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Date Posted: 10:32:15 10/09/17 Mon
In reply to:
Alexander
's message, "Re: The Speeding Ticket" on 10:26:05 10/09/17 Mon
>In some families father's reaction on son's speeding
>ticket is adequate too, especially, as example for
>younger siblings -
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>https://spankingstraightboys.com/tour/content/150806101
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Dan had just turned 16 and had his license for an entire day. He was caught doing 45 in a 30mph zone. His fee was $108. When he got home he was nearly a half an hour late past curfew.
"You're late," came his stepfather's voice from the kitchen as he walked through the front door.
Dan walked into the kitchen and saw his stepfather sitting at the kitchen table, paying bills. He didn't say a word but the floor squeaked under him. WIthout looking up, John asked, "Why are you late, young man?"
Dan swallowed and slowly walked over to John. He shakily reached out to give the ticket to John. John looked up and never taking his eyes off Dan, took the paper, opened it, read it, folded it back up and handed it back to Dan. "Pay it," he said simply and went back to the bills.
Shocked, Dan took the ticket. He was sure John was just playing head games with him. "That's it?"
"That's it."
"But aren't you going to punish me?"
When John set his pen down and looked at Dan, Dan's stomach dropped. "Do I really need to?" John asked him. When Dan didn't answer, John continued. "Do I really need to tell you that speed limits exist for a reason? Or that you run the risk of having an accident if you don't follow them? Or that you are on a graduated drivers' license which means you could lose your license until you're 18? Do I really have to tell you all this or are you smart enough to figure this out on your own?"
While John was talking to him, Dan looked down. When he still didn't respond, something clicked in John's head. "Do you want me to beat you?" Dan looked up at John and John realized he was right. "You do, don't you?" Dan looked down again.
John was shocked. Never in his life had he had a child who wanted to be spanked. His boys had accepted it, for the most part, when they were faced with it, but never had they asked to be spanked.
He gave it strong, albeit quick, consideration. He decided that Dan, had in fact, broken the law, and by extension, the house rules. And he did tell Dan that he was going to treat him like he was his son. And honestly, if one of his boys had been caught going 15 miles an hour over the speed limit on a road that was so full of curves, he could have easily gone off the road and maybe gotten hurt, that boy would not be able to sit down for a while afterwards.
He took a deep breath and saw Dan still looking down, toying with the ticket in his hands. Since it was nearly 11PM, and Mark would be asleep by then, John stood up and told Dan to go to the basement. Without a word, Dan did so.
John didn't go downstairs right away. Instead he went upstairs to tell Dan's mother that Dan was home safe but had gotten a speeding ticket and that he was going to take care of it and would be up after. She looked worried but didn't say anything about his spanking Dan.
When John went down to the basement he saw Dan sitting on the couch, clutching the ticket so tightly, his knuckles were white. John cleared his throat and Dan looked at him, startled. He stood up and faced John, who was standing with his hands on his hips. He still had some reservations about this, but knew Dan needed this kind of emotional release of his guilt for breaking the law.
They just looked at each other for a moment, then John slowly pulled the crumpled ticket from Dan's hands and set it on the table. Then he looked at Dan, who looked a little like he wished he could change his mind. "I think I pretty much covered the lecture in the kitchen," John told him as he took off his belt then took him by the arm and sitting down on the couch with Dan standing next to him.
For an instant, John considered removing Dan's jeans and underwear himself but decided that Dan wanted to be punished, so he had to do it. John told him to take his jeans down. Slowly, Dan fumbled with the button on his jeans, then pulled them down to his ankles. His boxers had started to go down as well so he pulled those up. John shook his head. "No," he said. "Those go down, too." Dan swallowed then pulled his boxers down to his ankles, too.
Not wanting to embarrass Dan any more by making him stand exposed in front of him, John immediately pulled Dan over his left knee and scissored him with his right leg. He pulled Dan's hands behind his back and held his wrists with his left hand. He saw Dan clench when he heard the CLINK CLINK of the belt as John picked it up.
Dan moaned and squirmed as John raised the belt over his head. John paused. "Stop it," he ordered. Dan stopped and screamed when he brought the belt down. The standard spanking in John's house for speeding is the boys age X how many miles an hour over the speed limit they were going, but John thought that 240 was too much so he reduced it by half.
Ten SMACKS of the belt into it and Dan was squirming and screaming. Twenty into it he was wailing and trying to buck his legs, but John just grabbed him harder. Fifty into it, Dan was sobbing and begging for it to be over. At 100, Dan was sobbing and had stopped squirming and begging. After 20 more, Dan's cries were nothing but one long wail, interrupted by an occasional hiccuping sob.
John released Dan's hands and put a hand on Dan's back, allowing him time to stop crying. Dan's butt was a deep, dark red, and had many raised welts on it. John knew he did the right thing by cutting it in half. He doubted Dan could take another 25 licks of the belt. Ten minutes later, Dan's sobbing has slowed but he was still shaking.
John patted him on the back and told him to get up and go to bed as it was after 11 and Dan had to get up early in the morning for soccer practice. It took Dan a couple of seconds before he was steady on his feet. He didn't say a word as he pulled his boxers up but winced like it was painful. It was clear putting his jeans on hurt worse and he grimaced with each step he took.
As Dan walked away, John thought about Dan and how he seems to be accepting the fact that he needed discipline and was starting to embrace the need for a good, long, hard, spanking when he misbehaved. John was, in fact, so impressed with Dan's willing to take his punishment like a man that he paid Dan's ticket for him and made sure he didn't get any points or get his license revoked.
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