part 2 ______________________________________________________________________________
Friday, October 5, 1997, 5:30 p. m..
SLAM.........I heard the windows rattle following the door slam........Alex had arrived, right on schedule. Now all I have to do is stall him for half and hour.
"Hello Alex...how was your day sweetheart?" I said very pleasantly as he slammed his books down on the kitchen table. "Would you like a snack before dinner?"
"I don't want a snack and I won't be here for dinner. I'm eating out so I need some money." he snarled as he looked around for my purse. I continued to rinse the vegetables I was preparing and didn't respond to him. "I said I need some money."
"Well maybe you should get a part time job, since you are always needing so much money these days." I'm afraid I don't have any money tonight dear, I didn't have time to stop at the bank and cash my check after work this afternoon. I had to get over to the high school and talk with Mr. Abrams the principal, at his request. It seems one of my sons wasn't in school again today for the third time in two weeks and he wondered if there was a problem at home."
"WHAT?" Screw Abrams, I don't give a _s_h_i_t_ what he says...I had better things to do." "Just give me some bills and I'll be outa here." "I know you have some money around here somewhere."
"Really Alex, I don't have any cash in the house at all, and since you haven't done any of the things I asked you to, and have been skipping school again I don't think I should give you any money anyway." "And by the way, I put Joey's money into a bank account for him this week so you needn't bother trying to get any from him either." That was all he needed to hear to explode.
"What the hell is going on around here.......? He slammed the cupboard door just as the front door bell rang.
"please see who is at the door Alex, its probably one of your friends anyway." He stomped out of the room and into the living room. I knew it would be Mr. Harden and the social worker and I began moving towards the front room. As I entered I noticed a puzzled look on Alex's face.
"Oh hello Mr. Harden, please come in." I greeted him as I shook hands and was introduced to his "friend" Mr. Martinson. Alex tried to move around them and out the door, but Mr. harden stepped into his path and said....
"I think you'd better stay and have a seat too Alex, since we're here to discuss you."
"Oh really.....well _f_u_c_k_ you....and goodbye." He tried to push his way past, but Mr. Harden was planted like an Oak and didn't budge an inch. Alex tried again to push his way around him and when he failed a second time he turned to head for the back door. Without a word Mr. Harden grabbed hold of his arm and held him firmly, catching Alex in mid stride. The look on his face was one of pure incredulity. He had never been restrained in this manner before. He turned his head to me and asked.....
"What the hell is going on around here and who the _f_u_c_k_ are these gorillas?"
"Alex, I would like you to meet Mr. Harden and Mr. Martinson. They are here at my request to lend a hand in your education." "They are acting in my behalf to help discipline a very big, very naughty little boy. I suggest you do exactly as Mr. Harden says to make things easier on yourself."
Michael and Joey had been watching TV but were now riveted to the scene playing out in front of them in living color. Never had they seen their big brother confronted or restrained in this way. The looks of astonishment on their faces told me that this would be an excellent learning experience for them as well as for Alex. I was certain I had made the right decision.
Alex was marched over to a chair, shoved down into it and told to sit there and not to move. Mr. Harden then proceeded to explain to him the nature of the situation. Explaining in great detail just how unacceptable his behavior had been and why. He related precisely all of the information I had given him before hand and very firmly informed Alex that it was no longer going to be tolerated. He laid out in detail, point by point, exactly what was expected of Alex in the future, and point by point the consequences of his actions if he continued to rebel. Alex was shaken by this assertive, no-nonsense giant, in his face laying down laws and rules he could not imagine living by. Shaken, but not entirely convinced that it was not just a lot of bluff. He sat quietly, but with a smart ass look of defiance beginning to appear in the form of a snear.
"Yes sir, Mr. Gorilla." Alex snarled when a response was expected. "But just now I have other things to do." At that he made an attempt to get up out of the chair, but was firmly held back in place by Mr. Harden's large strong hand on his chest restraining him. "Let me up you son of a bitch."
Mr. Harden glanced at me, I gave him the expected nod and he turned back to Alex.
"We had hoped you would see that your behavior was inappropriate Alex, but alas I'm afraid we shall have to resort to the tried and true, proven successful, method of education." "This is what happens to bad boys who have no respect for authority, no obedience to their mother, a foul mouth, no disipline, and who set a bad example for their younger brothers."
At that Mr. Harden easily snatched Alex out of the chair and held him firmly in front of himself, restraining both of Alex's arms behind his back with one large hand. Alex's look of defiance melted off his face as he became aware that Mr. Harden's other hand was unfastening the front of his jeans. He began twisting and kicking his legs, but was stopped short when Mr. Harden merely lifted up on his arms behind his back, quickly bringing Alex under control. Alex's mouth dropped open as his jeans dropped down, and before he could utter a word he was lying across Mr. Harden's lap in the center of the living room. Mr. Harden was seated comfortably on the large hassock and in full view of all present, brought down his big right hand with a very loud smack on the seat of Alex's white cotton covered butt. S M A C K.......the sound alone was enough to frighten the two younger boys into perfect behavior........S M A C K.........the second stinging blow brought a gasp from Alex and he squirmed and kicked until his arms were pushed still higher up his back............S M A C K........the third smack was just as loud and hard as the first two and Alex let out a scream and a loud stream of curses.........S M A C K.......S M A C K.........S M A C K.........S M A C K.......S M A C K.........five more in quick succession and Alex was kicking and squirming again.........Mr. Harden continued........S M A C K............S M A C K..........S M A C K..........S M A C K..........S M A C K.......five more quick ones and Alex's bottom was on fire.......
"P L E A S E....stop it.....you....can't do this to me........S T O P ...... Mr. Harden continued to spank with as much force as his long experience had proven was effective........S M A C K.........S M A C K.........S M A C K......S M A C K.......S M A C K.......after five more Alex was beginning to sob.....his buns were clenching fircely in an attempt to lessen the pain. He was shocked beyond belief that this could be happening to him. He had never been spanked in his life and had no idea it could hurt so much. Furthermore, he was embarrassed and humiliated that he was being treated like a child in front of his brothers and his mother. Mr. Harden continued to assalt his firm, hard bottom without mercy.......S M A C K.....S M A C K.....S M A C K.....S M A C K.....S M A C K.....by the end of the next five smacks Alex was sobbing and sniffling so much that he was terrified that he would actually begin to cry......the thought of humiliating himself by crying, on top of the humiliating treatment of getting a spanking at his age, was just too awful to contemplate..........Mr. Harden of course continued to do his job.........S M A C K.....S M A C K.....S M A C K.....S M A C K......S M A C K......five more quick ones and Alex had by now kicked his jeans completely off his legs. He was lying there across Mr. Harden's lap, in his underwear, like a little boy, squirming and sobbing like crazy. Mr. Harden's pause was longer than previous ones and Alex was wishfully beginning to think it was finally over, when suddenly he felt a hand tugging at his shorts......."oh my god.......no......don't.....you can't...do....that....." he sobbed....."NO.".....squirming and kicking fiercely....."NO.......STOP........." but in seconds his underwear was pulled all the way off and he was lying there bare assed in front of his mother and little brothers.......before the spanking even resumed, his will and determination deserted him and he began to cry........the humiliation was just too much......now bare ass in the air, red and burning, crying like a little boy, his will to resist deserted him too, and he just laid there bawling as the spanking began again.
S M A C K.......S M A C K......S MA C K.........He lost track of how many more swats on his bare ass he endured as he laid there loudly crying, but it seemed to go on forever. Then Mr. Harden stopped and questioned Alex, asking if he had learned anything yet, or if he needed a few more "lessons"
Alex was crying too hard to speak and when no response was forthcoming, Mr. Harden resumed spanking him some more...It only took about four swats until Alex found his voice and managed to sob out that he had learned and was sorry. He would do as he was told.
Mr. Harden shoved the naked youth off of his lap and into a heap on the floor. Alex laid there crying and sobbing, rubbing his burning red butt, feeling absolutely defeated and un-maned. His younger brothers watched in stunned amazement, as their big brother lay there crying. His naked from the waist down body exposed to them for the first time in many years. They couldn't imagine Alex in his present condition, he had always been so _c_o_c_k_y and arrogant, but now they even felt sorry for him. After letting him cry for a few more minutes, Mr. Harden told Alex to get up and go over and apologize to his mother for making her resort to this kind of punishment at his age, and then to his brothers for setting such a bad example for them.
Alex got up, mortified by his nakedness, embarrassed by his red tear covered face and walked over to me on the other side of the room. He made an attempt to cover himself but his T-shirt was too short to be much help. In just a white T-shirt and white sox, with a red bottom and wet face, my eldest son stood before me and sobbed out an apology that made my heart go out to him. I could feel no more anger and gently pulled him down onto the couch beside me resting his head against my chest. I let him cry some more while I hugged him close and told him how much I loved him and regretted that this had been necessary. After a few minutes Mr. Harden told Alex it was time to apologize to his brothers now, so Alex got up and crossed the room again to tearfully stand in front of Michael and Joey and sob out an apology to them as well. When he was finished, Mr. Harden told him to go to the corner and stand there to contemplate the events leading up to his punishment. While he was standing in the corner, rubbing his sore red bottom, Mr. Harden explained to Alex that if his behavior was not modified, that if I had to call upon him again to administer a spanking, it would be far less pleasant than this experience. He could expect it to occur outside of his school, on his bare bottom, in front of all of the students who care to watch, and would include a strap as well as a hand spanking. This humiliation would be mild compared to the next if it becomes necessary.
"I have a nineteen year old son who recently received a spanking similar to this with his three younger sisters and two younger brothers watching, and for an offence far lesser than yours Alex, so keep in mind that your age is not of any importance to me when it comes to punishment." " I want you to stay in that corner with your bare red bottom on display for the rest of the evening. Until your mother sends you to bed. Is that clear Alex?"
"Yes sir."......sniff
"I hope that we won't ever have to meet again Alex......do you think we will?"
" No sir,....sniff.....I promise,........I will never need to see you again."
"Are you going to thank me for my trouble, in coming over here and correcting your behavior?"
"yes sir, thank you for coming over to correct my behavior.".....sniff
"You're welcome Alex, good night boys, good evening Mrs. Peters."
THE END......we think
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