Twelve year-old Erik was in rare form today. He had been shopping with his parents all day long and was on the verge of insanity. Aisle after aisle became more and more boring for him. We all remember the feeling, but Erik was retaliating. He found all kinds of mischief to help pass the time. And in a department store that can be almost unlimited.
He started out by hiding under a rack of clothes, which occupied his parents time for almost fifteen minutes before he was found. After that he whined continually about wanting to go home and play with his Playstation II. The last straw came when his parents were in the domestic department looking for a new bedspread and pillows. Erik wandered over one aisle and discovered an opened comforter. Just for the fun of it he threw it straight up and over into the next aisle. The next thing he heard was a loud scream. It had landed on a lady in the next aisle and nearly scared the life out of her. His parents immediately ran over and apologized to her. Erik's dad, Brian, walked over to him and firmly grabbed his arm.
"What was the idea of doing a thing like that?"
"I dunno. I guess I just thought it would be funny."
"We'll see how funny you think it is when we get home."
They went out to dinner on the way home at his parents' favorite restaurant, Cracker Barrel (Cringe!). While they were waiting for a table, his father noticed something very interesting in the gift shop: a flyback paddle hanging with the toys. It was a hardwood paddle with a ball and rubberband attached. It was fairly heavy, as the wood consisted of several plies.
"Hmmm," Brian said to himself, "I'll bet I know what this was made for. If I just take off the rubberband and ball, this will do very nicely for warming little Erik's tail since my hand doesn't seem to work so well anymore..."
With that, he slipped up to the counter to pay for it and sneaked it out to the car before going in to sit down for dinner.
On the way home, Erik was quiet. Like every little boy who realizes his eminent demise. He knew better than to provoke his daddy. And now he knew he had gone too far. He became really nervous as they pulled into the driveway.
"Son, I want you to go up to your room as soon as we get inside. I'll be up to talk with you shortly."
So Erik began the long trip up the stairs to his room to wait. His dad always had a way of making it seem like an eternity. Erik hadn't been in trouble in quite awhile, but he knew this one was gonna be serious. He sat on the side of his bed wearing jeans, a t-shirt and sneakers. Underneath those he wore a pair of white Jockeys. Erik was not particularly tall for his age. He was very athletic at school, however, and his legs and bottom were evidence of that. He was tan, smooth and toned. And his behind was round and cheeky. The perfect target for dad's frustration.
With a sense of impending doom, Erik heard his dad's footsteps coming up the stairs. A knock on the door soon followed and Brian came into the room. In his right hand was the new paddle and Erik's eyes got big when he saw it.
"Allright, son. I think we need to have a talk. Don't you?"
"I don't really want to, Dad."
"I understand that, but you know we need to. I've brought a new friend with me tonight to aid in our discussion. His name is "Red" and that's what he does. He makes naughty little boys' bottoms bright red."
Erik started to tremble a little. He could feel his tight little behind squirming in his pants. This would not be fun.
"Now," said Brian, "I would like you to explain to me why you behaved the way you did today. And I want the truth."
Erik started softly. "Well, dad, I didn't mean to get in trouble, but I was so bored. I hate having to tag along all day, like I'm not even there, while you guys shop. So I just looked for anything to kill time. I guess it wasn't such a good idea."
Brian began to feel a bit of guilt for not having realized his son's predicament before. But he also knew his son's behavior was inexcusable no matter what the circumstances.
"I'll tell you what, Buddy. Next time we go shopping, I'm gonna take you over to a friend's house or to Grandma and Grandpa's. Does that sound better?"
"Yeah, dad. That would be way better than hanging around you guys all day. I mean, when you're shopping."
"Okay, then it's settled. The matter of your behavior today, however, is not settled young man. Two different times you upset your mother and me. First by hiding under the clothes rack, then by throwing that blanket over that poor lady's head. How do you feel about the way you behaved?"
"I feel bad, I guess. I didn't mean to upset everybody. But you have to admit, it was funny."
"No, son, I don't see that it was funny at all. You had your mother almost crying because we couldn't find you and that lady was red in the face from screaming when that blanket landed on her head. You just don't see that wat you did was wrong. Well, as your dad, it's my job to show you that it was wrong. And talking never seems to do that."
With that, Brian began to lightly smack the paddle against his hand.
"I think you know what you're getting for this, don't you son?"
Erik nodded.
"Okay, so how many do you think you deserve?"
"One or two?" Erik said sheepishly.
"I don't think that will be enough. How about twenty?"
"Twenty ! Oh, no dad. Please not that many !"
"Allright, let's make it ten."
Reluctantly, Erik nodded.
"OK, son, stand up. Get the pillow and lay it on the side of the bed and stand in front of it."
Erik slowly complied with his dad's orders.
"Now, Erik, pull your pants down to your knees and bend over the pillow."
Erik loosened his belt and unsnapped and unzipped his pants. Then he pushed his jeans down to his knees. His cheeky butt was visibly sticking out of the bottom of his underwear. He bent over the pillow and waited.
His dad slowly lifted his shirt tail about halfway up his back, then grabbed the top band of his underwear. With a single motion he slid them down below Erik's behind. Brian was a firm believer in bare bottom spankings, just the way his dad had done it when he was growing up.
"Allright, boy. Put your hands straight out in front of you and keep your eyes forward till I'm done. Understand?"
"Yes, sir."
Pop!
"Ooh !"
Smack!
"Ouch !"
Whack!
"Owww !"
Swat!
"Yeeeouch! Dad, it hurts!"
"I know. It's supposed to, son."
Whop!
"OOOOOwwwwwwwww !"
Erik began to cry a little. This paddle was much worse than he had expected. His little behind was starting to feel like it ws on fire.
Pop!
"OOOOOOhhhhhhhh ! Stop, Dad !"
Crack!
"Nooooooo! "
Swat!
"OOOOwwwwww !"
Erik began sobbing hysterically. His cheeks were burning from the sting of the paddle on his bare flesh. His dad was definitely getting the point across. He paused for a moment to see how red his son's tush had become. He knew that the point needed to be driven home one more time, so he applied the last two rump stinging swats in rapid succession.
Whop ! Wham !
"OOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW !!!!!"
Erik jumped up and began rubbing his sore bottom. His cheeks were bright red. He was crying and his nose was running. Brian grabed him and gave him a hug.
"I hated having to do that, son, but I knew you needed it. Sometimes there's only one way for you to learn your lesson. But you know I love you, right?"
"Yeah, dad. I guess you wouldn't go through all that if you didn't."
Brian reached around to rub Erik's behind. He could feel the heat like a fresh sunburn. He hated spanking Erik, but it was also the time they both felt closest to each other.