Subject: Junior vs.the Board of Education
From: awright@falcon.cc.ukans.edu
(Ashley Wright)
Date: 15 Sep 94 16:50:03 CDT
Note: This story concerns the paddling of an adolescent boy. He's 6'2 and can take it, plus he's really a very bad boy and deserves what he gets. This story also contains references to consentual m/f sex and non-consentual m/m and f/m spanking. If this distresses you, feel free to hit the "n" key.
*Disclaimer*
The characters and events depicted in this story are loosely based on the real live situations that shaped my personality. They are by no means intended as representatives of the values, mores and cultural customs of the southern US as a whole. All comments, criticisms, suggestions, etc are welcomed. This story is not set in Texas ':>
If ya'll think I'm bad, wait'll you get a load of my big brother, Junior. Mama says that if he put half the amount of effort into his homework that he does into getting hisself into trouble, he wouldn't be havin' to retake his sophomore year in high school like he is. Daddy just says Junior's one of those folks that has to learn everything the hard way. Out of all of his kids: Cody, Luke, Mike, 'Lisbeth, Junior and me, Daddy says Junior's the most hard-headed. Mama says that's why they named him after Daddy, but most of the time she's only joking. I reckon my folks spend about half their time whippin' my older brother, and that's still not as much as he deserves. To tell you the truth, my brother can talk his way out of just about anything. And lie... that boy can tell the most hellacious whoppers! He lies when he doesn't have to. A natural born troublemaker, that's my brother.
Of course all the girls in the Sr.High want to go with him, and they're always carrying his books and writing his name all over their lockers with big hearts and calling him up on the phone all the dang time. Even the girls in my class are all gooshy over him, like he'd give them the time of day. I happen to know he won't go with a girl unless she's at least in the eighth grade, no matter how much of a slut she is, so all the girls in my class who think he looks like James Dean can stop wasting their time.
All the boys want to hang around with him too, and he's always climbing out the window and going down to the river with Lonny and Jim and Tracy and Mac where they drink beer and swim nekkid with girls. I could get him in plenty of trouble with Mama and Daddy if I told half of the stuff I know he does, but then I'd get my ass kicked when he found out I squealed on him and he'd never tell me anything again.
Junior is real famous among all the kids and their parents, so famous that none of the kids from "good" families are supposed to have anything to do with him. Being his little sister makes me real famous too, and it's one reason why I didn't win the Good Citizenship essay contest at my school and why I didn't get invited to that bitch Marcie Ann McLean's birthday party, which I didn't care about 'cause she's a crybaby and everybody hates her anyway. Anyway, Junior is so famous that he and his friends can't use the phone or go to the bathroom in any of the stores on Main Street, and they aren't allowed in the Varsity movie theater ever again and the manager of the pool hall says if he has to throw them out one more time, he's going to have them sent to a reform school.
Like I said before, he's just bad! He's always getting into fights with other boys, or teasing girls, or taking my older brother's truck when he isn't supposed to, or cutting class, or stealing money outta my Ma's purse, or lying or cheating or looking at dirty magazines or tresspassing or peeing in somebody's locker or talking back and the only time he isn't getting in trouble, or thinking of ways to get in trouble, he's lying his way out of trouble. If he was my kid, I would send him to Boystown, like in that movie on TBS with Cary Grant.
Junior's actually a little bit less bad than usual right after he gets a whippin'. Depending on how bad he gets whipped, sometimes he stays out of trouble for up to a whole week, but usually he's back to his same old self the next day. One time I suggested to Daddy and Mama that they should spank him every day. That way, he wouldn't have time to think about being bad, and he does so many bad things, it wouldn't be like you'd be whipping him when he didn't deserve it. They didn't see it my way, though; I just got told that I should mind my own business unless I wanted to get spanked every day, so I shut up.
Right now my brother's being real good, he's up in his room with the door shut, studying his homework. He's not watching tv or talking to some girl on the phone or sneaking out the window or teasing me or jerking off to dirty magazines. He's being real good 'cause last night he showed me his butt where it was as red as a fire truck on top of still being all bruised from getting paddled at school. I betcha all the girls who think he's so sexy would change their minds if they'd been here last night after dinner when Daddy took him out on the back porch and let him have it with the strap, or if they'd been here yesterday afternoon when Mama spanked him with her hairbrush 'til he was bawling like a baby. Not that I blame him for that, her hairbrush does hurt. Mama's real little, like me, but boy, you don't want to be around when she's riled up. My brother Luke is 24 years old, but when she threatens to take the brush to him, you can bet he shapes up in a hurry.
I have to admit, I evesdropped on my brother getting whipped last night, and I wasn't sorry for him, either. I just wish I'da had a tape recorder and then I could have made some money charging kids to listen to it at school or by blackmailing Junior with it. That may sound cold, but you'll understand when I tell you the whole story, just the way it happened.
My brother Junior never does any work at his school and he's always cutting class and getting thrown out for fighting and all that. But he's never gotten licked at school, which is lucky for him considering that they still give licks even to seniors. The reason he's never got licked is because a) he hardly ever gets caught, b)he's a good liar, c)the principal's scared of my Daddy, and d)all the female teachers at the school love him.
But even Junior couldn't get away with getting caught screwing a girl in the storage room when they were supposed to be at an assembly about responsible driving. He said the worst part was they were "just gettin' to the good part" when Mr.Monosmith opened the door of the storage closet for typing paper and Junior lost his balance and he and the girl fell over out into the hall, and all three of 'em wound up in a dogpile. Well, the girl happened to be Mandy Kane, the horniest girl he'd ever met, according to Junior and she also happened to be the school superintendant's neice. You'd think that'd get Junior off the hook, but no, he got in even more trouble. Mr.Monosmith grabbed Mandy's shirt off the floor and threw it at her to cover herself and he grabbed her by the elbow and Junior by the ear and dragged them both down to the vice-principal's office.
Junior told me that the vice-principal gave them both a big lecture and bawled them out and called Mandy's mom to come and pick her up since a lot of the buttons on her shirt had kind of popped off in the excitement, and he said Mandy was bawling about how it wasn't her fault, Junior made her do it and on and on. My brother was so pissed at the slut for trying to put all the blame on him that he said he wasn't one bit sorry for Mandy when her mom came in with her face all red and grabbed Mandy by the arm and started yelling about how she was gonna tan her hide right there in the office. But then the vice-principal took her mom and Mandy into his office and shut the door for a while, and Junior said he couldn't hear anything else but Mandy was crying and her mom was telling her all about how she was gonna get it when they got home.
When Junior went into the vice-principal's office, he said that Mr.Jackson wouldn't even let him tell his side of the story, but yelled at him so loud and so furious that his whole face turned red as a beet and the veins in his forehead stuck out. He said my brother was a bad influence on the whole school and that he had taken advantage of an innocent girl and made the whole school look bad, not to mention his family. (From what Junior told me, Mandy Kane was a major slut who he was thinking of breaking up with soon anyway, 'cause she always wanted to play games where you tied each other up, and she showed him her dad's magazine collection which he kept out in the garage and showed girls doing it with other girls, with ponies and German shepards, and with a big carrot) Anyway, after he finished giving Junior this big lecture, he grabbed his paddle down off the wall and told him to bend over and grab his ankles. Junior said he told Mr.Jackson that nobody whipped him 'cept his parents, and Mr.Jackson got even madder and yelled, "I told you to bend down and grab your goddam ankles, boy!" and Junior still wouldn't do it, and he told Mr.Jackson that he could call our Mama or Daddy if he wanted to, but he wasn't gonna beat his ass at school. And then Mr.Jackson just went crazy, I guess, 'cause he grabbed my brother by the shoulder and shoved him down with his head under his arm and really started beating his butt with the paddle. Well, Junior said as soon as he got over being so damn surprised, he broke Mr.Jackson's hold and they wrestled over the paddle for a minute or two, then since Mr.Jackson's only about 5 feet tall, my brother got the paddle away from him and whacked him in the back of the head with it. He said Mr.Jackson's head made kind of a dull thudding sound and then he keeled over and Junior was sort of scared he might of killed him. Apparently he only stunned him, though, 'cause he felt his neck and he still had a pulse, so Junior decided to get the hell out of there and took my sister's car from the high school parking lot and went home.
Our school had gotten out early for a teachers' inservice that day so I was in the kitchen making brownies with Mama when Junior pulled up. Mama looked at me and looked at the clock, and went to meet Junior at the front door, wiping her hands off on a dishcloth.
"You, Junior, what're you doing home at one o'clock?" Mama demanded.
"The school principal hit me with this, Mama." he held up the paddle.
"He hit you?!" Mama was riled up, now. Nobody hurts one of her babies and gets away with it. She made him take down his britches right there and show her, and his butt was a sight, already turning black and blue and purple. For a little guy, Mr.Jackson could sure hit pretty hard. "You come with me, we're going right back to that school. Meredith, cover those brownies and turn off the oven. We're going to talk to brother's principal."
"No, Ma," Junior protested zipping his fly, "I don't think you should do that, see--"
Mama was het up now, and anything less than immeadiate obediance was like waving red before a bull.
"Don't you argue with me, boy! Meredith, get in the car!"
Just then, the phone rang and Mama, with a gesture of exasperation, answered it. While she was on the phone, Junior grabbed me and dragged me down the hall.
"Ow! You're hurtin' my arm,"I complained, "What's wrong with you, anyway? Mama's already mad at your principal, d'ya want her mad at you, too?"
"Listen," Junior whispered to me urgently, and told me the whole story. I have to admit, I was laughin', especially the part about him and Mandy falling out of the closet. "Now if that call's what I think it is, I'm in a heap o' trouble. You go get Mama's hairbrush and hide it."
"You, Junior!!!" Mama's irate shout from the other room cut him off, and he hurriedly shoved me towards the stairs.
I debated what to do, started to run into my parents' bedroom and get Mama's weaponry, but then remembered all the times Junior'd snickered when I'd gotten tanned and decided just to let justice be done. It'd been a long time since he'd had a good hairbrushing from Mama, anyway.
From downstairs, I could already hear Mama's stern lecture and Junior whinin' and trying to talk her out of it as Mama got warmed up.
"...at your school??! What in the hell is wrong with you??!"
"Ow! Mama, I didn't-- Ow! It was her idea! OW!! I couldn't do anything about it--OW!"
"Don't you ever raise your hand to one of your teachers again, you hear me, boy?!"
"OW! But Ma, he--"
"You coulda killed him! Do you know what they'd do to a boy like you in jail?! What am I gonna have to do to get through to you?!"
The sound of steady smacking and Junior yelping and protesting told me that she was almost done with phase one. Sure enough, after a few more seconds, Mama shouted up the stairs, "Meredith! Bring me my hairbrush!!"
I heard my older brother whimper like a sick pup when she said that, and knew that when I came down with the brush I'd get to see him over my Ma's knee, with his britches down and his butt already pink from the spanking she'd been giving him. I hurried into my folks' bedroom and got Mama's heavy old wooden hairbrush off her dresser. I knew how well it stung from past experience, and also knew enough not to keep Mama waiting too long, not in a mood like this. I didn't want to be the next one over her knee! I ran downstairs with the brush and she took it out of my hand and started applyin' it to Junior's skinny butt. She was really lettin' him have it, and my brother was kicking his feet and grittin' his teeth and clenchin' his fists, trying not to cry.
"Don't you ever let me hear about you messing around like that at school with a girl again! No wonder you're still in the tenth grade, if that's what you do all day at school! And you just damn well better not go gettin' somebody pregnant!"
"Ow! Ohh, Mama, I'll be good! Ow! OWWW! You're killin' me, Ma! I'm sorry, honest! I'm real sorry!! I won't even neck with a girl!"
"What do I have to do to get through your thick head?! Look at you, sixteen years old and still has to be spanked to make you mind! Aren't you ashamed of yourself?! Next time you get in trouble, I'll come straight down to the school and spank you, how'd you like that?! I guess your friends won't think you're such a man when they see you over my knee with your britches down!!"
"OWW! No, Mama, I'll be good! I said I'd be good! I'll mind- I'll get good grades- I'll come home early- I'll do anything!!"
With Mama, you always cry. She smacked his butt with that brush until it was bright red and his face was all wet with tears and snot. He was bawling like a baby when Mama finally decided he'd had enough and gave him one last <smack> that sounded like a rifle shot. She let him up, still blubbering and rubbing his firey butt, and said, "Now you get in that kitchen and you just stand in that corner where I can keep an eye on you. When your Daddy gets home, he's gonna have something to say about this, too."
"Aw, Mama--" Junior started to protest, but she gave him a look that shut him up quick. She caught sight of me and told me to get upstairs and clean up my room, and I hurried up there quick. You don't mess with my Mama when she's in a spankin' mood and with her hairbrush handy.
When Lis'beth and Mike got home from school later, Mama sent them upstairs too, and I told 'em all about what happened. They both laughed at how Junior got caught in the closet with Mandy and especially about him whacking Mr.Jackson. When the front door slammed and Daddy yelled that he was home, we ran to kiss him hello. He stood in the hallway, all greasy from a day's work at the garage, and I jumped up on him for an axle-greasy bear hug and kiss.
"Where's your brother? I want him to help me unload the truck," he said, and Mama came out from the kitchen.
"Junior's in the kitchen, waiting for you to take him outside and talk to him about how you act in school."
"Lord Jesus, what's he done this time?" Daddy groaned, taking off his cap and putting it on my head.
"You just come in the kitchen and I'll tell you-- you kids go upstairs and get cleaned up for supper," was all Mama would say.
We went upstairs and strained our ears to catch all everything we could. After a few minutes of Mama's hushed explaining, we heard Junior whining and Daddy hollering, "You just get your butt outside, boy! I'm gonna tear your tail up!"
"But Pa, I already--"
"Don't you give me none of that mouth, boy! I'm gonna beat your butt three shades of blister blue!! GIT!!"
The sound of a smack from downstairs was immeadiately followed by the sound of the screen door slamming. We snuck down the stairs and into the back hall where we could hear better. Daddy had his strap and was really letting Junior have it. My brother was almost as tall as he was, but he was whimpering and crying and pleading as my Daddy blistered his already smarting butt with the leather.
"Oh, Daddy, don't! Please, Daddy, I'll shape up!! I promise I won't do nothin' bad again!! Daddy, that smarts!" Junior jerked his hips around in a comical if futile attempt to avoid the stinging strap. My sister and brother and I were grinning wickedly at each other as we listened.
After several more minutes of Daddy threatening what he'd do if Junior ever got caught screwing another girl in public, he finally let him go up to his room and "think about thangs". Junior came flying in the house, his face red and his eyes redder, and when he saw us all standing there snickerin', he glared and clenched his fists.
"You just wait," he whispered, "laugh now, but it'll be one of ya'll gettin' their ass whipped sooner or later and then you won't think it's so damn funny!"
He stomped up the stairs as best as he could, rubbing his butt with both hands. And ya know, he was right. It wasn't so funny when Daddy came in and caught us standing there, still laughing. 'Cause Daddy was still all red-faced and angry from whipping Junior, and he told us, "All right, you three, if you think your brother gettin' his butt tanned is so dang entertaining, you all can have your share, too!"
Before we could even put up a fight or say we were innocent, he scooped me up over his shoulder and grabbed Mike and Lis'beth by their shirt collars and took us all over to the couch! He turned each of us over his knee for 5 hard swats before sending us upstairs to "think about thangs"!
So you see, my brother Junior's so bad, he even gets me in trouble! Now maybe you'll believe me when I say that boy deserves everything he gets!
Jackrabbit