Joel Buys a Fanny Paddle P1
Author: Writer8322@aol.com
After Joel became my dad, he
invested a lot of time and energy into the
role. I was proud to have Joel for a
father. He has big and handsome with curly blond hair
and a big barrel chested body. Although he was only a year
and a half older than me, our age difference seemed much
greater. First of all because I was small and skinny
with big brown eyes and glasses and secondly, because Joel was
big, brawny, smoked a pipe all the time, and was a
take-charge sort of person.
During our father/son period, Joel seemed to have lots of girl
friends who were attracted to his masculine good looks and an air
of sophistication that hung around him. They also seemed
attracted to my role with Joel. Some of them thought I was
Joels little brother, but Joel told several of them that he
was my legal guardian. Joel insisted that I
call him Dad at all time, even in front of other
people, so as time went by a legend grew up at my junior high
school and Joels high school about Joel being my guardian.
Of course I had to answer a lot of questions about this, but I
was up for all of them. My imagination was stimulated
by the whole situation and my verbal skills rose to new levels of
story-telling. Besides, it was all true. Joel
was my dad. I felt he was, he felt he was and we
lived it fully. One embarrassing example occured one day
during lunch at my school.
I was out in the school yard with my friend when I spotted Joel
sitting on a bench by the fence smoking his pipe. He was
surrounded by three of his high school cronies and they were
watching me.
When I saw Joel, I grinned and headed toward him, but I
almost stopped in my tracks when I saw that he was frowning
around his pipe. He was sitting with his legs spread
far apart and one hand was drumming ominiously upon his
knee. With his other hand he beckoned to me with a
finger.
Is that your guardian? one of my friends asked.
I nodded.
He looks mad, the boy said.
I walked up to Joel. His friends poked each other and
smiled. One of them, a tall boy with very dark hair,
clicked his tongue and shook his head.
Hello, dad, I said nervously. Is
something wrong?
Joel puffed on his pipe and talked around the pipe
stem. Your math teacher called the house,
he said. Joel had told me to give the school his private
phone number to fill in on the school form that said,
Parents Home Phone. Of course
I did what my dad told me to do.
Your math teacher said that you missed two assignment and
failed your last test on decimals. You didnt tell me
you were having trouble.
I looked around at Joels high school friends, my friends
and a group of boys that sensed that a scene was taking
place. Joel and I were the center of a group.
Cant we talk about this at home? I asked
sheepishly.
Joel gave an angry puff on his pipe and pulled it from his
mouth. I want to hear a little more respect when
youre talking to me, son, he said.
I...Im sorry, I said, its
just....
Its just that you didnt tell the truth, that
what its just, Joel said putting the pipe back in his
mouth. Its just that you need a little
lesson.
My face turned red, and hot, I could feel sweat bloom on my
forehead like acne.
Give him a spankin, one of Joels friends
said. Thats what my dad did to me when I was a
little kid like him.
There was a murmur in the crowd. Most of it was just sound
in my ears, the blood rushing through my head drowned out the
words, but it didnt drown out Joels words.
Come right over to me, he said, using his pipe to
point to the space between his knees.
I walked up and stood between Joels knees. Joel put
his pipe in his mouth and took hold of both my arms.
His hands were big and strong and held me in place.
I have to give you a spanking, Sandy, he said
intimately, just as though there wasnt a crowd around
us. His voice was deep and serious and everyone got
quiet to hear it. I have to take down your pants, put
you on my lap and give you a good paddy wackin and if you
make a fuss, Ill take off my belt and strap you with
it. Do you want me to do that?
I started to cry, both from fear and embarrassment. Joel
had never punished me in public before.
Joel gave me a little shake. Do you want me to give
you the belt? he asked loudly.
N-no.
No, who? he said loudly.
No, daddy, I said.
Joel puffed his pipe and undid my pants. I whimpered when
he got a fist-grip on the waist ban, but without any hesitation
he pulled them down to my ankles and then picked me up and laid
me in his lap. His left hand pressed against the back of my
head and his right hand took hold of the waist band of my briefs.
Yeah, said a kid. Give it to him on his
bare behind. All fathers spank their sons on their bare
behind.
Joel pulled my underpants down to my knees, and I sobbed so that
my tears fell on the ground. I could feel Joels knees
under my chest and crotch. I could feel his left hand
against the back of my head and his right hand laying, now,
across my bare bottom. I wished he would leave it
there, so my shame would be covered, but he didnt.
Suddenly, his hand rose over his head. I thought it would
come crashing down, but it hung there for a moment while Joel
uttered the words, those cliche words that are the province of
all fathers who spank their sons. He said, This
is going to hurt me more than it hurts you. And with
that his large, heavy palm smashed down.
The sound of that first spank sounded like the crack of a
gun. I felt certain that the whole schoolyard would feel
it, but in another instant I didnt care about that, because
the impact hit my nervous system. My whole body jumped on
his lap, and Joel pressed me firmly down. I could feel the
reddening imprint of his palm on my right buttock cheek.
His hand rose again.
Ooooh, daddy, I said trembling, more tears rolled
down my nose and my hands hung over Joels knee my fingers
splayed.
CRACK! The palm smacked across the left buttock
cheek.
CRACK! The palm smacked the same spot.
I cried out.
CRACK! The palm smacked the same spot again.
Oooow, daddeeee, no more! I begged.
CRACK! The palm smacked at the top of my rights buttocks.
CRACK! The palm smacked the same spot.
Look at the handprints on his butt! someone said.
Another kids ruffled my hair, Thats all right,
kid, the hair-ruffler said, your dad knows
whats good for you.
CRACK! Joel began working at the bottom of the
backside, where I sat down. Now, I was beginning to
lose control. Joel had to move his left hand from the
back of my head to across my back and around my side. He
held me in place and continued with the spanking.
CRACK! His palm hit the center of my bare behind and
pressed into the place where my cheeks came together. I
felt the impact right on my anus.
CRACK! He spanked the same spot.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! He spanked the
same spot over and over.
Waaaaah! I wailed. No more!
No more!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! ill give you
No more! Joel stormed. He sounded
angrier than he had at the start.
I tossed my head from side to side and my tears fell
continuously. I was bawling and kicking. My pants
were starting to bunch up on my shoes.
Are - you - going - to - do - your - homework?
Joel said, punctuating each word with another spank.
My backside was swelling up I could feel it. As it
swelled, it felt like my anus was bulging forward. It felt
like Joel was spanking that very private part of myself.
The burning and aching of the muscles in my behind was intense.
Yes! Yes! Dadddeeeee. I will. I
promise.
Whale im! some excited boy cried out.
Joel stopped wacking me and now he was holding me in place and
gently easing my underpants back up. He relaxed his grip on
my back so that I could raise up as he pulled them over my sore
bottom. I knew that Joel did that in consideration of
my being exposed. A dad might see his sons
penis, but noone else. The backside, bared for a
spanking, was a different matter. Joel had taught me that
lesson this day.
Now Joel lifted me off of his lap and put me in front of him
between his legs. He took his pipe out of his mouth and put
it in his shirt pocket. He reached down and pulled up
my pants fastening them up again himself. All this
while I kept crying and wiping my eyes with balled fists.
The crowd was dispersing, except for Joels cronies and two
of my friends. Joel lectured me.
I dont ever want to find out that you havent
done what youre supposed to, he said.
Remember what I told you about your work.
I remembered how Joel had told me that I didnt take
advantage of my abilities, that I was lazy and manipulative.
Dont make me come out here again! he said
threateningly. If I have to come out here again,
Ill whip you and put you in the corner of the yard so
everyone can see.
Noooo! I moaned.
Joel frowned, reached around and smacked my bottom hard.
Dont you tell me No, he
said. Ill do it and youll stand
there crying.
He got up from the bench. I have to get back
now, Joel said, but I think its time that we
went shopping for a fanny paddle.
One of Joels friends let out a roar of laughter.
Shit! he said. My dad had one of
those hanging on the wall of the kitchen. It had this
picture of a bunch of animals with a deer in the middle and a
bear behind him, and it said, For the cute little deer with
the bear behind. The boy laughed
again. Man, that thing was murder.
Joel didnt react to his friend but kept his eyes fixed on
me. Well go shopping this weekend.
You need a reminder hanging on our wall too, he
said. Then he gave me a big hug and held me
close. Love ya, he said, be a good
boy. Then he gave me another little smack on the
bottom and moved off with his friends.
(to be continued)