Report Card Conference


by Buster

I found my little brother up in our tree house sitting on the floor hugging his knees and staring ahead in a trance.

"Here you are. Didnt you here me calling you?"

"Leave me alone Paul."

Clay continued to stare forward as if he were watching a scene being played out in his head. He was ten, four years younger than me. That day we had brought home our report cards from school to be signed and that meant there would be a meeting in Dads study. Clay and I were both familiar with report card meetings from past experience and were both resigned to the fact that we would be leaving the conference with a pair of sore asses. Dad was very systematic about doling out report card spankings. The only way to get your report card signed without any swats was to get straight As. Bs got you three swats a piece and Cs got you ten. Neither of us had ever gotten a grade lower than a C but had been well informed of the penalty for a D or lower. A D on your report card superceded all other grades and meant an automatic full fledge spanking, as long and hard as Dad deemed necessary. Oh, and one more minor detail; the spanking would be administered to the bare bottom. Needless to say that threat had inspired us to put our noses to the grindstone when it came to our schoolwork. The worst report card I had ever gotten was the one I had to show Dad that evening. I got three Cs and two Bs. Id already done the math and I knew what Id had coming; 36 hand swats over Dads knee. There was no way around that. Our dad was strictly regimented when it came to report card discipline.

Id been searching for Clay because he looked real worried after school and wouldnt talk to me. Hed run off and hid after refusing to show me his report card on the school bus. It took me awhile to find him and when we were alone together there in the tree house I tried again to get him to confide in me.

"Come on kido, it cant be that bad. Lets have a look."

Clay dug the card out of his back pack and handed it to me. He studied my reaction while I unfolded the card. My eyes were automatically drawn to the letter grade D in mathematics. Oh _s_h_i_t_, I had to be careful not to let my face show too much shock.

"Will he really do it Paul?"

He knew I would know what he was asking about. I tried to comfort him.

"It wont be as bad as you think bro. You know Im going to catch it too."

"But did you get a D?"

I was careful not to answer that too quickly.

"Well, no."

"Have you ever gotten a D?"

"No, not yet."

"Dads going to pull my pants down and spank me on my bare butt. I just know it."

Poor little guys heart was breaking but just the same I began to feel a little bit of excitement over the prospect. You see, Dad gave us our report card spankings in front of one another and even though I wouldnt admit it to Clay, I wasnt all together unpleased about what I was going to witness. The whole spanking ritual kind of turned me on and the idea of watching Clay get it on his bare ass was beginning to stir me up inside. I found the need to justify this growing excitement by thinking about all the times in the past that he really pissed me off.

"Im gonna run away from home Paul, I swear I will."

I consoled him by putting my hand on his shoulder.

"Youre just going to have to take it. It wont be as bad as you think. Itll just hurt for awhile. Dont worry, you can take it."

Clays face was distraught.

"Dad just wants to get our attention. Hey, you know what you can do thatll help?"

He was hanging on my every word at that.

"When Dads spanking you, you have to cry out like its really hurting. If he thinks your being stubborn or _c_o_c_k_y about it youll get it worse. So when hes wailing on you, youve got to cry out like "Ouch! Ouch!" and "Im sorry Dad!" You can kick your legs too. That way he knows hes really making an impression."

I could tell Clay was considering my advice by the way he watched me and took in my words.

"Come on, you try."

Clay rehearsed.

"Ouch; Oh Dad it hurts; Ill be good Dad."

Then he made an embarrassed face and shook his head. It had sounded like he was reading lines in a script. My attempt to reassure him sounded pretty lame too.

"Yeah, well, its going to be O. K."

....................

Clay and I were quiet that evening at the dinner table. I was nervous about the spanking I was going to get but at the same time I was anticipating how Dad would deal with my little brother and struggling with my feelings about that. Our Dad took note of the quiet.

"You boys seem a little less rowdy than usual."

Our mom always played the gentle mediator.

"Paul and Clay brought their report cards home from school today."

"Oh really? All As I presume?"

He looked back and forth at the both of us. Clay and I didnt respond. We just started eating faster so we would have the excuse of having our mouths full of food.

"You know, you have to get good grades to get into college. I dont know why I havent been able to impress on the two of you how important that is."

Still no response from my brother or me.

"Well, I guess well be having a little meeting in my study after supper."

I could tell by the tone of Dads voice that he was in top spanking form. Our mom made a sympathetic plea for us.

"Now John, dont be too hard on them."

....................

After supper Clay and I went to our bedrooms and got our report cards then made our way into Dads study where he was looking over some of his office work at his desk with his reading glasses perched on the end of his nose. Clay was hiding behind me.

"Come on in boys and shut the door behind you."

We stood there with our cards in our hands while Dad finished organizing his paperwork. After awhile he got up from his chair then came around to stand in front of us. Leaning back, his butt sliced by the edge of his desk with his feet spread out wide, he addressed us.

"All right, who wants to be first?"

Clay hesitated and looked to me so I stepped forward and handed Dad my report card. He opened it up and looked it over. He didnt look pleased.

"Son, it looks like were going in the wrong direction. This is the worst card youve brought home yet. I guess youve already done the math, although I see here you got a C in math so maybe Id better do it myself."

He put the card down in disgust and shook his head while he undid his shirt sleeves at the wrists and rolled them up to reveal his forearms. This was the first of a series of traditional mannerisms that Dad brought to our spankings. His voice took on a tone that was so bold and curt it made me jump.

"What are we going to do to bring those grades up boy?"

I knew my response had better be quick.

"Im going to study harder sir."

I was looking down now. Dad got up from the edge of the desk, removed his glasses and picked up one of the straight back wooden chairs he usually sat on before taking us over his knee. He picked the chair up by the back with one hand, turned it around then set it down hard. The wheels were in motion now. I wouldnt have to wait long.

"What do you think you need to study harder son?"

He sat himself down on the chair pulling up on his pant leg while doing so. The tugging of the pant leg was another familiar mannerism that was meant to show me where I was going. Since I was at a loss for words, Dad answered the question for me.

"I think you need a little pepper on your ass."

He waved me over. Everything about his demeanor told me that he meant to pop me real good.

"How many are we going to have this time son?"

"36 sir."

I knew the routine and didnt waste any time positioning myself over Dads knee. During the time while I waited there in the bent over position I was conscious of my butt lifting up to press its shape through the fabric of my corduroy pants. It was an embarrassing position to be in, especially in front of Clay. I was enough older than him that I liked to envision myself as being a big man in his eyes. In that respect I would have preferred to be standing spread eagle with my hands on the edge of the desk for a paddling but I was still a few months away from my fifteenth birthday when my punishments would formally graduate to stand up paddling.

"This will set you on the right track if you let it son."

That quiet announcement made my tummy churn. He grabbed my pants by the belt line in the back and tugged them up and held them so that the seam rode up snug between my ass cheeks then without hesitation he "addressed my learning issues."

POP POP POP POP POP POP

Yeah, I was right. Dad was laying it on me extra hard.

POP POP POP POP POP POP

During the spanking I turned my head and looked to Clay who seemed as affected by the spanking as I was.

POP POP POP POP POP POP

He was jerking in sympathy with each loud pop of Dads hand on my ass as if he was feeling the pain himself.

POP POP POP POP POP POP

Then the burn began to overwhelm me and my face went rigid.

POP POP POP POP POP POP

I couldnt be quiet anymore. The words escaped quickly through my clenched teeth.

"Ow thats too hard dad!"

POP POP POP POP POP POP

After the beating I hopped up off of his lap and my hands went directly to rubbing my butt. Wow, I had to admit it; Dad could really light you up when he meant to. I looked at Clay whose eyes seemed as big and round as a hoot owls now.

"All right you. What have you got to show me?"

Clays attention was redirected to our dad but his expression of shock remained unchanged. He inched his way forward in a trance like state. He handed Dad his report card with a look of total helplessness. My heart went out to him. Dad opened the card and when he looked up he had an expression of disappointment but there was commitment to the task at hand too. His voice was quieter now.

"Do you think Im going to go easy on you because youre the younger one?"

Our father was still seated in the chair and Clay stood directly before him with his hands in his pockets. He was shifting his weight back and forth from one leg to the other. I could tell that he was ashamed and really didnt know what to say or do. He just stood there with his hands in his pockets shifting his weight with his head tilted to the side like a dog waiting to get rapped with a rolled up newspaper. I could tell Dad knew this was hard for the kid and so it was consequently a heart strain for him too. I knew he would be firm to his word but simultaneously recognized the tenderness of the situation.

"Well, what have you got to say for yourself young man."

Clay shrugged his shoulders still holding his hands in his pockets and still swaying.

"You know what youve got coming dont you son? Youve probably been thinking about it all afternoon."

With that Dad looked to me as well. We shared a knowing look with one another. Now Dad was prolonging the anticipation time; allowing him some more time of discomfort.

"Why didnt you tell me you were falling behind in math son?"

Clay responded shyly and with intonation.

"I dont know."

"You know Ill help you with your homework if youre having trouble. You have to come to me though, otherwise how am I going to know anything is wrong?"

Clay nodded his head.

"Well, you remember that in the future. Right now were going to deal with the present."

He held the report card up and gave the kid a serious look. Then he slapped the card down on the desk. He slid his shirt sleeves up a little higher above his elbows.

"And Ive got some news for you son. After were finished here youre going to approach your schoolwork with a whole new perspective."

Clay looked down and stuck his lower lip out, head tilted, still shifting and still with his hands in his pockets. Our father cleared his throat and reached out to undo the boys belt and unsnap his pants. Clay shrunk some while this was being done and Dad had to become more firm.

"Take your hands out of your pockets."

Then he leaned over to pull the boys pants down around his ankles and at the same time looked up to me to see me watching. I felt a rush. He didnt say anything but the raise of his eyebrow asked me if I was paying attention. Without words he was letting me know that if I watched real closely I would learn how a proper spanking is administered. I sensed that our dad was building an alliance with me at that moment and it was the greatest consolation for my own sore ass that I could ask for.

He spoke to Clay.

"Son, youre always going to remember this."

He hooked his thumbs under the elastic waistband of his white briefs and took the underpants down with authority.

Clay was looking around the room bashfully. His whole head and neck turned red with embarrassment. Dad cleared his throat and reached out to pull the boy to him by the waist.

"Bend over my knee son."

Clay shuffled forward and squatted down to bend over Dads knee. His own knees were only a foot above the ground and the tops of his shoes were resting on the floor with the soles pointing up. Dad leaned forward and worked a little with theyre position so that Clays rear was staring me straight in the face. I had a perfect view of the spanking.

"Youre too young to understand this now but later on youre going to realize Daddy gave you what you needed."

He laid his hand down on Clays bare seat.

"Maybe this will teach you a lesson."

I watched mesmerized as my dad began to deliver the spanking. Every detail of that event is permanently etched in my mind as if it happened only yesterday; the demonstration of control and authority by my father, his firm conviction in applying the spanking, the expression of confidence on his face, the strength and size of his hand and how it squarely met my little brothers ass, the sound of the slaps.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP ...."Ouch"
......"Ill teach you"

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP ...."Ewww" ......"to bring home a D"

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP ...."Oh........Im sorry Dad" ......"on your report card."

Clay kicked his feet against the floor and pleaded the way I suggested but it sounded real now. I imagine that Dad was pleased with the little demonstration. It may have even motivated him to continue longer than he might have otherwise. Each sharp slap of Dads hand sent a shock wave through the flanks Clays bare white butt and thighs.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP ...."Oww.....Ill do my studies." ......"Hold Still!"

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP ...."Oww!......Oww!......Thats too hard!" ......"Youd better believe"

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP ...."Ouch.....Ill be good Dad!" ......"you will."

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP ...."Ill be good!....Ill be good!" ......"Get your ass up!"

Clay had begun to slip down off of Dads lap so that his knees were on the floor and his shirt rode up under his arms where Dads arm was wrapped around him. The well defined white area where his bathing suit had blocked the suns tanning rays was now accentuated by two bright red ass cheeks. He was whimpering and Dad growled at him in monotone even spaced syllables.

"GET...IT...UP."

Clay inched his way back into position.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP ...."Ouch!....Oh Daddy!" ......"Ill be the one"

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP ...."waaaaaaaaaaaa!" ......"to determine"

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP ...."WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" ......"When youve had enough boy."

I looked on with hungry eyes, all the time rubbing my own sore butt. Its kind of embarrassing to talk about but watching Dad spank Clay that way gave me a boner and I was vaguely aware of my dads taking a fleeting note of that fact. It didnt seem to surprise or appall him. He seemed to understand.

By the time the spanking ended and Clay was allowed to stand up his fresh little bottom was as red as a berry. He immediately began to jump up and down doing what I would call a naughty little boy dance to try and shake the burn off like it was something adhered to him. Hopping up and down gave his bawling a reverberating sound effect and I had to suppress the urge to smile.

"WaaaaAaaaaAaaaaAaaaaAaaaaAaaaa"

Dad took him by the shoulders and tried to calm him.

"Thats what happens to little boys that dont keep up with their studies."

Clay cried even louder.

"WaaaaAaaaaAaaaaAaaaaAaaaaAaaaaAaaaaAaaaa!"

Dad kept his hold of the boy, trying to make eye contact. When he did, he raised his eyebrows as if to say he knew that the stinging sensation he was experiencing on his seat was no small matter. Clay stopped jumping then.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

"You bring home another D and Ill give you another spanking just as solid as that one."

Then Dad let go of him. He continued to cry while attempting to rub the fire off of the surface of his ass.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaa....hic........Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

I watched Clay out of the corner of my eye. He slid his underwear and pants up over his ass gingerly while we received further reprimand during the signing of the cards.

On our way out of the study Dad had gotten up and I felt his hand clamp down on my shoulder to hold me back.

"You wait here just a second."

Clay had left the room and I could still here him sniffling and whimpering as he made his way down the hall. I turned to face Dad. He was looking down and I was looking up out of the top of my eyes. He spoke quietly to me.

"I never did give you a spanking on your bare bottom, did I?"

I shook my head. My hands were in my pockets now.

"Your fifteenth birthdays coming up pretty soon isnt it?"

"Yes sir"

He paused and was thinking for awhile with his hand still on my shoulder.

"Before your birthday comes."

He looked to the floor and nodded his head as if he were seeing the scene in his own minds eye.

"Im going to take your pants and underpants down"

Then he looked at me with resolve.

"Im going to take you over my knee"

He showed me his cupped hand.

"And Im going to give you a blistering youll never forget."

I felt the tingling surge again.

"Im going to give you time to think about that son."

I shrugged before my Father with bashful concern and hidden excitement. He must have realized that I needed a bare bottom spanking from him and needed to be reassured that one was on the way. Otherwise I might have let my grades drop in a desperate attempt to get it. Dad did more than make good on his promise later one afternoon when we had some man to man time alone. In short, he paddled my bare ass red then followed up by promptly taking me over his knee for a much needed good old fashion hand spanking. Ill share the details of that event with you in a future story.


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