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Date Posted: 17:43:54 12/11/09 Fri
Author: David
Subject: The Paddle Re-visited

Well Joel, little buddy, I made the challenge because I knew what it meant to you. Initially, I felt after 17 years, it would be difficult to convert your dad's thinking and that you would eventually settle for the realized real paddling your principal dished out last spring & what you & jock buddies arranged for game motivation. I even gave you until HS graduation to pull it off so as not to pressure or rob your spirit of the dream. Kyle had warned me that you were a gambler by nature & once your mind was set & focused, your course was victory. The more you guys explored trading swats, like Rick, I & our buddies did as teens, the more old memories arose & must admit you got me a bit curious regarding myself. Little over a month ago, I even brought up the long past incident with dad where Rick took the fall for my friend & my cigarettes just to hear dad say he'd have tanned my hide. I wanted this for you Joel because I thought it was important in your mind & win or lose became irrelevant for my butt, though I did get the paddle out of the closet for old times sake & do some thinking.

The moment of truth for you was Sunday night; for me, late this afternoon and I'm sitting now on a red hot tanned butt that Rick had no problem providing. We left the office around 3:30 so as to get our stuff out of the car & back into our apt before Rick had to deliver a policy to a client at 7 after he got home from work & had dinner. Rick is out now & we got our matters settled so when he gets back with some food from KFC my butt will more likely feel like sitting to eat.

Rick pulled off his part like a pro taking the dad role we both remember growing up. Once in the apt, it started by him chewing out my butt for being a bratty kid all those years & though I was planning anyway to unpack in my room, he told me to get my ass into my room & he'd be in shortly to give my ass the paddling it deserved. I changed into a pair of the new briefs & an old pair of jeans & left on my t-shirt after taking off the dress shirt I wore at work. It was maybe 15-20 minutes until he came down the short hallway between our rooms & no sooner came through the door of my room that he started to roll up his right shirt sleeve like dad did when he came home in a long sleeve shirt to deal with one of us. Standing arms folded across his chest he said "young man, the talking time with you is over...get the paddle from the closet & lets see if it can improve your behavior in the future".

Getting the paddle & handing it over to Rick, he grabbed the chair I keep along the wall opposite my bed & pulled it midway toward us cocking his finger to gesture me to move toward him & the chair. Just like dad when we were boys, he told me to unbutton the waist & fly of my levis as he propped his left leg on the chair seat & pulled me across his leg saying "when I through with you, you'll know what an ass paddling is" and took the waist of my jeans first & then the waistband of my briefs down full butt exposed & though he stayed clear of the tailbone region so as not to damage, there was not a square inch of either butt cheek that did not get smacked & he did it a timed fashion so each swat not only contacted but the sting allowed to penetrate. Around the 9th swat, he paused long enough to further bend me over the leg cause I was slipping as my legs danced the sting beat & then yanked the briefs even further down my legs to target my bare thighs for a couple. Joel, it was so much like dad did when I got it for stealing at age 9, that I swear Rick must have taken lessons as a understudy for dad. Where dad lectured us & then paddled butt usually silently til done, Rick recalled stunts I was involved in growing up, emphasizing the offense with a swat or two. I knew 17 was the agreement but what I didn't know was when # 17 lit its fire square center on the sit spot & Rick pulled me upright, I automatically when hands to butt cheeks admittedly a little flushed & red eyed but laughing it was over, that Rick tossed the paddle onto my bed, grabbed my left arm as he moved to now sit on the chair & pulled me over his lap telling me I was overdue for what I missed turning 21 and we'll see if you think it is all that funny and gave me 5 more of the hardest hand smacks I think he could muster straight to the same sit spot that # 17 had just tenderized saying 22 was what I needed.

I stopped the laughing but inside I was still chuckling cause my big brother had finally not only squared my debt for the challenge but paid me back for being the nerdy little brother I had been at times & I couldn't fuss about the otk spanking either cause I had instigated the same with his friends for his 21st when I took him over my lap to bare his butt for the 21+1 he had coming then.

Well Joel, the challenge has been met & executed. You are one hell of a dude & I know I've probably said it before, there is nothing you can't pull off when you set your goal. So you were concerned this week if I could still take it? Does this answer!! I'm sitting on a pretty tender butt right now dude in the loosest fitting pair of boxers & sweatpants I found waiting for Rick to get back. By the way, I like 2 pillows for sleeping & right know both from my bed is padding the computer desk chair & even so I still shift weight from cheek to cheek & gingerly reached back a few times to pinch the boxer from clinging a red sweaty ass & a quick rub too.

Keep it cool dude & good luck on the BB court tomorrow evening. You guys sure kicked ass it sounds last Tuesday.

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