Painfull + Shamefull= Worse Worse Worse Worse......Since early morning, my parents and I were at the pool. It was an extremely hot summer day. And the roaring heat was actually endure only in the cool water. I had a lot of fun with my dad and my mum, but especially with many children from my kindergarten. We all looked for and found cooling off in the pool.
So beautiful and nice it was, at some point it was time to go. My mother appeared, already dressed, at the edge of the pool and said, "Robin, come out of the water .... let's go home!" "No, not yet! It's just so much fun!" I replied and dove behind my ball, my friend Sam had just thrown. "Come out, it's getting late!" How could it be late when it was still daylight and warm? "No Mum, I want to stay!" I said resolutely, and threw my ball to Sam. "We go home now, Robin, so come on!" The sound of my mother was more strict and she beckoned invitingly with her hand in my direction. "But I .... what about Sam? Does he not go?" "It does not matter if Sam must also go home or not! You're coming out of the water!" my mother decided. She had no idea once again. I was absolutely not care if Sam was still allowed to stay here and had a lot of fun without me.
And because of this, I refused to continue to leave the children's pool. My mother called me two more times to listen to her. She also used both of my first names. But I ignored her. And when she said grimly: "Just wait, boy! So not!" turned and walked away, I began to think I have won. Jubilant I continued to play. But I restrained myself too early for the winner. For only a little later my dad appeared on the pool edge. He had his shorts and T-shirt on and said aloud, "Come now out of the water, Robin Michael" I tried the same game, I have done with my mother and ignored him. But that was no good idea. Because after the second or third call, he called sternly, "If I have to get you, you're due!" These words I could no longer ignore, so I begged, "Please Daddy .... another five minutes ..." My dad was standing near behind me. Because of the low sun, I had to squint to see him. "No, I said now!" "Why now? Sam must go not yet ..... why me?" "That's enough, Robin Michael, Come out!" "NO I DO NOT!" I shouted back.
And since I am still close to the edge, I was swimming fast in the middle of the pool to take me to safety before my father. My dad called me afterwards: "Last warning, Robin Michael!" "I WILL NOT GO!" I shouted as loudly as before. I felt completely safe in the water. My father was already dressed, so he would not come after me. I thought at least. But that thought was absolutely wrong. For scarcely I had turned around, I realized with horror that my father just took off his short pants and put it on a bench next to him. There already was his shirt. Now he was wearing only his dry swimming trunks and nothing prevented him more from jumping into the water and come with quick swimming motions up to me. "Oh no no no no ..." I whispered, frightened and tried as quickly as possible to swim to the opposite edge. Just as well I would have can swim against my dad. I had less than a ghost of a chance. With my four years, I was just as big as a two and a half year old child. And my father measured almost two meters ( six feet, correct?). Accordingly, it was also the span of his arms, which he plowed through the water. Within seconds he had caught up, grabbed me on my right foot and pulled me to him. "Daddy let me go .... please ...." "No boy, now it´s your turn!" My father stood up. He could stand in the almost four feet deep water easily. With my butt forward, he tucked me under his left arm and carried me to the stairs that led from the pool. I immediately started screaming and kicking my legs as hard as I could. But only until my dad held my legs with his left hand and slapped with his right hand several times on my butt while he warning said, "Stop your crying and kicking Robin Michael Alexander" The blows of my father were not still been very solid, but they did almost hurt enough. And I got a little taste of what I would experience soon and especially feel. We were barely out of the pool, my father went to the bench, where his clothes were. With tears in my eyes I was hanging at his side and begged, that my father should not spank me. But it was, as always. Had my father decided to spank me, then he did this. It was no way around. I could say or do what I wanted. Nothing prevented me to lay over his lap and felt his punishing hand on my butt. So it was this time. With a difference. A big difference.
When we got to the bank, and he introduced me to his right side, I discovered that two girls was sitting on the bench on my dads left side. Both looked curiously at me and my father. And their eyes widened. Then they strarted to grin and both said over friendly: "Hello Robin" It was Lisa and her best friend Sarah, both from my kindergarten class. They did not like me and the feeling was mutual. Lisa was a conceited ***** and I hated her. She was an annoying show-off who always squealed. She behaved like a princess and all their not-friends she treated like slaves. Sarah admired her best friend.
Everything Lisa said or did, it was right and she imitated it. I hated Sarah just like Lisa. Both were less than two years older and much bigger than me. And I had already often felt this difference. And just this girls were now witnesses of how my father punished me. That was almost unbelievable and more than horror. Given this viewers, I begged even more intense about my father, that he not spanked me. Not here and not now. But my words fell like so often on deaf ears. Within one second my little white butt was exempt of my wet swimming trunks and I was lying on the lap of my father. "Look Sarah, poor little Robin will now be spanked!" The broad grin on Lisa's face showed me how those words really meant. Sarah nodded and said, "Yeah ..... and I bet he cries even now!" Both giggled and smiled gleefully nasty down to me. That was so unfair!
I just wanted to say something to them. Something very unfriendly, but the first solid blows of my father met my bottom and I winced. The combination consisting of the wet skin on my butt and the damp hand of my father was not good for my pain sensation. After only a few strokes, I had the feeling that my butt was so hot as the August sun, which was shining so relentlessly on us today. The burning pain which rapidly spread to my buttocks caused that I sobbed and cried louder and begged for the end of this punishment. Although I had made seconds earlier, just not to do that. The satisfaction, to see me crying and sobbing, I did not give Lisa and Sarah yet. But because of the many solid punches from my father, I had no chance to hold on my plan. Moreover, my father scolded: "You shall listen Robin Michael! When will you finally learn to listen to mum and me? Why do we always just scold and spank you before you hear?"
Had he just in front of my archenemies so to scold with me? Had he not can do that at home? Or when Lisa and Sarah had gone? But they had no intention of going. Why should they do this? The show that I gave them was very interesting and above all very entertaining. For the two, at least.
Finally my father finished his fireworks on my little butt. Latter had lost its white innocent and was now bright red and hotter as the ground on which my father introduced me now. Despite the extreme pain on my butt, I had only one thought: get out of here quick. Impatiently I waited for my father pulled up my trunks .... but my father moved through the full punishment procedure.
Sometimes he had a timing. Really to run away!
With his hands he encompassed my belly sides, looked at me seriously and sternly and asked, "Have you learned your lesson, Robin Michael" I nodded and replied, sobbing and quickly: "Yes Daddy" I tried to concentrate on the face and the blue eyes of my father. But in the corner of my eye I could see that Lisa and Sarah bent over their necks to take a look at my glowing botty.
I had to stop that. Therefore, I tried to turn slightly to the right side, but the strong grip of my father would not allow it. I tried it again and again. But it did not work. My eyes darted to the girls more often. They were whispering and giggling to each other. While they pointed at me and my butt.
"Robin Michael, what I just said to you?" The strict and loud voice of my father called my attention again. I winced, looked helplessly at his serious face and stammered, "Whether ... if I've learned my lesson" I was not sure if that was true. I anxiously looked at my dad and swallowed. For a moment I forgot Lisa and Sarah completely. I also forgot that I was standing almost naked in front of them and the other visitors of the swimming pool, which slowly made all ready to leave this. For me only counted my father's reaction and this was anything but reassuring. Because his eyes narrowed, his mouth twisted into a disapproving line and his eyebrows pulled together as he stated, "You have not been listening again, Robin Michael Alexander! Just you told me that you've learned your lesson, and the next thing you do is not to listen again..? It seems you learned your lesson not yet, and you need a further penalty!" "No no no no ... Daddy please do not spank me, Daddy please do not again .... " The worst of all cases came in. I landed a second time on the lap of my father. And my little butt had to suffer again under his punishing hand. The burning pain that had not yet even begin to subsided, was reactivated one hundred percent and increased by twice. It only took a few seconds before I hung howling and sobbing over the legs of my dad. This second punishment was not quite as long as the first. However, my botty hurt like hell. The terrible pain throbbed with an intensity through my buttocks, as if it wanted to stay there forever. Again I stood between my dad´s knees. Again I felt his hands on my belly sides and again he asked, "Have you learned your lesson now?" I could hardly breathe. Without interruption tears running down my cheeks, but I nodded and whispered, sobbing: "Yes Daddy ...." Lisa and Sarah giggled louder beside us. Again, they craned their necks to catch a glimpse of my dark red butt.
This was too much. Too much for me and my small boy pride. From shame and rage I cried out loud. I tried again to protect my little butt in front of her curious eyes and this time I cried indignantly: "LET IT!!! ..... YOU`RE STUPID!!!!" "Robin Michael, what are you doing?" My dad immediately scolded me. Floundering I started crying, desperate, I looked into the stern face of my father, who looked at me quizzically and sobbed: "Th-e-e two an-noy me ..... the-y a-alway-s lo-ok at m-my bu-utt and gig-gling a-all the ti-me .... . " My father had carefully listened to me. Now he looked at Lisa and Sarah, and it seemed that he was registered their presence for the first time. Lisa and Sarah were doing under the strict and serious look of my father as if they were completely innocent. With their innocent faces they did not convince my dad. He had heard their giggle determined, but did not pay attention. And he knew Lisa and Sarah well enough to know how nasty the two could be. Therefore, he called they now: "Please go and leave Robin alone!" "Come on Sarah ..... nothing is going on here anyway!" Lisa remarked pertly still before the two jumped up and ran away. Halfway relieved I wiped my tears from my face and looked at my father, who looked at me thoughtfully and asked, "You did not listen to me, because the two have made fun of you?" Dejected I nodded. And finally put my father my swimsuit over my sore butt. And the cool, wet fabric of my swimming trunks lay more than pleasant to my burning and throbbing buttocks.
With an understanding smile, my father took me in his arms. He assured me that all was well again and whispered in my ear: "When Lisa and Sarah annoy you again, tell me, okay?"
The two were teasing me when we were met in the kindergarten after holiday. They told all the children that my father had spanked me twice in their presence. They mimicked me by a whole nasty kind. From shame and because their behavior was hurt me, I was dragged into a corner of the kindergarten and crying softly to myself. Sam saw it, and told the teachers. This scolded with Lisa and Sarah and told their parents of their injured and unacceptable behavior. Both parents, Lisa's and Sarah's were not thrilled by her daughters and granted both a lesson at home. And Lisa and Sarah's bottoms were then determined as red and sore as my butt on that memorable hot day at the pool