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The following story is fiction. It is a scene of a (parental)
spanking. If such subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you
are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.
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Blind Justice
by
Y. Lee Coyote
Things had gotten out of control on that Friday night. Jerry and
his friends had gotten hold of a case of beer and they all
quickly got drunk. A pack of seventeen year old boys tends to be
wild and when drunk even wilder. They were quite wild that night
and there were a dozen very unhappy householders the next morning
when the result of the night activity were exposed under the
reveling glare of the morning sun.
Jimmy did not see the glare for he slept well into the afternoon.
When he finally got up and recovered from the aftereffects of the
beer he felt real great about the fun he had the previous night.
When the 'goddamn cowardly juvenile delinquents' were never
caught he felt even better.
Two weeks later he did not feel so good about things. The tree
still had a broken branch. The spray paint art work was still on
the garage door. The old lady's flower bed still had not
recovered. He definitely did not feel good about that night.
He talked with his buds and they tried to fix things. By the
dawn early light they did what they could. A tree branch does
not mend so they pruned it cleanly. A white garage door is
easily repainted if you're a agile youth with some paint and a
brush. Preparing a flower bed takes a back that little old
ladies don't have but youths do.
The old lady had been smiling for the first time since then as
she happily planted the nursery flowers (she found on her porch)
in the miraculously prepared flower bed. The garage owner was
seen painting the edges of the door with the paint they had left.
The truncated tree branch would remind him of that night daily
until he moved.
The neighborhood residents could not figure out what was
happening but it was a lot better the first mysterious event that
had wrought destruction.
Jerry was happier but soon felt that something was still wrong.
Although the damage he and his buds had caused was fixed as much
as possible there was still the residue left and the aguish and
pain of others. This gnawed at Jerry for almost two weeks. He
did not want to confess to his father. Not only would he then be
in big trouble he would also be ratting on his friends. And then
there was the matter of punishment. Almost two years ago his
father had stopped spanking him and switched to other methods of
punishment. As much as he did not want to be spanked like a
little boy, he hated being grounded for a month or more. There
were oh so, so many things to do when you're seventeen -- games,
dances, movies, and just hanging with friends.
He thought about all this long and hard. He made a decision. In
many ways it was his first truly adult decision. He told his
father that "We need to have a talk." The exact words he had
heard every time he had messed up enough to rate a spanking. "My
room at 9, please." he added. That was when and where dad always
did this sort of thing. Many a time he cried himself to sleep
with a burning hot bottom thinking about what he had done wrong.
At exactly the appointed time his father came to his room even
pausing to knock. He had set up the room as he had to when he
was to be punished. The chair away from the desk so that dad
could sit in it and he could lie naked be over dad's lap for a
well deserved spanking. His father recognized the setup although
they no longer used it. (A man-to-man in the den was now the
practice.) Dad took the seat as he knew his son expected him to.
Jerry was seated on the bed dressed has he had often been told to
preparatory to be spanked -- just a T-shirt and briefs. (I
though that he has switched to boxers now, mused dad along with
other things.)
Dad waited for his son to speak. It took Jerry a while before he
could say it. It was not easy to say particularly without the
usual preceding 'serious chat' from dad. Jerry took a deep
breath and spat it all out at once:
"Ibeennaughty.I'veearnedaspanking,dad." He was now irrevokable
committed. No matter what happened dad would have to be told
more.
"Tell me about it, son." said dad wisely.
After a pause Jerry tried to explain. "Me and the guys did some
very stupid things a few weeks ago. It was as bad as that stuff
I did four years ago when you really gave it to me. I acted like
a kid and should be punish like a kid, father."
"What did you do?"
"Sorry but I can't tell you because there would be too many
ramifications. Please spank me like that time."
"I could ground you."
"Grounding is for more grown up things and I would resent you for
it."
"You _want_ a spanking?"
"No; I don't _want_ a spanking. I _need_ a spanking; a very
severe spanking with a strapping afterwards. I acted like a kid
and should be punished like a kid. Like when I was thirteen and
you gave me the hardest spanking of my life ever."
"You gave yourself a fair trial? Could you be overreacting?"
"Yes and no, dad."
"Are you sure about this?"
"Yes, absolutely certain. I deserve the hardest spanking of my
life." Jerry sniffled as he spoke in a little boy's voice.
Dad thought for a few minutes. "Alright because I really believe
that you need a spanking although I don't know why. But you are
to write a letter explaining everything -- what you did and why
you need to be punished this way. And what you expect to do in
the future. You'll write this tomorrow and then seal it in an
envelope which we won't open until your twenty-first birthday
unless YOU decide otherwise."
"OK, dad."
Dad indicated that Jerry was to stand in front of him. Jerry
removed the T-shirt and stood in front of his dad. "You been a
very naughty little boy acting like you have. You are going to
get a severe spanking so that you won't do such stupid things
again. Jerry lifted his head enough to nod. Then his dad
reached forward and pulled down his briefs. Jerry really hated
this. No matter how often it happened it always felt like the
first time. He was not use to having his privates exposed and
felt strange. He had no problems in the school locker room or
even going skinny dipping. This was different. It was part of
the punishment and he hated it. This time was even worse for he
now had pubes that his father had never seen.
He stepped out of his briefs. His father gave a gentle tug at
his pubes. "You grown a bit, son, you don't look like a boy any
more." A different gentle tug and he laid across his father's
lap for the first time in more than two years. His father's
strong hand clamped itself about his waist and held him tightly.
This was a familiar situation. Long ago he learnt that he could
not get away and that it was best not to try. That he was now
bigger and stronger was not of any matter. He _knew_ that he
could not get away. He _knew_ that he had totally lost control.
But this time he _knew_ that he did not want to get away. Dad
rubbed his butt a bit and then raised his hand.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
They were hard as appropriate for a youth but they came with
words for a boy. "You have been very naughty, son. You have
earned this spanking. You must mend your ways. You must grow up
and act your age. You're not a baby any more." And then more
hard spanks turning the receptive target red.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Dad realized that there was a difference. His hand was feeling
this much more than in the past for his son had both a bigger and
harder target than before. Thankfully he picked up the hairbrush
Jerry had left for him. He brought it down on the tenderized
target many times.
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
Jerry was sobbing and then he was crying. The spanking
continued. The lecture continued. The crying continued and the
promises started.
"I'll beeee goooood. Neeeeeveeeer aaaagaaaaiiiin, Iiiiii
proooomiiiisseeee. Pleeeeaaaaseeee stooooooooooooooop."
But, of course, dad did not stop. He took the hairbrush up
again. Up and down that is for an another barrage .
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
The crying stopped. The promises stopped. The wriggling
stopped. Jerry went limp and started bawling like he hadn't
since he was ten. The hairbrush was put aside and dad shifted
back to his hand. He liked the intimacy of the hand and gave a
few more for effect.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK! SPANK!
Dad lifted Jerry up and bend him over the bed with his knees on
the floor. He took up the belt and gave his bawling son ten hard
strokes with his heavy belt.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK!
At least two got his thighs and one the sensitive crease between
leg and butt. Jerry howled at that one extra loud.
He stopped and lifted up his son once again. He laid him in the
bed on his stomach and sat next to him rubbing his back gently
until he stopped bawling and then until he stopped crying. It
was a long time before Jerry spoke but his father was patient.
He would be there as long as his son needed him.
Jerry rolled over, wincing in pain as his butt felt the sheets.
He reached up to his father who met him halfway. They hugged.
They hugged again. "Dad, I'm sorry, I promise that I won't do it
again. I love you, dad."
"I love you too, Jerry." Dad kissed his son. They hugged for a
long time. Jerry fell asleep and his father turned him over on
his belly and covered him.
* * * * * * * * * *
Dad went to speak to Jerry's mom. "Our baby is becoming a man.
I just spanked him for the last time."
"Spanked him? We stopped that two years ago. What did he do?"
"I don't know, dear, he wouldn't tell me. He tried, convicted
and sentenced himself. He took responsibility like a man and
then demanded punishment like a boy. I feel like that statue on
top of the courthouse."
The End
© Copyright A.I.L. December 16, 1999
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