Trouble at school earned me a lot of spankings
One spanking that I will never forget was when I was about 17. There were a couple of weeks where I had been very disruptive at school talking to people and I had received a few detentions because of it. I knew if I told my dad about it my rear would be bent over some pillows for a taste of his belt, and I would end up not sitting well for a couple of days. However I had come up with an amazing idea to keep myself out of reach of his belt. My mom and dad were always working late and even with detention I could still get home before they did. I also just signed his name on my slips because my mom was always the one to sign papers for school so they didn't know what his signature looked like. Well one day my dad got home early and I wasn't there so he called the school and all of my hard work went down the drain. So I got a heads up from the teacher that the act was up. So I got a week of detention and since it was a friday I knew my rear was going to be fried that night and I wouldn't be sitting comfortably at school on monday. 😭. I didn't know how bad it would be.
When I got home I saw my dad's face, and let's just say the temperature in the room fell about 40 degrees. He read me the riot act and then told me to go to my room, change into my sweats, and wait til they finished dinner to have "a talk" with me. After dinner the others were told to go to the living room while I got my ear chewed out by my mom and dad. They read the riot act to me again and said that tomorrow was going to be a lecture day for me, and since I would be getting detention all week I was also in danger of getting spanked that week if I wasn’t on my best behavior. I was then told to go get ready for bed and set my alarm. So up I went and tried to sleep I did.
That alarm went off too quickly for my liking. We always wake up early on our lecture days because my dad believed in sending a message to everyone in the house. So they got to hear your rear getting roasted in the morning. They also got to see you in the corner near the stairs with a pink rear on display. Well after my shower it was time for the first one. First my dad had me bend over the arm of the chair and he took down my sweats. He liked to lecture us while we were in position so we knew what was coming. In front of me on the couch I saw a strap that had been used on me previously and the stick. He told me that they had decided to upgrade my punishment so now the belt had been replaced with the strap after it had worked so well last time,and that the hand was replaced with the stick only because he was tired of making his hand sore on his 4 kids rear. He then proceeded to lecture me then I felt the stick on my rear and the smacking began. After god knows how long I was bent over and smacked; it was time for the corner and they all got to see my rear on display before I got to eat breakfast.
After breakfast came the writing part of my punishment, this time though it was a 2 part punishment. They first told me to write 100 times that I wouldn't get detention then come back to them so I would get smacked 15 times by my mom with the spoon. Then I would write 200 times I wouldn't lie which would then lead to a 25 smack spanking with the stick from my dad. Well the first part was terrible. My mom made me bend over the kitchen table and the only sound in the kitchen was the sound of a spoon smacking a red rear and my howling coming after. I was standing to write the second part of lines about not lying. After my 2nd set of lines though I didn't want to get smacked again and got mouthy with my old man. He said fine and I saw him go for the strap. I begged him not to get it because I was really terrified of seeing that thing again. Soooo instead I put my hands on the wall and I got the stick on my rear and then because I was insolent he decided to add more smacks with the stick but these were more focused on my thighs. Then because I was mouthy they decided to clean my mouth out and put me back in the corner for an hour.
After an hour I was let out and my mom and dad took me up to their room. I thought it was about to be time for the strap already or I had done something to earn another smacking. Turns out I was half right. They decided to talk about how I shouldn't have forged their signature and blah blah blah. Then I got the news I didn't want to hear. First I was getting the stick again instead of the strap after dinner. I was a little bit relieved til I heard the next part. Since I'm going to be in detention all week I was going to get spanked every day from Monday to Thursday, and if I got whacked would be determined by my behavior. If I was good I would get 5 over my pants. If I did anything wrong the pants were coming down and I was getting 10 with the stick, and if I did anything really bad I would have an early taste of the strap. Then on Friday night I would get the final review lecture with the strap. So after dinner I got a 4th spanking with the stick on my rear and by the end I was a blubbering mess.
That was a really miserable week. Monday I was on my best behavior and I got some light smacks over my pants. Tuesday I was really irritated so to cure it they gave me 3 strokes with the strap in the living room over my pants but it only helped a little. It really made me dread what was coming on Friday. Then on Wednesday and Thursday they said that if I was on my best behavior my rear would get saved from more punishment. To my relief my rear was spared and it had time to heal for Friday nights meeting with my dad and his strap. Unfortunately for me I still had a date with that strap.
During dinner on Friday they told my brother and sister what was going to happen and they were all shocked. After dinner I was told to go bend over the bed in my parents room and wait. So I went up to their bedroom and I saw sitting on the bed was the strap just waiting to be re-acquainted with my rear. I put some pillows at the edge of the bed and hiked aboard. The pillows are high enough that my feet are barely touching and my rear is just waiting in the air. About 15 minutes later my dad showed up and walked over to the other side of the and the lecture began. After talking about why I was here and blah blah blah he walked over and picked up the strap and my pants were pulled down and the strap just sat there. He first started to do his warm up swings by tapping the strap against my rear to get his aim. He didn’t say a word so the only sound in the room was the tapping of the strap on my rear. Let's just say I was nervous. After his aim was ready the strap was sitting there. He then gave me my sentence. I had 40 straps coming. 15 for forging 10 getting detention and 15 for lying. I was shocked and tried to beg out of it. He said I had done the crime multiple times so that's why it was that high. He asked me if said yes sir the strap left my rear and then snapped across my rear followed by my scream.
He liked to make the first couple a little extra and have some time between them so you could feel the sting. Then the strap rests on your rear when the questioning part begins. He asks you questions and you answer all while you're wondering when he'll strap you again. It could be after your answer or he could keep you waiting. . Then all of a sudden you feel it leave and another snap. You could go minutes while he is lecturing you without getting one. Or if he wanted to make a point he would strap you while talking to you. And you always have to count with __ sir. If you forget then it doesn't count. Then would come the finale. The last 10 were always the hardest and usually focused on the lower part of my rear and upper thighs. My rear was really red and sore and I was a sobbing mess. Let's just say it wasn't a fun week.
When I got home I saw my dad's face, and let's just say the temperature in the room fell about 40 degrees. He read me the riot act and then told me to go to my room, change into my sweats, and wait til they finished dinner to have "a talk" with me. After dinner the others were told to go to the living room while I got my ear chewed out by my mom and dad. They read the riot act to me again and said that tomorrow was going to be a lecture day for me, and since I would be getting detention all week I was also in danger of getting spanked that week if I wasn’t on my best behavior. I was then told to go get ready for bed and set my alarm. So up I went and tried to sleep I did.
That alarm went off too quickly for my liking. We always wake up early on our lecture days because my dad believed in sending a message to everyone in the house. So they got to hear your rear getting roasted in the morning. They also got to see you in the corner near the stairs with a pink rear on display. Well after my shower it was time for the first one. First my dad had me bend over the arm of the chair and he took down my sweats. He liked to lecture us while we were in position so we knew what was coming. In front of me on the couch I saw a strap that had been used on me previously and the stick. He told me that they had decided to upgrade my punishment so now the belt had been replaced with the strap after it had worked so well last time,and that the hand was replaced with the stick only because he was tired of making his hand sore on his 4 kids rear. He then proceeded to lecture me then I felt the stick on my rear and the smacking began. After god knows how long I was bent over and smacked; it was time for the corner and they all got to see my rear on display before I got to eat breakfast.
After breakfast came the writing part of my punishment, this time though it was a 2 part punishment. They first told me to write 100 times that I wouldn't get detention then come back to them so I would get smacked 15 times by my mom with the spoon. Then I would write 200 times I wouldn't lie which would then lead to a 25 smack spanking with the stick from my dad. Well the first part was terrible. My mom made me bend over the kitchen table and the only sound in the kitchen was the sound of a spoon smacking a red rear and my howling coming after. I was standing to write the second part of lines about not lying. After my 2nd set of lines though I didn't want to get smacked again and got mouthy with my old man. He said fine and I saw him go for the strap. I begged him not to get it because I was really terrified of seeing that thing again. Soooo instead I put my hands on the wall and I got the stick on my rear and then because I was insolent he decided to add more smacks with the stick but these were more focused on my thighs. Then because I was mouthy they decided to clean my mouth out and put me back in the corner for an hour.
After an hour I was let out and my mom and dad took me up to their room. I thought it was about to be time for the strap already or I had done something to earn another smacking. Turns out I was half right. They decided to talk about how I shouldn't have forged their signature and blah blah blah. Then I got the news I didn't want to hear. First I was getting the stick again instead of the strap after dinner. I was a little bit relieved til I heard the next part. Since I'm going to be in detention all week I was going to get spanked every day from Monday to Thursday, and if I got whacked would be determined by my behavior. If I was good I would get 5 over my pants. If I did anything wrong the pants were coming down and I was getting 10 with the stick, and if I did anything really bad I would have an early taste of the strap. Then on Friday night I would get the final review lecture with the strap. So after dinner I got a 4th spanking with the stick on my rear and by the end I was a blubbering mess.
That was a really miserable week. Monday I was on my best behavior and I got some light smacks over my pants. Tuesday I was really irritated so to cure it they gave me 3 strokes with the strap in the living room over my pants but it only helped a little. It really made me dread what was coming on Friday. Then on Wednesday and Thursday they said that if I was on my best behavior my rear would get saved from more punishment. To my relief my rear was spared and it had time to heal for Friday nights meeting with my dad and his strap. Unfortunately for me I still had a date with that strap.
During dinner on Friday they told my brother and sister what was going to happen and they were all shocked. After dinner I was told to go bend over the bed in my parents room and wait. So I went up to their bedroom and I saw sitting on the bed was the strap just waiting to be re-acquainted with my rear. I put some pillows at the edge of the bed and hiked aboard. The pillows are high enough that my feet are barely touching and my rear is just waiting in the air. About 15 minutes later my dad showed up and walked over to the other side of the and the lecture began. After talking about why I was here and blah blah blah he walked over and picked up the strap and my pants were pulled down and the strap just sat there. He first started to do his warm up swings by tapping the strap against my rear to get his aim. He didn’t say a word so the only sound in the room was the tapping of the strap on my rear. Let's just say I was nervous. After his aim was ready the strap was sitting there. He then gave me my sentence. I had 40 straps coming. 15 for forging 10 getting detention and 15 for lying. I was shocked and tried to beg out of it. He said I had done the crime multiple times so that's why it was that high. He asked me if said yes sir the strap left my rear and then snapped across my rear followed by my scream.
He liked to make the first couple a little extra and have some time between them so you could feel the sting. Then the strap rests on your rear when the questioning part begins. He asks you questions and you answer all while you're wondering when he'll strap you again. It could be after your answer or he could keep you waiting. . Then all of a sudden you feel it leave and another snap. You could go minutes while he is lecturing you without getting one. Or if he wanted to make a point he would strap you while talking to you. And you always have to count with __ sir. If you forget then it doesn't count. Then would come the finale. The last 10 were always the hardest and usually focused on the lower part of my rear and upper thighs. My rear was really red and sore and I was a sobbing mess. Let's just say it wasn't a fun week.
