Detention with Corporal Punishment Part 3

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Detention with Corporal Punishment: Part 3

Ed, a student at Edison Junior High, was a boy who seldom caused trouble, but was now enduring that confusing time of his sexual awakening.  His parents had found enough soiled bed linens and underpants to know the score, so Ed’s father had the traditional “talk” with him about sex and the changes he was seeing and feeling.  In these pre-Internet days, save for that one talk and the dubious wisdom from his peers, Ed really had no sex information available to him.  So mostly, he had to figure things out for himself.

Although normally an easy-going boy, certain things began to weigh on Ed’s mind.  One was his parent’s idea of discipline.  Most of Ed’s friends were spanked, but Ed’s parents favored other punishments, usually grounding.  Ed listened to his friend’s spanking stories, and actually envied them.  Being spanked seemed simpler than grounding, and being able to brag about bravely “taking” a spanking seemed manly to him.  So being spanked seemed “macho” to Ed, not childish.

It’s normal for a teen boy to privately fantasize, but Ed found himself with two recurring fantasies.  The first was about being spanked, but the other involved a sexual infatuation with Miss Sara Russell, his school’s Guidance Counselor and acting Dean.  Miss Russell was also his school’s youngest and “hottest” female staff member.    Since Miss Russell was also the school’s sole designated spanker, Ed’s two fantasies inevitably merged together.

Typical for boys his age, Ed found himself masturbating regularly.  Ed’s masturbatory fantasies often featured Miss Russell spanking his bare bottom. From there, it was a tiny mental jump from dreaming about it, to making it really happen.

There were several ways to earn a spanking at Ed’s school, but Ed’s goal was to pick one that wouldn’t affect his permanent record, and would earn him only the minimum spanking.  Ed focused his attention on the school’s “Three Strikes” rule.  The rule was simple; violating any rule three times in the same semester earned you a “red slip”, which sentenced you to detention combined with a serious spanking.  Ed’s plan was simple and safe; simply to accumulate three unexcused tardies within one semester.       

The first tardy was the very next day.  Every school day started with a 15- minute “home room” period.  Any student late enough to entirely miss home room had to report to the school office for an admission slip.  If the student had no excuse for being tardy, the school clerk also issued the student a yellow detention slip.  Ed simply waited at home until his mother literally kicked him out of the house, and then dawdled on the way to school until he was sure to miss home room period.  The plan worked, Ed was awarded with his very first “yellow slip”.      

As required, Ed dutifully took his “yellow slip” home for his parents to sign.  His parents lectured him, signed the slip and Ed served his detention the next day after school.

Two weeks later, Ed screwed up his courage and was tardy again.  This time, he got his parent’s attention.  They gave him a stern scolding and grounded him for a week before signing the slip.  Again, Ed reported for detention the next day after school.  This time he saw Miss Russell escort a girl out of the room.  30 minutes later, the two returned.  The girl was red-faced, puffy-eyed, and obviously recently spanked.  With a swelling in his groin, Ed clenched his butt cheeks and imagined being spanked by Miss Russell.       

Ed waited a full three weeks before doing it again.  His heart pounding fiercely, he reported to the school clerk.  She checked her records in disbelief, “tut-tutted” a bit, and then issued Ed his “red slip” with instructions to get it signed and to report for detention tomorrow after school.  Ed had finally earned his spanking.  Tomorrow Ed had a “date” with Miss Russell, an appointment for a spanking.   

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When Ed got home from school that afternoon, he was surprised that his mother already knew about his “red slip”.  What Ed didn’t know, was that the Principal himself had called his mother.  They had had a long talk about discipline in general, and the recent changes in Ed’s behavior in particular.  Had he known that his mother had totally changed her mind about corporal punishment, and had phoned his father, Ed would truly have been alarmed.

“Go up to your room and start your homework” she said sternly “Stay there until we call you for supper”.

Later, Ed heard his father arrive from work, but he dutifully stayed in his room and concentrated on schoolwork.

Finally, they called him down for supper.  Supper was a quiet affair.  Nothing was said about Ed’s “red slip” until after desert.  Finally, Ed’s father asked him how much more schoolwork he had to do.  “About an hour sir” Ed replied.

“In that case, I want you in the living room at eight so we can deal with your misbehavior.  Have your school stuff finished and packed up.  I want you showered, in your pajamas, and all ready for bed.” 

“Yes sir” Ed replied, and quickly disappeared into his room.  Ed didn’t think his father’s orders terribly alarming.  When grounded, he was required to wear his PJ’s in the home as a reminder, so Ed took this to mean that he was grounded again.

 

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At the appointed time, Ed came downstairs for his “talk” with his parents.  He expected a scolding followed by announcement of a long grounding.  He only had a small fear that his parents would forbid his school spanking, which would result in some alternative punishment; probably suspension.  As it turned out, he had no reason to worry.

He found his parents in the living room, the shades drawn.  He didn’t notice at first, but a bottle of aloe lotion was sitting on a table.  On the same table was the “red slip”.  He could see that his parents had written something on it.

His father started out reasonably enough by asking him what happened to make him tardy so many times.  All Ed could manage was red-faced incoherent mumbling combined with vague apologies.  Things went downhill from there.  Ed endured a scolding, while waiting for the inevitable punishment announcement.  Father finished by reminding Ed that he had been warned after his first tardy, and been grounded after his second tardy.  “And now” he concluded, “we need another plan, since those two things didn’t work”.

At that, Ed’s father lapsed into a glum silence, leaving Ed suffering through a long, awkward pause.  Finally, Father surprised Ed by giving him a long hug.  Ed wasn’t the most observant boy, but he noticed that his father’s heart was beating furiously.  It was then, that a suspicion started to form in the boy’s mind…

“Go give your mother a hug son, then we will get down to business.”

Puzzled, Ed obeyed.  He hugged his mother and apologized for getting into trouble at school.  “We need to be sure that you really are sorry Ed,” his mother replied, “so take off those pajama bottoms for me.”

Ed looked at his mother as if she had suddenly sprouted an extra head! His mouth opened, but no sound came out.  He stood there, frozen before finally squawking “W…w…whaaaat?”  Father answered, “You heard your mother.  Drop those PJ bottoms and hand them over.  You’re done with them for tonight.”

“But…but” Ed stammered, “I’m not wearing any underpants.” 

“Great,” Mother said soothingly, “then they won’t have to come off.  Don’t worry; we’ve seen your body before.”

With his head spinning, his mouth dry, and his heart pumping furiously, Ed reluctantly obeyed, pushing down his PJ bottoms, stepping out, and then placing them in his mother’s outstretched hand.  She folded them neatly and placed them next to the lotion. 

Although it’s true that Ed’s parents had seen every part of his body innumerable times, it’s also true that there were certain parts they hadn’t seen lately.  When Mother saw the developments at Ed’s groin, she pictured the stained linens that had become a regular event, and recalled the principal’s parting words; “Your little boy is gone.  He’s been replaced by a young man with very different needs and motivations.  You may need to change how you discipline him, or you risk losing control.”  

Even in his befuddled condition, Ed was smart enough to figure out what was coming next.  He looked at his father, who pointed to the floor next to his right thigh.  Eyes wide, mouth dry, Ed obediently walked towards his fate.

“I’m…I’m supposed to get spanked tomorrow…” Ed stuttered nervously.

“We know”, Father said firmly, “But that’s at school.  Tonight it’s our turn.”

 “But” Ed objected with perfect logic, “You’ll make my bottom sore for tomorrow’s spanking.”

“You should have thought of that sooner.” Father said.  In a softer voice he explained; “We hoped to raise you without spanking you even once.  Always before, logic and non-spanking punishments worked with you.  But suddenly something’s changed so we’re forced to change too.  Other things didn’t work, so I’ll try to make this spanking painful and embarrassing enough to do the job.”

With real regret he said “Sorry son” as he guided the boy into position across his lap.

For the first time in several years, the father contemplated his son’s bare bottom.  Like many young teens, Ed was slim with coltishly long legs.  The only part of his body that seemed to retain baby fat was his buttocks.  Ed’s pure white bottom contrasted with his tanned body, making his bottom seem to blossom out.  In short, Ed had a surprisingly spankable bottom for a teenage boy. 

The father was new to spanking, but the process was hardly a mystery to him.  He had been spanked regularly as a child, and had witnessed several spankings, so he was confident that he could deliver a credible punishment. 

Ed’s head spun with a million emotions and fears.  Naturally, he was embarrassed to be waist-down naked in front of his parents, and across his father’s lap.  On the other hand, he was curious about what a spanking was really like.  And there was the fear...  Naturally, Ed was afraid of the pain, but he was more afraid of disgracing himself by acting like a baby.

The father patted and squeezed the unfamiliar territory of his son’s buttocks, taking their measure, feeling their resiliency.  He was trying to “calibrate” how much strength to put into the first spanks.

The spanking started.  The first dozen spanks were overly-tentative, and caused little reaction from Ed.  The father “recalibrated” himself, and tried again, harder this time.

After those first few spanks, Ed began to relax.  “I can take this” he thought.  But that didn’t last long.  The next salvo of spanks finally lit a bit of fire in Ed’s tush.  In spite of himself, he squirmed and grunted a bit.  Father noted Ed’s reaction and “recalibrated” his swing again, delivering ever harder spanks.  Gradually Ed’s bottom became a study in motion, with his globes flattening and jiggling from the spanks and his hips moving in every possible direction in a futile effort to move his quickly-reddening bottom away from his father’s punishing hand.  Then his legs started moving as if they had a mind of their own, kicking, spreading, bicycling, and digging his toes into the carpet.

His confidence quickly growing, Father tightened his grip on his son.  Stealing a trick from his own father, he trapped both of Ed’s legs under one of his own before doggedly resuming his fatherly duty.  Totally restrained and enduring this new flurry of spanks, Ed finally “lost it”.  Before he knew what had happened, he was bawling, screeching, begging, and making improbable promises of eternal obedience. 

Now feeling fully in control of the situation, father continued spreading spanks over the target area until he felt his son relax just a bit.  At the same time, he noted a change in his cries.  Somehow, he knew that Ed had finally surrendered himself to his punishment. 

Finally, Father sensed that it was time to end the spanking.  Keeping the crying boy firmly pinned, he stopped and inspected his work closely.  He looked up at his wife with a question on his face.  With teary eyes, Mother gave him a silent “thumbs up”.   

“Are we getting through to you Ed?” he asked.  The boy choked and fervently nodded his head.  “OK then” the father replied, “Just a few more hard spanks on your sit spots and we will be done.” 

Ed bawled “Noooooo.”

Alternating sides, Father landed four scorching spanks on each sit spot.  Ed howled anew.

Moments later, Ed was back on his feet.  His hands flew back to his bottom, but rubbing only made things worse.  Ed’s face dripped fresh tears as he tried to dance away the sting.

Partially to comfort his son, and partly to stop the embarrassing penis-wagging dance, Father stood and hugged the sobbing boy, inviting him to “cry it out” on his shoulder.  It took several minutes to calm him and dry his eyes.  The boy’s eyes widened when Father ordered him across his mother’s lap.  “She’s just going to put lotion on your bottom.” the father promised, “We’re done spanking for today.”

As Mother applied lotion to Ed’s livid bottom, the boy dripped his last few tears.  Finally she helped him back on his feet and gave him a long hug and a kiss.  

In a businesslike tone of voice, Father informed the boy that they still had “business”.  Ed nodded soberly, knowing that his punishment was far from over.  “First” Father said, we haven’t yet decided if you will be grounded.  That decision depends on your attitude over the next couple of days.”

“I’ll be good Dad.” The boy promised soberly.     

“Next,” Father continued, “there’s this ‘red slip’.  He handed the form to Ed.  “Read what we wrote on it where our signature is supposed to go.”

Wiping one rogue tear from his eye, the boy read out loud “Please see attached note.”  “We haven’t written that note yet.” Father explained, “But we know what it’ll say.  We’ll dictate it, but you get to write it.”

With that, they led the boy to the kitchen, where he found a pen and paper waiting on the kitchen table.  They pointed him to a chair.  With his tender and still-bare bottom planted on a hard dinette chair, the parents handed the boy the pen.  “Use your best handwriting” Father commanded, “We want Miss Russell to be able to read every word.”  Then he started dictating.  With increasing horror, Ed had no choice but to write down every damning word.  It felt like writing his own death warrant…

Dear Miss Russell:

We are sorry for the trouble that Ed has caused. We’ve tried to get him to tell us why he has been tardy so many times, but to no avail. He has plenty of time in the morning, and only a short walk to school.  We must conclude that Ed got himself into trouble purposely.

When you see his bare bottom, you might notice that we have already spanked him.  No doubt, that tender bottom will make the spanking you give him more painful for him.  But please don’t reduce his punishment.  On the contrary, we feel that Ed’s wanton disregard of school rules merits a maximum punishment.  We suggest the paddle.  If you leave marks on his bottom, that will be OK.             

Please tell us immediately if you have any more issues with Ed.

Thank you;

Father picked up the completed letter and read every word before signing it.  He handed it to Mother, who also signed it.  She stapled the form and letter together, and then sealed them in an envelope with Miss Russell’s name on the outside.

Writing the letter forced Ed’s thoughts to tomorrow’s “date” with Miss Russell; suddenly it didn’t seem like such a great idea!  How could he have been boneheaded enough to want a spanking?  Despite his fantasies about getting spanked, he had found nothing sexy or manly about the reality of being spanked by his father.  Unlike his friends who bragged they could “take it”, Ed felt completely disgraced.  He had cried like a baby! What would Miss Russell think if he acted that way tomorrow?

The parents escorted the still bare-bottomed boy to his bedroom and tenderly put him to bed.  They left him face-down, with a single sheet over his still-livid bottom.

Alone in the dark, Ed soon felt a familiar tingle in his groin.  He reached down to manipulate the growing hardness.  Somehow his burning bottom made his self-stimulation feel far more intense than ever before.  Suddenly the fantasy was back, and (in his mind) so was Miss. Russell!  Lying bare-bottomed across her silken thighs seemed like a wonderful dream!  Suddenly, though very temporarily, tomorrow’s “date” seemed like a good idea again. 

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