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ST: The Beaver's First Spanking (M/m, spank, parental)
Recently I saw a "Leave It to Beaver" episode on TV-Land. The
Beav's new bike is stolen and as always, everything is resolved by
talk. Well, not everyone believes in that newfangled idea: "Use
the rod; spoil the child." This is a sequel that many of us would
like to see which returns to basics. Incidentally, I don't know if
there was a Gramps or not in the series, but the other characters
belong to the show which I have shamelessly appropriated under the
"parody" exception to copyright.
The following story is fiction. It contain scenes of spanking. If
such a subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor
(i.e., child) please leave now.
This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is
prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are
permitted only if complete including the copyright notice.
The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, and suggestions. YLeeCoyote@Lycosmail.com
The Beaver's First Spanking
by
Y. Lee Coyote
"June, that was a delicious dinner, thank you." said Gramps as June
took the last of the dishes to the kitchen leaving the "men" at the
table to dawdle over her scrumptious double chocolate cake with
coffee (for Ward and his father, Gramps) and milk (for Wally and
the Beav) and to have some "man talk".
"The bike shop called this afternoon, Beav. Your bike will be
ready in the morning."
"Great, dad." said the Beav with great effusiveness, "Can we pick
it up and register it?"
"I don't know if the office is open on Saturday?" replied Ward.
"It was when we registered your bike, son." said Gramps.
"Steve registered his a few weeks ago, dad, on a Saturday."
injected Wally, ever helpful.
"OK, Beav, we'll do it on Saturday morning."
"Great! I don't want to be illegal again." beamed the Beav.
"Illegal?" asked Gramps. Then the whole story came out. When the
policeman was there to take the report it turned out that they had
not registered the bike and did not even have the serial number.
Gramps was most interested in the failing of his son to register
the bike. He remembered when Ward was sixteen and got a fancy new
bike. He was suppose to register it but did not until he got a
ticket. He remembered what ensued. "Ward, do you remember your
three- speed bike when you were sixteen?"
Ward smiled as he thought back to those old days a half life ago.
"Yes, dad, it was the greatest. I could really go with that one.
It was so much faster that the old mono-speed one with its heavy
frame and fat wheels." Ward liked to talk about his past for he
though he help him get closer to his own boys.
The boys started to ask questions but Gramps did not let Ward
respond for he asked another question: "That was when it was not
locked up in the garage for the second week. Remember that, son?
Remember why?"
Ward still smiled but with less of a twinkle in his eyes. He did
remember but he wished that he hadn't. "That was a long time ago,
dad." Ward did not want to talk about that part of his past,
particularly in front of his sons.
Gramps persisted and Ward was forced to tell that he had failed to
register the bike (as he had promised) and had gotten a ticket.
Then for ridding an unregistered bike he got a spanking. Also, for
not keeping his word a strapping also. One of the results of that
was that he promised never, ever to put off registering a bike
again. "It seems that you hadn't learnt your lesson then Ward."
Gramps declared definitively.
Wally and the Beav were not sure what to make of all this. Even
though they never got spanked, they knew that the father had been
when he was kid. The conversation was sure working towards some
punishment for each of them had had extremely similar conversations
with their father when they had transgressed.
Then it happened. The two boys would never have imagined such a
thing. Gramps stepped into the hall just outside the dinning room
archway. "GIVE ME YOUR BELT, WARD, AND ASSUME THE POSITION."
"FATHER!"
"No backtalk Ward or you'll get _double_!"
Slowly Ward approached his father while his sons, frozen in shock,
watched. He slowly approached his father, slipped the belt from
his trousers and handed it to his father.
"Drop 'em, son."
Ward opened his trousers and they fell to his ankles. He bent
over.
"Everything, son."
Ward straighten up, dropped his underwear and resumed the position.
Gramps doubled the belt and raised it. Then he brought it down on
his son's bare butt.
WHACK!!
Ward flinched and bit his tongue to try not to cry out. Both Wally
and the Beav had saucer eyes. Their father was getting strapped by
his father, their grandfather. Strapped on his bare ass right in
front of them. Gramps was angry at his son for forgetting his
promise even after twenty years. The belt spoke of that wrath
again and again.
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
Then Wald lost his resolve not to cry out. He slipped back into
the mind set of a youth being strapped by his father. When he was
sixteen he yelled and cried. Now, at thirty-six, he was about to
do the same. He could not help himself. He succumbed to the pain
and the dam broke.
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
WHACK!!
Then he cried. Gramps continued for a few more blows. Finally, he
stopped. Ward thought that it was over, but not quite. "Into the
corner, boy." ordered Gramps. Ward, with tears still dripping,
stood up and found the corner. He knew the rules: no rubbing,
hands on head and no talking -- just stand with his bright red butt
showing for everyone to admire. This time the audience was very
different -- his own two sons.
After what seem to be an eternity to Ward but was really only a
half hour, Gramps sent Ward to bed. The boys said goodnight to
Gramps and went to bed also. Gramps said goodbye to June and left.
A little latter the Beav was having one of his talks with his
all-knowing big brother.
The End
(C) Copyright by A.I.L. September 7, 2000
Y.
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