That paddle must have done its job the last time, or maybe Drew's dad became a little more permissive. Maybe a little bit of both might have been involved. At fifteen Drew had managed to escape the paddle for over two years. He was becoming a man physically and considered himself fairly mature.
On a June afternoon a week before his sixteenth birthday Drew was siting at his bedroom desk doing his homework. It had been a warm day at school (no air conditioning) and a hot walk home. When arriving home he took a cool shower, toweled down and put on a fresh pair of cotton briefs. He loved the feeling of pulling on a fresh pair of briefs as they formed snuggly around his groin and bottom, especially his old Jockey brand Boy pairs. He had only two pair of them left but he wore them often. They were really soft and thinly knit for a good "feel" and their elastic leg openings and waistband fit in just the right places. No one else was home so he didn't bother putting on any other clothes. He just sat down at his desk and proceeded to do his homework. He couldn't help thinking at the time how nice the cool chair felt on his sparsely covered butt and bare legs. Too bad he didn't sense that the good relationship with his dad's paddle was about to end.
As Drew sat at his desk working on his homework, he heard his dad's car drive into the garage. He noted by looking at the clock that it was his dad's usual time to come home. Soon after hearing he sounds of his dad walking up the stairs and into the master bedroom Drew yelled out "Hi" and continued to work. Shortly, his father walked from the master bedroom into Drew's room before changing his clothes, which Drew noticed as different from the norm. What was even more different was that his dad had his little EFFECTIVE paddle in his right hand. Talk about getting a guy's juices flowing. Without even thinking Drew blurted out the question of why his dad was holding that thing. His father's answer was almost as quick and very to the point. He explained that he was going to use it on his son's almost 16-year-old butt for something he had done a week ago.
Drew soon remembered what he had done. It had been nearly a week since he had done the stupid deed. Since a number of days had passed Drew figured he had gotten away with it and frankly thought no more about it. He had been caught stealing a piece of 25-cent pack of gum from a local newsstand. The owner had told him to put it back and get out of there. Drew put back the gum pack and had apologized when leaving figured he had just escaped getting into big trouble over something really stupid. It turned out the newsstand guy knew Drew's dad as well as Drew and informed his dad of Drew's wrongdoing when they next met.
Drew's mind was now spinning. Talk about getting caught with your pants down. He could not help mulling through his mind that there he was, sitting in a well worn pair of tight fitting jockey briefs staring at a paddle that was about to eat his ass alive. That thing was about to make his nearly 16 year old bottom feel as if he were sitting in a frying pan. It would take much effort either for his dad to grab the narrow waistband of his briefs, yank them down and render him bare. What a mess a 25-cent pack of gum was about to cause. Drew couldn't help but try to plead his case that it was only a 25-cent pack of gum. That argument only made his dad more mad.
A sharp order from his dad to stand up came fast. Drew knew then that there was no other choice but to follow all orders. It wasn't hard to imagine that the paddle was a perfect size and weight for his brief covered butt and it's small size made it easy to swing and apply with precision. Its light weight also made it easy for his dad to add a stinging wrist movement to the paddles slap The back of his leg's being bare just below his ass cheeks gave him another chilling thought. Drew even had increased frustration over the fact that he was shirtless. It shouldn't have mattered for protection, but the lack of a shirt made him feel even more bare and exposed. He was also too fully aware that he was not going to be disappointed in any of his thinking
The next thing Drew knew, he was over his dad's knee with his face near the floor. A position he remembered all to vividly from the past. The first swing of the paddle landed on the right cheek and. by the time the fire began in his right cheek the second hard slap with a wrist kick landed on the left cheek. Several more volleys of left cheek, right cheek landed with speed and accuracy. Loud yelling spewed from Drew's mouth, as did tears from his eyes. The last two shots really got his attention as they landed on bare upper thighs just below his bottom. Drew kicked with gusto and fell to the floor.
After the crying somewhat subsided, Drew's mind worked overtime feeling sorry for himself. He mulled over in his mind one by one the unlucky technicalities that had helped this day to be so memorable.
He had been so unlucky for the newsstand owner to know his dad.
He seldom walked around in briefs when people were around the house.
If it hadn't been so hot he would have had more clothing on.
After school he usually changed into a rugged pair of jeans.
Even wearing thin dress pants would have been better than not wearing any pants.
A pair of boxers would have at least covered the back of his legs.
A pair of boxer briefs would have even been better.
If he had had some warning that the Newsman had squealed he might have had time to prepare a little for the confrontation.
As the stinging lessened somewhat, Drew had to admit to himself that he would have needed more than a pair of thin boxers to help him out much this time. What he really needed was several layers of heavy clothing. It certainly had not been in the cards this time around.