The following story is fiction about boy getting spanked and strapped publically.  The story contains scenes of spanking and strapping.  If these subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.

This is a rewrite of Risk – Version I but with a different outcome.  It starts the same way.

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Risk – Version II

By

YLeeCoyote@juno.com

The day did not start well.  Even before breakfast Dad and I were arguing about some nothing that was super important at the moment.  Anyway, we left at the usual time with Dad to go to work after dropping me at the bus stop to get the bus to school.  If only I had kept my mouth closed for that five minute ride things would have been different.

At the bus shelter, dad got out of the car and growled as I also exited to head to the waiting area.  His growls were of the form "I've had quite enough of your attitude, young man."  I don't think it was necessary to explain in any more detail.  Actions speak louder than words and Dad was more than shouting.  He grabbed me, bent me over and gave me a half dozen spanks on my tail.  Right there in public!  Right there where a few others from my school were watching with saucer eyes and bigger grins.

"Have you learnt your lesson, young man?" was Dad's question, as always.

If we had been at home that would have been the end of it for I would have just said "Yes, Sir." understanding the warning and retreating to my room to prevent a real spanking.  But I could see and hear the snickers immediately from the appreciative audience.

It was well known that I got spanked at home for I never kept that a secret.  Unfortunately, I got teased about it.  The teasing was not so much that I was spanked but that spanking was for babies.  And those few smacks on my jeans' seat were, to be honest, quite babyish.  No one would believe me now that I really got hard spankings with a strap.  I could sense my status disintegrating as rapidly as a snowman in a warm spring thunderstorm.© YLeeCoyote

I had an idea.  With some hesitation I replied: "Er, … no."  That was sure to make Dad mad.

It did!

In less time than it takes to tell about it, Dad grabbed me and with all his experience he had my jeans and briefs down in an instant.  He sat on the bench and effortlessly, pulled me over his lap and resumed spanking me with me danging at both ends like a baby.  This was not what I expected.  He was supposed to use the belt with me bent over as a young man should be spanked with a strap.

The pain level soared as Dad spanked good and hard.  In this position it is in possible not to act like a like baby.  In a minute I was not only crying but bawling like an infant.

"Have you learnt your lesson, young man?" Dad asked again.

"Yes, Father.  I have.  Thank you." I said as respectfully as I could through my sobs.

"Get on your bus, Shad." he ordered.  I pulled up my pants and ran.

I flashed my school pass at the driver.  "Hold on tight as I don't suppose you want to sit today, kid." he laughed as I moved back into the bus.

I did not get very far.  "You're a big crybaby!  My little brother doesn't cry so much." sneered a girl a grade below me about her brother.  This is what I feared.  I didn't have anything to say to her.

A girl in the grade above me gave me a big smile and said: "You got a cute little red butt, Shad."  She stood up and wiped my eyes and cheeks with a tissue like I was her kid brother before I could stop her.  Then it got worse just as we went around a curve so I had to hold on with my one free hand she held the tissue to my nose and said: "Blow."  I had been sniffling but that's what I needed to do but unfortunately, I was doing it like a little boy.

By the next stop I got to the rear of the bus where the guys were.  There were four – two from my stop and two who were already on the bus.  One was a friend, two just schoolmates and the last was best to avoid.  They all had seen me getting it and turned into a crybaby.

"That was a great show you were the star of, Shad." sneered the first just dripping with sarcasm.

"What did you do to piss your dad off like that?" asked my friend.

"Nothing.  He just got ticked off." I replied trying to be cool and macho.

"Is that how you take it like a man, crybaby?" said the third giving me a thumb down.

It was a few minutes later after we got off the bus as we all walked to the school gate a block away that I felt a punch on my shoulder.  It was harder than a buddy punch.  "OK, Shad, now we all seen how you get spanked – just like a baby.  And how you BAWL just like a baby.  So you can stop telling us lies about your fantasy manly strappings."  It was from the one to avoid.  I was devastated.

After lunch while we all were heading back to class, a few of the guys forced me into the john and insisted on seeing my battle scars.  They laughed at my hot red butt.  "He's missing the strap marks he always brags about." said one.

Another yanked my belt from my jeans.  "We can easily fix that." he said as he swung the belt at my tenderized butt.  I yelled for the first cut as several guys held me in place.  A couple of hands quickly covered my month to keep me quiet for the rest but the tears were soon falling.  A couple of minutes later I was alone.  It took me a few minutes to recover and clean up.  I was late for class.  I got a detention.

My gamble had backfired and I was worse off by far.

The End

© Copyright A.I.L. October 18, 2017

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