Tyron felt like he was on top of the world.  He was on his way to his first date with Delia – the girl of his dreams.  She was also the dream date of most of the fifteen-year-old boys in his ninth grade class but he had the hope of beating them out by becoming her boyfriend.  He even had aspirations of getting to first base on this first date.  The idea of even second base, not to mention the others, was not even to be considered at this time.© YLeeCoyote

What he was not prepared for was the intense grilling by her father.  It seemingly went on for ages with question after question like this was a lifetime commitment.  And that was followed by a long list of rules, perhaps more precisely, mostly things not to do which was followed by even more questions.  Eventually the pair went off rushing to make the movie start time.  He was pleased that she allowed him to hold her hand during the film.

A visit to the Ye Old Ice Cream Shoppe was absolutely required as he had to treat her generously.  Of course, he wanted to be seen by his classmates to boast his status.

The trouble started in the park on the walk home although they did not know it.  They took a convoluted route home as that would provide more privacy to sit and get to know each other better.  Tyron felt that Delia was just as happy as he was hanging about First Base.  He also decided not to push things and scare her off for slow and steady gets the prize.

As they did not pay close attention to the time they did not get back before her curfew as set by her father Dad.  It was only seconds after they closed the door that the roaring started.  Her dad was outraged and he quickly let them (and everyone else within a mile or two) know of his displeasure.  She was ordered to wait in the corner after very quickly fetching the dreaded hairbrush.  All she was able to add to the conversation was a meek “Yes, Father.”  Tyron was surprised that she ran to getting the brush.

The man’s attention then turned to the errant boy whom he berated harshly.  Tyron was shocked at the venomous tone in addition to the fact that he was going to beat his daughter.  Some of the horrid images he had from his grandfather’s tales of the Old Country filled his head.  The line “Another was crippled for life by twenty blows of the knout” whirled through his head.

Eventually, the rant was finished and he was directed to stand and watch Delia suffer her fate being spanked.

“Sir!” he exclaimed loudly “Please do not spank Delia.  It was my fault that we were late not hers.”  Tyron would not have been able to explain his chivalrous action.

“I don’t have your father’s permission, boy.”

“You have mine, Sir.  My father would most certainly approve.”  Actually he really did know as his father did not spank him but just the thought of Delia being spanked was horrifying and he had do his best to prevent it.

The man paused and actually considered the option.  “Very well get the hairbrush, drop your pants and get over my lap.”

“No, Sir, the hairbrush is for females and laps are for little kids.” he said boldly as he pulled the belt from his pants adding “A young man gets the belt” as he had learnt from reading spanking stories.  Then he handed his belt to the man and dropped his pants and undies and bent over the end of the couch.  “Ready, Sir.”  He was as nervous as hell and prayed that the Monster would start before he lost his nerve.

Tyron did not have to wait long.  The Monster took his place and raised the belt.  Then he saw stars and felt his butt go on fire.  He clenched his teeth and suppressed a yell. «I must take this like a man!» he thought to steel himself.

Tyron lost count as each vicious stroke inflected its pain.  Eventually the Monster said “Done.”

Tyron got up and through his teary eyes saw that Delia had been watching.  They exchanged smiles.

“Pull up your pants and go, boy.” was the order and he did.  He heard Delia being ordered to get to bed immediately.

Tyron walked home slowly very aware of his freshly roasted bottom wondering what the future would bring.

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Delia was full of emotions after her date with the most chivalrous Tyron which saved her tender derriere from a harsh spanking with the horrid hairbrush.  It was the sort of act that she read about in the romance novels but never imagined actually happened.  But it had.  And for her!  It was thrilling beyond words.

The End

The line “Another was crippled for life by twenty blows of the knout” is from the poem I Am an American (1916) by Elias Lieberman.  One of the sites it can be found is: https://brooklynjewish.org/elias-leiberman/  Return