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The following story is fiction about parental spanking includes a scene of a spanking. If this subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.
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The two of them were alone: the man and the youth – the father and the son – for wife/mother had gone out. There was not any dispute about the facts. The full garbage cans by the garage were clear evidence that they had not been put by the curb for the scheduled pick up. The test paper laying on the table showed a large flaming-red "F" which clearly indicated neglect. The youth had already admitted that he failed and that he even deserved to be punished. The question, therefore, had been reduced to how.
The air was filled with trite phases, quoted here in random order, e.g.,
"… too old for that."
"It's not fair."
"It has to be done on the bare."© YLeeCoyote
"None of my friends get punished that way."
"The paddle hurts much more than the belt."
"Grounded."
"It's for your own good."
"It's unlawful."
"It's only unlawful when it is abuse."
"The strop hurts much more than the paddle."
"No allowance."
"Spanked."
What brought it all to a conclusion was: "Please … be reasonable, please."
"Alright, I give up. We'll do it your way. Get ready."
"Thank you."
A short time later the father was sitting in the simple chair and holding a short leather strap. The youth was naked and laying across his father's lap.
"Remember, this is what you asked for, Son." said the father as he raised his hand for the first spank.
SMACK!
OOWWWW!
A few minutes later, the youth was alone and laying on his bed crying. The spanking had hurt like the blazes and he (once again) resolved to do his chores and study more for school. Being spanked was not fun at all but the loss of his allowance and being grounded was even worse. What he couldn't understand was why his father thought that spanking was harmful for he often boasted how his own father had roasted his own sorry butt when he was a boy and that it did him a lot of good.
On the bright side (other than his glowing tail) was that he would have the money to get a present to take to the birthday party on Saturday. He was even able to smile at the thought that he might win the lottery to give the birthday spanking.
The End
© Copyright A.I.L. January 22, 2010
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