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十九岁的男孩杰森，在这样一个仲夏的午后仍然躺在床上。杰森听见父亲在叫他（此处的英文似乎漏掉了一个词），他睁开眼睛，看了看他的闹钟。他那浅褐色的双眼在看到时间的时候蓦地睁大——已经12：20了。他应该在几个小时前就起床，根据他的父亲——汤米•莫尔非的命令开始做那些繁杂的家务了，比如修剪草坪或是打扫车库。汤米非常清楚儿子有足够的体力来完成这些家务，所以当他回家时仍然看到在前院后院的草仍然长得乱七八糟、并且车库仍然一团混乱时，他非常地惊讶。如果没有什么恐怖的事情发生了——比如杰森死了——就是男孩昏头了。汤米马上就要知道到底是怎么回事了。
杰森一下子从床上跳起来，飞快地穿起裤子，这个时候他的父亲进来了。父亲扫视了房间一眼，看了看杰森的衣着（只穿了短裤）和被子仍然没有叠起来的床（汤米一直坚持在起床后叠被子，并且总是用咆哮的办法使他儿子也这么做）。杰森还没有穿上牛仔裤，就被汤米抓住脖子按趴在了床上。汤米狠狠地在儿子穿着短裤的屁股上抽了几巴掌，“啪”，“啪”，“啪”，“啪”，“啪”。他一边继续连续地打杰森的屁股，一边问了两个没有什么必要的问题：“为什么我叫你做的家务你还没有做？而且你为什么睡得这么晚？”
杰森扭动着身体，抓紧了床单回答：“爸爸！求求你了！哦，爸爸，我错了！我昨晚熬夜学习了！”但是，就算是这样的回答，也不能避免在他屁股上一连串的巴掌。“啊，爸爸！我会马上做的！求你了！”他必须要让他父亲不要再打他的屁股了！他感觉越来越不舒服了。杰森的父亲又打了二十下后停了下来。杰森剧烈地喘息着，明白知道父亲松开他的脖子并且表示他可以起来了之前，最好不要起来。但是，他的父亲并没有这样做。反而当他想了一下后，他把手伸进杰森的短裤里面滑下了它。
杰森倒抽了一口气，他的眼睛一下子盈满了眼泪。“不要，求你了！”他一边恳求一边呜咽着。当他的父亲轻拍他已经开始有些痛的屁股的时候，男孩开始发抖。“儿子，你马上就要尝到一小部分接下来要发生的事情了。接着你要光着屁股做家务，同时我会拿着皮带盯着你做。如果你有什么马虎懈怠，我会‘激励’你的。然后你会再回到房间里面，把剩下的挨完再睡觉。趴着别动。”说着杰森的父亲放开了他，走到他自己的卧室去拿他那柄又大又厚的木发刷。杰森想到接下来要发生什么，一下子激动起来。当他的父亲拿着发刷回来时，他已经开始抽泣了。
汤米毫不同情。“起来，儿子。”他坐在杰森的无扶手木椅子上。杰森悲叹了一声照着做了——他明白自己没有选择。“爸爸，求求你了。”当汤米把杰森按在膝上时，男孩呻吟道。接着第一下落在了他的屁股上。“啪！”不管杰森以前被这个厚木刷打过几次屁股，他总是被木发刷第一次落在他毫无遮蔽的屁股上的疼痛惊吓到。他像往常那样喘息着，手擦过地板，希望得到一些支持，但是没有。
“啪！”，“啪！”，“啪！”，“啪！”。发刷非常无情地落下。它不仅在他赤裸的屁股上留下持续不断的疼痛，而且把他的大脑驱赶得一片空白，只留下疼痛感。
“哦，上帝，我受不了了，哦，求求你！”他用拳砸了下地板，腿踢着地板，试图减少一点疼痛——当然，这没有用。“爸爸，求求你了，听我说•••啊啊啊啊，停下来••• 不要！”第二十下落在屁股上时，他已经开始像一个十岁的孩子一样尖叫、哭泣，而且汤米还在持续地打。他用力往下挥着发刷，就好像他在挥舞着锤子把钉子定在墙上——但这没有什么钉子，那是杰森的屁股，滚烫的屁股，因为汤米认为他的话应该被遵循，他说的话就是上帝说的话，如果没有，那么他既要实施惩罚。
终于，在杰森的屁股被打了七十下之后，汤米停了一下来——但只停了一会儿。他用发刷摩擦着儿子伤痕累累的屁股，用之前放在杰森背上的那只手分开了他的双臀。杰森知道接下来要发生什么了。他大叫：“不要，求你了！”但汤米只说了短短一句话（“把屁股撅高，不然我打得更重，儿子”），于是杰森放下了踢打地板的双腿，把前额贴到面前濡湿的地板上，痛苦地呻吟、发抖。然后•••发刷狠狠地打在他的臀缝里。杰森甚至叫不出来——他只想夹紧双臀，但是他的父亲把他的屁股分得很开。然后他又被打了一下。然后又一下。当他父亲又在他屁股上打了一下时，杰森呼了一口气，尖叫道：“不要，啊——”
杰森大脑一片空白，只能感觉到疼痛。他疼得尖叫起来，无意识地恳求着：“啊！不要！•••轻点！•••求求你了•••啊——”却都没有组织汤米。发刷的重击持续着。整整四十下。杰森因为疼痛完全没有意识，他甚至不知道什么时候他的父亲停了下来。终于，五分钟后，杰森开始平静下来，汤米让他起来。杰森的手紧紧放在屁股上，揉着屁股，希望减轻疼痛。他甚至用手指揉着臀缝中间。他的父亲阻止了他，扭住他脖子使他转身，又在他的光屁股上狠狠打了几下，让杰森重新喊叫起来（“哦——”）。“我没允许你揉屁股，男孩。只要你还呆在家里，这就说明我在你搬出家之前‘拥有’你的屁股。不要让我抓到你再揉屁股！”杰森回答：“不会的，父亲，我不会的•••”他逃离了父亲紧抓他的手（和父亲的打），开始跳来跳去，希望能减轻屁股上的疼痛。
“好了，儿子。我要你站在墙角，直到你冷静下来。”汤米说着在木椅上坐下，指着墙角。杰森走到墙角，手放在头上（这是他父亲要求他站在墙角时要保持的姿势）。十分钟后，汤米站起来，杰森能听到他解开皮带的声音。汤米抓过儿子的肩膀，使他转了个身。走到前院时，他的儿子又开始哭泣了。
杰森站在那儿，浑身赤裸，屁股红肿，展示给全世界看。汤米用折叠起来的皮带轻拍杰森的屁股说：“我觉得有了这个就不用我再提醒你了。”(虽然他仍旧叫杰森动作快点)。于是杰森飞快地走下门廊的台阶，抓过割草机启动了它。
杰森在火辣的太阳下工作得很快——因为他直到一旦出错，皮带就会落在他的屁股上，而且他想快点进屋去。汤米惊讶他几乎不需要用到皮带了。但是最后杰森觉得他需要在太阳下喘口气时，汤米狠狠地用皮带抽在男孩的屁股上。不管怎么说，他已经睡得如此得晚，不需要再休息了！
每被皮带抽一次，杰森就叫出来，并且流出眼泪，手不由自主地伸向屁股，但都得到一声命令：“不许揉屁股！”同时手被皮带抽一下——本应该是抽在屁股上的。这不公平！太阳让他觉得火辣辣的，他的父亲也是这样！他只想要喘口气•••他的父亲甚至不会给他一分钟让他想一下接下来要干什么！他必须要不停地工作，并且保持手上一直有活儿干。如果他不知道接下来应该干什么，他最好假装他在做些事情，一直到他的父亲告诉他应该做什么，否则他什么也想不出来！
终于，工作了两个小时之后，汤米抓住杰森的肩膀，把他带回了房子里。
“听着，男孩儿，”汤米说，“这原本不是惩罚的一部分，但是你身上有汗的味道，而且看起来很累。去洗个澡吧。我会做点东西吃，这样你才有力气挨完惩罚的最后一部分。”
杰森非常地感激（并且惊喜），努力地挤出一个微笑，并且谢谢了他的父亲（此处原文有误），然后就快步地走进了浴室。“十分钟，杰森。”汤米警告道。“知道了，爸爸。”杰森应道。七分钟后，杰森腰下围着一条浴巾出现在了浴室外，看起来他似乎晒伤了。汤米放下手中正在做的两个金枪鱼三明治，说：“男孩，你一定感觉很不好吧。不过放心，等一下你的皮肤跟你的屁股相比一定会感觉冷下来不少的。把浴巾拿掉，没什么好害羞的。”杰森感觉非常难堪，而且他觉得害怕。拿掉浴巾时他的眼睛了蓄满了眼泪。他走到餐柜边，父亲把他的盘子滑过来给他。
“爸爸，我好像没什么胃口。”杰森诚实地说，他的目光低垂，这样他就不用和父亲对视了。“好吧，不过你最好还是吃一点，儿子。”汤米看着他儿子道。杰森开始发抖，害怕地顺从了父亲。因为紧张，他只用了大约二十秒就吃完了。“好了，杰森，”他的父亲一边说一从桌子那头走过来，“趴在桌子上。”杰森深吸一口气，趴了下去，呼出来时就变成了抽泣。“不准起来，”他的父亲警告着，拿起了他们进门时仍在地板上的皮带，“否则你会更惨。”杰森颤抖着呻吟道：“是，爸爸。”紧接着又抽泣起来。汤米把皮带放在儿子因为日晒和挨打的发烫的屁股上，扬起了右臂，然后••••••
“啪！”第一下狠狠地落在臀峰上。杰森疼得尖叫，眼泪一下子流了下来。他的腿忍不住开始踢踏着地板，希望能停止那样灼热的疼痛——那现在感觉像一条烙印一样——或者至少减轻一些！但是，没有。他反而得到了另一下抽打。他甚至还没有听到那声响彻房间的抽打声，就开始在疼痛中尖叫了。皮带一下一下抽在他灼痛的屁股上。他感觉自己正坐在一个炉上•••上帝，为什么他父亲要这么对待他呢，这不公平！
但是，出乎杰森预料，皮带很快停了下来。汤米只抽了他25下——虽然仍旧让他哭得一塌糊涂——但是通常他挨皮带都会比这重多了。当男孩如此努力地工作了一下午，并且他其实是因为熬夜学习才起晚了，这的确不算‘太’重。
杰森意识到皮带停下来了时，一下子跪了下去，把脸埋在搁在桌上的手臂里哭泣。汤米给了他五分钟时间调整，然后伸手拉起了儿子。“杰森，现在上床睡觉，不准下来，除非你要去洗手间。明天我们再讨论你应该每天几点上床睡觉。”杰森知道他父亲所说的‘讨论’是什么——一边被巴掌打屁股，一边听他的父亲训斥••••••他完全不想要这个。但是，至少现在他很高兴皮带终于停下来了——虽然这说明他在下午2：39就要上床睡觉！这是他父亲命令他去睡觉的最早记录了••••
第二天，汤米遵守诺言，跟他儿子开始讨论。
杰森发现自己被按在汤米膝盖上，汤米告诉他按时睡觉有多重要，同时他用巴掌打着杰森依旧疼痛、甚至有了淤青的屁股。
他们都‘同意’杰森新的就寝时间是工作日九点半，周末十点。
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Jason overslept.by Acapella
JASON," the nineteen year old boy, still laying in his bed in a midsummers afternoon, heard his father call away from his father. Jason opened up his eyes and laid them upon his alarm clock. The light hazel eyes grew wide when they crossed over the time; 12:20 PM. Jason had to be up hours ago doing various chores such as cutting the lawn and cleaning out the shed per Jasons fathers, Tommy Murphys, orders. Tommy knew that his son was perfectly well and fit enough to do the chores that he laid out that day and thats why when he came home he was shocked to see the grass still growing wildly in both his yards and the shed still a mess. Either something terrible had happened to Jason–such as death–or the boy had lost his head. Tommy was just about to find out.Jason leapt out of his bed and scrambled to put some pants on just as his father entered the room. His father glanced around the room and state of Jasons attire (simple boxers) and his unmade bed (Tommy all ways insisted on making the bed when he got up and instilled it into his son–with a whooping). Jason hadnt even started to put on a pair of jeans when Tommy grabbed the boy by the neck and pushed him face down onto his bed delivering some stinging swats to his sons boxered bottom. WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP. He kept the barrage of spanks up as he asked Jason two very obvious questions; "Why isnt the chores I set out for you done yet? And WHAT are you doing sleeping so late boy?!"
Jason squirmed and gripped onto the sheet covers and answered (because he knew better not to); "Daaad, please! Oh dad Im sorry! I stayed up late all night studying!" However, even with this perfect answer, the swats kept coming. "Ugh, dad! Dad come on, Ill get to it! Please!" He had to get his father to stop pounding his ass! It was starting to get severly uncomfortable. After about twenty more spanks, Jasons father stopped. Jason, breathing heavily, knew better to get up until his father let go of his neck and gave specific permission to get up. However that didnt come. Instead, after a period of thinking about it, Tommy hooked his fingers into Jasons boxers and slid them down.
Jason gasped, his eyes filling with tears automatically. "Nooo, please," he begged, as he whimpered into the comforter. The boy began to shudder as his father patted his all ready lightly sore bottom. "Youre going to get a taste of whats to come, boy. And then youre going to do your chores–bare bottom–while I watch you with my belt in hand. If you slack off any, Ill motivate you. Then youre going to come inside and get the rest of whats coming to you and going to bed. You stay put." Tommy released the grip he had on his son and went into his bedroom to fetch his big thick wooden hairbrush. Jason, all ready begining to get hysterical at the very thought of what was about to happen to him, began to sob when his father returned with the hairbrush.
Tommy was unsympathetic. "Get up, son," he said blantantly, sitting down on Jasons wooden armless chair. Jason moaned and complied–knowing that he had no choice. "Dad please," moaned Jason as Tommy pulled him over his lap. Then came the first spank. WHAM! No matter how many times Jason has been spanked with the thick, wooden hairbrush, he was always in shock the first time in landed on his helpless flesh. He gasped, as he always did, and scraped at the floor for some support–but none was given to him.
WHAP, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP. That hairbrush was merciless. Not only was it jarring his bare ass with unrelenting pain, it was getting to his head too. The pain filled his thoughts..
"OH GOD, I CANT TAKE IT.. OH PLEASE.." he slapped and pounded the floor, kicking and banging his feet against the floor to try and jiggle some of the pain away–and of course it didnt work. "PLEASE DAD, LISTEN TO ME PLEASE UGGH HUUHHHUHH STOP.. NO…" By his twentieth spank he was screaming and wailing like a ten year old and still Tommy kept going. He hammered that hairbrush away like he was hammering some nails into the wall–only these werent nails he was hammering. This was flesh; flesh that was being scorched because of one mans determination that he will be listened to, that his word was Gods word, that punishment will be administered when he wasnt listened to.
Finally after about seventy spanks Tommy stopped–but only for a moment. He rubbed the hairbrush over his sons wounded flesh and leaned over with the other hand–that was previously on Jasons lower back–and pried opened his ass cheeks. Jason knew what was coming next and began to get frantic "NOO, PLEASE!" But a few simple words from Tommy ("Keep it up and itll be alot worse, boy") and Jason lowered his kicking legs and leaned his forehead against the wet floor below him and began to just shudder and moan miserable. Then it came.. the first crack of the hairbrush right on his hole. Jason couldnt even scream–he just tried to clench his cheeks together but his father just kept them wide opened. Then there was another one. And another one. Finally after the fourth spank Jason let out his breath and screamed and cried: "NOOOAAAWWWAAAHH.."
Jason was in blinding pain. He was screaming miserably and couldnt even make full sense of his begging "WAAHHH NOOO BE GOOD PLEAAAASE UUHHHWAAAAHHHHHNOOOWAAH.." Nothing phased Tommy. The cracks kept coming. All fourty of them. Jason was delirious with pain. He couldnt even tell when his father stopped. Finally, a full five minutes later, Jason started to calm down and Tommy let him up. Jasons hands became plastered to his ass as he tried to ru
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b the pain out of his ass–he even took two of his fingers and began to rub the inside of it–before his father stopped him. His father grabbed him by the neck and turned him sideways giving him more spanks on his sore ass, renewing Jasons bawling ("WAAHHHHNOOOO"). "I did NOT tell you to rub, boy. And last I checked you still lived under my roof–that means I own your ass until you move out. DO NOT LET ME CATCH YOU RUBBING AGAIN." Jason responded with, "NOSIR, NOSIR, PLEAASE I WONT.." as he pulled away from his fathers grip (and spanks) and amusingly jumped around, dying to grip onto his painful ass.
"All right son, I want you in the corner until you calm down," Tommy said, sitting back down on the armless chair, pointing to the corner. Jason went to the corner, hands on his head (as that was the position his father had trained him to be in a corner). Ten minutes later Tommy stood up and, after audibly unbuckling his belt, gripped his sons shoulder. His son began to cry again as Tommy spun him around and walked him to the front yard.
There Jason was, stark naked, red ass, for the whole world to see–only thing was they were miles away from civilization (the only reason Tommy got away with half the things he did to Jason). Tommy gently patted his folded leather belt on Jasons ass and said "I think that speaks for itself" (as in he didnt need to tell him to hurry). Within two shakes of a lambs tail Jason flew down the porch steps and grabbed the lawn mower, starting it up.
Jason worked quickly in the hot sun–only because the pressure of the belt about to be used at any slip up was on his ass and because he wanted to get inside quickly. Tommy was suprised about how little he actually had to use the belt. It was only in times when Jason felt it needed to take a breather in the sun is when Tommy cracked the belt againsts the boys ass. There was no need for a little break, not when the boy had slept so late, anyway!
Jason hollered and bursted out into tears each time the belt was applied, hands flying to his ass, only to get the command "NO RUBBING" and a belt print on his hands when it should have been on its ass. It wasnt fair! The sun was beating down onto him and so was his father! All he wanted was a little breather… His father wouldnt even give him a minute to think of what he was going to do next! He just had to keep working.. had to keep his hands busy.. if he got stuck on what to do next he better PRETEND like he was doing something until his father told him what to do next or he can think of the next thing!
Finally after two hours of working Jason felt the fimiliar parental grab of his shoulder again and was forced back into the house.
"Listen boy," Tommy said, "this wasnt part of the original plan but you stink and you look dog tired. I want you in the shower. Ill fix us something to eat so that you can re-energize yourself before we go to the final part of your punishment."
Jason, actually greatful (and suprised) for the mercy his father showed him, mustered a small smile and brokingly thanked his father before scurrying into the bathroom. "Ten minutes, Jason," Tommy called out warningly and replied with a meek "yes sir." When Jason emerged from the bathroom seven minutes later, a towel wrapped around his waste, it appeared that he was all sunburnt. Tommy looked up from making two tuna fish sandwiches and said "boy you must feel terrible. But dont worry your skin is going to feel cooler compared to your butt in a bit. Take that towel off, Ive seen everything." Jason, humiliated and frightened by his fathers words, pulled off the towel as his eyes began to water. His father slid him his plate as he approached the counter.
"Dad, Im not really feeling much for eating," Jason said truthfully, his eyes downcasted so that he didnt have to look at his father. "Yeah, well you best eat it anyway, son," Tommy said eying his son. Jason, begining to shake, complied out of fear. It only took about twenty seconds to consume (out of nervousness). "All right Jason," his father said, walking around the counter. "Bend over the table." Jason took a deep breath, only to let it out with a sob, as be slowly bent over. "Do not try to get up," his father warned, as he picked up his belt (that he threw down on the floor as they came in), "or else its going to be worse." Jason began to shake and moaned out "yes sir," only to follow it up with a sob. Tommy placed the belt on his sons hot (sunburnt + well spanked) ass, getting his aim right on target and then..
CRACK! The first hit landed right on the center of his ass. Jason screamed out in pain, the tears all ready begining to flow, as he stomped his foot against the hard wood floor trying to get anything to stop the searing pain–that was now starting to feel like a deep branding mark–or to at least calm down some! But that wasnt going to happen. Instead, he was greeted with another crack of the belt. Before he could even comprehend the sound that just sounded off in the air he was screaming in blinding pain. Again and again the belt came down on his hot ass. He felt like he was sitting on an oven.. god, why was his father doing this to him, it wasnt fair!!!
However it ended way before Jason thought it would. Tommy had only given his son twenty five cracks–still leaving him a sobbing mess–but not as bad as he usually leaves him after an affair with the belt. After all the boy had worked hard this day and he only slept late because he was studying–that isnt TOO bad.
Jason collapsed onto his knees after he had realize the cracks stopped coming, crying into his arms that were folded onto the table. Tommy gave him some personal time to himself (five minutes), before reaching underneath his sons arms and lifting him up. "Jason, youre in bed for the night unless you have to go to the bathroom. Tomorrow were talking about a bed time for you." Jason knew what his father meant by "talking"–it meant his father lecturing as Jason cried in response over a hand spanking.. something he was not looking foward to at all. For the moment though he was glad that the current belting was over with–even if that meant going to bed at 2:39 in the afternoon (the earliest his father has ever sent him to bed!)
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The next day Tommy made good on his promise to talk to his son.
Jason found himself over Tommys knee, Tommy lecturing the importance of a good bed time, as he smacked Jasons upended bare (and still very sore and even slightly bruised) bottom.
They "agreed" that Jasons new bed time be 9:30 on weekdays, 10 oclock on weekends
这个故事有点无聊,当然,跟翻译无关
sunflowerwh 发表于 2009-1-19 13:43
说实话我同意…随手捡了一篇翻，翻得我快睡着了····
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