The following story is fiction about boys getting their bottoms spanked.  The story contains scenes of spanking, strapping, paddling and slippering.  If these subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.  Dante, The Mikado and Rod Serling all came to mind with the writing of this.

This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission.  Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice.

The author would appreciate your comments – pro and con, including constructive criticism, and suggestions.  Please take a moment to email.

Click to have ​Metric units​ (​American/English units​) used in the story.

---

Punishment Day After Day

By

YLeeCoyote@juno.com

We offer for your consideration Mr. Robert Russell Reinhardt.  He was annoyed for it was late and he had missed the last bus so he would have to walk to catch one on the main street.  The municipal bus only served the high school until five p.m. on school days where he was the vice principal.  He wouldn't have minded the walk had it been a spring day with nature bursting forth but it was a very wintery day.  It was freezing cold, windy and sleeting with more than ​an inch​ (​three cm​) of slush, snow and ice already on the ground.

He trudged forward annoyed but feeling very satisfied that he had properly roasted a dozen well-deserving bottoms.  If one was naive enough to believe four mendacious naughty high school boys four innocent ones as well.  Mr. Reinhardt did not believe that it was better that ten guilty ones should escape punishment than one innocent one is punished unjustly but just the opposite.  Blackstone's formulation was not for him but instead agreeing with Bismarck on this philological point.  Besides boys are always guilty of some wrong doing for which they have not been caught nor punished so that another spanking that is just catching up is certainly A Good Thing.

He was almost at the bus stop and was delighted that one was approaching.  He started to run for it and slipped.  He hit his head hard and everything went black.

* * * * * * * * * *

The next thing Robert knew was that he was surrounded by a batch of adults one of whom was shining a blinding light in his eyes.  "Pupils responsive." said the guy with the light.© YLeeCoyote

"Hey.  What going on?" he shouted.  "Let me up." he added when he found he was strapped down.

"Relax, sonny, you had a fall and got knocked unconscious."  A couple of hours later he was released from the emergency room to his worried parents.  Their worry did not last very long for when they got him home he was yelled at for causing trouble and expense.  To make sure that he did try such stupid stunts again he got twenty cuts from his father's heavy leather belt on his bare butt.  It was more than enough to make him cry.  It was just before lights out that he managed to eat some cheap luncheon meat sandwich on stale bread for he was famished having spent dinner time in the corner with his hands on his head and his hot red butt on display.

* * * * * * * * * *

School was worse than usual this day.  Perhaps that he had banged his head made a difference or the teachers were more boring than usual but halfway through the first period he was sent to see the VP with a pink slip in his hand.  He prepared himself for the two pops that were standard for not paying attention in class.  He was overwhelmed when he was told it was for six pops since the teacher had also checked 'talking' and 'disruption'.  He almost objected but with great effort kept his mouth closed for objections always made things worse.  Six hard pops later his face was tear stained and his butt bright fiery red.  And he had to hurry back to class and was subjected to taunts during class change.

When he went to change for PE he made a terrible discovery.  His uniform was at home nice and clean in the dryer.  The coach wouldn't care about that just that he was not in it.  "Move it Reinhardt.  You got thirty seconds to be out on the gym floor or else." roared the bear of a man.  As soon as he heard the uni was at home he roared again: "Get out there in your undies, boy."  It was a bad day for that for they were old, and grayish and loose.

Out on the gym floor after the usual warmup exercises Reinhardt got his special reward.  The coach kept an old gym shoe about for this very purpose.  The coach was a man of few words and many whacks.  A one sentence pronouncement of the crime and punishment and Reinhardt was over a horse with his loose old briefs on the floor.  The coach did not care that his ass was already red from the VP's paddling for he was going to get six for forgetting his uniform.  The coach ordered him to be still and started.  Usually, he could take a few without screaming but not with his recently paddled butt.  Each one elicited a scream that he would be taunted, er, reminded about back in the locker room.  That old gym shoe was like a rubber paddle.  He resolved never to forget his uni again.

* * * * * * * * * *

The school bell rang while he was still ​more than half a mile​ (​almost a km​) from school.  He had left home at the proper time but did not expect that old man Seaton would block the narrow bridge for almost quarter of an hour with his cranky cows who seemed to want to watch the water rather than plod to the extra pasture.  He had to wait to cross and now he was late.  He knew what that would mean but bunking off would entail even worse when Dad learnt of it.  He rushed on hoping to minimize the unpleasantness.  He had to spend additional precious minutes removing the cow manure from his feet so he would be not be subjected to additional wrath for tracking it into the school.

Robert arrived just as Sockwell, the school master, had finished assigning each grade some work.  "Ah, Reinhardt nice of you to join us."

"Sorry Sir, I was delayed at the bridge since Mr. Seaton was taking a long time to get his herd across."

"You're eleven minutes late, boy.  Get into position."  He knew the protocol and did not like it.  As he went to the front of the school room, he could hear the snickers of the others happy to be entertained at his expense.  He pulled the dunce stool away from the wall and unhooked the straps that held up his bib pants.  He hated doing this but there was not any way not to.  He let his pants fall and bent over the stool grabbing the rung.  He knew that everyone was watching closely and could see everything for underwear was for city folks.  He did not have to wait long for almost immediately Sockwell checked his position with a light touch of the hickory stick.

Then the stick landed with great force on his bare butt.  It was like a nova had occurred in his ass for he saw flashes of light with the searing pain.  Before he knew what was happening, the hickory stick struck a second time with identical results – extreme agony.  He yelled for the third cut and each of the three following.  His scream for the last one was extra loud because it got him right in the crease between buttock and thigh.  It was painful to sit on the hard wooden seats.  He hoped that his father would not give him the belt for getting the stick at school.

* * * * * * * * * *

Robert had just finished answering the call of nature and was adjusting his clothes when he dropped his pen.  He had to open the stall door in order to pick it up.  It was a fateful mistake for just them the janitor came into the room.  "CAUGHT YOU BOY." the man hollered, "That's fresh graffiti."  He was grabbed by scruff of his neck and hauled down to the office.

"I caught this scoundrel – pen in hand – in the stall with fresh graffiti.  The stall I just scrubbed this morning." he explained to the VP.

"But sir, it wasn't me.  I just dropped my pen when I was dressing." he pleaded but that only made the men angry.

"Six!" snapped the VP not needing to explain six of what.  "Into position, Reinhardt."  There was nothing to do but to obey.  He dropped his pants and undies and bent over.  The paddle was raised and forcefully swung six times each one causing the boy great pain.  The paddling was over in less than a minute although the effects would take several days to pass.

"Get to class, Reinhardt.  Don't be late." ordered the VP.  The janitor thanked him and hoped the graffiti boy had learnt a good lesson.  All Reinhardt could do was ruminate at the injustice of it all.

* * * * * * * * * *

As he contemplated his sore bottom, Robert thought about the last few weeks.  He had gotten pops almost every school day and his bottom had been continuously in pain.  It was adversely affecting his school work and poor grades would mean a strapping from his father to add to his misery.

As he made his way home, he could only think about how that monster of a VP could use his paddle to cause him so much pain.  Even hell surely had to be better then his miserable life here he thought.  He heard laughter.  It was loud and raucous and from many voices.  He looked all around but he was alone.  Then he heard inside his head: "Where do you think you are – heaven?"

The End

© Copyright A.I.L. July 7, 2016

Your comments are appreciated.  YLeeCoyote@juno.com     Male Stories (without sex)     Main Directory

The URL for this page is: https://yleecoyote.netlify.app/PunishmentDayAfterDay.html

Last updated:  September 15, 2023