A Realistic Story of the 80s

[goodgulf]

A Realistic Story of the 80s

It was the summer of 1983.

Driving was cheaper than flying, even for a three state trip. They were stopped at a rest stop, stretching legs and so on. The "so on" involved hitting the bathroom, stocking up on snacks, and the like. The family had scattered, each doing its own thing for ten minutes before setting off again.

Greg was standing awestruck in the back of the rundown store. There was a small display of paddles. Mostly cute ones that he seen before, things like "The Cute Deer With A Bear Behind", "Mother's Little Helper", and so. He had seen them hanging on walls, mostly as display, but a couple of his friends had to watch their tails around paddles like that.

But the one he was staring at was new to him. A big busted pinup was bending in Daisy Dukes, cutoffs that showed plenty of bottom cheek, and those visible cheeks were red. There were pain stars coming from her backside, but she was smiling while the caption read "I've Been A Bad Girl".

It was the most beautiful thing Greg had ever seen. At least the woman was. With hesitant fingers, he took it from the display and turned it over. His jaw practically dropped when he saw the back; it was the same girl, but now she was naked. Twisted an impossible angle, her face and bouncy breasts were facing him as was her naked, red and swollen, ass. She still had that sexy smile on her face and the lettering said, "Spank Me Hard, No, Harder".

Greg didn't know her name, but he was sure he was looking at his future wife. If not his wife, then at least a girl he wanted, no, needed to date. If not in real life then in his dreams. He could only stare at her, rapt.

"That's disgusting."

Greg blushed, turning to see a strange woman standing behind. Suddenly he wished he was wearing jeans, not shorts, but someone had decided that they should get some more wear out of his old gym shorts. The problem with shorts is that they had too much give in the front. He hadn't been this embarrassed since Martha Harding had bent to tie her shoes in gym class, and this time there wasn't half a dozen other boys standing around with the same problem.

But since he had his back to her, the woman didn't seem to see his pressing problem.

"That's not a paddle for a boy your age," The stranger declared.

Reaching over, she selected another paddle. The lettering on it read "Boys Will Be Boys" and the illustration was of a boy bent over with a paddle crashing off his jeans, sending pain stars everywhere.

The woman hefted it as if she was comfortable using it as she addressed Greg.

"If you were my son and I saw you with that paddle, I'd yank down those shorts and paddle you hard. And if you gave me any back talk about that, I'd yank down more than your shorts. Wait, this paddle shows what I'd do if you back talked me over me paddling you."

The paddle she pointed to showed a boy with his PJs down, being paddled on his bare, red backside. Staring at that, Greg swallowed hard.

The woman wasn't done yet. Turning the paddle she gave him a tap, no more than a light pat, on the seat of his shorts, telling him:

"And if your folks don't paddle you then you buy one of those and suggest they start."

With that last indignant declaration, the woman replaced the paddle on the shelf. Turning, she walked away.

Greg waited until she was gone, then grabbed the paddle that had patted his backside. He took that one and the one she had pointed to. Before he gave himself time to think and talk himself out of it, he brought all three paddles up to cash register, with pinup paddle sandwiched between the other two.

He was blushing hard as he paid for them. The girl at the cash register smiled when she saw the pinup, assuming that was the only reason he was blushing. She didn't know about the significance of the "Boys Will Be Boys" paddle. But while she smiled at him she rang it in, took his money, and bagged them for him without calling him out for buying something that almost pornographic..

Greg raced back to the car, hiding two of the paddles deep in one of his bags. As for the other, the "Boys Will Be Boys" paddle, he kept it out. He knew he would have to explain what he had spent money on when he asked for more and they wouldn't know how much one paddle cost. But perhaps more to the point, he almost wanted his parents to see it. They didn't spank, at least not much and not really since he was little, but he knew a couple of guys who were older than him who still got their buns busted at times. And that woman in the store had no problem picturing this paddle crashing down on his backside.

As the rest of his family started piling into the car, Greg decided that he wanted to act. To say something. Not to talk about spanking but to do the next best thing. Again he acted before he could talk himself into doing the sensible thing and keep his mouth shut.

"You said to pick up a souvenir so I did," Greg said, brandishing his paddle.

His mother just laughed.

"A paddle? Don't tempt me. Is everyone ready?"

His father barely noticed to the paddle. He just announced:

"We're burning daylight. No more stops until after the state line."


And that was it. No one really joked about the paddle, or paddling Greg, or stopping for a roadside paddling.

They spent most of the next two weeks seeing relatives that Greg barely knew. Aunts and uncles who hadn't seen Greg since he was a pre-schooler. He was surrounded by adults who didn't know him or his parents' disciplinary methods but claimed an instinctive authority over because they were relatives. He soon discovered that at least two of his cousins, who were in his age range, were still spanked when they needed it. Spanked by his Aunt Rose, a woman later generations would call a prime MILF.

It took a bit of planning on his part, but his elaborated, too complicated plan actually worked and his Aunt Rose stumbled over the "Boys Will Be Boys" paddle mixed in with his mother's things. Greg blushed as she picked it up, and he hoped that she mistook the reason behind his blush. He was even wearing his old gym shorts with the elastic band in case she wanted to tug them down.

But Rose just laughed, agreed that boys would be boys, and put the paddle back in his mother's things. She didn't paddle him, she didn't even ask how his mom used it. Greg tried to salvage the conversation, joking that he wasn't used to seeing that paddle with his shorts up. Rose joked at that, but didn't leave it entirely as humorous situation,

"I know all about taking a boy's shorts down," Rose joked, then looked serious. "But the only time I'd talk to a boy your age about that is if yours were coming down too, and that's not going to happen. You're no angel but this is too nice of a day for anyone to get a smacked backside."

But while she wouldn't talk about spanking, she didn't leave it there. Rose walked past Greg on her way out of the room and when she did she gave him a light smack on the seat, telling him to go outside where his cousins were. Greg briefly considered saying that he wouldn't go, but instead made his actions speak louder than words by not leaving the house. Not that his aunt seemed to notice that he didn't join her outside, but he needed the time to stash the paddle back in his luggage. He even lingered inside, wasting an hour or so there, but his Aunt Rose never came to check on him.

Later on the trip he overheard one of his cousins getting smacked. He found out what that spanking was for, then later went alone to his Aunt Rose to confess that he'd had hand in that particular piece of mischief. When asked what he thought she'd do about it, he started to take down his shorts before she laughed and told him to pull them up. Rose thanked for his confession, but said that it was a matter for his parents to deal with they got back. That, and it wasn't really a big deal. That the only reason his cousin had gotten spanked was that Rose had given countless warnings not to do that and had spanked after the tenth offence, and this was only Greg's first.


The "Boys Will Be Boys" paddle just happened to be prominent among Greg's things on the drive home, but no one even joked about it being used. Not even when they half witnessed a spanking at one of the rest stops they paused at or when they heard spankings threatened during other stops.

Greg had barely heard that rest stop spanking, but during another stop he was hanging in and around the car waiting for his family to return. With nothing better to do, he got the paddle out his bag, trying to pretend that he was about to get it. He hadn't decided if he was too wait there with the paddle or bring it to where it could be used, but was half in and half out of the car when a strange woman in her early 20s came up to him.

"Hi there. This may sound like an odd question, but you've got that paddle and I want to know if it's going to be used on your shorts or they are coming down?"

"Um, what?" Greg asked in surprised.

"The paddle. Is it used over your shorts? Oh dear, I've embarrassed you, haven't I? You see we're on a family trip and I got roped into driving my nephews and I've lost track of the rest of the convoy and those boys are driving me nuts! I was wondering what to do with them when I saw you with that paddle and now I'm just wondering how it gets used. Shorts up or down? And does anyone seeing you get it mind if it's on the bare, if you know the answer to that. Now you're blushing red and I don't even know if that paddle's for you. You could be getting for your younger brother or something, but even if it is I bet you still remember all about it."

"Um, well, ah..."

"And I've really embarrassed you, haven't I? Sorry, it's just if you're not too old to paddle then my nephews won't be either. Now whose paddle is that?"

Greg stammered out that it was his.

"That's good to know. Now I wonder if they sell them here? Either way, if I have to stop again there's going to be a sore bum or two. Other than yours."

"Um, uh..."

"And I am very sorry for embarrassing you. You've been a big help and I hope that your mom just takes your shorts down and nothing else. I'd have given anything if my mom had only lifted my skirt up for spankings during our road trips. Maybe I should just do what their grandma would do, or maybe I should go easy? Anyway, good luck with that paddle."

Watching her go, Greg could only wonder what had happened. No one had ever talked to him like that before, but then again he had never stood around holding a paddle in a parking lot before.


It wasn't the same rest stop where he had bought his paddles, but they seemed to stock them. Minutes later he saw that woman carrying a similar looking paddle. Waving it towards him, she paused to speak with him again, telling him that it was a shame that his mother made him wait, and that if he was in charge she wouldn't make him at all, that she would have bent him over right there and then for his paddling. When she walked off, Greg couldn't help wishing that the nameless woman was his aunt and he was one of the boys riding in her car. He knew, knew for sure, that she was going to use that paddle today and she thought his bottom was still suitable for paddling. And she wasn't going to ask anyone's permission or even ask her nephews how their paddlings usually happened - she was just going to paddle and be damned.

Greg felt as if a spanking had walked up to him in that parking lot, then gone on walking without pausing.


The trip ended without Greg getting any closer to a spanking. The "Boys Will Be Boys" paddle ended up on a shelf in his closet while the other two were carefully hidden away. There were still the households where Greg knew spankings happened, and he made a few half-hearted suggestions at them, but they all knew that his folks didn't believe in spanking. There were a few "I wish I could" sentiments voiced, but no one came close to suggesting that his backside was in any danger in their houses. Even on sleepovers.

That summer trip launched a wave of letters and phone calls between the various branches of his family, and somewhere along the line Rose learnt that Greg's paddle was a never used souvenir instead of something that Greg had a good reason to fear. Soon after that, Greg received a letter from one of his cousins, and was surprised to find a second letter had been stuffed in the envelope. That second one was from his Aunt Rose.


Dear Greg:

How have you been since you were here?

Enough smalltalk. After you left I learnt that the paddle I found was a souvenir that had never been used on yours or anyone else's backside. I'm not a fan of nephews playing jokes on adults and it's a good thing for you that I didn't learn about it that day or any day when you were staying here.

If I had, then I would have found some time to be alone with you. You would have started by taking your shorts down for corner time. When that was over I would have tested to see what broke first - that paddle or your butt. I suspect it would have been your resolve and you would have blubbered over my lap as I spanked some good sense and respect in to your backside. Then you would have done corner time again.

And after that day? Anytime you acted up I'd've treated you like one of my own.

So it's a good thing I didn't learn until there were three states between us. And a better thing for you that I don't hold a grudge. You got to laugh at your little joke on me but we're family so it will be all forgotten when we meet again. And when we meet I'll be sure to direct you to your folks if your actions call for correction so you won't be tempted to prank me again.

Why did I send this letter? I mostly wanted you to know that I knew about the joke, but I also wanted you to know that it's all forgiven. I don't see the need to tell your folks about your prank so I included this in with letter from your cousin.

Your loving Aunt,

Rose


Greg could have screamed in frustration.

He had been threatened with paddling twice on the road and come so close to being paddled by his aunt, but all he'd ever felt was a light swat on the seat.

Time passed with the paddles unused. Even his family forgot about the "Boys Will Be Boys" paddle in his closet. They never caught Greg with it, or either of the other paddles. Since he was careful, they never caught him standing in the corner, waiting there the way his Aunt Rose would have placed him there before or after a spanking. Even his Aunt Rose seemed to forget about that paddle, not that he saw her again before she thought that he was clearly too old for spanking.

At least until he was too old for a parental type spanking, because as he grew into manhood, Greg never became too old for spanking.

Goodgulf

[seatheater]

Poor lad, what a pity that his aunt didn't find out until after he had left. If he did have a shorts down conversation with her it would have probably been more than he bargained for. Can you imagine his reply to her letter?

[OTKpantsdown]

WOW great story! It could almost have been written by ME!!!

I also bought a paddle at a gift shop. It was small and thin. I even ASKED my mother to spank me with it when I was 12. She refused of course. I got my first REAL spanking from a girlfriend when we were both 29, right after I spanked her

Now I am old and experienced enough to give anyone over 21 the real spanking they NEED. Like the rest of us I am NOT too old for a bare bottom spanking---none of us are!

[goodgulf]

Poor lad, what a pity that his aunt didn't find out until after he had left. If he did have a shorts down conversation with her it would have probably been more than he bargained for. Can you imagine his reply to her letter?

That's a hard one.

I don't see him being brave enough to write back. Not write back and tell the truth. If he had been brave enough to write back and admit that he had wanted her to spank him, he would have been brave enough to have been brave enough to actually provoke her to spank him.

For example, when he confessed to the fault and started pulling his short down, only for her to tell him to pull them back up, he could have smirked. Or said something like "I knew you were bluffing" or otherwise provoked her enough that she would have smacked his bottom (either with the paddle, by hand, or using whatever was handy).

But he didn't provoke her because he lacked the courage to actually ask for a spanking - which means he probably wouldn't have been brave enough to write back and tell the truth, that he had wanted her to spank him.

WOW great story! It could almost have been written by ME!!!

I also bought a paddle at a gift shop. It was small and thin. I even ASKED my mother to spank me with it when I was 12. She refused of course. I got my first REAL spanking from a girlfriend when we were both 29, right after I spanked her

Now I am old and experienced enough to give anyone over 21 the real spanking they NEED. Like the rest of us I am NOT too old for a bare bottom spanking---none of us are!

This story is the type that strikes a nerve with anyone who was a spanko before they knew what being a spanko was. Back when those paddles were more common they really caught the eye. Some were brave enough to actually buy them, calling it a souvenir to cover why they really wanted it; others were braver, buying them to joke about them being used when they knew the paddles would never swing for real; and then there were those who barely had courage enough to point them out or stare openly at them at a store.

Of course no one that age could know if they wanted a real spanking or not - and would clearly be too young make decisions like that. But I am glad you found a partner who you can share your interests with.

Goodgulf