The Problem© Y Lee Coyote
The three Ziegler brothers – seventeen-year-old Bruno, sixteen-year-old Felix and fifteen-year-old Timo – were terribly worried. They lived in a conservative state and there were harsh punitive laws that were applied to drug – including marijuana – users. The abutting state, however, was very different and had legalized even recreational use of marijuana and where it was readily available legally.
The news reports from some upstate counties stated that they were using drug sniffing dogs not only generally but in the high schools. Those picked out by the dogs were immediately suspended from school for at least two weeks. That could easily impact graduation, advancement and college and work opportunities for life.
The brothers did not use drugs, even pot, so they were not worried until their county indicated it would be using K-9 sniffers also. However, since their dad had become a frequent user and the house was a miasma of stink their clothes reeked of weed.
Solutions
There was only one person that they could trust not to rat out their father to the narcs – Gramps. They went to see him and explained the problem. Gramps was not very surprised but the three brothers were shocked by his response.
“Damn! He’s at it again.” declared Grampa. “He solemnly promised never to touch the cursed weed again when he was seventeen.”
“Dad’s been a user since he was in high school. That’s terrible.” snapped Timo. “He risks years in the joint.”
“What did you do then to get him to stop? And more importantly what can we do now?” asked the practical Felix.
“It wasn’t easy and took several weeks. I grounded him and spanked him a score of times. The first spankings were simple OTK hand spankings but I quickly advanced to a small paddle the size of a hair brush and then onto a belt. As that wasn’t effective soon I was using the strop. I’m sure that he boasted to you about getting on his bare tail. That seemed to get his attention in a serious way for he literally couldn’t sit for a week.”
“Was it effective, Grandpa?”
“Yes, when I got up to ten hard cuts per session well laid on. That’s when your dad promised never ever again. He certainly kept his word while he was still living under my roof. But, alas, apparently he has regressed.”
“Can you spank him again, Grandpa?” they asked.
“If it were only once that would be practical but it going to take many spanking so you three will have to deal with your father. Now let me get something from the attic.”
They started to talk about this wondering how they would accomplish such a difficult task when gramps returned. He was carrying the strop and a bottle of a leather conditioner.
“Here is the strop. The very one that got him to make that now broken promise. He should know that for it will be more effective that it is the same one. Use the leather conditioner when you get home and let it do its thing for a day before you do yours. You have my blessing for this difficult undertaking.”
The three returned home and conditioned the strop. They discussed how to use it and get dad into position.
Execution
That evening at dinner they talked with their father about breaking the law and putting their life prospects in grave danger. Of course, they mentioned and emphasized his promise he made long ago to his own dad about never again.
Dad replied with some wishy-washy words but they were not convincing in the least. The next day when he came home they jumped him and were ready with ropes. A couple of ropes flipped over his head to mid-chest that had one-way slip knots got him restrained so he could be overpowered.
The three of them got his pants down and bent him over the end of the couch. A reasonable if not optimum position with his butt up and exposed.
Then dad was shown the strop and reminded that it was an old friend. An old friend who was once again going to speak sense to him and again convince him to stop that horrid habit that was stinking up house and worse.
With that, Bruno raised the strop and brought it down hard on his father’s naked butt. A wide stripe formed as the man yelled in pain. The pain he knew all to well two decades earlier. Over and over Bruno told his father he must change his ways punctuating frequently with the strop as his brothers held him in position.
Then Felix took the strop and wielded in the same way. The target was now red and sensitive and his cuts made a deep impression. Dad was howling but not promising after the second set of ten cuts.
Timo then had his turn but a feeble “I promise.” made him pause. It took some effort until the man said “No more weed – I promise.” The youths were not optimistic that it was meant but time would tell.
Time in this case was just a couple of days on the weekend. The youths came home from the game in the park and discovered dad toking away behind the garage with a neighbor’s grandson Stan. When they confronted them they did not need the ropes for they were both mellow from the THC. They dragged them both to the picnic table.
They decided to punish their father first. While Bruno held the unsteady Stan, Felix and Timo dealt with dad. His pants came down and he was pulled across the table. Then the heavy strop did its job ten times from both youths along with reminders of past promises. Their father was yelling that he was sorry and making the would never do it again promise. They left him on the grass and turned to Stan.
Stan was not as compliant as their dad and it took some effort to yank down his jeans and began stropping him. The lecture was basically the same. He howled and cursed as his sorry butt was turned red hot.
Neither had the resistance like before and they were made to get their stash and burn it in the grill. When they complained that it was a waste the brothers agreed with “It’s enough to pay the rent for ten years in the Big House.”
Stan hobbled away hoping to find something cooling at home. He was not like the frat boy who boasted about how macho he was when his frat brothers paddled him. Dad got more lectures about keeping his promises and the dangers of weed.
After a few weeks of stroppings dad seemed to keep his promises although they carefully monitored him. Gramps was proud of his grandsons and delighted that the repeated therapy had worked.
Everyone was happy except the out-of-state dispensary (who lost a customer) and the strop which then languished forgotten in a drawer.