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德州审判
我的名字叫雷.西蒙森，我是德克萨斯州西部城镇的一个农场主，下面我告诉你们关于我的家庭背景的一些情况。我今年三十五岁了，是三个孩子的单身父亲。我的前妻罗丝是一个家庭主妇，在毒品开始流行的时候孩子们还很小，不幸的是德克萨斯这个地方也没能抵制住毒品的侵袭，她也染上了这个坏蛋习惯。接下来我们采取了各种措施，进戒毒所等等方式都无法使她离开病毒，所以我决定和这个傻瓜离婚。经过了一番短暂的监护纷争，法院最终做出了我已经知道的决定，她不适合称职的母亲，我获得了三个孩子的监护权。
我的三个儿子是我生活中的曙光，我深深的爱着他们每一个人。德里克今年16岁，他刚刚获得了驾驶执照，而且在我的帮助系他获得了他的第一个工作。肖恩和琼今年12岁，他们是一对淘气而且总是惹麻烦的双胞胎，但是现在不是说他俩的时候。这个故事是关于德里克和他的工作的。和所有的16岁的孩子一样，德里克是一个聪明的傻瓜，认为自己知道所有可恶的事情，幸运的是，我知道怎么处理这件事情。
我从小生长在德克萨斯州，我的父亲也在这个农场。多年以前，我们一起开始从事商业。我想一些人会认为我的成长过程很严格。我真的没有这样认为，我在成长过程中学会了怎么样努力工作，尊重我的长辈和那些规则。一旦我的行为超出了限制，我的父亲就会狠揍我的屁股。我按照我父亲的哲学去培养我的孩子，我想乡亲们会认为我是一个很严厉的父亲。
回到德里克和他的工作。当他16岁的时候，德里克开始因为想要一辆汽车而是我烦躁。这些天孩子们似乎认为他们需要一辆汽车然后开车去上高中。虽然我能够给他没买一辆，但是我没有那么做、这种事情不会在我家里发生。我告诉德里克他需要一份工作然后攒钱买汽车，买保险，买汽油和所有能够想到的花费。一旦我认为他有了足够的钱，而且他保证的他的学业，我们会去商量这件事情。德里克看起来很失望，但是还是比较懂事而不至于回来继续和我谈这件事情。
当德里克离开他的高中的时候，他将参加家里的事业。那一天还有一段时间才到，其间，我想让他到社会上从事一份工作然后去懂得美元的价值。我童年时期的好朋友，查理 约翰森是当地麦当劳的一般经理。我和他说德里克想在他那找份工作，我和查理从小在一起长大，而且我们都经常被彼此的父亲打屁股
。所以查理知道我是怎么培养我的孩子的，他也知道我希望从他那儿得到什么。我告诉他问题发生一次的时候要迅速并且明智的提出来，查理笑了而且完全按理解我的意思。我打赌他想他的所有雇员的父母都做这样一个安排。
此后，德里克很快开始了他的工作。他通过了培训而且开始从事下午五点到九点的工作。他的日常轮班以及大量的周末轮班就好像我安排他的日常家务，学校功课和其他活动一样。夏天很久到来了，如果他做好这个工作，查理在他的计划上会给他增加更多的工作来让德里克真正的开始存钱为了他的汽车。开始的几周德里克似乎对他的工作不是很起劲儿，当我把他从我破旧脏乱而且嘎嘎响的大卡车上扔下或者载走的时候，他似乎很尴尬，特别是当我们在停车场看到他的朋友开着他们的运动车加速减速的时候。虽然他从来没说什么，我笑着想，我的儿子将自己挣回他的汽车。
一个星期天，我正在开车收割一片田地的时候，我的手机在我要上振动了一下。我关掉卡车，所以当我刚接电话的手就听见声音了。另一头是查理约翰森。我突然感到一阵刺痛的恐惧，我想德里克可能受伤了，我我正要假设紧急情况发生的话让德里克接电话的时候，查理自信的说：“没有，那根本没发生。”
痛苦很快就被激怒代替了，然后是生气，我用抬起前臂用左手中的棒球帽擦了一下前额，电话在我的右侧，接下来我在德克萨斯的太阳下面坐在卡车上听了查理十分钟的讲话。
“好的查理，你知道我会对那些事情做些什么，”我轻微的提高我的声音说。“听着，对于你这位老朋友我真的很抱歉，”我继续说道，“我会针对这个给这个小子留下一个印象的，如果可以的话我希望你也能在现场。”查理知道我的意思，这是一个传统的的部分，惩罚经常被放在一个处置犯错的聚会的前面。“德里克是在今天下午的两点下班，是吗”，我边说边看我的手表，现在是下午1点15，“是的”，查理说。“作为事情的主管，从今天早上开店以后，我也会在两点离开，我跟你说，”他继续说道，“你结束你地里的活儿以后，我会开车载着德里克到你的家里去。这样可以节省你你从田里到镇上的一段路。”好极了！我想，一个小时以后我结束我地里的活儿，整个过程我一直在因为我的大儿子惹怒我而感到生气，而且为他自己通过制造了一个十分蠢的评价，这个评价被顾客反映给了查理，查理一定会非常难过。
我停好车后走回到我的房子，我看到这段路上的一阵烟雾。我穿过厨房的门，然后在非常愉快的空气条件下做了一个深呼吸。我从冰箱里抓起一瓶水，然后面向客厅。琼正在用吸尘器整理地毯。他关掉了机器看着我严厉的神色，“嘿，爸爸，”我的12岁的儿子试探着说道，然后检查着水去观察他是否是惹麻烦的一个。“肖恩哪去了？”，是我的回应。“在楼上清理浴室”，他胆怯的说道，他在猜我在想什么。“你们两个家伙在做家务？”我的语气充满了肯定来表示他们做的不错，“是的，爸爸”，他觉得安全了他的眼神终于停止了对我的猜测，我说：“不错，去叫肖恩下来，我要你们两个也在这儿。快点。”
“好的。爸爸”琼说完收拾好吸尘器之后蹦跳着上楼去了。我走过去打开前门，刚好看到查理和德里克下车。他们后面也是一阵烟雾，德里克穿着有趣的纤维制服，看起来十分亲切。我的儿子们尽管很强壮确实高挑的身材，就像我和他们的祖父一样。他们也拥有粗粗的黑亮的头发。德里克的制服松松垮垮的被称为高速公路一样，他的投手抓着他的匹配的带有巨大的M标志的帽子。查理，比我矮一些，看起来比我胖多了。他一定是喝了太多的啤酒和吃了太多的麦当劳，我想。他以前被我叫做布巴。我打开大门，他们刚好进来，德里克想我头来紧张的目光。这时候琼和肖恩已经迅速的默默的站在客厅里面，显然肖恩已经被通知到了事情的紧急性和不确定性。
“坐下吧，”我对大家说，每个人都在沙发上找了一个地方做。人的确很多，坐了两个沙发。当德里克要做到时候我说：“儿子，你的礼貌在哪儿？给你的老板拿些喝的来。”根据自己酿造的麻烦他决定说了“好的，爸爸。”很聪明的离开了，虽然有点迟了。“约翰森先生，我可以给您拿点喝的东西吗？”德里克问道，他知道这比“查理”更好。我不在其他孩子是否想米奇D那样做，但是我的儿子一定要对长辈有规矩而且充满尊重，否则的话！查理看了德里克一眼简单的说“一杯啤酒”。和我想到一样。我注意到了他声音里的成绩感和眼睛里的胜利的目光，然后说出这两个词。德里克很快从厨房回来将啤酒递给查理手坐了下来。可惜的是，这是不可以的。
“德里克-丹尼尔-西蒙森”，我大叫的站起来，“我就知道你那灵巧的嘴会在今天给你带来工作上的麻烦！”当我的话回荡在空气中的时候时间似乎停止了一下，肖恩和琼紧张的深深的吸了一口气，认识到他们今天不是都挨打，德里克这时脸已经变白以及肩膀明显的下垂显示了对我的回应。“查理已经在高速我在汽车餐厅的窗口发生了什么！”我咆哮道，“你是想通过你的解释令事情变得更糟呢还是开始对你进行惩罚。”我命令道。我那16岁的儿子吞咽了一下，知道他的的判决已经做出了而且任何的恳求都是没有用的。他看着我的眼睛坚忍的说：“我准备接受我的惩罚，爸爸。”我点了点头，“很好！”
“为了确保我惩罚你是正确的，今天你在汽车餐厅工作窗口工作的时候，一个顾客刚把菜单拿起说‘我想……’而你就对这位顾客做出了自以为很风趣的评价，你以为只有你和其他员工听得到，没想到你按错了按钮而是顾客也听到了你的评价，是不是这样？”一个停顿之后，“嗯，爸爸。”德里克肯定的说。“说你自己说完呢”我要求道，停顿很长时间之后我说“我说，是的，你要承受我给你的一切。”他不安的接受了，眼睛盯着地毯，“孩子，现在你将接受我给你的惩罚。”我通知他然后指向前门。
德里克慢慢的走向储物柜从里面拿出来两样东西到客厅的中心，一个是金属的折叠椅，一个是看起来很低劣的板子。这是多年前我叫德里克在木制品商店里面学习制作的，因为我发现他对木匠师傅说脏话。当然，我还有一些其他的板子和皮带，但是这是为了给我儿子一个惩罚的感觉，用他亲手做的板子打他的屁股。这完全是按照我的规格做的，一个5/8英寸宽，16英寸长的中大型枫木板子，板子有一个舒服的把儿而且表面钻了小孔。板子做的很好而且上了漆，木匠师傅就坐在这里目击了这个板子第一次拍打了德里克赤裸的臀部。
德里克展开折叠椅，然后低着头不敢看我，把板子交给我，“脱光你的衣服，儿子。”他没意外的害羞的说：“是，爸爸。”我看着他慢慢脱掉，一个完整的惩罚应当包括一个完全控诉和任何形式的羞辱和对尊严的惩罚。如果有旁观者，那就更好了。打一顿屁股应当带来疼痛和羞辱，因此，我们家每次都要打光屁股，而且就在客厅的这个地方。
德里克坐在折叠椅上脱下了他的鞋和袜子，把他们放到折叠椅下面附近的地方。我想这是他最后一段坐在椅子上的时间。然后他站起来，解开他的腰带，然后脱下他高腰的制服裤子，然后脱下制服上衣，德里克叠好这些东西把他们放在了折叠椅子的座位上。我微微的笑着看着德里克的健壮的身体，仿佛二十年前的我站在镜子前一样。有一天，他一定会成为一个出色的男人，但是像他的父亲一样，使他在高标准的要求下成长是我的责任。他的目光落在我身上，我点了点头，示意他连内裤一起脱掉。当然，他知道怎么做。也许这是一个无意的，或者是希望宽大处理。德里克勾起他的手指攥成拳头自然的垂落下来，他的巨大的东西自然松了下来。
就在德里克准备好了以后，我将注意力转移到沙发上的人们。举起板子，指向我那两个12岁的儿子，“我想要你们知道今天发生了什么特殊的事情！在你们通过一些脏话给我们家带来耻辱的时候，也许你们应该考虑一下第二次发生这些。我的孩子在我的家里违反我的规矩，就要接受这些。”
我走向房子的中心，然后面向我的赤裸的儿子，然后将折叠椅转过来，然后背面冲着我，然后坐着的那面冲着壁炉。德里克站在椅子的后面，然后面向壁炉，赤裸的臀部和其他的一样暴露在空气中。这个姿势保证了屋子里的每个人（包括从前窗户走过的人）都会有完美的视角看到这个过程。我战好然后右手轻轻的放在他脖子的后面，板子放在我的左手里。“孩子，我告诉你你不得不接受你的行为所带来的一连串的后果，是不是？”“是的，爸爸。”16岁的孩子生硬哽咽着说道。“你的行为今是十分令人难以接受的而且现在你将要面对这个后果。我要对你做一些超出你的忍受范围的行为，你能理解吗？我的儿子。”“能理解。”他战栗着说。
我慢慢的将他的头压到在折叠椅子上的衣服上，不是蹲着或者是倾斜身体，也不是弯曲膝盖的姿势，而是双脚在地毯上平伸着，然后身体从腰部弯曲。由于知道这个规矩，德里克双手抓着椅子的两条腿之间的放脚的地方。我把板子放到我的右手上，然后将左手放在德里克背部的中间。“分开你的双腿，儿子。”“是的，爸爸。”在我的几次调整之后，终于形成了这个姿势，我知道这提供了一个很大面积击打的地方，整个屁股几乎没有打不到的地方。他也给挨打的人提供了一个下上往上的视角去看旁观者。“啪”，当我尽全力猛击了一下之后，声音好似传来一声枪响。德里克嗯……了一声，我们可以看到，坚强的家伙，我想。“啪！！！”，板子再一次陷进他的屁股当中。“啪！！！”，第三下击打在相同的地方，德里克发出了比哼更大的喊叫声。一个漂亮的红板子印子开始出现。“啪！！！”第四下重击打在柔软的大腿根，也就是屁股连接大腿的地方。“哦…………”德里克充满了泪水的喊叫着。他的大腿在颤抖，“啪！！！”第五下打在相同的地方……“对…………不起！！”
“啪！！！”第六下，一样的点，“爸……爸！”我感到德里克开始在我的左手下摇晃。“啪！！！”第七下打在同样的地方，我们的坚强先生开始要哭了。“啪！！！”第八下，同样的地方，眼泪开始流了出来。“啪！！！”第九下，还是那个地方，他开始向后摇晃他的大腿，但是他没有失去位置，因为他的知道这样好一些，这也是他的私处不住的摇晃。“啪！！！”第十下，一样的点，“我真的…………很抱歉，爸……爸！”
我暂停了击打，“你真的抱歉，孩子！现在我可以看到你集中注意力吗？”
“嗯 …………爸爸。”德里克哭喊着，“我的大儿子，在他工作的地方对顾客不尊重，在他的第一份工作，在他的第一个月？”我怀疑的问道，“是这么回事吗？”我命令道在他回答第一个问题之前。“是…………的……爸爸……”这个答案为德里克赚取了五次更加用力的责打。我保持我的左手始终在他大汗淋漓的悲伤，我继续问道，“你做了什么啊？试图取悦一个小女孩是吗？”我大喊道，然后暂停了一下，接下来，“是……的，爸爸……”答案伴随着五次更用力的挥动板子出来了。
我暂停了下来，他的屁股已经整个红的发亮了，他开始放开嗓子号啕大哭起来，不再忍住什么，“怎么会想起做这种事情？你认为她知道你光着屁股被你的爸爸打屁股，当着你的老板和两个弟弟面哭得像个小孩子一样就会高兴吗？回答我，德里克！她会高兴吗？”一句“不会的，爸爸”终于说了出来。“啪！！！”我给了我儿子另外的十下用力的，快速的，用他自己做的板子的责打，他的屁股现在开始青紫然后有点起泡了。
我又一次停了下来，“孩子，我告诉过你我要打你一顿你承受不了的。”我提醒他，他的脸红红的，不住的哽咽，口水从他的嘴里流到他的脑袋刚在放在上面的衣服上。现在他不住的哽咽。
“你是我的第一个孩子，但你没有如我期望的那样给你弟弟们做出一个榜样，德里克，你显示出的素食是你做哥哥的责任和肖恩和琼的榜样吗？”
“呜，呃，没有，爸爸！”“啪！！！”我给了我儿子最后的十下，这十下是用他的板子，没一下都尽力的责打他的屁股。他的屁股现在已经是青紫，他边哭嘴里不住的含糊不清的。他冷静了一段时间以后，我说，“站起来！”这伴随着一声“是的，爸爸。”德里克站起来面向我，然我我抱着他，把他紧紧的抱在我的怀里，“我爱你，孩子。”我温柔的说，“我也爱你，爸爸。”他回答说，在我的肩上留下了他的眼泪和口水的印记。
“现在，我要你向查理道歉，”我引导他说，“恩，爸爸。”德里克满满的走向沙发，然后站在三个旁观者的面前，我看到两个令我满意的大大红屁股圈，其余的部分则是青紫交加、“真对不起，约翰森先生，这不会再发生了。”他的承诺附带着他的眼泪。“我知道，”查理边说边把他的空啤酒瓶放在桌子上。
“向你两个弟弟道歉。”我命令道， “是的，爸爸。”德里克转向肖恩和琼，“我很抱歉让你呆在下面，将来我会成为一个出色的哥哥的。”他完成了他的断断续续的道歉，两个小家伙一致的点头。
“最后，你将被禁足一个月，除了工作和上学。”“知道了，爸爸。”我手里仍然拿着板子，然后说道“记住你做一个好哥哥的承诺，你的工资将被用来支付两个弟弟的夏季衣服。”他点头揉揉眼睛说道：“好的，爸爸。”
“现在收拾你的东西然后上楼去，没我的命令不准下来。”命令还没说好以前，德里克已经开始移动了，“你们两个去给动物加饲料。”他们几乎是立刻离开房子。
我挨着查理坐了下来，把板子放在桌子上，我累死了。他转向我笑着说，“现在，这就我所说的德克萨斯州审判。”我们两个哈哈大笑。
My names Ray Simonson and Im a rancher in a small West Texas town. Ill give you a little background about my family. Im a 35 year-old, single father of three. My ex-wife Ruth was a stay-at-home mom but started dabbling in drugs when the kids were little. Unfortunately, rural areas of West Texas are not immune to the drug scourge. She developed a serious habit. After various interventions, trips to rehab, etc., she still couldnt leave the crystal meth alone. So I divorced her ass! After a short custody battle the court determined what I already knew. She was an unfit mother. I gained sole custody of my kids.
My three sons are the light of my life and I love each of them dearly. Derek is my 16 year-old. He just got his drivers license and, with my help, his first job. Then there are the twins, Sean and Jon, age 12. They are identical twins, full of mischief and always into trouble. More about Sean and Jon another time. This story is about Derek and that job of his. Like all 16 year-olds, Derek can be a smart-ass, and thinks he knows every damn thing. Fortunately, I know how to deal with that.
I grew up here in Texas and my dad is also in ranching. We went into business together years ago. I suppose some folks would consider my upbringing strict. I didnt really see it that way. I grew up learning about hard work, respecting my elders and following the rules. When I got out of line, my dad seriously busted my ass. I raise my boys with the same philosophy as my dad. I guess some folks would consider me a strict dad.
Back to Derek and his job. When he turned 16, Derek started bugging me about getting a car. Kids these days seem to think they need a car to drive to high school. Though I could afford to buy him a car, I wasnt about to. Thats not how things work in my house. I told Derek that he would get a job and save for a car, for insurance, for fuel and all associated expenses. Once I determined he had enough money, if he kept his grades up, we would talk about it then. Derek was clearly disappointed but didnt say anything. He knows better than to back talk me.
Once Derek is out of high school, hell join the family business. That day will come soon enough. In the meantime, I wanted him to work in the real world and learn the value of a dollar. My childhood friend Charlie Johannson is the general manager of the local McDonalds. I spoke to him about Derek getting work there. Me and Charlie were good friends growing up and often stayed over at each others homes. I got spanked by Charlies dad and he got spanked by mine, on many occasions. So Charlie knows how I raise my boys and what I expect from them. When Charlie agreed to hire Derek, I told him that if he had any problems at all with my son to let me know. I told him the problem would be a one-time occurrence and would be addressed swiftly and judiciously. Charlie smiled and knew exactly what I meant. I bet he wished he had a similar arrangement with all the parents of his employees.
Derek started work shortly thereafter. He went through his training and began working the 5-9 p.m. shift during the week and various other shifts on the weekend, as I deemed his chores, schoolwork and other activities would permit. Summer was fast approaching and if he did a good job, Charlie would add more shifts to the schedule allowing Derek to really start socking away the cash for that car. The first few weeks of his employment were uneventful. Derek seemed embarrassed when I dropped him off and picked him up from work in my old, dirty, rattletrap work truck. Especially when we would see his friends in the parking lot with their spor
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ts cars and tricked-out pick-ups. He never said anything though. I just smiled. I was determined my son was gonna earn his car.
One Saturday I was out on my tractor harvesting a field when I felt my cell phone vibrate on my hip. I shut the tractor off so I could hear as I picked up the phone, a little annoyed about being interrupted while working. It was Charlie Johannson on the other end. A stab of fear suddenly gripped me as I thought Derek might have been injured at work. Id had Derek put my cell phone on his application under "in case of emergency." "Oh no, its nothing like that," Charlie assured me. Relief was quickly replaced with irritation, then anger, as I held my baseball cap in my left hand wiping my brow with my forearm and the cell phone in my right, listening to Charlie for ten minutes while sitting on my tractor in the Texas sun.
"Well Charlie, you know what Im gonna do about that," I said slightly raising my voice. "Listen, Im real sorry about this old friend," I continued, "I intend to make an impression on that boy over this and Id appreciate it if you could be present." Charlie knew exactly what I meant. Its somewhat of a tradition in these parts that discipline is often administered in front of the offended party. "Derek gets off work at 2:00 p.m. today, right?" I asked looking at my watch. It was a quarter past one. "Yes," Charlie responded. "As a matter of fact, Im taking off at 2:00 as well, since I opened the store this morning. Tell you what," he continued, "You finish working that field and Ill drive Derek home. Save you from having to make a trip into town." Perfect! I thought, as I fired up the tractor. I could just finish this field in about an hour. I fumed the whole time about my firstborn son embarrassing me, and humiliating himself by making a smart-ass comment which a customer heard and then complained to Charlie about. He was going to be very sorry.
I was walking back toward the house after parking my tractor when off in the distance I spotted a telltale dust cloud indicating an approaching vehicle. I entered through the kitchen door and gave a sigh of relief as I was enveloped by the blessed air conditioning. Grabbing a bottled water from the fridge I headed toward the living room. Jon was in there vacuuming the carpet. He quickly shut off the machine upon seeing my stern expression. "Hey Dad," one of my 12 year-olds said tentatively, testing the waters to see if he was the one in trouble. "Wheres Sean?" was my only response. "Upstairs cleaning the bathrooms" he said timidly, still trying to read my mind. "You boys about done with your chores?" I asked in a tone indicating they had better be. "Yes, Sir," said Jon, playing it safe. "Vacuuming and bathrooms were the last two things on the list." After guzzling down half of my bottled water, I said, "Fine. Run upstairs and get Sean. I want you both in here, pronto."
"Yes, sir" was all Jon said as he hurriedly put away the vacuum and scampered up the stairs. I walked to and opened the front door just as Charlie and Derek were getting out of the car, a cloud of dust settling behind them. Derek looked kind of funny in his polyester uniform. All my boys were tall and lanky though sinewy, like myself and their grandfather. They also had the same thick, jet-black hair. Dereks uniform slacks could charitably be called highwaters. He was clutching his matching visor with a big "M" on it in his right hand. Charlie, on the other hand, was somewhat shorter than me and had grown to be pretty heavy-set. Too much beer and too many Big Macs, I decided. Hes what we call a Bubba, in these parts. I held the screen door as they both passed through, Derek throwing me a worried glance. Just then Jon and Sean timidly and silently entered the living room, Jon evidently having warned Sean of the grave and yet uncertain nature of the situation at hand.
"Have a seat boys," I said to all assembled, and no one in particular. Everyone found a place on the couch. Its actually a large corner group, so two couches. Just as Derek was about to sit down I said, "Where are your manners, Son? Offer your boss something cold to drink." Sensing trouble brewing he decided on a "Yes Sir." Smart move, though a little late. "Mr. Johannson, may I get you something to drink?" asked Derek. He knew better than to use "Charlie." I didnt care what the other kids at Mickey Ds did, my boy was going to treat his elders with deference and respect, or else! Charlie looked Derek in the eye and simply said, "a beer." Knowing Charlie like I do, I noted the slight sense of triumph in his voice and glint of victory in his eyes as he uttered those two words. Returning quickly from the kitchen Derek was anxious to take his seat after handing the beer to Charlie. Alas, it was not to be.
"Derek Daniel Simonson!" I barked, standing up, "I understand your smart mouth caused you to get into trouble today at work!" Time seemed to stand still for a moment while my words hung in the air. Jon and Sean breathed an audible sigh of relief, realizing their number was not up today, while Derek turned pale and his shoulders visibly drooped in response to my statement. "Charlie told me what happened at the drive-through window!" I thundered. "Would you care to make matters worse by trying to explain your behavior or shall we proceed with your punishment?" I challenged. My 16 year-old gulped, knowing his sentence had already been decided on and that any appeal would be denied. He looked me in the eye and stoically said, "Im ready for my punishment, Sir." I nodded, "Very well!"
"Just to make sure I understand this correctly, you were working the drive-through window and a customer pulled up to the menu outside. After the standard greeting the customer said, Ill have… and you, trying to be funny, made a comment you thought only the other employees with headsets could hear. But you pushed the wrong button and the customer heard you. Is that correct?" A pause, then "Yes Sir," Derek confirmed. "And what exactly did you say?" I demanded. Another longer pause, and then "I said, No youll have what I give you," he sheepishly admitted, staring at the carpet. "Son, now youll have what I give you," I announced and pointed toward the front door.
Derek walked slowly to the entry closet near the front door, removed two items and came to the center of the living room. The first item was a generic folding metal chair. The second item was a mean-looking wooden paddle. I had Derek make it in wood shop class earlier in the school year after finding out hed been mouthy with his shop teacher. I had other paddles and belts, of course, but there was somehow a sense of justice spanking my son with a paddle he had made with his own hands. Customized to my specifications, it was 5/8 inch thick maple, 16 inches in length with a comfortable handle and a generous-sized spanking surface drilled through with holes. It was nicely finished and varnished. That shop teacher sat right here in this living room to witness the maiden voyage of that paddle across Dereks bare backside.
Derek unfolded the metal chair and left it in the center of the living room and brought me the paddle. He didnt look up when he handed it to me, "Take all your clothes off, Son." Not surprised he glumly said, "Yes Sir." The way I see it, a proper punishment should include a complete denial of any form of modesty or dignity. If there are witnesses, so much the better. A spanking should be painful and humiliating. Thats how my Dad raised me and thats how I raise my boys. Therefore, all spankings are administered on the bare bottom and right here in the living room.
Derek sat down on the folding chair and took off his shoes and socks and placed them neatly under the metal chair. Thats the last time hell be sitting for a while, I mused. As he stood, he unbuckled his belt and took down his high-water uniform pants, then pulled the uniform top over his head. Following protocol, Derek folded each item of clothing neatly and placed on the seat of the metal chair. I smiled inwardly at the boys physique. It was like looking into a mirror and getting a reflection from twenty years ago. Hes gonna make a fine man someday. But as his father, its my responsibility to hold him to high standards to facilitate the needed character growth. He glanced at me and I nodded slightly, indicating his under shorts were to be removed as well. Of course, he knew that. Perhaps it was an involuntary, last ditch hope for clemency. Derek hooked his thumbs inside the boxers and slid them down. His rather sizeable equipment flopped free as he did so.
As Derek finished readying himself for his punishment, I turned my attention to those parked on the couch. Gesticulating with the paddle, I addressed my 12-year old twins, "I want you boys to pay special attention to whats happening here today! Maybe youll think twice before running off at the mouth and bringing shame on our home! When my sons, living in my house, break my rules, THIS is what will happen!"
I walked to the center of the room toward my naked son and turned the folding metal chair around so the back was facing me and the sitting surface was facing the fireplace. Derek took his place standing behind it, facing the fireplace, bare butt and everything else on display. This formula provided everyone in the room (and anyone who happened to walk by the front window) a perfect view of the proceedings. I placed my right hand gently around the back of his neck and held the paddle in my left. "Son, Ive always taught you th
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at you had to accept the consequences of your actions, havent I?" "Yes Sir," the 16 year-olds voice cracked. "Your actions today were unacceptable and now youre going to face the consequences. Im gonna make a believer out of you today. Do you understand me, Son?" He trembled slightly and said, "Yes Sir."
I gently pushed his neck forward until his head was resting on the folded clothes on the seat of the metal chair. No leaning or crouching or bending of knees in this stance. Feet flat on the floor and body bent over at the waist. Knowing the routine, Derek reached forward grabbing the footrest between the two front legs of the chair with his hands as I switched the paddle to my right hand and placed my left hand in the middle of Dereks back. "Spread your legs, son." "Yes Sir." I gently tapped the paddle on his buttocks and said "Further." He obeyed and as required added "Yes Sir." Having been in this position on more than a few occasions myself growing up, I knew it provided a larger spanking surface and made it almost impossible to clench your butt cheeks, on purpose or otherwise. It also provided the spankee with an upside down view of the audience. "WHACK!!!!!!!!!" the sound filled the room like a gunshot as I delivered a full force swat. This elicited only a grunt from Derek. Hmmm. Well see about that, tough guy, I thought. "WHACK!!!!!" the paddle crashed into his ass again. "WHACK!!!!!" the third swat landing in the same exact place as the first two resulted in more of a yelp than a grunt. A nice red glow in the shape of a paddle was beginning to appear. "WHACK!!!!!" went number four landing on that tender "sit" spot where the buttocks meet the top of the legs. "Owwwwwwwww" yelled Derek now on the verge of tears. His legs trembled…."WHACK!!!!!" went number five, same spot…."Im soooooooorrrrrrrrrrrryyyyy!!" "WHACK!!!!! Went number six, same spot…."Daaaaaaaaadddddddd!!" I felt Derek start to wiggle a little under my left hand. "WHACK!!!!!" went number seven, same spot….Mr. Tough Guy was crying now. "WHACK!!!!!" went number eight, same spot….tears started streaming. "WHACK!!!!!" went number nine, same spot….he was now pumping his legs back and forth but never losing his position or footing (he knew better than that), which had his "junk" bouncing all over. Thats how young people refer to private parts, right? "Junk?" "WHACK!!!!! Went number ten, same spot…."Im sooorrrrrry Daaaaad!"
I paused. "Youre gonna be sorry, Son! Do I have your undivided attention now?"
"Yesss Siiirrr!" Derek whimpered. "My oldest son, disrespecting a customer in his place of employment, on his first job, in the first month?" I asked incredulously. "Is that what happened?" I demanded before he could reply to the first question. "Yesss Siiirrr!" That answer earned Derek five more hard swats in quick succession. Keeping my left hand planted in the middle of his now sweaty, heaving back, I paused again. "What were you doing?! Trying to impress a girl?!" I roared. A pause, then, "Yesss Siiirrr!" came the answer, followed by five more viscous swings of the paddle.
I paused again. His butt was now bright red all over and he was blubbering openly, no longer trying to hold anything back. "Howd that work out for ya? Huh? You think shed be impressed knowing you were butt naked, getting spanked by your Dad in front of your boss and two little brothers and crying like a baby? Answer me Derek! Would she be impressed?!" A resigned "No Sir!" was finally spoken. "WHACK!!!!" I gave my son ten more, hard, swift, bare butt swats with the paddle he made. His butt was now bruised and starting to blister a little.
I paused yet again. "Son, I told you I was gonna make a believer out of you," I reminded him. His face was red and swollen from crying. A string of spittle ran from his mouth down to his clothes where his head was resting. And he now had the hiccups.
"You are my firstborn son and I expect, no I require you to set an example for your little brothers to follow. Derek, did you display the qualities of a responsible big brother today and set a good example for Jon and Sean?" "Gulp….hiccup….sniffle….No Sir!" "WHACK!!!!" I gave my son a final ten, hard swats with his paddle. He was now blubbering and sobbing incoherently. After giving him a moment to calm down, I said, "Stand up!" This was followed by a relieved, "Yes Sir." Derek turned toward me and I put my arms around him, pulling him in close. "I love you, Son," I said softly. "I love you too, Dad," he replied, leaving a wet spot on my shoulder from his tears and sniffles.
"Now I want you to apologize to Charlie," I instructed. "Yes Sir." Derek stiffly walked toward the sofa and stood in front of the three assembled there. I noted with satisfaction the two large, crimson red circles in the center of his ass and the purple and blue marks covering the rest of his backside. "Im really sorry, Mr. Johannson. Nothing like that will ever happen again," he promised through his now subsiding sobs. "I know," was all Charlie said as he set his empty beer bottle on the coffee table.
"And apologize to your brothers," I commanded. "Yes Sir." Derek turned toward the 12-year olds, their eyes as big as saucers. "Im sorry I let you guys down. Ill be a better big brother in the future," he finished with a hiccup. The twins both nodded dumbly in unison.
"Finally," I said, "You are grounded for one week! You will go to school and work only! Is that understood?" Derek turned back toward me, "Yes Sir." Still holding the paddle, I added, "And in keeping with your promise to be a better big brother, your next paycheck will be used to pay for summer clothes for the twins." He nodded, rubbing his eyes, "Yes Sir."
"Now gather your things and go upstairs to your room. Do not come down until I call for you!" Derek was already moving before I finished my sentence. "You boys go feed the animals," I commanded, pointing the paddle at Jon and Sean. They vanished from the room almost instantly.
I flopped down heavily on the couch next to Charlie, setting the paddle on the coffee table. I was exhausted. He just turned to me and smiled and said, "Now THATS what I call Texas justice!" We both laughed. THE END.
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