Spanked for Lying


by Anonymous

David was a cute little boy with black hair and blue eyes, who was generally a model of excellent behavior. His parents prided themselves on his behavior. On the few occasions he was bad, however, they were not averse to resorting to physical punishment, and he was spanked barebottom from from time to time up until the age of fourteen.

One of these instances occurred when David was about eight years old. It was a bright Sunday morning in early Summer and David was lying in bed. He knew that at any minute his Dad would be coming to his room to tell him to get up and get ready for Sunday School. David's best friend, Johnny, had invited him to go swimming that morning, and David decided that he would rather do that any day than go to Sunday School and then listen to another boring sermon from the crotchety old pastor of their church. He decided that if he played sick he might be able to convince his to go to church without him and then he would be free to go swimming as his father would not be back from church until well after one. He would just have to make sure that he was back by then. He decided that this plan just might work. His mother was away vsiting his Aunt.

He quickly got up and went into the bathroom and lit the space heater that was there and stuck his face up to it. After a few minutes, his face was quite hot. He then returned to his bed just in time to hear his Dad call him.

"David! Come on, sport, it's time to get a move on," his father called while walking down the hall. Poking his head into David's room, his father saw his son giving the perfect imitation of a sick little boy.

"You okay, son?" his father asked.

I don't feel so hot, Dad," the little boy replied.

"You do look flushed," his father said with a note of concern in his voice. "Maybe I better check you temperature."

His father left to go get the thermometer and David quckily returned to his bathroom and gulped some hot water. He arrived safely back in bed before his father arrived. His Dad stuck the thermometer under his tongue. After one minute, he removed it, pronouncing that David had a temp of 99 degrees.

"I guess you need to stay in bed. sport" his dad replied. "I would stay with you except I'm responsible for the offering today. Do you think you'll be alright until I get back?"

"Sure, Dad," David lied. "I'll just stay here and get some rest and I think I'll feel better."

"Okay, here are some aspirin," Dad said. "You take these and get some rest and I'll check your temp again when I get back."

"Okay, Dad," David replied taking the pills. "I might be better by then."

David's dad left to go to church, and David hurried to go meet his friend Johnny. They swam for a couple of hours and David returned to his bed well before his father returned. When his dad got home, David heard the phone ring and his father answer it. After a few minutes, his father came o the doorway of his son's room.

"How ya feeling, son?" his father asked.

A little better," was the reply.

"Do you know anything about going swimming today?" Dad asked.

"Swimming?" the boy replied. "Er, no, I've been here all morning."

"Mrs. Jones just called and said she saw you and Johnny Smith swimming at Johnny's pool this morning. She wondered why you weren't at church. I told her that you were sick and that she was obviously mistaken. But, I want to ask you one time. Were you swimming today?"

The guilty boy hung his head. "Yes, Dad, I lied to you this morning about being sick, and after you left I went swimming."

"David, I'm very disappointed in you. While you did finally own up to what you did, the fact that you lied to begin with is very bad and must be punished. I'm afraid your going to have to get a spanking."

"Dad! Please! No!" David cried. "Please don't spank me! I won't do it again, I promise. You can ground me and not let me go out for a week. How's that?"

"Sorry, son, no can do," his father replied. "The seriousness of this demands serious consequences. It's got to be a spanking."

With that his father sat down on the bed and took a hairbrush out of his back pocket. "Okay, son let's get this over with."

David was already beginning to sniffle and tears were forming in his eyes. He got out of bed and stood in front of his father. His father guided David over his lap and lowered David's pyjama bottoms revealing his sooth round buttocks.

"What are you getting punished for, David?" asked the father.

"For lying to you about being sick and missing church," came the soft reply.

"And what do you want me to do?" came the next question.

"Please, sir," David replied, crying softly. "Spank my bare heinie good and hard so that I'll learn my lesson and be good." David sobbed, giving the response his father had taught him.

David's father reached and grabbed his son's small hands and pulled them up to his back to prevent hoim from trying to protect his butt. He raised the hairbrush and brought it down on his son's bottom with a resounding SMACK! He quickly followed with about fifteen more. David cried and kicked.

"Please! Daddy! I'll be good! Ow that hurts, Daddy, please stop! Waaaaah1 Waaaah! Waaaah!

After about twenty swats David's Dad dropped the brush. He led his crying son to the corner where David stood facing the wall with his bare, red, bottom on display for thirty minutes. David then had to stay in his room for the rest of the evening.

The next morning David really was sick and running a temperature. This fact was confirmed by his Dad who used a rectal thermometer. David was taken to the Doctor where it was confirmed that he had a sore throat and received two big penicillin shots in his butt, a fact which caused him to cry and cry. He learned his lesson about lying but there were other painful lessons that he had yet to learn. Those, however, are for other stories.


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