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St: Metamorphosis (M/m, strapping, parental)
This is story is just fiction. It contains a scene parental
spanking of teen male. If such a subject are offensive,
uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave
now.
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The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con,
including constructive criticism, and suggestions.
His other stories can be found at
http://www.geocities.com/yleecoyote1938/
Metamorphosis
By
Y. Lee Coyote
Almost thirteen year old Rob (no longer Bobby, if you please)
walked slowly home from school. The note from school safely
inside his notebook inside his book bag. The note that
guaranteed that he was going to get his bottom tanned that
evening by his father. Tanned with his two brothers, Able (15)
and Kenny (11), watching. Spankings in his house were always
given with the other brothers watching.
"More effective." his father had declared many times.
Rob had thought about that many times also. His father was right
but not because they hurt any more that way or that any of them
learnt not to anything because the others were spanked but
because they were more embarrassing.
It was embarrassing to be stripped naked as the day you were born
with your brothers watching even though they had been naked with
each other since forever thousands of times without giving it a
second thought.
It was embarrassing to be hauled over dad's lap with your
brothers watching even though they all had been many times.
It was embarrassing to be spanked over dad's lap with your
brothers watching even though they all had been many times.
It was embarrassing to be spanked until you were bawling like an
infant with your brothers watching.
It was embarrassing to be punished with your brothers watching.
When Able had turned fourteen just a year ago, there was a
change. He was allowed to strip himself rather than being
stripped. Then rather than going over dad's lap, like a little
boy, told to bend over to receive a strapping. The strap really
hurt. Rob could tell that from the sound it made hitting his
brother's butt. From the marks it left on his brother's butt.
>From the expression on his brother's face when it struck. And
most of all from what Able had told him:
"The STRAP really hurts a hell of a lot more than dad's hand."
"But you don't cry." noted Rob.
"Only babies cry." Able said with macho disdain. How could his
brother be so stupid; everyone knows that men don't cry.
Rob had the problem that middle sons always have. He wanted to
be grouped with his big brother rather than with his little one.
He wanted to have: 'you two big boys' be the expression used
rather than 'you two little boys' when his parents talked to him.
Rob had a plan.
Today he was going to put his plan into effect. After dinner he
had the father/son discussion triggered by the school's note. He
was instructed that he and his brothers were to be in the family
room at 9 pm for his spanking. The delay was so that homework
could be done.
Just before the appointed hour, he went to his father's closet
and got the strap that dad had used on Able. (He did this just
as Able had been told to do it.) He had handled it many times in
the last two months wanting it and fearing it greatly. It sure
felt like it would hurt. He hurried to the family room and
immediately stripped. He stood there waiting for the others.
Able saw him and the strap.
"Don't Rob, it really hurts like hell. Just take a spanking."
His brother understood.
Kenny did not understand what was happening.
It was a short wait until his father appeared. His father was
surprised that he was naked but before he could ask Rob handed
him the strap and assumed the position just as his brother had
been taught to do last year.
"You want to be strapped, Rob?"
"I don't want to be spanked like a little boy over your lap,
father."
"The strap hurts a lot more, son."
"I don't want to be spanked like a little boy over your lap,
father."
Regardless of what his father said, he always answered:
"I don't want to be spanked like a little boy over your lap,
father."
"Very well." said his father raising the strap and swinging it.
His father understood also.
"WHACK!"
Rob felt pain as he had never felt it before. Both Able and dad
were right. The strap hurt a hell of a lot more than a whole
spanking and he had only one stroke so far. But he had not
yelled. He had not cried. Something was different like Able had
indicated. He braced for the next blow.
He was not disappointed.
"WHACK!"
Nor did the rest disappoint.
"WHACK!" "WHACK!" "WHACK!" "WHACK!" "WHACK!" "WHACK!"
"WHACK!" "WHACK!"
"You may get up now, Rob. You took that very well." said his
father.
"Thank you, father. I'll really try harder at school."
Dad left. Kenny was amazed at how his little big brother had
taken it and at the marks it had left. Then he was shooed out to
go to bed. Able hugged his big little brother.
"I'm proud of you. You took it like a man. You did not cry.
You're not a baby any more."
"You were right, Able, it hurt a lot more than a spanking." They
went to their bedrooms but in a minute Able was back with his
brother. He sat down on Rob's bed and indicated that his brother
should get across his lap. He was holding a tube of something in
his hand. Rob did as his brother indicated.
"This cream will help." he said. Then he covered his brother's
red hot butt with the Sportcreme. "I'll be back in the morning
to do it again, bro."
Rob slept (prone, of course) surprisingly well that night for he
knew that things had metamorphosed in his world. The pain in his
butt did not matter; it was a mere unimportant detail in the
great scheme of things. What was most significant was that the
two most important men in the entire universe now knew that he
was no longer a baby but a MAN!
The End
© Copyright A.I.L. January 16, 2000
Y.
Valid return address is <YLeeCoyote@Juno.com>
(Posting address is for the spammers)
See my stories at:
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