This is the story of a man I met through the web pages. He was 80 years old when I took over for him at the job of spanker to the stars. He liked the stories I'd written and we soon were friends. His son had taken over his business and he too was ready to retire and pass the business on. I thought it would be best to go back to the beginning with Carl [not his real name].
I'd worked in the movies and TV for sometime, stunts and stage jobs. On the set of Tarzan was where I began as a spanker for the stars.
Johnny Weissmuller was making: "Tarzan Finds a Son" The son was [layed by John Sheffield, better known as "Boy". He was a wonderful player for the part but also a handful. During one of his first scenes, contrary to the script, he'd hung upside down from the vine he was swinging from, everyone had held their breath. The shot had wound up great, but when told to listen to direction Boy just went his own way. His parents weren't the kind to take a hand in discplining him and all the threats and measures the studio took had little effect. One day the director over heard me saying what the boy needed was a good spanking.
"Well Carl, would you spank the little brat, knowing that if he quit you'd lose your job?" Mr. Thorpe asked me.
"Hey I can find another job, but that kid is going to get someone hurt with his pranks." I said, remembering when he'd let the lion out of its cage, "just to see what would happen," young Mr. Sheffield had said when asked why he'd done it.
"If you want the job he's in his trailor and I talked with his parents. They said if you want to you can do as you think best." Mr. Thorpe told me.
I looked around and saw the rest of the crew was listening for my answer, they'd all had enough themselves but most of the them needed the work too much to chance taking the step I was thinking of.
"Okay I'll be glad to tan the little monster's rear end, but he and his parents have to meet with me first." I relpied.
While Mr. Thorpe sent his assistant to arrange the meeting I went to the stage crew's room to think about what I was about to purpose. With my own boys I took down their pants and underwear and spanked them with a belt or switch when they were really out of line, or with my hand for just plain non-thinking goof-offs. I knew things might go well if Johnny knew his parents weren't kidding, nor was the studio.
Johnny's parents and I decided I'd treat him just like my own boys, they went and told Johnny to come to the make-up trailor to talk with me. Johnny had been told he was to do as I told him, but I could see on his face that he did not really care what I said because he figured he'd just do as he wanted, as he always had, even when threatened with dire consequences.
He stood looking bored as I explained how dangerous his pranks were and how tired everyone was of them. I really didn't get his attention until I told him I was going to take down his pants and spank him good.
"You wouldn't dare." Was his first come back.
"I'll spank you with my hand this time, but I'm going to have the belt I use with my boys and a good strong switch for any future trips across my knee you ask for."
"You can't."
"Oh I'm sure I'm strong enough to spank you anyway I want. As to if I will or won't I can only tell you that having to wrestle that loin back in his cage is enough for me to want to make sitting very unpleasant for you for sometime. Now come over here and pull your pants down."
"No!" he shouted and headed for the door.
I had him by the arm and he was scraming for his partents. "Mommmy, Daddyyyy."
I dragged him to the door and opened it. As arranged his parents were there with the director.
Mrs. Sheffield looked sadly at her son but said nothing when Johnny's father told him, "It's out of our hands son. This is your spanker from now on when you disobey."
I pulled to stuggling ten year old over to the chair I'd set out for the purpose. I sat and took down Johnny's corduroy trousers and cotton briefs. Johnny's tan lines ran as the loincloth he wore on the seet ran, so the part I was going to slap was white and surrounded by Boy's light brown tan. Boy's butt cheeks were full round and thight until my hand slapped them smartly. Johnny bounced and his butt flexed and unflexed. As I learned with my own boys I kept my spanks time to the loosening of his butt and the sting was thereby increased. Johnny screeched as the fifth spank landed. His fat little bottom was going from pale to pink to red by the time ten had landed across both his little bottocks. He kicked hi feet and wiggled but could not escape the spanking he deserved and had earned.
I stood him up on his feet and held his hands so he could not rub his stinging bottom.
"This was first spanking from me. It was an easy one." His buring butt did not allow him to believe this and his eyes told me that talking at that moment was non-productive.
When he'd clamed down we talked and sat the rules. He knew the belt or switch would also tested his rear is he did not obey the adults on the set. He would later feel them both, but all in all he behaved much better after that and in later years told me I helped him have a long career by setting him right.
A week had passed since I'd spanked Boy, when I was given a call by one of the Little Rascal's parents to see if I would disipline their boy. But that's another story.