I really knew that I was in trouble this time.
Terry had to work that night, so I decided to go to the keg party up at the quarries. Unfortunately for me, that was the same night that the cops decided to raid the place, and not only was I out an hour past my 9:00 curfew, but I had also been drinking my first cup of beer. I was wearing a pair of jeans, and no shirt. Like most of the other guys there, I had taken my shirt off, partly because it was so nice out, but also because I had a decent body, and there were lots of girls there.
Terry came up behind me, grabbed me by the wrist, and began to lead me across the field to his cop car. He must have been working undercover that night, because he wasn't wearing his usual officers uniform, but instead, a new pair of faded jeans, a white T-shirt, and his famous backwards Red Sox ball cap.
I tried to twist my wrist, hoping to break free from his grip, but he only tightened his grasp. When we got to the cop car, he opened the back, threw me inside, and shut the door, locking me in. I angrily yelled at him, but he either ignored me, or didn't hear me, because he didn't turn around. He walked over and joined a group of other officers, spoke to them for a moment, and then headed back to the car.
"Did you have a good time, tonight?" Terry asked sarcastically, as we drove toward home.
I decided to ignore him, because I was too angry to respond. I had decided that he had taken the "fatherly" thing too far. He was now interferring too much in my life, and I vowed that he was going to pay. I knew that he could easily beat my ass, and force rules on me, but I also knew that I could make his life Hell with my mother. He really loved my mother, but I swore to myself that I would find a way to get her to break up with him.
"You had done so well obeying the rules these last two weeks, that I thought you had actually learned something." Terry continued. "I guess tonight only proves that you haven't learned much at all, but don't worry, that will change when we get home."
"You're not going to spank me again, Terry." I stated.
"Oh I'm not, huh?" Terry asked, laughing. "Boy you're going to get it so hard that you're going to wish that you didn't even have an ass."
"You don't have any right to do this _s_h_i_t_!" I yelled angrily. "You are not my father, and I do not have to answer to you!"
"You're right, I'm not your father." Terry said. "But right now I am the closest thing you've got to one. You're mother asked me to watch out for you, and has given me permission to discipline you however I see fit. Unfortunately for you, I am a strong supporter of spanking. All guys your age need their asses beat, it's just a part of growing up."
We were now pulling into the driveway. Terry shut off the car, got out, and came around to open my door. As soon as the door was open, I made a dash for it, and bolted across the driveway, and around the back of the house. I could hear Terry running behind me, gaining. I knew that I had to run as fast as I could, if I were to even stand a chance of getting away.
Our yard is boarded by a fence, but ever since I was a kid, one board had always been loose. I had always used that loose board to take the shortcut to Justin's house, so I was not prepared for it when I got there, and found the board had been repaired. It was too late to make up for the mistake, Terry had already grabbed me.
"I fixed that board last week." Terry said, as he pulled me along.
I tried everything to get away. I twisted and pulled, but nothing worked, so I went limp, forcing Terry to literally drag me across the yard.
"You're only making this worse on yourself, Mark." Terry said. He reached down, and grabbed me by the waist. He then swung me up, and over his shoulder. The top half of my body was now hanging down his back, and with his right arm, he held my legs against his chest.
"Let me go!" I yelled, twisting and turning to get free, but Terry ignored my pleas, and casually walked across the yard, unlocked the back door, and entered the darkened living room.
As we made our way down the hall toward my room, I pushed my hands against his back, attempting to sit up straight, but Terry only countered the move by shoving my legs higher, sending me back down against his back. Throughout the struggle, his shirt had come untucked from his pants, and because my face was now just above his ass, I was able to notice that he was wearing a pair of white briefs. The waistband of his briefs were visible just above the waistline of his jeans. I knew that I was going to get my ass beat anyway, so I angrily raised my right hand into the air, and slammed it down hard across the center of his ass. I knew that I would never get another chance like this again, so I quickly do it two more times.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
Terry quickly responded by landing five thunderous swats to my ass with his free hand. The swats instanly brought back the memory of the first spanking, two weeks earlier. Even through my jeans, the swats hurt, and I became angry at myself for forgetting the pain of the spanking. I began to wish that I had not gotten myself in this position again.
Terry kicked my bedroom door open, and switched on light. He walked over to my bed, and dropped me onto it. I bounced down, and quickly attempted to run again. Terry sat down on the edge of the bed, saw me attempting to run, and quickly grabbed me by the back of my jeans. I fell face first onto my bed, and then Terry grabbed my left leg, and used it to drag me across the bed, and over his knees. In two seconds flat, I was once again pinned down across his knees.
The last time I was in this position, I had vowed never to be there again. Butterflies churned in my stomach, knowing what I was in for. I tried desperately to get free. I twisted and turned, lurched and jumped, but Terry simply held me down.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
Terry began landing hard, punishing swats to the seat of my jeans. He quickly covered my entire ass, fast and furiously. Without a word, he brought his hand down again and again, and I noticed that this time he was spanking me much harder than last time.
"No! Terry stop!"..WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!.."Please! Don't do this!..WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!.. "Not that hard! Please!"..WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!.."I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Terry! Please, sir! Stop!"...WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!..I begged, but Terry did not let up.
I brought my right hand around, and used it to shield my ass. Without a beat, Terry grabbed my wrist with his left hand, and pinned it down at the small of my back. Now, completely helpless, he continued to punish my ass.
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The pain was unbeleivable. I tried everything to get away. I bucked, kicked, lurched, twisted, and turned, but nothing worked. Tears were begining to burn in the back of my eyes, but still the swats rained down, covering my ass.
"You are going to learn"..WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!.."that I am the boss around here"...WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!.."and that you will do as I say"..WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!.."or my hand and your ass"..WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!.."are going to get to know each other real well."..WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!.."I would put a lot of money"..WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!.."on the fact that"..WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!.."my hand and your ass will not be very good friends."
"Terry, please stop!" I frantically begged. "It hurts so much! I'm sorry, sir! I'll never do it again! I promise! Please! Please! Stop!"
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Terry finally stopped the thunderous barrage on my ass. I used my left hand to wipe the tears out of my eyes, and tried to move my right hand toward my ass, but Terry kept it pinned down against my back.
"How late passed curfew were you out tonight before I found you?" Terry asked.
I thought desparetly, but did not know. "I don't know," I answered.
"You don't know." Terry said. "Well, it looked to me like you didn't even care about what time it was. You thought that you were going to be smart, and get home just before I did! Didn't you?"
"I'm sorry," I said. "I promise, I won't do it again."
"You've got that right," Terry said.
He released my right hand, and quickly flipped me over on my back. I knew from the last time, that this meant he was going to undo my jeans. I panicked, and threw myself onto the floor. I quickly tried to get to my feet, but Terry got up, and grabbed me by my right leg. I fell to the floor, turned around on my back, and kicked him, aiming for the balls. He blocked my kick by grabbing my foot, and then began to pull me back toward the bed. I struggled frantically, kicking him in the stomach with my other leg. He finally gave up, fell on top of me, and locked me down in a classic School Boy Pin.
With my arms pinned to the floor beside my head, I struggled in vain to get him off of me. My ass was screaming out pain from the pressure of the floor against it. Terry only sat on me, looking down, waiting for me to run out of strength.
"You're not going to get away from me, Mark." Terry said. "You knew exactly what the rules were, but you decided to break them anyway."
"I know that, Terry." I said. "But I told you that I was sorry. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
"You are only sorry because you were caught." Terry said smiling. "I know exactly what you were thinking. It was only ten short years ago that I was 15 too, and beleive me, I got my ass beat, just like you are."
"Well if you got your ass beat, then you should know how it feels, and feel bad." I said.
"Feel bad?" Terry asked. "Do I look like a girl to you? I'm a guy, and you're a guy. Guys don't feel bad for eachother. There is none of that feeling sorry, having a conscience _s_h_i_t_, between two guys. Now if you were a girl, yeah, I'd have to go a lot easier on you. I would probably not even spank you at all, if you were a girl. Girls can't take the same amount of pain that guys can, so they get away with a lot more. Unfortunately for you, you are a guy, and you will be disciplined like one."
"I said that I am sorry, Terry." I tried again. "Please, just let me go."
"I wish I could, Mark." Terry said. "But you need to learn a lesson."
"I've learned! Please!" I yelled.
Terry released my hands, and then turned himself around. He was now sitting on my stomach, with his back to me. I didn't realize why, until he started to undo my jeans. I kicked my legs, and tried to twist myself, but it did no good. I angrily began to punch him in the back, although, I was careful not to do it too hard. He grabbed my legs, and pulled them toward him, lifting my ass up off the floor. He then pulled my jeans down past my brief clad ass. Once this was done, he stood up, grabbed my left wrist, and yanked me to my feet. I tried to struggle, but I only managed to trip over my jeans. Terry sat back down on the edge of my bed, pulled me down over his knees, and once again pinned my right hand just above my ass, at the small of my back.
With noting but my briefs to protect my ass, Terry resumed the punishing ass blistering.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
He was once again covering my twisting, and turning ass. His hand landed against my left cheek, then my right check, and then across the middle of both.
"OOOWWWW!"..WHAM! WHAM!.."Terry, please!"..WHAM! WHAM!.."AAAHHHH! It hurts! Please, stop!"..WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!.."It hurts! I promise!"..WHAM! WHAM!.."I've learned a lesson! Please, sir! Stop!"..WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!.."OOWWWCH! OOW! OOW! AHH! Come on! Stop!"
I writhed, twisted, and turned, but his hand followed my brief covered ass wherever it twisted to. I once again found that I was squeezing my bedspread tightly in my left hand, while my right hand was closed in a fist, still pinned down uselessly against my back. Tears were once again pouring down my face as I begged and pleaded for the mercy that Terry had just said guys don't give to guys.
"Maybe next time you will think twice"..WHAM! WHAM!.."before breaking the rules." Terry said. "I have better things to do"..WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!.."than to beat your ass everyday"..WHAM! WHAM!.."but if you insist on it"..WHAM! WHAM!.."I will certainly oblige."
I was now close to a total break down. I began sobbing helplessly, begging for him to stop. My sobbing pleas fell on deaf ears, because Terry wan't even close to being done. With me still over his knees, he sat up and reached for something on my nightstand. I picked my head up to see what it was, just in time to see his hand close around the handle of my wooden hairbrush. He sat back down, and readjusted me so that I couldn't move.
The brush was actually my mother's, but I had used it because I couldn't find mine. The brush was more like a paddle, than a brush, in that it was one of those wooden brushes with an extra large, oval shaped head.
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The brush bit into my still brief covered ass like a snake. The pain was intense, and I jerked even harder to get away. Terry used the brush to pepper my flexing, twisting, turning, writhing, and bouncing butt.
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"OWWWWWW! Terry! Stop!"..WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!.."_d_a_m_n_ it!"..WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!.."AAHHHHH! Please! Please! Stop, sir!"..WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!.."I'm begging you , please!"..WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!.."Please, stop! AAAHHHOOOWWW! Come on, man!"..WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!.."Stop! Stop it!"
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I broke my right hand free from Terry's grasp, and immediatly covered my ass with it. Terry was thundering away so fast, that he was not able to stop his hand from coming down in time, and the brush landed against my palm. I cried out with pain, and he quickly grabbed my wrist again, tighter this time, and pulled it back across my back, and held it against his stomach.
"That will teach you to keep your hand out of the way." Terry said.
I couldn't even respond, I was sobbing so hard. I buried my face against the side of my bed, and prayed that the spanking would end. Terry set the brush down beside him, and then grabbed the waistband of my briefs. He pulled them down, until they were just passed my ass.
I picked my head back up, and tried begging him again. I almost welcomed being bare assed, because the night air from my window felt great against my on fire ass. When the swats began again, I was glad to find that Terry was not using the hairbrush. It was now just flesh on flesh, which probably hurt more. It also seemed to make the spanking more personal, which Terry probably figured would bond us better.
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His hand was once again covering my writhing and twisting ass. I once again squeezed the bedspread, trying to divert the pain. I cried out in agony, sure that the neighbors must be able to hear me. Even if they could hear me, they would be satisfied to know that I was finally getting the punishment I deserved, and would do nothing to help.
"I've decided that besides the ass blistering that you are receiving now"..SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!.."you will also be grounded for the next two weeks"..SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!.."You will be home straight from school"..SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!.."You will immediately do your homework, eat supper, and then go to bed"..SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!.."There will be no phone, tv, computer, or books once you've gone to bed"..SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!.."and this weekend you will clean the garage, cellar, and attic. Do you understand?"
I would agree to anything at this point. "Yes!" I shouted. "I understand!"
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"Do you understand?" Terry asked again.
"Yes, Terry!" I shouted in pain. "I understand, sir!"
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"You gonna mess up again?" Terry asked, continuing to stretch the beating on.
"No, sir! I won't, I promise!" I yelled, with tears streaming down my face, and my ass still dancing around his lap, trying to get away from the blistering swats.
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Terry finally stopped, and stood up, knocking my to the floor. I landed on my side, and I stayed there sobbing, until Terry had left the room. Once he was gone, I slipped out of my Jeans, and once again pulled my briefs slowly over my inferno of an ass. As I layed on my bed, falling alseep with exhaustion, I thought about Terry, and what he was doing for me. As angry as I was at him, I still felt a strange sense of gratitude that he cared enough about me to go through this. He didn't have to be with my mother, and put up with me, but he did, and I began to slowly respect him for it. I had always hated it that I didn't have a father or older brother, and maybe, if I gave this guy the chance, he could become something like that.