Second Strapping
by Rolf
Matthew managed to get through that long day in his room. He was
going stir crazy, but there was nothing he could do about it. He
wanted to exercise, but couldn't do any sit-ups because of the
spanking. He worked his arms a little with the small weights he had
in his room, but that was about it. He tried to think of any way he
could talk Rolf out of the rest of his punishment, but nothing was
coming to mind. He was going to have to come up with something
really, really good. He couldn't remember a time ever that Rolf had
backed off from any type of punishment. There just had to be a way.
Matt managed to stay out of trouble for the next several days. He
finished up the yardwork on Sunday, and Rolf even invited him to swim
a little after he was done. The day wasn't so bad. The next several
went as usual. Rolf going off to work, leaving Matt chores to do.
Rolf called several times a day, checking up on him, making sure that
he was home, and not watching TV. Joseph also came by a few times
unexpectedly to check up on Matt. Thankfully, he was never doing
anything he shouldn't have been when someone dropped by. He got to
take off for class, with Rolf calling 30 minutes before and 30
minutes after class to make sure he came straight home. Since his
keys were in Rolf's possession, he had to catch the bus, which was
not fun. He had two blocks to walk to get to the stop, and the bus
was never there at the same time each day. One day he had to run at
top speed to get home in time for Rolf's call. He worked two nights
that week, and also had to work on Friday, from 3:00 till 9:00.
Friday was getting closer, and the closer it got, the more worried
Matt got.
Thursday night, Matt had trouble sleeping. He had no idea when Rolf
would want to punish him the next day. He couldn't even begin to
imagine what would happen when Rolf gave him that look, and told him
it was time. He just about cried every time he thought about it.
When he awoke the next morning, he was a nervous wreck.
Rolf hated to see Matt so upset, but there was nothing he was going
to do about it. Rolf didn't want that time to come either. He'd
decided to wait until Matt got off of work to punish him. No sense
in making him work after such a hard strapping. Rolf and Matt ate
breakfast in silence. Matt settled down a bit as he realized that
Rolf wouldn't have time to punish him before he went to work. Rolf
finished getting ready and left for work as usual. Matt realized
that Rolf would probably not come home and punish him before he had
to go to work, so it was going to be bedtime before he had to face
the next strapping.
Matt tried to work off his nervous energy by doing his chores
quickly, and then working out. His stomach never quieted down
though. He knew exactly what was coming tonight, and there was no
way out of it. Finally Rolf's call came at 2:15. "Matt, are you all
ready for work?"
"Yes. Hopefully the stupid bus will be on time today."
"I'm sure it will be. You get off at 9:00, right?"
"Yeah"
"I'll be by to pick you up then. See you at 9:00." Rolf hung up the
phone.
Matt knew his time of doom. As soon as they walked in the house he
would be sent to his room and Rolf would follow. Matt shuddered,
then ran out the door to catch the bus.
Rolf had several meetings that afternoon. He made it through the
first one without any trouble, but the second one he could hardly
concentrate. When the meeting was finally over, he decided to call
Stephen to see if he wanted to come by for a few drinks after he
finished with Matt. He called and when he got the answering machine,
he realized that Stephen and Todd had gone away for the weekend.
Next he tried Joseph. Joe was at work, and wouldn't get off until
10:30. He'd stop by the house and then come over. That would be
perfect timing, Rolf thought.
Matt made it to work on time, but could hardly do anything right. He
had to redo drinks for several customers. Finally, the manager
decided he needed to talk to Matt. "Matt, can I talk to you a sec?"
Matt agreed, and they moved into the manager's office.
"You seem very distracted today Matt. Very unlike you. Is there
anything I can do to help? Anything you want to talk about?"
Matt wanted to say, yeah, just break Rolf's right arm tonight when he
comes by to pick me up. That would solve his immediate problems. It
would take a while to heal. But he didn't want his manager to know
what was coming. He would be embarrassed half to death if the
manager knew he was so nervous because he was going to get his butt
beat later tonight. "No. I just didn't sleep very well last night,
and I'm having trouble concentrating. I'm really sorry I've made so
many mistakes tonight. I'll try to pay more attention to what I'm
doing."
"Don't worry about it. You're one of my best employees. Everyone
has a bad night, now and then. Why don't you take off early, go get
some shut eye. We can take care of things around here."
The manager was only trying to help, and didn't realize that Matt
didn't want to go home earlier. "No, really, tha"
"I insist. Clock out and get outta here before I change my mind."
The manager left to take care of some business, leaving Matt
wondering what he should do. He could take the bus home. He could
call Rolf to come get him early. NO! Both options ended with the
belt. He just could NOT make himself do it. He decided to call
Chris, since Todd was out of town.
"Hello, Smokey's Bar and Grill."
"Hey dumb ass. Do you always answer the phone like that?"
"Matt! No, I was expecting it to be Joe. Hey, are you at work?"
"Yeah. The manager just told me I could go home early, since I was
screwing up so bad."
"It's Friday. Has, has it happened yet?"
Chris was referring to the strapping. "No. Rolf was going to pick
me up at 9:00, and I'm sure it would be then. I just can't call
him. I don't want to go home. Can I come over?"
"Matt, are you sure? Rolf will be really pissed off when he finds
out. Joe isn't home, and won't be until 10:30, so your safe there,
but still."
"Chris you don't understand. I can't call him. I can't go home. I
cannot go through that strapping again. It hurt sooooo bad. Please,
can I come over?"
"Hey Matt, it's your ass. You're not thinking straight though.
You'll get the strapping, and it will be worse `cause you came here
when you're supposed to be grounded." Chris heard a click and
realized that Matt had hung up the phone. Matt was making a very
stupid mistake, but as Chris had said, it was his ass that was
getting in more trouble. Chris wasn't thinking too straight
either. He didn't realize that he was going to be "harboring a
fugitive," and that he was going to have a price to pay as well.
About 15 minutes later, Matt knocked on the door. Chris let him in
and they sat and talked for a while.
At 9:00 Rolf arrived at the bar. Matt wasn't waiting outside, so
Rolf went in. He didn't see Matt, so he asked the other
Bartender where he was.
"Matt left around seven. The manager told him to go early `cause he
was so tired. He said he was headed to home and took the next
bus."
Rolf barely managed to get out a "Thanks" without exploding. He
quickly left the bar and returned to his car. He got in and slammed
the door so hard he was surprised that glass hadn't broken. Ok, Ok,
chill man. No need to break anything besides Matt's neck. So, if he
had left early, and taken the bus home, he would have gotten there
long ago. So, where could he be? He certainly wouldn't have just
taken off. Maybe he went to Todd's? No, they were out of town.
Michael's? No, Eric would have called him. That left Chris. Since
Joseph was at work, that seemed the likely place to be. Joe would
have collared Matt if he would have been home. That must be it.
Rolf headed out of the parking lot.
Matt looked at the clock and realized that Rolf was probably now at
the restaurant looking for him. He could just see Rolf `s face as
someone told him that he had gotten off early. The blood rising, the
eyes turning into daggers, the fists clenching, the jaw too. Matt
jumped up and began pacing, knowing the end was near. He knew Rolf
would come looking for him sooner or later. He knew how furious Rolf
would be. He was too terrified to do anything sane, like go home, or
call. Chris just sat back, and watched his friend. Wow, he thought,
that strapping last week must have been very bad. He'd never seen
anyone so nervous, especially to do something stupid, like hiding.
Everyone knew how bad that was. If you deserved a spanking, better
you just face up to it, and get it over with, no matter how bad,
because things went downhill real quick if you didn't. He
couldn't even begin to imagine what Rolf was going to say about this.
Rolf pulled up at Joseph's home ten minutes later. He walked up to
the front door and rang the bell.
"Shit man, that's Rolf. Go back into my room. I'll try to stall."
Chris walked to the front door as Matt scrambled back into
Chris's room.
As soon as Chris got the door unlocked, it was jerked out of his
hands by Rolf opening it up. Chris looked up into Rolf's face. He
could almost physically feel Rolf's eyes cutting though his. Rolf
grabbed hold of Chris's ear, causing Chris to yelp in pain.
"YOU TELL ME EXACTLY WHERE MATT IS"
"Ow, Ow, you're hurting me."
"Tell me where Matt is RIGHT NOW, or you will be hurting much,
much worse."
"He's, he's in my room. Ow. OOOWWW!"
Rolf walked Chris over to the nearest chair, sitting him down by his
ear. "You will remain in this chair, no matter what you hear. I
will be back to deal with you shortly." Chris grabbed for his ear as
soon as Rolf had let go. Damn that hurt. What did he mean, "deal
with me?" What did he do wrong? He felt sorry for Matt. Rolf
was in a mood.
Rolf walked down the hall to Chris's room, unbuckling his belt as he
went. He was going to deal with Matt, right here, right now. He
heard Matt wimpering as he opened up the door. He entered, closing
the door behind him. Matt was curled up, crying in the corner,
trying to melt into the paint on the wall.
"Matt, COME HERE!" Rolf said, in the most stern voice, one brooking
no argument. Matt just continued crying in the corner. "We can do
this the hard way or the easy way, your choice. COME HERE RIGHT
NOW!" Matt cried harder, still not able to accept the inevitable.
He saw the belt had been opened, and was ready to be pulled out.
"The hard way it is." Rolf said, stepping around the bed and pulling
Matt up by the arm. Matt couldn't bring himself to help, but he
still knew not to fight. He was put face down on the bed, then his
pants and underwear were pulled down to his knees. He again broke
out in a sweat, and he was shaking like a leaf in a storm. Through
his cries he heard the belt whoosh out of the loops, then sail
through the air before it landed, branding him like a red hot iron.
He took the first five licks without moving his hands, but that sixth
one landed back across all the other five welts. Matt screamed, and
grabbed for his tortured cheeks, rolling almost off the bed. Rolf
put the belt down, grabbed both of Matt's hands and placed them in
the center of Matt's back, pinning him to the bed with his huge
hand. He then picked the belt back up and started whipping Matt
again. Rolf wanted to lecture him, but he knew Matt wasn't going to
hear a thing he had to say. Better to just get this strapping out of
the way, then talk to him later. He'd decided to give Matt 60 licks,
instead of the fifty, for breaking his restriction. By the time he
had hit 30, Matt was about to hyperventilate. "You are making this
much worse that it has to be. Settle down before you pass out. DO
NOT move an inch. I'm going to take care of some other business, and
will be back to give you the rest of your strapping in a few
minutes." With that, Rolf doubled up the belt and opened
Chris's door.
Chris was still sitting in his chair, hearing every lick and wincing
at each one. Matt was crying harder than he had ever heard before.
All of a sudden, the strapping stopped, then he heard exactly what
Rolf said. He wanted to run! He was Rolf's "other business!" he
was sure. His stomach tumbled and churned. Matt's cries got very
loud as the door was opened, and Chris heard Rolf's footsteps heading
his way. Rolf got to the doorway of the living room and headed
straight for the chair that Chris was sitting in. Chris noticed two
things. The first was the belt doubled up in Rolf's right hand. The
second was that fact that Rolf didn't look any less angry than when
he had walked in.
"How long was Matt here before I arrived?"
Chris was afraid, very afraid, but he knew not to play any games
right now. "He, uh, he got here around 7:30, uh, sir."
Chris felt very, very young. Rolf was towering over him, grilling him.
"Why wasn't I called the instant he walked in?"
"I, uh, I didn't think to do that, sir."
"You KNOW Matt is on restriction. You KNOW he shouldn't have been
here for any reason whatsoever. I'm also sure you KNEW exactly what
Matt had coming to him tonight. What would happen if you were in his
shoes and showed up at my house?"
"Uh, you would, uh probably spank me, then call Joe. But I...."
"If you know that's what would happen, WHY DID I NOT GET A CALL FROM
YOU?"
Chris knew he was in trouble now. As soon as he gave his answer,
Rolf would spank him. Nothing else for him to do. "I thought I was
helping Matt. I'm sorry. It won't happen again, sir."
"I should hope that Matt learns his lesson, so you're not faced with
this same situation again. But, you need a reminder to follow the
rules. Please stand up and drop your shorts."
"Yes, sir" a thoroughly deflated Chris said.
Rolf waited a second for Chris to vacate the chair, then sat down,
waiting for him to get ready. When Chris had pulled his shorts down,
Rolf pulled him across his knees. He raised the belt up and cracked
it down upon Chris's white bottom. Chris grunted, and Rolf saw a
nice, red imprint rising from where the belt had landed. He brought
it down again, and this time Chris cried out, "Aaauuugghh" Rolf kept
right on whipping Chris, watching him squirm and hearing his grunts
and moans turn to cries. Then, of course, came the promises to be
good. When Chris's bottom was very red, Rolf stopped. He set Chris
on his feet and got up. He still had Matt to take care of. "Go
stand in the corner and keep your hands off your backside." Chris
hobbled over and faced the corner. He wanted desperately to rub the
sting out, but knew better than to try. He heard Rolf's footsteps
down the hall and the door opening.
Rolf walked into the room, and saw Matt curled up in a ball, his back
to the door. He was still having trouble with his sobs, but his
breathing was a little better. He wanted desperately to get this
over with. "Matt, back on your stomach. Hands in the middle of your
back. NOW!" Matt complied, all of the fight gone. He wanted this
over in the worst way.
Rolf again took hold of both of Matt's hands and pinned him to bed.
He raised the belt up and sent it crashing down on Matt's already
very red backside. Matthew screamed and kicked his feet on the bed.
Rolf continued his assault on Matt's backside, watching each stoke
turn red, white, blue. Matthew tried to move for the first ten
strokes or so, then was too tired to even try. He screamed till he
was hoarse.
At this point, Joseph came home. He heard someone getting punished,
and it took him a moment to sort out that at least Rolf was here,
since his car had been out front. He walked into the living room and
saw Chris, his pants around his knees, his bottom criss crossed with
red welts.
"Would you like to tell me what this is all about, mister?"
Chris jumped, he hadn't heard Joe come home. He turned from the
corner and started sobbing out his story. It took him several
moments of retelling before Joe could understand what he was saying
between his sobs. Chris was still crying from his spanking, but also
from the sounds coming from his room. He felt so bad for Matt.
"Looks like Rolf took care of your backside pretty good. I want you
to go get ready for bed. DO NOT even think of entering your room.
Go lie down on my bed when you're done. We'll talk about
this later."
"Yes, sir" and Chris quickly gathered up his shorts and ran
for cover.
Joe went to get a beer from the kitchen and took a seat, waiting for
Rolf to finish. Even he winced each time the strap fell. Man, if he
had ever thought of getting on Rolf's bad side for the thrill of it,
he wasn't anymore. Thank God I'm not in Matt's shoes.
Rolf comforted Matt for about thirty minutes after he finished. By
that time, Matt was still sobbing, but his breathing had eased, and
he was going to be ok. Rolf left Matt on the bed and went to see if
Joseph was home yet. He found him in the kitchen nursing a beer.
"Sorry you had to be a witness to that. I still can't believe he
came over here."
"Hey, you got to do what you got to do. I sent Chris to bed. Thanks for taking care of him. He really deserved that one. Here, have a cold one."
They sat, talking and drinking for an hour. Rolf decided it was time
to get his miscreant home. He went back to the bedroom and found
Matt dozing, albeit uncomfortably.
"Matt, time to go home. Get your pants on. Lets go."
Matt was still in a lot of pain, and totally worn out. He stretched
a little, then settled back down.
"Matt, get up right now."
"I don't wanna. Can't I sleep here?"
"No, you cannot. I will not repeat myself again."
Matt knew not to push Rolf anymore. He had that tone in his voice.
He could not afford another spanking, even if it was only one smack.
That would send him right over the edge. Matt slid slowly off the
side of the bed, then stood up. His shirt fell down and rubbed his
torched backside. He groaned and pulled the shirt up. "Rolf, I
can't put my pants on. It hurts too much. Please."
"You are not walking out of here bare. You have five minutes to get
dressed and present yourself in the kitchen." With that, Rolf left,
leaving Matt to wonder how he was going to get anything on his
butt. He also had to figure out how to tie his shoes without
sitting down, and without pulling the clothes tight against his ass.
He finally decided to leave his shorts off, and only put on his
pants. He slid them onto his legs, then put his shoes on with his
pants bunched around his ankles. At least that didn't hurt. Now he
had to pull the pants on. It brought fresh tears to his eyes when he
buttoned them shut. He shuffled slowly down the hall, trying in vain
to keep his cheeks from rubbing the pants.
"I think you owe an apology to Joseph."
"Yes, sir." Tears were running down Matt's face. "I'm very sorry
that I came over here without your permission, sir. It won't happen
again." Joseph nodded his acceptance.
"Thanks for the beer, Joe. Matt, let's go." Matt shuffled slowly
out the door, thanking all the Gods in heaven that Rolf had driven
his SUV, and not the Mustang.