The Day After the Ticket
by Rolf
Matthew woke up at 6:00 am. He was turning over onto his back, in a
long, wonderful stretch, when his butt touched the bed and last
night's belting was reawakened also. He just about pulled a
muscle flipping back to his stomach. He had slept almost 12 hours. Rolf
had picked him up at the pool around 4:00, then after the world's
longest lecture, had belted Matthew 50 times. Matthew thought that
it had been around six that his punishment had ended. All he knew
was that it was still daylight outside. By the time the belt had
finished falling, Matthew's world had been reduced to his
tortured, torched, backside. It had taken him a long, long, time to settle
down and finally fall to sleep last night. And to think, he had
three more Friday nights to go, same as last night. There absolutely
had to be a way to talk Rolf out of punishing him like this again.
Now that he knew exactly what it would be like to do again, there was
NO WAY he was going to take it, if he could help it.
Matthew was not ready to get up yet, but his throbbing butt would not
let him fall back to sleep. He finally decided to crawl out of bed
and inspect the damage. When he got to the mirror, he was shocked.
His butt was still red, though not bright. There were several criss
cross marks across the upper part of his thighs. He was going to be
wearing some bruises from this one. Since he couldn't play on the
computer, or watch TV, Matthew crawled back into bed. At 8:00 Rolf
knocked on his door and then opened it.
"Good, you're awake. How did you sleep last night?"
"Good for a while, then the pain woke me up. Couldn't fall back to
sleep, and couldn't even toss and turn." Matthew was trying to get
all the sympathy he could.
Rolf knew what Matt was trying to do, and just ignored the comment.
"Let me take a look at the damage. Still looks a little sore to me.
I'll get some lotion to rub in and help the skin heal."
When Rolf left to go get the lotion, Matt was trying to decide how to
talk Rolf out of the rest of his punishment. He knew Rolf didn't
punish him just for the fun of it. Rolf took it as his duty. Matt
just had to find a way to show Rolf that he had learned his lesson,
well. "Alright, I've got the lotion. This will probably sting some,
but I think it will help."
Yeah, some nice words from the prosecutor. Rolf's hand touched the
damage. "SHI... eee...eeeT!!! Give me some sheets!"
Matthew almost made his situation worse by using one of those cursewords that Rolf hates. Tears almost welled in Matthew's eyes as Rolf worked the
lotion in. Damn it hurts. Matt kicked his feet a little, and
pounded his pillow, hoping to draw some sympathy.
"Please get dressed for breakfast. It should be ready in fifteen
minutes." Rolf left the room.
Matt knew his presence at breakfast was not a request, but an order.
No sympathy for the punished, since "you should have known better".
Matt didn't even want to think about getting dressed. He hunted
through the drawers and found a pair of nylon running shorts. They
would at least hang loosely. He got out an old t-shirt to go with
it. No need to get dressed up since he couldn't go anywhere or have
any company. The more he thought about the rest of his punishment,
the restriction, he got mad. He had been "restricted" plenty of
times. To the corner, to a chair, to his room. He had even been
restricted for a week once when he lied about where he had been.
That was tough, but he got though it without missing too much. But a
month! When Rolf had told him that yesterday, he really didn't have
too much time to think. He knew he was about to get the strap, and
didn't really care about much else at the time. Now that he had time
to think, he realized he was going to miss the opening two weeks of
the new hockey season. Opening night was the biggest game of the
year. They always put on a great show, and hockey had become one of
Matthew's passions. He was going to go to opening night, come hell
or high water. He was going to try to appeal to Rolf on a diplomatic
level, but if that didn't work, well he might just have to sneak
out. He was pretty sure that everyone else in their group would be
going. He wasn't going to miss it.
"MATTHEW, NOW!" from the kitchen. "YES, SIR!" was Matt's reply.
Matt's attitude was apparent in his reply. He knew he better rein it
in, especially since he was still in the dog house. No need to get
into anymore trouble right now. He headed on into the kitchen,
trying to clamp down on his attitude.
Oh great. Matt's day was not starting off very well. There was a
bowl of that dreaded oatmeal, with the stupid little raisins in it.
Rolf was a healthy eater, while Matt could get by on donuts and be
happy about it. At least he had some bacon and eggs to go with it.
Matthew would have preferred to stand, but no, he had to sit. He
grabbed the chair cushion off the extra chair and put it on top of
the one already in his chair. He gingerly sat down, grimacing in
pain. The lotion had helped, after the sting had disappeared, but
the deep throbbing pain would be around for a day or two.
Nothing was said about last night. Matthew was quiet, and
thankfully, Rolf was not looking for good conversation. Matthew
probably would have talked himself into another spanking for sure.
He had the worst time trying to control his emotions, and his big
mouth. They always got him into trouble. Before Matt was finished
with his oatmeal, Rolf told him that he was to do the yard work
today. Matt wanted to scream "F... You" but choked back hard on that
one and replied with the expected "Yes, Sir." Matt absolutely hated
to do the yardwork. Mowing took forever because they had quite a
large lot. In the back, there was a wooded area and this did not
need to be mowed, but Matt knew that is was time to clear out the
underbrush. Usually he had help, but since he had nowhere to go, he
knew Rolf expected him to do it all. It was hot outside, his butt
hurt like hell, and he knew the sweat poring off of him would sting
also. A comment about prisoners working on rock piles just about
escaped his lips, but he held back. Man, he was having a hard time
of it.
Rolf knew how hard Matthew was working to control his mouth. That
was one of the things Rolf liked about Matthew. He had a quick wit
and a good sense of humor. Matt was like the class clown when
everyone got together, and you never knew what would come from his
lips. He kept everyone laughing most of the time, but that quick wit
also got him into the most trouble. Matt always had something to
say, and when he was having a bad day, his mouth went downhill with
him. Rolf knew that Matt was thinking about his punishment now.
Since the first spanking was now over, Matt would be thinking about
all of the things he was going to miss. Rolf felt sorry for him, but
he was not about to back off. Matt had made a serious mistake, and
he needed to face the consequences. The month restriction was going
to put a serious dent into Rolf's life, and the next three
strappings were not something Rolf wanted to even think about.
Matt finished choking down the oatmeal and cleaned up from
breakfast. As soon as the kitchen was picked up, he headed outside.
No sense waiting for the mid afternoon heat. He went to the garage
to get the mower started, and of course, had a hell of a time getting
it to start. He was in no mood for this and he was getting more
pissed off all the time. He thought maybe he would cool off while he
mowed, but that never happened. His butt kept throbbing, and he kept
thinking of everything he wouldn't be doing for the next month.
SHIT! He had hit a rock and the sound of the mower was deafening,
then quiet. Matt picked up the rock and threw it into the underbrush.
"MATT, COME HERE" Rolf yelled from the poolside.
Matthew walked over slowly, not knowing quite what to expect. He
said in an insolent voice "I ran over a stupid rock, and it
killed the mower. What am I supposed to do?"
Rolf stood up. Matt started to panic. "Matt, I'm only going to tell
you this one time. You had better get control of that attitude of
yours. You've been storming around here all morning and I will not
tolerate it any longer. You are the one that put yourself in this
predicament with your actions and you are going to have to live with
the consequences. Punishment is not, and is not supposed to be
pleasant. I warned you yesterday that while on restriction you need
to be on your best behavior or you will earn yourself a quick
spanking, no questions asked. If I see anymore of that attitude, you
will find yourself with an even sorer behind. Is that clear?"
Matthew started to ask how he was supposed to mow now that the mower
was broken, but was interrupted "Young man, I asked you a question
and I expect an answer now!" Matt replied "Yes, Sir, it is clear."
His attitude was still apparent in his reply, but Rolf decided to
ignore it, hoping that Matt would straighten up. "The mower
probably cut off automatically when it hit the rock. Just try to restart
it."
Matthew walked back to the lawnmower, glad that Rolf only yelled at
him. He was still hot, but that near miss with Rolf did cool him off
a little. Darn it, the mower did restart. He decided to go mow the
front yard, so at least he wouldn't have to watch Rolf lazing in
the sun.
Chris pulled up in his jeep. "Hey Matt, what's up?"
Matt stopped the mower and went over to talk to Chris.
"Why was Rolf so mad yesterday?" asked Chris.
"He found out about my ticket from last month."
"Ouch, what did he do?"
"Man, it was the longest lecture to date. Then 50 good ones with his
belt. I also have a date each Friday for the next three Fridays for
50 more each night. And he took my keys and grounded me for a
month. Can you believe it?"
"Damn. He was pissed, wasn't he? A month? You're going to miss the
opening of hockey. And three more strappings? Can you even sit now?"
"Hardly. Hey, I'd better get back to work. Rolf would tan me for
sure if he saw us talking. I'm sure I can sneak a phone call or
meeting in with you soon. Bye"
Matt finished the front yard and returned to the back. Rolf was
still sunning by the pool. Matt again got mad when he looked at how
much work he had to do and Rolf was doing nothing. It just wasn't
fair. Just because he was grounded did not mean that he had to do
everything around the house. Just then the wheel fell off of the
mower. Matt blew a fuse and slammed the mower into the plant pot
that he had been mowing around. The pot busted into several pieces
and the dirt and plants fell out on the ground. Matt's heart jumped
into his throat when he realized what he had done. He turned quick,
to see if Rolf had seen what had happened. Matt wanted to run.
Rolf, of course with the eyes in the back of his head, had seen, and
was headed straight for him, with that damned paddle in his hand. He
realized that since Rolf had not yelled for him, that he was going to
get paddled right where he was. He looked over towards the only
neighbor's yard that might possibly see him, and sure enough, the old
bat that lived there was out near the fence, playing with her twin
grandchildren. Why did they have to be out now? He knew how loud
that paddle was, and he was sure that they would turn to look at the
first crack. He was horrified to think that the old bat would see
him get paddled. The little brat grandchildren would surely tease
him too. Matt turned back towards Rolf, trying to gauge the distance
to see if he could run around him and into the house. Rolf was too
close, and it would only be more painful if he did run. Rolf's eyes
were hard, as was his face. "It looks like someone needs an attitude
adjustment." He grabbed Matt by the arm and turned him sideways, not
letting go. Matt had a second or two to realize that at least he
would be allowed to keep his shorts on, that maybe the paddle
wouldn't be as loud, maybe he could keep quiet and show those stupid
people next door that the paddle didn't really bother him at all.
Rolf didn't need to say anything more. Matthew knew why he was going
to be paddled, he had been warned. CRACK! If Matthew really
thought it wouldn't hurt, he was dead wrong. He let out an
involuntary yell and grabbed for his butt. All of the pain from last
night's belting was just reawakened in an instant. Tears came
quickly to Matt's eyes, but not before he could see three pairs of
eyes from next door looking at him. Rolf turned Matt towards him and
said in a very stern voice "You WILL put your hand on the back of
your neck for the remainder of your paddling, unless you want your
audience to see you with your pants around your ankles."
"Please, please don't paddle me. I - I - I didn't mean to run over
the- the flower pot. I'm sor- sorry. Pl- pl- please, I'll be- be good."
Matthew was sobbing from the pain that had re-ignited in his ass.
Rolf just turned Matt sideways again and cracked the paddle back
across Matthew's bottom. "OOOOOWWWWWWW" Matt jumped forward, his
hand letting go of his neck, but not getting to his bottom before he
realized what he had done. His shorts were offering no protection
whatsoever from the paddle. (Have you ever been spanked like this
before? It is almost more embarrassing than being put over the
knees. You have your feet under you and can pull easily away, but
you never do, knowing that if you even try, you'll really, really pay
for it.) Rolf cracked the paddle down again, practically lifting
Matt off the ground. Matt was crying freely now, not caring who
might see him. He never thought the paddle could hurt so much, in so
few strokes. He tried pleading, promising, everything. Rolf didn't
pay a bit of attention. All of Matt's anger drained away in his
tears. He knew who was in charge, and that he was going to be
following the rules no matter how he felt (at least in the midst of
the paddling.) It wasn't up to him. All he wanted to do was go to
his room, get out from under Rolf's gaze, as well as the nosy
neighbors across the back fence. Rolf cracked the paddle a total of
ten times upon Matthew's bottom. Matt danced a little with each
stroke, but Rolf's tight grip on his arm kept him pretty still.
When Rolf was finished, he marched a very sore Matthew into the house and
into the living room corner.
"You will remain in the corner for 30 minutes. When that time is up,
you will go outside and pick up your mess. You will then be confined
to your room for the remainder of the day."
Matthew cried, then sobbed, then sulked. The only good thing about
today was he didn't have to do any more yardwork. He knew he wasn't
getting out of the yardwork, he was just going to be working on it
tomorrow and not today. Why oh why did he have to get himself in
these predicaments? Why couldn't he just accept the inevitable, and
get on with life? None of his friends got punished as much as he
did. Matt knew that no matter what his butt looked like, if he did
something else, Rolf would spank him just the same. He was not
looking forward to the day in his room. Rolf allowed no television
or computer in the room. Rolf's view of the room was pretty much for
sleep only. Living was done in the common rooms, so when Matt was
punished by being sent to his room, it really was a boring day.
Since his butt hurt so bad and he had already slept extra, he wasn't
even going to be able to sleep any of the day away. Well, since
there was nothing else to do, he began to plot ways to talk Rolf out
of the rest of his punishment, and Plan B, how to get to the hockey
game without being caught if his punishment was not lifted.
The End.