Kenny's first Spanking

My parents weren't really strict and they demanded respect and raised me to respect others. My mom let me get away with things but my dad never let me get away with anything. My mom also never disciplined me other than a smack or two on my butt. She would always get my dad for the discipline. This is the way it always was. My father worked for the government so he commuted every day. When I did something bad enough for my mom to tell my dad I would have to wait in fear all day long.

This is an example of one of those days. I was 10 years old, but I was rather tall for my age. I went outside to play with my friends and one of them got hurt. He fell off of the swing and broke his arm. His mother called my mother. She asked me the same questions over and over again. She asked how he fell, did he cry, what happened. Finally, after answering for the 6th time I said "Mom, you're getting on my nerves". She looked shocked and immediately told me to go to my room and that she was going to tell my father.

"No mommy. I am sorry. I love you. Please don't tell dad, please. I'll never say it again" I pleaded

"Kenny, go to your room and wait on your father now" mom screamed.

I still continued to beg and plead but it didn't help. I knew my mom would tell him, but I didn't think she would call him at work and tell him. I could hear her on the phone discussing the situation and I heard her say "Are you sure that is appropriate "then she ended up the conversation by saying "ok, I trust you".

Mom came upstairs and said "Webster, your father is going to smack you really good but until he gets home you need to take everything but your underwear off and come downstairs to stand in the corner. If you get out of the corner, you will be made to kneel against the wall holding heavy books"

I didn't dare object b/c I knew she was serious. The idea of kneeling for hours didn't appeal to me so I decided I would stand in the corner for 6 more hours. Those hours were torturous. My butt was clenching in anticipation. My dad was 6"5 and very muscular. He had never smacked me with anything but his hand, but that hurt like hell. I was ready to cry and mom was smiling.

Finally, I heard dad's car pull into the garage. He walked in and said "Webster I am so mad at you right now that I am going to have to cool down". Dad ate dinner, read the paper, talked to mom and then told me to go to my room and lie on the bed on my stomach.

I was so scared. Dad usually just put me over his knee and smacked me around a few times. I had no clue what to expect.

Dad walked in and said "Your mother told me what you said to her and that is unacceptable. I will not have a child who shows disrespect to my wife who is his mother. You will be punished so that you will never do it again. Is there anything you want to say for yourself before I start your punishment"

"I'm sorry dad? I didn't mean to tell mom she was getting on my nerves. She just asked me the same questions over and over again. I am so sorry. I'll never ever do it again. I promise. Please don't kill me" I begged.

"Webster, your mom can ask you a question a million times if she wants to and you will answer. Do you understand me? You will never ever speak to your mother in such a way again. Is that clear"

"yes sir" I cried

"Good get some pillows and put your butt up high"

I grabbed the pillows and put them under my quivering bottom. I was already crying in fear. I was lying there in nothing but my underwear. I turned around to see dad take his shirt off. He was really planning on tearing my butt up.

I felt the first smack with his hand. It landed right on the top of leg. I screamed in pain and then he hit the other leg. My legs were burning. Over and over again, one smack after the other on the tops of my legs. Then he started smacking down my left leg. I was screaming in pain and I put my hands over my left leg to help protect it from his hand. Then he picked up my shoe from the floor and smacked my hands with it.

"DO NOT PUT YOUR HANDS BACK THERE! YOU DESERVE THIS WEBSTER. Put your hands under the pillow"

I abided. I put my swollen hands under the pillow while I screamed in pain. Then dad started smacking my right leg. It was on fire. I was shaking and sobbing. I know I had handprints all over my poor legs.

Finally, dad demanded me to get up. I was shaking and crying. He demanded me to walk to my bathroom. I saw him get out a wash cloth. Then he poured shower gel all over it. He ran it under the water and told me to open up. I obeyed again.
He stuffed the wash cloth in my mouth and started scrubbing my mouth, teeth, and tongue. "You will not speak to your parents that way again". He told me to spit, but not to rinse.

I was so happy my punishment was over but I wanted to rinse my mouth out. Then he said "Webster go back to your bed, lie down like you did before, but pull your underwear down. I will return in 5 minutes and you better be the way I just told you" Dad said.

I was so scared but I didn't want to make dad angrier. I heard mom asking dad if the belt was necessary. I completely froze. My poor legs were sore and my mouth was burning so I know dad couldn't be using the belt on me. He never had before. Well he did.

Dad came in holding this long belt I had never seen him wear before. It was about 2 feet long, 3 inches wide, and really thick. He told me to hold on to the pillows and don't move. I sat there scared out of my mind bare bottomed and all. Then I felt the first sting. OH MY GOSH did it hurt. Dad swung that belt fast and hard and it went all the way across my bottom. He swung again and again. I counted 5 times. My entire butt was covered in belt marks I just knew it. I was begging him to stop but he kept going. HE was swinging the belt over and over again and I was screaming louder and louder. Then he swung at the tops of my legs. I moved out of position, I had to. It hurt so badly. Dad told me I would get 20 more for that and I begged him not to. Then Mom walked in and gasped. She told dad to stop and that I had enough. Dad made me put my underwear back on and apologize to my mom.

Through shakes, tears, and sobs I told my mom I was sorry while I was holding my butt with my hands and moving back and forth. She looked like she was going to cry when she saw me. Dad didn't feel bad at all. He told me that he loved me very much but he wouldn't tolerate me being disrespectful to my mom.

I skipped dinner that night and just stayed in my room and cried nursing my legs and butt. Mom came upstairs with some cocoa butter and some cookies. She gave me the cookies and told me to lay down on my stomach. She pulled the back of my underwear down enough to rub cocoa butter on my bottom. The stripes had turned into welts that cris-crossed. She said "I am so sorry Kenny". She gently rubbed my legs too! She said it would keep it from leaving marks and scars. She kissed my head and I felt a little better. I later found out that mom cried herself to sleep that night and was mad at dad for a while after that.

Needless to say, I never disrespected mom again and I never will. That was also the first and last time dad ever used the belt to discipline me.

The End