Date: Thu, 21 Jun 2012 19:26:17 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Kevin Learns His Lesson

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."


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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.


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"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.


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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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Please check out some of my other stories on Nifty:

"The Empty Apartment"
"School Supply Closet"
"Dirty Tommy"
"The Kitchen Sink"