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ST: The Beaver's Spankings (MMtt, spank, parental)
Recently I saw a "Leave It to Beaver" episode on TV-Land. The
Beaver'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. Ward's father, Gramps, was
deceased in the series; although in my fictional reality, he is
not. The other characters belong to the show which I have
shamelessly appropriated under the "parody" exception to copyright.
The first two spankings have been posted before, but there are some
revisions.
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 Spankings
by
Y. Lee Coyote
The Beaver's First Spanking
"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 Beaver) and to have some "man talk".
"The bike shop called this afternoon, Beaver. Your bike will be
ready in the morning."
"Great, dad." said The Beaver 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, Beave, we'll do it in the morning."
"Great! I don't want to be illegal again." beamed the Beave.
"Illegal?" asked Gramps. Then the whole story came out. How the
bike was stolen and 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; I
seem to fly! 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 it helped 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?
More important, do you 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 Beaver 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 CLEAVER, AND ASSUME THE
POSITION."
"FATHER! Please!"
"No backtalk Ward or you'll get _double_!" Gramps just _loved_
that line.
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 Beaver 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 more than 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, almost forty, 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!!
Ward was crying. Gramps continued for a few more blows and then 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 he had a brand new
audience -- 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. Shortly after the boys said
goodnight to Gramps and went to bed also. Gramps said goodbye to
June and left.
A little latter The Beaver was having one of his talks with his
all-knowing, albeit very confused, big brother.
The Beaver's Second Spanking
A few weeks latter, Ward was on the 11:57 train as planed to go a
business conference for a week. June, Wally and The Beaver all
assured him that she and the boys could manage for a week without
him. "The boys are not babies." she said.
"We'll be good." the boys promised him for the umteenth time.
It was the next day that the accident happened. June's mother was
seriously, possibility critically, injured in an accident and June
had to go to her in the hospital back in their home town. Gramps
was available to "babysit" the boys and his housekeeper would take
care of the domestic chores. She left on the 9:28 train with the
earnest promise from the boys that they would be good and mind
their grandpa. Gramps assured her that all would be fine; after
all he raised Ward OK.
Wally and The Beaver quickly learnt that Gramps was a very
different sort of parent than they were use to. He watched them
very closely and even inspected their homework daily. They had a
strict curfew -- 6:00 for dinner (so that the housekeeper could
leave early) and then had to do homework until bedtime. On
Wednesday, like he frequently did, The Beaver stayed at his
friend's house for dinner but forgot to call. Since Wally was at a
friends house for dinner and to work on a school project he could
not explain that to Gramps. When The Beaver returned at 8:00
Gramps was quite upset. The Beaver's casual attitude was not
helpful. A humble apology might have saved him but stating that it
was a normal thing sealed his fate.
"Go do your homework, Theodor." a fuming Gramps ordered. "I'll see
you later."
As usual, Gramps came in a few minutes before lights out to check
their homework, but this night he came a little earlier. After
that parental task, he turned The Beaver's desk chair around and
sat down. With Theodor standing in front of him, he delivered a
long lecture on responsibility and consideration for others. Then
The Beaver heard something he had never heard before. "So that you
won't forget, I'm going to spank you."
The Beaver was stunned and so was Wally who was already in bed. He
had never even been threaten with a spanking before. Gramps pulled
his pj bottom down and pulled him across his lap. Gramps got a
firm hold on the boy's waist and patted his bottom. Then he raised
his hand and brought it down hard on the lad's bottom.
SPANK!!
The Beaver yelped. This was a new and unfamiliar sensation.
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
Then Gramps continued with hard rapid SPANKS for five minutes.
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
Before he was half though, The Beaver was crying. When Gramps
stopped he directed The Beaver to get into his bed. He turned the
light out as he left the room.
The Beaver cried for a while. Eventually Wally got up the courage
to comfort him. "It could have been worse, Beave; he could have
used his belt like he did on dad."
The Beaver's Third Spanking -- A Double Header
When Wally left school on Friday it was a glorious day -- the sun
shining in a cloudless sky and the temperature moderate. The
weather prediction for weekend was for heavy rain all weekend. "Not
fair," moaned one of his buddies, "why can't it rain on a fuckin'
_school_ day rather than on the weekend."
The gang went to the park to play ball until dusk all leaving their
homework for the rain days. As they walked home from the park,
Wally and Eddie were playing catch with the baseball. One disaster
they might have avoided, but four was just too much. First, Gramps
was outside looking for him as he was late. Second, they were in
the street and Eddie had to jump aside to avoid getting hit by car
passing with its brakes screeching. Third, Wally threw the ball
hard. It flew right by Eddie, now out of position. It flew right
by Gramps. It flew right _through_ a front window shattering the
glass.
"WALLACE CLEAVER get in the house immediately!" roared Gramps.
Wally ran inside. Eddie dashed the other way taking his slick
manners with him.
"Clean that mess up, Wallace, and don't cut yourself." snapped
Gramps as he picked up the hardball. Wally did as he was told
realizing that he had best be quiet. What Wally did not notice was
that Gramps was calling Eddy's parents. They had dinner
immediately for he had come home late. After the main course was
served, Gramps told his housekeeper that she could leave. Wallace
would do the dishes because he was late.
Inwardly, Wally sighed with relief. Although doing dishes was not
his idea of fun, it sure was better than being punished in many
other ways. Then he discovered that he was to serve the dessert --
some scrumptious cake -- but there were only two portions -- one
for Gramps and one for The Beaver. He got the message. Well, no
dessert and doing dishes was not so bad.
It was after he had finished the dishes, taped some cardboard over
the damaged window and taken out the garbage that Gramps started
that he was going to have a "little talk" but they would wait until
Edward came. Gramps was about to explain, when the bell rang.
Eddy was his usual super polite obnoxious self. "Good evening, Mr.
Cleaver. My mother said that you had something special for Wallace
and me and that I was to share it equally. Hi, Wally; Theodor.
She also expressed her appreciation for your help in this matter
since my father is away."
"Yes, Edward. Sit next to Wallace on the couch."
"You two have done several things wrong, Wallace and Edward. Do
you know what they are?"
Wally hesitated a minute and admitted to breaking a window and
being late.
"Excuse me, Sir, but I did not break a window nor was I late."
"That's true Edward but you and Wallace were doing something very
dangerous -- playing in the street and in a very careless manner.
You were almost run down right in front of here." Then he asked
what might be a fair punishment.
Wally was trapped and Eddy did not know where this was all leading.
Wally's brother had been spanked for being late just two day
earlier. "I guess that I should have to pay for the window and be
spanked like The Bea... er, Theodor was." Eddy had not known that
The Beaver had been spanked.
"Yes, Wallace, definitely spanked for being late but _also_
STRAPPED for playing in the street with traffic which is very, very
dangerous. Fortunately, only the window was hurt and not you or
friend. That, Edward, is what I have special for Wallace that your
mother said for you to 'share'."
Eddy was shocked. He had never been even been spanked and now he
was about to be strapped by his best friend's grandfather and with
two witnesses. Eddy could only stutter.
"Your mother said you can get your due now with Wallace or you can
wait until your father returns and get it double."
"Wallace, give me your belt and get into position, lad." Wally
vividly remembered what Gramps had done to his father a few weeks
earlier. He slowly slipped the belt out of his pants and took up a
position near the hall. Then he dropped his pants and briefs.
"You're going to get one for every year and I want you to count
them." stated Gramps as he took his position.
WHACK!! went the belt.
After the unfamiliar pain stimulated yelp, Wally managed a weak
"One". The Beaver was watching and he winced in sympathy. Eddy
watched in horror.
WHACK!! "Two."
WHACK!! "Three." WHACK!! WHACK!!
Wally was confused for he realized that he was getting a hard-on by
the time WHACK!! he said: "Six."
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
Wally could also feel the tears building up but he managed not to
cry until WHACK!! he said: "Ten."
WHACK!! "Eleven."
WHACK!! "Twelve." By now he was bawling.
WHACK!! "Thirteen."
WHACK!! "Fourteen."
Wally straightened up and Eddy was in a daze. "Edward, get into
position." Gramps said in a commanding voice worthy of a Marine DI.
Slowly, Edward walked forward and took Wally's place. Three pairs
of eyes were on him as he dropped his pants and briefs. Slowly he
bent over and Gramps said: "You know the drill, lad."
WHACK!! Eddy howled like a banshee and squeaked out a week: "One."
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
Eddy was like a crying banshee as he tried to count "four".
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
Eddy missed counting stroke nine so Gramps repeated it.
WHACK!! "Nine" he said -- sorta through his bawling.
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! "Thirteen."
WHACK!! "Thirteen."
WHACK!! "Fourteen."
"Each of you go stand in a corner." ordered Gramps. They did as
they were told. As they stood there, their tear rates diminished.
Both youths remained very hard.
The Beaver was all eyes as he watched this. His great big brother
and obnoxious buddy were getting strapped on their bare bottoms by
his grandpa. He was confused that he found this so exciting.
Apparently Wally and Eddy did also for even though they was crying
like a babies, they were hard. He wondered why his own equipment
was tingling.
He continued to stare at Wally, who was always so strong, and Eddy
standing in the corners with their freshly strapped asses hanging
out and glowing red and crying. "Have you finished your homework
yet, Theodor?" Gramps asked quietly. The Beaver took the hint and
went to his room.
The Beaver's Fifth Spanking
A half hour later, The Beaver heard the front door open and close
and then Wally joined him in their bedroom. He had stopped crying
but did not want to talk. He quickly stripped and showered. He
put on his pj top but not the bottoms and stood in the corner. The
Beaver was not sure what to think but he had no doubts about what
to look at -- his brother's still hot butt -- as he sat at his desk
not really doing his homework.
A few minutes latter, Gramps came in. Not surprisingly he pulled
out the desk chair and called Wallace over. "It time for your
spanking for being late, Wallace." Wally let himself be guided
into position just as The Beaver had done two nights ago. He took
a firm grip and patted the naughty boy's already hot bottom. Wally
winced for he knew that this was going to hurt. He clenched his
teeth in the hope that he would not yell as he did with the strap.
He was very aware that his little brother was watching.
"SLAP!!" Gramps laid on the first spank real hard. It took all of
Wally's will power not to yell out. As spank after spank crashed
down on his butt checks, he managed not to yell but could not help
but to cry. Eventually, Gramps stopped and both boys got into bed
and Gramps said goodnight and put out the light.
The Beaver wanted to know which hurt more -- the belt or Gramps's
hand. Wally refused to answer as he sobbed himself to sleep.
In the morning Gramps took the boys to the hardware store to get a
replacement pane of glass and the other stuff needed. Then during
a break in the rain, they all replaced the glass. Wally arranged
to pay Gramps in three weekly instalments for the materials after
he got his allowance.
After lunch, Gramps took the boys to the movies and then they
picked up Ward. Gramps never said anything about the window or any
of the spankings.
The End
(C) Copyright by A.I.L. September 14, 2000
Y.
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