a widow and her three children living with her father-in-law. The middle child was a boy of about 13 named David played by Chad Allen. His grandfather, Gus, was played by Wilford Brimley, known best as the spokesman for Quaker Oats. This was a very wholesome, family sort of show (which is about what you would expect from a show that came on 7PM on a Sunday). Gus was a rather gruff character - you kind of got the idea that underneath that old goat act he was a nice guy, but underneath the nice guy, he really was an old goat. Anyway, I'm sure such a man would have believed in corporal punishment, but they never showed it on the show. Too bad, really. Because if they had, it might have gone something like this:
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David Witherspoon was worried. His plans for the weekend were in jeopardy and he didn't know what to do about it. Everything had been going so well. He and his friends were due to go on a camping trip and he had been looking forward to it for weeks. Unfortunately, he had been unable to control his jubilant mood until after school. He and his friend Andrew were discussing the planned expedition a bit too loudly in math class and the teacher had written him up. That in and of itself wasn't too bad; the trouble came about because this was his fifth such offense this month and that carried with it a penalty of a weeks' detention. Even that was something David could live with. The kicker was the note that he had to carry home for a signature.
David knew his mother well enough to predict exactly how she would react upon seeing such a note; instant grounding. The fact that he had a camping trip would not sway her in the slightest; in fact she would probably just feel that the lesson would be driven home that much better. His frustration was becoming a panic as he got closer to home. He even considered hiding the note until Sunday night, but he didn't quite dare to do that. Mom would ground him for a year if he pulled a stunt like that.
Then a glimmer of an idea began to form in his mind. What if he showed the note to Grandpa? He knew if he showed it to Mom that was it. It would probably be the same thing if he gave it to Grandpa, but there was a chance, wasn't there? With the bright light of hope beginning to flare in his mind, David went inside their house.
He left his backpack by the door, noticing that neither of his sisters were home yet. That was one good thing; there was the chance that one of them would tell Mom even if Grandpa didn't. Swallowing hard, he went into the living room to face his Grandfather. David loved his Grandpa, but all the same he was very intimidated by him. Only in a case like this would he dare approach him with something that could get him in trouble.
Grandpa sitting on the couch reading a newspaper and did not put it down when David entered the room.
"Hi, Grandpa," David began nervously.
"'Lo, David," answered Gus.
"Um, Grandpa, I have something to show you," he said holding out the note.
Gus put down the paper in his lap and silently took the note. He slowly read it, making no comments. David stood awkwardly in front of him wondering again if he had made the right decision.
"How come you've brought this to me instead of your Momma?" Grandpa said as he continued to look at the paper.
"Well, um, you're home and Mom isn't," David fumbled out.
Grandpa looked at him over the top of his glasses. It was clear to David that the man could see right through that. Being caught in his lie, David blushed and looked at the ground.
"Wouldn't have anything to do with your camping trip this weekend, would it?" Grandpa asked bluntly.
"I guess," David said softly to the floor.
"Well, either it does or it doesn't, David. Which is it?"
"It does. Mom won't let me go if she sees the note."
"So now we get to the heart of the matter. You're trying to get out of being grounded and you figured I might just sign this note and let you go, is that it?"
David was now convinced this whole exercise was a failure. Not only would Grandpa tell Mom, he was mad at him, too. He tried to salvage something.
"I just really want to go on the camping trip, Grandpa. I thought you might still let me go and ground me when I got back home."
"You know, you should have thought about that before you got these demerits in school."
"I know, I'm sorry. I guess I can't go. I'll show Mom the note when she gets home."
"Now I didn't say you couldn't go, David. You brought this note to me hoping that you could get out of being grounded. Well, in my book grounding a boy isn't the best way to deal with poor conduct, anyway." Gus took a pen out of his shirt pocket and signed the note.
"Since you wanted me to deal with you, you'll get your wish. I'm not going to ground you or tell your mother, but I am going to spank you good and proper."
David gasped. He had never been spanked before, his parents hadn't believed in it. The fact that Grandpa did didn't surprise him, but he never considered that he might get spanked. He didn't know what to say.
"You might wish that you'd waited for your mother when I get through with you, David, but you've already made your choice," Grandpa said as he stood up, "Come with me into my workroom."
In a daze, David silently followed his Grandfather into the room where he did all his woodworking. Again, he thought about saying something, but his mind was drawing a blank. Besides, at least he would be able to go on the trip. How bad could a spanking be?
Gus went over to the shelves and pulled out a long wooden paddle. David looked at it in astonishment; where had that come from? Noticing his look, his Grandfather explained.
"I used to have one like this that I used on your Daddy when he was a boy. Somewhere along the line I lost it, but when you all moved in, I made another. I figured I'd probably need it at some point." He swung it through the air as if to test it and nodded satisfactorily to himself.
"It'll do the job," he said, "Now you get over there by that workbench."
David's dread was increasing by the moment. He hadn't expected that paddle; that looked really hard! But there was nothing he could do but follow his Grandfather's orders so he walked over to the bench.
"Now," Grandpa said, "Take those pants off."
David looked at him in shock. Surly he didn't mean that! He stood there mute with his hands at his sides.
"You're loosing points the longer you delay, David," Grandpa said flatly, "Also, I expect your sisters will be home real soon. If you don't want them to witness this, you better hurry up and drop 'em."
That got David moving. The last thing he wanted was for either of his sisters to find out that he'd been spanked! Especially Chris; she could be a real bitch when she was ready. He unsnapped his khaki long pants and pushed them down. They got tangled in his shoes and so he had to kick them off too. Now he was standing there in his shirt, briefs and socks. Despite the warmth in the room, David shivered.
"Now your underpants," Grandpa said calmly.
"No, please, Grandpa," David begged. That was more than he could bear!
"David, whether you like it or not, I'm going to paddle your bare bottom here this afternoon. But if you wait to much longer, I'll tell Jessie and she won't let you go on your trip as well. Up to you, but make up your mind."
From the look in his eyes, David could tell that Grandpa's patience was beginning to run out. With shaking hands, he took hold of the elastic waistband of his white cotton briefs and pulled them down and stepped out of them. Now except for his socks, he was naked from the waist down.
"That's better," Grandpa said as he moved closer, "Now you bend over that workbench and take hold of the edge there. And I suggest you don't let go until I tell you to, or this is going to take longer."
Shuddering, David bent over as he was told. The bench was a little lower than his waist and so he had so spread his legs somewhat to get the right height. His _c_o_c_k_ and balls were pressed between the padded edge and his body. The sparse, but ever growing patch of black pubic hairs tickled him as he shifted around.
"Now, David," Grandpa said as he moved into position, "Your Dad told me once that he didn't believe in doing this, but he told me that if you kids were ever staying with me and I saw fit to spank one of you to go ahead. I've never needed to up until now, but you came to me with that note and so I'm dealing with it as I see fit. And as far as I'm concerned, when a boy your age does something naughty, he should get a spanking on his bare bottom. It's the right thing to do."
All during Grandpa's speech, David's dread had been growing. Now that it was over, he found that his whole body was actually shaking with fear. But even so, he wasn't ready when Grandpa swung the paddle for the first time.
WHACK! It landed right in the center of his naked butt, causing him to cry out in pain and surprise. Grandpa paused for about ten seconds and David wondered for a moment if one was all he was going to get.
WHACK! The second blow landed on the area below the first, on the tender flesh where his bottom ended and his legs began. Again, David cried out and gripped the desk tighter.
WHACK! This one hit the top of his cheeks, above where the first one had landed. Between the three spanks, his whole bottom was covered with a stinging pain.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The paddle began to fall in a steady rhythm with a short pause between each stinging lick. Each time the hard wood connected with his naked bottom, a searing message of pain was telegraphed to his brain and he shrieked.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Now his whole rear end was becoming a constant mass of pain. Every new spank served only to increase to overall burning agony. Hot, salty tears started to flow out of his eyes.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!! WHACK!! The searing heat in his bottom was reaching uncontrollable levels. David started to plead through his sobs.
WHACK! Please," WHACK! "Please, Grandpa," WHACK! "Oww, stop!" WHACK! "PLEASE!" WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!! All his begging accomplished was a series of harder spanks. He was unable to plead further; all he could do was howl and hope that it would soon be over. His bottom was a solid mass of red pain. Again and again, the unyielding wood punished his naked flesh, pummeling his burning cheeks. David was slumped forward, being supported almost entirely by the bench as his legs gave way. He was being spanked so hard, he half expected that both he and the bench would topple forward with the force of the blows. But after five very rapid, extremely hard spanks, Grandpa stopped.
For the next minute, all David could do was howl and hold on to the table to keep from sliding to the floor. Even though the spanking had stopped, but bare bottom still felt the heat from every stinging blow. At last he managed to get one arm behind him in a vain attempt to put the fire out. He was vaguely aware of Grandpa putting the paddle up and leaving the room, but that was all far in the background of his consciousness. The pain in his rear occupied almost all of his mind.
The thought that his sisters would be home at any minute finally penetrated the red haze of his brain and he forced himself to stand up. With great discomfort, but put his underpants and pants back on and picked up his shoes. Walking stiffly, he made his way back into the living room. Grandpa had gone back to his newspaper, but when he saw David, he held up the note.
"I think you'll be wanting this to take to school on Monday," he said.
David came over and took it. Grandpa also held up a bunch of tissues and wordlessly offered them to David as well. The boy took them and blew his nose.
"Thanks, Grandpa," he said as his manners kicked in automatically. Then he realized how that sounded in this context. He'd meant thanks for the tissues.
"You're welcome, David," Grandpa said. From his voice, it was clear that he thought David had meant more than that. But as he considered it, David realized that he was thankful for the whole thing. At least he was going to get to go on his trip.
"I think I hear one of your sisters," Grandpa said as he picked his paper back up, "You better get up to your room and get cleaned up unless you want them asking why you've been crying so much."
Moving as quickly as the pain in his rear would allow, David made it to the safety of his room. He took his long pants off and put on some loose fitting shorts. Then he washed his face and ran his fingers through his spiky blonde hair. Looking at himself in the mirror, only his bloodshot and puffy eyes betrayed him and they would be back to normal soon enough. Then he pulled his shorts and underpants down and turned around to look at his butt. The skin, normally white against his tan, was a deep shade of crimson. That wouldn't fade in a few hours! David realized that he would have to be careful on his trip. He didn't want to have to explain this to any of his friends. Pulling his shorts back up, he went and laid face down on the bed. Now that he knew how Grandpa would punish him, he realized that he would face a choice each time he got into trouble; grounding or spanking. David wasn't anxious for another experience like this, but he was glad to have the option. He rubbed his bottom through his shorts and once again felt the excitement about his camping trip start to build.