Joel Buys a Fanny Paddle P2
Author : Writer8322@aol.com
That Friday night I slept at Joels
house, his parents were away again and I wondered - though I
didnt articulate it to Joel - whether his parents were
around as much as they ought to be. I think that I
had only seen them once in the two years of our friendship
their absence was very convenient for our evolved relationship.
During the evening, Joel had me do my homework and tested me on
my social studies notes I had a test coming up. I
worked hard to please Joel and he praised my efforts.
For dinner, we ate White Castle hamburgers and then played cards
at the kitchen table. Joel surprised me by abandoning his
pipe for an after-dinner cigar. He smoked it with the
band still on it and worked it in his mouth as though he had been
a cigar smoker for a long time. I asked him when he
had started and he grinned at me and replied, All dads
smoke cigars. Then he paused, blew out a cloud
of smoke, and waved the cigar at me warningly.
But I better not catch you smoking or Ill scrub your
mouth out with soap and warm your pants. I
blushed, and Joel noticed it. He played a few cards
and then started talking again. Remember what
were shopping for tomorrow.
I looked down at my cards and was filled with shame.
Joel lifted my chin and held it so that I had to look into his
face. Little boys sometimes need their
dads hairbrush or fanny paddle to teach them a really good
lesson. Sometimes I need to spank you longer than my
hand can handle, then the fanny paddle will do the
job.
Joel dropped my chin and stuck the cigar back in his jaw he
chewed it into a corner of his mouth and grinned.
Well hang it in a place of honor in the kitchen or
bedroom, and Im gonna have something carved on the
handle. Its going to say, From Daddy Joel to
his Son, Sandy! and I know just the right little paddle for
your little behind.
We finished our card game and then my dad told me to get ready
for bed. He had already laid out my doctor
dentons on the bed. He lit another cigar and
picked up a magazine cautioning me, Dont dawdle up
there. Take a shower, brush your teeth and put on your
p.j.s. Dont make me come up and remind you or
Ill put a slipper on your hienie.
Upstairs, on the bed, were my doctor dentons with the
backflap. I showered, brushed my teeth and put on the
pajamas. It was then that I noticed an advertisement,
ripped from some magazine, laying on Joels desk. I
picked it up and looked at it. At the top it said,
MANCO NOVELTIES: Gifts for Dads to Share with
Lads. Below this banner were pictures of four
paddles. They seemed smaller than the pictures I had seen
of fraternity paddles, but it was hard to tell. They
were made of wood in slightly different shapes. All of them
were supposed to be cute, and it made me get excited to think of
the many fathers who would buy these paddles thinking that it was
amusing to apply some good wood to their boys backsides.
One of the paddles was shaped liked an oval and had the words
Pound the Mound to Make Junior Sound!! Another
was carved in the shape of two rounded mounds, a representation
of its intended target. On that adorable
spanker was emblazoned the words Lets Get to the Seat
of the Problem! There was a rear view picture of a
boys bare behind raised over his dads knee and the
dad presiding over his son with the Seat of the
Problem in his upraised fist.
A third paddle was carved in the shape of a tennis racket with
appropriate criss cross lines painted on it. Over the
lines, the words WHACK HIM OVER THE NET were written
in red letter. The fourth paddle had the traditional paddle
shape with a simple picture of a father seated in a chair holding
the upper arm of a dancing boy. The boys pants and
underpants had been taken completely off and his bottom was
bright red. The boy was crying and his frenzied tears shot
from his eyes. His angry dad was walloping him with a
facsimile of the same paddle whose title was: THE BOARD OF
EDUCATION - APPLIED LEARNING.
I dont know how long I stood looking at the ad, but my hand
strayed between my legs and suddenly Joels voice boomed
from the door. Did I tell you not to
dawdle?! Joel saw the ad in my hand. He strode
angrily up to me and took it out of my hand.
You really need this, dont you. You
dont know how to listen. This is what Ive been
talking about.
Joel pulled me over to the bed and flopped down. In another
moment he had put me across his knee, turned down the seat of my
pajamas and was giving me my second spanking of the day. It
wasnt as bad as the first, but it lasted until I was crying
because my new dad seemed to feel - No tears, no lesson
learned. Then he buttoned me up. Joel sat
me on his knee and talked to me for a long time. The
talk was about obedience.
I dont like to spank you, son, he said,
but you will learn to mind me. Now get to
bed. I crawled sniffing into bed and Joel
turned out the lights. He left the fanny paddle ad on the
desk, where I could still see it.
Joel Buys a Fanny Paddle (Pt. 3)
The next morning, Joel and I had breakfast and then went outside
for a catch. Joel didnt seem to have the
fanny paddle on his mind, but I certainly did. After
weed thrown the ball around for awhile, Joel caught it and
took out his pipe and tobacco pouch. I knew that the game
was over and went over to my dad.
Joel filled his pipe, lit it and said, How about we take in
a movie today? Joel said the title of a film that he
knew I was eager to see.
Yeah, thatd be great, dad.
Great, but I need to get some more tobacco, so well
stop at the smoke shop first, okay.
Okay, dad.
The smoke shop was one of Joels favorite places. I
had gone there with him a few times before we become father and
son, and now I went there with him a lot. He and the owner
could talk for a long time about different kinds of tobaccos and
different pipes. When we went to the store, Joel did
a lot of dad-type things with me in front of the
smoke shop owner. Hed mess with my hair,
or hold me by the neck in a paternal kind of way or give me
playful pats on the butt. Once, he actually told the
owner that I was his boy. When the man looked
surprised, Joel grinned in this manly good-natured way he had and
said, Im his big brother, but since Im raising
him, Im really more like his dad. The
store owner got into it right away, probably another reaction to
how different Joel and I looked in terms of age and size and said
to me, Well, it seems to me that youve got a pretty
nice dad here.
I smiled at the man and then stood boyishly by while dad and the
man talked about pipe tobacco.
When we got to the store, I noticed something in the window that
I hadnt seen before. It was a display with the sign
MANCO NOVELTIES over it four paddle laid out
right in the store window. The smoke shop owner had
added his own display sign which said, Give Dad a Helping
Hand.
Joel, I said, looking at the paddles and really
feeling scared. I dont want to go in you
dont really need one of those things.
Joel turned to me and said, No, Sandy, I dont need
one of those things, but you do. You dont tell me
what I need and dont need. You are a kid and you do
what youre told to do. I care about you so much
that Im not going to let you turn into a brat.
Ive said it before and Ill say it to you again, you
need to learn discipline. Now get into that store before
you get it right on the street. Im not
kidding.
Joel grabbed my upper arm and looked me straight in the eye,
If you give me any more lip Ill whale you right here
on the street. Do you understand?
I nodded and Joel took me into the smoke shop.
There were several men hanging around the counter talking to the
owner of the shop. Most of them were puffing big cigars and
a few had pipes in their mouths. Joel put his hand on
the back of my neck and we walked up to the counter.
The store owner took his own stogie out of the corner of his
mouth and greeted us. Hey men, what can I do you
for? he said.
I need something for my boy, Joel said his
voice didnt imply what he was going to be asking for
it sounded as if he was going to be buying me a present.
Yeah? the man asked, and whats
that. Dont tell me your getting this little kid
a pipe-starter kit. He was joking of course, and Joel
responded in kind.
Right, he said laughing, he knows what Id
do if I ever caught him smokin. Dont you,
son.
Yeah, dad, I answered.
Joel looked at the store owner and said seriously, Id
whale the tar out of him is what Id do, he
said. No, we need a nice fanny paddle.
Sandys a good boy, but sometimes he needs a reminder,
dont you son?
My face flamed with shame, and I could feel tears coming up into
my eyes. I guess so, I said. I was
embarrassed, but I was also starting to feel a little
angry. I accepted Joel as my dad, but he didnt have
to embarrass me.
Joel looked at me hard. You guess so? he
said. You guess so?! Oh boy, son, you are
not showing the right attitude at all. He turned back
to the store owner, who was chomping on his cigar again.
Lets see the paddles, Joel said, all business
now.
The man came from behind the counter and moved over to the paddle
display case which was on the other side of the store. I
noticed that a few of the men in the place had picked up on the
conversation and were watching us. One of them,
another of the cigar-smokers, sauntered after us. He
was a tall think man smoking a large cigar.
The store owner opened a glass case top and pointed out the four
paddles. Joel didnt waste any time, he took up the
paddle with the picture of the pant-less boy, being spanked
standing up by his angry father and hefted it in a
fist grip. I could tell that dad was testing the
paddles weight to make sure it would deliver a sound
spanking without hurting me.
The tall man watched Joel for a minute and then reached into the
display case and took out another paddle, the one shaped like an
oval that invited you to pound juniors
mound! He tried to immitate the way Joel had
held and tested the paddle and I felt proud. My dad was
young, but this older guy was trying to immitate him. My
dad had a confidence that had nothing to do with age.
He was sure of himself.
The tall man made eye contact with Joel and said, My father
had an old fraternity paddle that he used on me and my two
brothers a couple of times. Boy, Ill never forget
those tannings. Watching you with (he pause) .is he your
brother?
Joel shook his head, Im the nearest thing to a father
hes got, so hes my boy.
The tall man looked a little puzzled, but rolled with it.
Well, anyway, watching you with the kid, made me think that
I could use one of these with my own son. Hes about
ten, same age as your boy.
Joel didnt bother to correct the man about my age. I
could tell that he didnt care for this guy or want to talk
about me with him. Joel stuck his pipe in the corner of his
mouth in a gesture that just about told the guy to go to
hell and turned to the store owner.
This is good, Joel said to the store owner,
wrap it up and give me five of usual, and a refill for my
pouch. Dad handed the store owner the pouch he kept
his pipe tobacco in.
Five of the usual, turned out to be five more of the cigar that
dad had smoked the night before. Dad put the cigars in his
shirt pocket so that a third of the cigar with the gold band
stuck out. The owner gave Joel the fanny paddle in a
bag and returned the tobacco pouch. Joel took my
hand, and said, Say goodbye, Sandy, just as if I were
five years old.
Goodbye, I said obediently.
Dad beamed and messed my hair a little. Then he took my
hand and lead me out of the store.
Once we were outside, Joel put away his pipe and took one of the
cigars out of his pocket. He stuck it between his teeth and
lit up. Once he had the cigar smoking, he worked it to a
corner of his mouth. The gold band just touched his lower
lip.
That guy was a creep, Joel said. Who the
hell does he think he is talking to me about you. Come on,
Im taking you home. You have that social studies
project to work on and Ive got some economics work of my
own.
I could tell that dad was in a certain kind of mood, because he
took my hand in a firm grip and walked me home. I felt very
much under dads control in both a protective and exciting
way (the excitement was not without some fear I must add.)
All the time we were walking home, I was thinking about the
paddle that dad had just bought. I was going to be
good I was going to make it my business to never give my
dad a reason to use it on me. I knew I had it
completely under control. (No boy has it completely under
control.)
That afternoon, I tried to work on my social studies
project it all started out fine, because I was really
interested in the subject. At one point Joel came in to see
how I was doing I noticed that he was still carrying the
two cigars around in his shirt pocket.
Hows it coming? he asked. He took
one of the cigars out of his pocket and rolled the end in his
mouth.
Its okay, dad, I said. I like
the material, but theres a lot of work......
Dad interrupted. You have sports club and violin
practice tomorrow, so you need to get it done today.
Today!?
Dad raised on eyebrow and stuck the cigar in the corner of his
mouth, it tilted up in a kind of cocky, way.
Uh-huh, dad said, today. You have enough
time, if you dont waste it. Youre not going to
waste time are you? Dad looked threatening.
No sir, I said. I had never called Joel
sir before, but it came out very naturally at that
moment.
Good, then I have your word. Keep going, it looks like
youre doing great!
Joel left the room with the unlit cigar still in his mouth.
I fumed inwardly. I was tired already, and dad wanted
me to finish it. I ran my hand though my hair and went back
to work.
After about a half an hour, I felt bored and restless. I
didnt have to finish the stupid project that
day. I could get up early on Monday or work late on
Sunday and get it done. Dad didnt need to be so
controlling about everything. In one part of my brain a
warning voice said, Dont forget, youre being
good. But another angry voice silenced the first
with, Fuck you! Ill do it!!
Quietly, I turned on the t.v., I put the volume on so low that no
one outside the room could possibly hear it. I gathered all
my materials around me so that if dad came in I could quickly
kill the t.v. and look like I was working. When I had
watched one show, I would go back to work......if I felt like it.
My plan was perfect, except for one flaw. I got
absorbed in the program and didnt hear the door open behind
me, or my dad approaching until a hand grabbed my ear in a twist
grip.
YOW!
I was up on my feet in a moment and dad was pulling out the desk
chair.
OW! My ear! I cried.
You little brat! dad said. He sat down in the
chair and held me in front of him, still gripping my
ear. I gave little skips to try and deal with the
pain.
You lied to me.
Dad, I.....
Ill I dad you.
Ill teach you to disobey and fib to me, young
man.
Dad got out of the chair and hauled me out of the room toward the
bathroom. Oh no, I thought.
Youre getting a mouth scrubbing and then you will be
spanked within an inch of your life. Now open your
mouth!
Dad turned on the tap and picked up a large bar of soap. It
was a funny brown color and looked like pumice. Joel
lathered it under the water. Then he sat on the toilet seat
and put me on his knee.
OPEN! he bellowed and I quickly opened my mouth.
Dad put the bar of soap into my mouth and began to scrub my
tongue with it. It felt like sandpaper and tasted like
lye. It also lathered like crazy.
In seconds my mouth was filled with foam that spilled over my
lips and made bubbles that floated right out of my open mouth.
Dad worked away with the soap, rubbing it against my teeth so
that scales of it scraped away and were imbedded between the
teeth. After a minute of mouth washing, Dad said,
Rinse!
He took me to the sink and held my head down while he scooped
water into it from his own hand. Then, still holding
my head down, he reached around to the front of my pants and
pulled them open. Bubbles were still rising from my lips as
dad yanked pants and brief down my legs.
Lift your feet! he order and I did. Dad
pulled the pants and brief off and threw them on the side.
Youre not going to need these in a hurry! he
said. Now you come with me!
Feeling very exposed with just my shirt, shoes and socks, I was
taken by the hand and marched back to the bedroom.
Dad sat in the chair and it was only then that I saw what was on
the desk. Dad had caught me with the t.v. on with the
fanny paddle in his hand. My eyes fell on the picture
of the howling boy and the intent father - but only for a second,
because dad lifted me up and the next minute I was in the
now-familiar position across his knees.
Dad turned my shirt up, because it had a long pointed tail that
covered my bottom, then while he was holding me down, he took a
cigar from his shirt pocket and lit it with one hand.
The strong smell of the cigar soon permeated the
room. I could hear Joel fidgiting behind me and I
knew he was reaching for the fanny paddle.
Youre the best boy any dad ever had, Joel said,
but you still have a whole lot to learn, and Im
afraid, son, that you are going to learn in the hard way. I
am going to spank the living daylights out of you and then you
are going to experience time in the corner.
With that my first experience with a fanny paddle
commenced. If youve never been firmly pressed over
your dads lap and spanked with a wooden paddle, you cannot
imagine what it feels like. Unlike a hand spanking,
or even a hairbrush, the size of a paddle allows the spank to
make a concussion across the entire top of your bottom. The
wood has no yield and it doesnt get tired.
After dad had given me only three spanks with the fanny paddle, I
burst into howling tears and began kicking and
thrashing.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Are you going to mind me? Joel bellowed,
spanking away at my little behind.
Yes dadddddddeee, yeeees!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Are you going to lie to your daddy?
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Nooooo, oooh, dadddeeee, please. No more.
Waaaaaah!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Are you going to do what I tell you?
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Waaaaah! Ooooh daddddeeeee, it
huuuuuurts.
ARE YOU!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Ooooooooh, yeesss, I promise, I promise. Daddeeeee, I
love you.....please no more.
I started to shake and Joel stopped the spanking. My
backside was, I knew, flaming red and burning like fire.
Joel held me over his knee and calmly smoked his cigar for
awhile. Then he walloped my painful bottom with his
hand.
Yow! I bawled. Oooh
Dadddeeeee, daddeeeee.!
Now you listen. You will march yourself into
that corner for bare botty time. Im going to sit
right behind you in this chair and if you move or rub your little
bottom, Ill take you across my knee and spank you some
more. Do you understand, young man?
Y-y-yes, Daddy.
Joel lifted me off his knee and put me in the corner. For
the next hour, he sat behind me smoking while I cried and tried
not to rub away the hurt. Once I forgot and put my hand
behind me and was instantly put back in Joels lap for
another volley of hand spanking. When I was completely
awash in tears and snot, Joel lifted me up, wiped my face and
returned me to my punishment time.
After the hour was up, dad sat me on his lap, as was his custom,
to talk about my actions and their consequences.
He told me that I couldnt put on my pants for the rest of
the evening, so I would have a good reminder of my lieing to him.
I had to eat bare-behind and we even played cards (I had to sit
on a pillow which dad smiled fondly about) without pants.
Before bed, I had to get back to work and finish the whole rest
of the social studies project. Dad sat in the room with the
fanny paddle in his hand the whole time as a warning of what I
would get .
When the report was done, Dad said it was great and gave me a hug
and put me to bed....but he would only let me wear a t shirt to
sleep in.
Tomorrow, hes going to hang the paddle on the wall in the
kitchen, but he wont need to use it ever again.
Im going to be good. Ive got it
under control
THE END.