This one was written for Father's Day.
It is, of course, fiction, isn't it?
Kevin was in his room. Kevin had been in his room for three hours. He had been sent there by his mother. Kevin's mother had had to come pick him up at school that afternoon. He had been sent to the principal's office. Kevin had been caught doing something very bad. Kevin was waiting for his father to get home. Kevin was anxious. He knew he was going to be punished.
Kevin heard the front door open. His father was home. He could hear his parents talking downstairs. He sat on his bed and awaited the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Kevin was frustrated and angry. Why did that third-grader tell on them? Why did his parents have to find out what he and Zack had been doing in the boy's room at school? Kevin didn't want to be punished. Kevin didn't want to get a spanking.
The minutes seemed without end, but eventually Kevin heard his dad on the stairs. The doorknob turned. Kevin tried not to look as his father entered the room.
"Stand up Kevin."
The boy stood up, head down. His dad took a seat on Kevin's bed.
"Stand right there."
Kevin's father directed the eleven-year-old to a spot two feet in front of him with a hand on the boy's shoulder.
"Your mother told me that you were sent to the principal's office today. Is that true?"
"Y-Yes, sir."
The boy stared at his feet.
"Kevin, I want you to tell me what happened today."
Kevin fidgeted, not wanting to talk, but knowing he would have to answer his dad.
"Kevin. Why were you sent to the principal's office today?"
The boy didn't want to say. His father waited.
"I... I did something... in the boy's room," was the reluctant reply.
The boy was having trouble keeping still. His fingers twisted and pulled the seams of his blue jeans. He moved about, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
"What were you doing?"
The boy bit his lip. He didn't want to tell.
"Kevin," his father said firmly, "I want to know what you were doing."
"I... I was in there with Zack."
Zack was Kevin's classmate.
Kevin and Zack were eleven years old. Kevin was a little over five feet tall, about average height; Zack was about four inches shorter and considered quite small for his age. Zack was cute and impish, he had longish brown hair and brown eyes. Kevin was a very lean boy, mainly due to his medications, but he was a fairly muscular 95 pounds. Kevin had dirty blonde hair with a prominent cowlick and light milky-blue eyes. Kevin's appearance wasn't cute, his face could best be described as pugnacious and not just because of his short, upturned nose.
Both boys were in the 5th grade. They had several special classes together. Kevin had problems controlling himself and staying on task. Academics weren't Kevin's strong point and Kevin didn't like to do his schoolwork. Kevin loved physical activity. Kevin wanted to move and run. He was an impulsive and very active boy.
Zack was a very smart boy, but Zach didn't want to do what he was told. Zack's behavior was very sneaky. Zack liked doing naughty things and especially liked getting other people in trouble.
"What were you two boys doing in the boy's room? Weren't you supposed to be in class?
"Uh huh," Kevin acknowledged.
"Then why were you in there, Kevin?"
"I don't know."
"Whose idea was it?"
Kevin frowned and bit his lip even harder.
"It was Zach's idea, wasn't it?"
"Mmm huh," Kevin mumbled.
"What were you told about that before? Weren't you told not to do things that Zack tells you?"
Kevin couldn't answer. The boy moved his shoulders nervously; his fingers twisted the seams of his jeans more tightly.
Kevin had gotten in trouble for stealing chalk and writing dirty words on the brick wall behind the school. Zack had dared him to do it.
"Didn't we have this discussion before? Didn't you learn your lesson the last time young man?"
Kevin's father was getting angry.
"Well?"
"Y-y-yes, s-sir," Kevin stammered nervously. He felt like he might wet himself.
"I want you to explain what you two boys were doing."
Kevin began moving his feet. He pressed his lips together tightly and puffed his cheeks in a pout. His face reddened in frustration.
"Kevin, look at me," his father commanded. "I want you to tell me what you two boys were doing."
"We were... We were..."
Kevin lowered his eyes.
"We were playing with ourselves."
Kevin unconsciously turned away as if he wanted to run. His dad took him by the shoulders and turned him back around.
"You mean you were playing with your penises, don't you?"
The boy nodded. His lips were quivering.
"Do you think that is acceptable behavior young man?"
"N-n-no," blubbered the distraught boy.
"Then why were you doing it?"
"I... I don't know," Kevin was crying now.
"You don't know?" was his father's clearly enunciated rejoinder.
"Zack said it would be fun. He... he dared me to do it," Kevin whined.
He childishly hoped that he could escape his punishment by crying, whining and blaming his friend; he knew he couldn't and he cried even harder in fear at what was coming.
"Well, it's not so fun now, is it young man?"
"No... no, s-sir," Kevin was having trouble answering now in his distress.
"You better start thinking long and hard about your behavior young man. You obviously didn't learn your lesson the last time; well, you're going to learn it now."
Kevin his father stood up and began reaching for his belt buckle.
"Nooo!" the boy wailed.
Kevin's penis stood hard from fear. Even so, he tinkled a little in his underpants.
"Don't you dare talk back to me young man. Go stand at the end of your bed."
"Nooo... pleease, I-I won't do it again," Kevin pleaded.
He knew he was contradicting his father's directive, but he didn't want the belt.
"I said. Go. Stand. By the foot of the bed."
The punctuated emphasis of his father's words made it clear there was no escape. Kevin's father slid the shiny black leather belt from the last loop of his trousers and doubled it over in his right hand.
Kevin felt his knees wobble. He wanted to sit down, but he knew this would anger his father even more. He couldn't see too well from the tears welling in his eyes.
"Don't you dare sit down young man," his father warned, seeing the boy's unsteady state.
The boy went to the foot of his bed and stood facing the baseboard.
"Take down your pants young man," ordered his father.
Kevin's teeth chattered. Trembling, he fumbled with his belt buckle. He was so overwhelmed by trepidation, he felt like he might lose control of his sphincter and make a bowel movement. After finally finishing a distracted unbuckling, he now bungled his snap and zipper. Nervousness and a perspiration bred of fear meant it took a few pulls for Kevin to get his jeans down below his knees. As he lowered his underwear Kevin felt ashamed; he knew his dad could see the wet yellow patch of fresh urine that had soaked into the front of his cotton briefs. Kevin hoped his dad wouldn't be able to see his hooded penis standing stiffly erect.
"Bend over and grab the baseboard."
Kevin gulped and sobbed. As the eleven-year-old leaned forward and grabbed the flat plank of wood at the foot of his bed with both hands, the boy's shirt rode up, exposing the pale white skin of his naked bottom from the delicate muscles of his lower back to the crook of his knees. His quivering cheeks were parted just enough to expose the barely darkened rosebud residing betwixt the boy's buttocks.
"You're gonna get a dozen this time," Kevin's father stated matter-of-factly.
"Nooo...," the boy groaned despite himself.
"I don't want to hear it, Kevin," the raised voice of the boy's father cut him off, "You've been warned about your behavior time and time again. I don't care how long it takes; you're going to learn your lesson."
With that Kevin's father swung the folded belt smartly. It landed with a crisp smack across the boy's naked rear.
"Ohh! Ooooh."
The boy cried out from shock, more than from the stinging pain.
"Do you think your mother should have to come pick you up from the principal's office?"
"No," the boy sobbed.
The second blow landed with equal force.
"Ahhh! ... Oh, oh."
Kevin let go of the baseboard.
"Put your hands back where they belong."
Kevin complied. He whined and bit his lip. He tried not to cry.
"Are you going to lie to your teacher to get out of class?"
"No."
"No sir," corrected Kevin's father.
"No... No, sir."
Another swift swipe stung the boy's tensed buttocks.
"Uhhh!"
"You're not to do what Zack says anymore. Is that clear?"
"Yes... yes, sir."
Two blows landed in quick succession.
"Aaahh ... aahh ... Oh .. Ohhh."
The boy squirmed in agony. He let go of the baseboard with his left hand, but for a moment only, he quickly put it back in place. Kevin couldn't hold back the tears, he bawled in irregular gasps and sputters.
"You're not to play with your privates in school ever again. And you're not to do that with anyone else, is that understood?"
"Yes ... yes, sir."
Two more full swings of the black leather followed, one left one right. Kevin's reddened cheeks burned with pain. He danced rapidly foot to foot in torment. Kevin didn't let go of the baseboard.
"Ohhhh ... Please! I won't do it anymore. I promise."
"You promised you would be good before, Kevin."
"I will this time. I promise. Please no more." The boy was convulsed by sobs.
Two more blows fell.
"Oww! Oww! Ohh... Ohhh!"
Kevin's legs shook. He squatted lower and tried to squeeze his knees together. He felt like he might wet himself.
"Stand up Kevin."
The eleven-year-old complied reluctantly. Another excruciating slap of leather.
"NNNNghh ... Nnnghh ... nnghh ... nnghh ..."
Kevin moaned to every stinging pulsation from his bottom.
The boy's still-erect penis inadvertently dribbled two small squirts of urine from his tight foreskin. A little bit ran down the underside of the rigid member to the eleven-year-old's contracted scrotum. Kevin bit his lip trying not to have an accident.
"Two more young man."
Kevin's anus quivered.
"Nnnoo...," was the boy's barely audible objection. He knew any more defiance would be met with more punishment.
"Are you going to disobey again?"
"N-no," then Kevin remembered to add, "N-n-no, sir."
His father delivered the final two strokes of the leather belt to the boy's bare bottom.
"OHHH! ... Owww, oww, oww!"
Kevin lost control for a moment with the pain. He felt his rectum convulse and his anus loosened momentarily. He panicked. He had to squeeze his buttocks together hard to keep his orifice closed. He couldn't stop more urine from escaping, however. He sobbed from pain and embarrassment.
"Are you going to behave as you're supposed to from now on young man?"
"Y-y-yes, sir."
"Is that a promise you're going to keep?"
"Y-yes, sir."
"You may pull up your pants now, young man."
The chastised boy quickly reached down for his pants. His bottom burned fiercely. His penis was still hard and wet with urine; his hairless scrotum was dripping wet as well. The eleven-year-old pulled his cotton briefs over his privates, trying to hide his accident from his father. As he lifted the elastic waistband over his behind, he grimaced at the throbbing heat and pain. Kevin tried to pull his jeans up quickly to cover his dual shame: a stiff erection and wet underwear.
After the boy had his pants up, his dad called him over and wiped the tears and snot from his face with his handkerchief. He tilted the still-sobbing boy's face upwards and looked into his son's red-rimmed blue eyes.
"I want you to be a good boy, Kevin. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," snuffled the boy.
"You are to stay in your room for the next hour, until I give you permission to come down. I want you to sit and think about what happened today. I want you to learn the right way to behave."
"Yes, sir."
"You may have your supper later, but you will eat alone and then you will take your bath and get straight into bed. You will not have permission to watch TV or play any of your video games for one week. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir."
Kevin's dad tousled his son's short blonde hair, walked over to the door and said, "I will call you down in one hour. I am going to talk to your mom."
With that Kevin's dad closed the door behind him.
Kevin couldn't sit down as his father told him to, his rear end hurt too much. He walked aimlessly over to his desk. He felt the wetness of his cotton briefs in his jeans. Kevin felt ashamed. Should he change his underwear? It hurt so much when he pulled them up; he decided that it would be better if he didn't. Kevin's penis was still somewhat hard and the damp clinging cotton felt pleasurable to the still-smarting boy.
Kevin thought about what had happened that day: what Zack had shown him how to do in the boy's bathroom at school; how exciting it had been to do something that naughty right there in school; how his stiff penis tingled and throbbed as Zach stroked him; how Zach's "boner," as he called it, felt in his hand.
Thinking about this, Kevin again felt his own penis stiffen and press the wet folds of his underwear hard into the fly of his blue jeans. Kevin knew it was wrong and that he was being bad for even thinking about it, but he wanted Zach to play with his penis again and he wanted to play with his friend's. Kevin's erection twitched; he wanted to rub it now.
Kevin turned and walked over to his bedroom door. His bottom hurt. He carefully pressed his ear to the door and listened. His parents were talking downstairs in the kitchen; he could hear his mom making dinner. Kevin reached for his belt and quietly undid the buckle. Kevin listened, ear to the door again; no change. Kevin stuck his left hand into the damp front of his underwear. The eleven-year-old felt an electrifying shiver when he touched his turgid member. One more listen at the door -- the boy was sure.
Kevin quickly grasped his rigid three inch shaft and began stroking rapidly, just as he had learned from Zach. He whimpered with pleasure. He could feel a heat radiating from his warm backside. He thought of his friend's naughty grin as they showed one another their "boners." Kevin bit his lip to suppress a groan. He moved his hand upward, to grip the tip of his penis, pinching the foreskin-covered head between his thumb and first two fingers just as his schoolmate had taught him. He jerked frenetically. The sensations overwhelmed the boy. Kevin squatted slightly as his knees went weak, his heart pounded in his chest, his eyes closed in ecstasy. Kevin shuddered as his erection pulsed in his fingers. After a timeless interval to recover and catch his breath, Kevin listened to check if his parents were still downstairs; they were. Kevin took his hand from the yellow stained pouch of his cotton briefs. He surreptitiously refastened the belt of his blue jeans just above his now-shrinking penis.
Kevin, in the remaining time before he was called down to dinner, did do as his father told him after his spanking. He thought about how he should behave. Kevin thought that he should play with his penis whenever he could. And play with Zach's, too. The right way to behave was to make sure that you didn't get caught. And they didn't. He learned his lesson.
Oh, and by the way; Kevin really didn't miss not playing video games or watching TV during the following week.
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"The Empty Apartment" "School Supply Closet" "Dirty Tommy" "The Kitchen Sink"