Chapter 6

Told in Ron’s Point Of View:

I was a few months away from turning nineteen when my parents decided I was old enough to be on my own. They raised me up to that point, showing love in a limited way while enforcing discipline with a firm paddle over my butt. From the time I was old enough to go to school until the day my parents left, I was subject to spankings from any adult or older teen relatives. Now, with my parent divorcing they decided it was time I make my own way in life. I had taken on an extra year of schooling to improve my marks as I was too young to get a job good enough to cover regular expenses. My mom left first, then within two months, I came home to find my father had left. I was on my own, whether I wanted it or not. I would not be in contact with them on a regular basis for over ten years.

I was still in school, living in a rural area with no car, no income and hoping to complete my schooling. Fortunately for me, a child welfare worker found a middle-aged lady with two rowdy young teenage boys looking for someone to live in her home and help out with her sons. There were few families who would take a chance on letting an older teen into their homes, never mind a male. The deal was I would attend the nearby school, but on weekends, after school, and some evenings and weekends when she had to work, as well as during the summer months and school breaks, I would be responsible for the boys, Rory and Thomas. If the boys didn’t behave I had the authority to spank them. The good thing was I didn’t have to get a job as the mom, Edith, covered my room and board, and child welfare paid me a small monthly allowance as long as I stayed in school with above average marks.

The first two months were good. I kept the boys under control with mere threats of spanking them most of the time. Only once during that time did I actually spank them for being over an hour late coming home. During those first months, the boys got placed over their mother’s lap several times, but that was due to misbehaving when I wasn’t responsible for them. Edith was a lot stricter with her son’s then I ever was. The boys had been born ten months apart, the older one’s birthday on the 5th of January, and the younger one in late November. With the school division cut off dates for grade one being January 1st, it put made the boys start school the same year. Now in junior high, Rory and Thomas were far from the best-behaved kids, but then few teenage boys are?

It was the beginning of the summer holidays and I planned on attending a college about two hours out from where we currently lived. Needing to visit the campus beforehand, we discovered the college town had a circus coming there in early July. Edith’s boys loved the circus and all the rides there so a family trip was arranged. This would allow me to be on campus for a few hours, while the boys got to visit the circus.

Rory and Thomas had arrangements with some of their classmates for the evening of that same day we would be gone. However, Edith promised there would be no problem getting home in time. She was to pick up two of the other boys and deliver them to the theatre across town so, we planned to arrive home at least thirty minutes early, But, as we left very early in the morning it gave lots of time to do what we wanted during the day.

I headed off to the campus while the family dropped in on the circus. It was only four blocks from the campus to the circus site so it wasn’t a problem walking back to meet Edith and the boys later that day. Due to college taking longer than expected and the large crowds at the circus I didn’t find Edith until it was almost time to head home.

She had a worried look on her face. “Ron, the boys are over by the water slide. Go tell them it’s time we left. I’ll wait here in case they show up. No wasting time doing anything besides finding the boys and getting back here. We have to be on the way home very soon.”

I nodded while saying I would be right back. Getting close to the slide I couldn’t help noticing the girl in a skimpy bikini. She was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen, and all that naked skin was like a magnet drawing me toward her. She was staring up at a tree, where her bikini cover-up blouse was hung in a branch well out of her reach.

I found myself offering to assist. I would have done anything to talk to her, but this was a good opening line. “Hi! It seems you lost something up in the tree. Can I help?” She smiled at me, which almost made my heart leap out of my shirt. “Could you? My darn little brother threw it up in the tree and ran off. The little brat will pay for that; bet on it.” I started climbing the tree. “Why would he throw it up there? Did you do something to make him mad?” She nodded, “I spanked him because he wouldn’t listen to me. I only gave him a dozen spanks on his bottom, but he got mad when I let him off my knee. I should have given him a lot more so, he knew I was serious. I thought I was being nice. I won’t be so nice when I get him home tonight.”

I had her cover-up in my hand but stopped to ask. “You’re allowed to spank your brother? Your parents allow that?”

She smiled again, causing me to almost miss a branch coming down the tree. “My dad died leaving my mom with me and three younger boys. When I turned fifteen mom said I needed to help with the boys, and that included keeping them in line. My oldest brother is only three years younger than me, but I spank him when he deserves it. Mom has a saying, ‘men and boys need a firm hand to guide them’. I agree with my mom, but my brothers don’t if it means they are over my lap.” She laughed and then stopped when she saw me blushing.

She reached out to touch my hand. “Hey, no need to be embarrassed. I gather your parents believed the same way as my mom does. I stay with my aunt Betty while attending college here and much to my own embarrassment; my auntie has put me over her lap on occasion.” We continued to talk on what we were taking in college. I began to believe that ‘love at first sight’ was entirely possible. I gathered my thoughts to have a chance to meet up with her in the future. I looked at her. “You attend college here? I start in September. Would you like to show me around the campus? I don’t have family here, but I’ve been told the dorms are pretty good.”

Once again her smile made my heart beat faster. “I’d like that. I’ll be in my second year, so showing you around might be fun.” She scribbled her name and phone number on a small sheet of paper from her notepad and gave it to me. “I’m Ginny. Here’s my number, you can phone me anytime if you want. I will expect your call the day you arrive. Frosh day is the first Friday of the term. From eleven till four all frosh has to do whatever a senior student asks them. Don’t phone and I’ll hunt you down that Friday and just might remind you of my mother’s sayings.” She laughed again and then quickly leaned over to kiss my cheek. “Don’t forget to phone me. Call me tomorrow if you want. You’re cute for a freshman.” After that, she turned and ran toward the water slide.

I was watching her run, or should I say I was watching her butt sway as she ran when I felt a tug on my sleeve. It was Rory, and he seemed worried. “Ron, what are you doing? Thomas and I found mom right after you left. You’ve been gone over half an hour. We’re going to be late. Mom wants us back now! She’s mad, so we better run.”

I could tell Edith was angry when we arrived at the car, but she didn’t say anything about it. Time in the car was spent with her asking Rory to phone the parents of one of the boys he was meeting that evening and asking her if she could pick up the boy that Edith was supposed to provide a ride. Fortunately, the mother was able to do that as long as Edith committed to picking the boys up afterward. It took half an hour before we could relax on the way home. The new arrangements were for us to drop off Rory and his brother right at the theatre and go home from there. We arrived barely five minutes ahead of time. When Edith got out to speak to the other mom’s, Rory knocked on my car window. After I lowered the window he gave me a serious look and commented. “Mom’s mad. Don’t make her angrier than she already is.” I nodded, “Thanks Rory, I’ll be careful.” The boys knew their mom had spanked me over the past several months. Rory’s warning made me aware my butt might be in danger, something that had not crossed my mind up to that point. I spotted the other theatre in town showing a movie I planned on attending so I asked to be let off as well. “Edith, there’s the show at the other theatre I want to see. Why don’t I catch a ride with you and the boys later?” She put the car in gear and started for home. “Not tonight Ron. You’re on the schedule at home and it needs doing before the boys get home.” I sat back and thought what in the world would I have on the schedule. “I can’t recall anything. Are you sure it’s tonight?” Edith continued driving while nodding. “Yes, definitely tonight.” I continued. “What could it be? I’m positive there’s nothing planned.” She glanced over at me. “I put it on the schedule Ron.”

“I didn’t know that. What going on?” I could not believe she would plan something without talking to me first. Maybe it was a good thing on a rare occasion, but I don’t like surprises. Getting no response, I waited until we arrived home and went to where the schedule hung on the wall. I called out loud enough for her to hear. “There’s nothing on the calendar. You must have the wrong day.”

“No mistake Ron.” She came into the kitchen.

Now I was confused and getting frustrated at not knowing. “I don’t understand.” My tone of voice showed my growing level of frustration.

“Watch your tone, Ron! Get your pajamas on. You and I will be going to the basement. Making us late and putting me, the boys, and the other parents out by missing the arrangements are not something you get away with in this house.”

I stood staring at her for a few seconds, but there was no sense in putting up an argument. Once Edith decided a spanking was deserved, nothing changed that decision. There was one hope and I decided to try it. After my first paddling in the basement, she had purchased a lighter paddle and hung it in my room. That paddle didn’t sting near as bad as the heavier one in the basement. My last two spankings were given in my bedroom, unlike the first more serious one in the basement. As I was older, and of course stronger than her boys, she said her hand was not sufficient, thus the lighter paddle.

“Can’t you do it in my bedroom, Edith? I didn’t make you late on purpose.”

She turned to face me. “Taking over half-an-hour when I sent you to collect the boys and come right back, to me that’s on purpose. Five, ten minutes maybe, but not thirty. Now get those pajamas on! I have to make a few phone calls before I deal with you.”

I went upstairs and put on my pajama bottoms. Not knowing when Edith would come was nerve-wracking. I had no desire to make the situation worse. I could hear her speaking on the phone to two different people for about five minutes, making promises she would pick up the boys as previously arranged and then there was silence. Ten minutes later I heard her slippers hitting on the stairs up to my room. That was not a sound I wanted to hear. Sometimes she used one of her slippers instead of her hand at the beginning of a spanking in the basement. This was not good. I put the lighter paddle on the chair in my room, hoping she changed her mind.

Coming into my room Edith crossed her arms in front of her. “Now, tell me again why you were over half-an-hour late?”

I went over the entire story about meeting Ginny, how I retrieved her bikini cover-up from the tree branch. I included as much of the conversations between her and me stressing that I hadn’t meant to be so long and my absolute surprise when Rory told me I’d been gone over half-an-hour. My account of the events included Ginny spanking her brothers. Not sure why I included that part, but it seemed relevant to the whole story. I concluded my story with a few sentences from my heart. “Ginny is the first girl I know I could be serious about. She’s beautiful, fun and I think she likes me. Sorry, I was late, but I just couldn’t leave her so quick.”

Edith stood looking at me for a few seconds and then pulled me up off my bed by holding my wrist. I expected her to grasp the back of my pajama bottoms, but instead, she led me to my bedroom door. While leading me she said. “Suppose no one should expect anything different from a young man when he meets a girl. It doesn’t get you off the hook, but there’s no need for the basement. We’ll handle this here.”

I was surprised when she opened my door to find the chair from the basement set out in the hallway. I had only seen this once before when Thomas got into trouble. I knew why her slippers sounded so loud on the stairs, she was carrying the chair. After Edith spanked me, the chair would be placed against the wall by my door. When the boys came home they would know not to enter my room.

She sat on the chair and pulled me to stand between her knees. Soon I was ass up over her left thigh while her right leg went over the back of my knees. Before I settled on her leg I felt my pajama bottoms slide down toward my knees and her foot coming up so she could grab the slipper off her foot. I wondered if I had a better deal than going to the basement. It was clear she would use her slipper rather than the palm of her hand. In the basement, she would have started with her hand and then the heavier paddle. I thought one wasn’t any better than the other, but I couldn’t argue the point in my current position. It really didn’t matter where it happened, or with what. I would be bawling soon enough. Edith’s voice cut through my thoughts. “You better be glad we’re not in the basement mister! Girl or no girl, when I tell you to do something, I expect you to do what you’re told. I shouldn’t have to warm your backside to get you to do what is expected.”