Maximilian was an arrogant boy who was good but not outstanding on the athletic field at his secondary school. He thought that he was his deity’s gift to Earth although no one save his father thought so. Examination of his school record would have shown he was consistently in the lowest quartile of his class.© Y Lee Coyote
It was a few days after the midterm reports were out that he went to Mr. Tellyrope’s classroom after the last bell had sounded for he had a message to deliver. “Just to warn you, Pops says that if my grades don’t improve, someone's getting a spanking!”
“It sounds like your father thinks that you should do better and I agree.” replied the teacher. “I would suggest that you study a lot more and check out the school’s student-to-student tutoring program. But do you have any particular questions about your studies now, Maximilian?”
“Nope.” he replied flippantly and left.
Mr. Tellyrope sighed and tsk’ed for he knew, along with other teachers, that the boy could do much better if he applied himself.
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That night Maximilian had a vivid and very wet dream. He had brought home a test that was inscribed with a GREAT BIG FLAMING-RED F! That his father was not pleased at all was the understatement of the year. The next day after the final bell, his father accompanied him into Mr. Tellyrope’s classroom.
“See here, Tellyrope,” snorted his father, “I sent a warning about Maximilian’s grades not improving. This is disgraceful! Failure has consequences.” Then without another word he grabbed Tellyrope and sat on one of the sturdy chairs. With amazing dexterity he opened the man’s pants and yanked them and his underpants to his ankles before flinging him his over his lap.
The spanking was long and hard quickly turning the man’s posterior flaming red (to match the test grade) and even provoking cries of pain and some tears. Of course, Mr. Tellyrope was no match for the very strong and irate father.
“Get the paddle from the wall, son, and give him a few pops. And make them count.” he said when he stopped spanking.
Maximilian did not hesitate to obey his father as he often did and dashed to get the paddle. He joyfully delivered a half dozen whacks and causing howls from the failed red-rumped teacher.
After pushing the man to the floor, he said: “You were warned, Tellyrope.” And they left.
When Maximilian arose he knew that he had had a very wet dream but could only remember that it had been Tellyrope who had been spanked by his dad and that he had used the paddle.
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It was a few weeks later that Maximilian failed a major test. When he showed his shameful test result to his father the man, not surprisingly, was outraged.
Maximilian told his father that he had passed on the warning about spanking to Tellyrope but it obviously was not effective.
“Passed on? What do you mean? That warning was for YOU, boy.”
The boy was shocked! “What? ME?” he cried.
“Of course you. Did you think I meant your teacher. You obviously did not apply yourself as you should have. Now, upstairs, strip and wait in corner with your hands on your head. I’ll be up in a few minutes.”
The surprised boy was too scared not to obey immediately. It had been years since he had been ordered to prepare for a spanking. Waiting soon seemed to be an eternity yet it would be worse when it was over.
A while later his father came into his bedroom. He summoned the boy from the corner and lectured him about responsibility and warned that next time would be worse. The young teen was ashamed to be dragged over his father’s lap like a wittle boy but here he was.
Then it started. The first spank was harder than any that he remembered from when he was younger. Over and over the spanks rained down like a torrential downpour inflicting pain unlike any he had known before. It was more than he could bare and he could not hold back his howls nor his tears. He was fully bawling well before the spanks stopped.
Dad lectured him more as he sobbed and then introduced him to his grandpa’s razor strop. “Your grandad made sure I remembered that I earned a spanking by using this on me. It is most effective as you are about to find out. Lay on the bed with your butt out for this experience.”
The boy hesitated and thought about whining that he learnt his lesson but his guardian angel told him to obey and not anger his father further. He got into position.
The strop was raised and brought down forcefully. Maximilian howled like a banshee as the pain filled his body. Each additional cut induced the same response. After six cuts dad stopped leaving his son in agony.
Slowly, over the next few hours, Maximilian began to understand that he must apply himself to avoid a most painful repeat.