REAL Old Fashioned: a BMW & GMW Spanking Story

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<Shawn and Theresa egg the Matthews' house>

"Amy, get the spatula. I'm gonna teach this kid a lesson."

"Alan, are you sure? Shouldn't we consult his dad about it first?"

"We've already arranged it. We made a deal that if Shawn gives us trouble under our roof, we have the authority to see to it he doesn't cause more trouble. Shawn, get over here."

Shawn hesitated.

"I'm not the counting type. I don't have an abundant supply of patience like John does. I don't appreciate doddling. GET your butt over here. NOW."

Shawn had always been intimidated by Alan, so he obeyed without complaint.

"Bend over the couch." Shawn complied but guarded his butt. Alan sighed. "Move your hands. I'll make it ten times worse, believe me. Just ask Eric."

"I believe you. I do." Shawn moved his hands up to cover his head, overly embarrassed that Amy was watching. I'm such an idiot...Why did I let some girl get me in this mess? I always do this... Stupid...just plain stupid...

Alan had begun the spanking. Ouch. This guy is a much harder spanker than John...how? He's so old...but with loads of experience...I'm dead. I'm dead for sure. This is the end.

The door swung open, revealing a frazzled John. Alan ceased for a moment to look at him. "Almost done."

"No, you're fine. Keep going. He's gotta learn some respect. Maybe you can get that through his thick head since I can't seem to." Worsening Shawn's shame, John crossed his arms and sat in the living room with them, observing. Great. He's getting pointers. Now I'm in for it. My life is gonna be so miserable...As if it wasn't already..."OW! Gosh. You hit so f*cking hard! Lay off, will ya?"

John sighed at Shawn's mouthy attitude and slapped his knees. "Okay, my turn." He stood, pushing up his sleeves. Alan gave him the spatula. "Nope. I won't be needing that. This kid's gotta learn, and he's gotta learn soon. He's been pushing this envelope for far too long." John pulled down Shawn's pants, revealing a pink-tinted bottom. "I'm gonna make that butt light up RED." 

Shocked at his statement, Shawn pulled his pants up and tried to run. Of course, he didn't get far. John then pulled Shawn over his lap as he sat on the couch. "This is not gonna be fun...Fair warning." With that, John yanked his pants down again. "Amy, you got a wooden spoon or something? That should do the trick."

Amy scurried off to get the spoon.

"Alan, can you pin his hands down? That'd make this easier." Alan didn't hesitate to assist.

Jon looked down at Shawn and pointed at him. "If you kick me or bite me or whatever, all restraint will come off, and I will use the belt. Got me?"

Shawn didn't answer.

He planted one smack on his butt with his hand. "GOT ME?"

"Uh huh," Shawn muttered. 

"I believe the man wants a 'yes sir', Shawn," Alan prompted.

"Yes...sir. I'm sorry."

"I'm not sure you really are, but you're gonna be."

Shawn gulped, understanding full well what he meant. Amy then came back into the living room with the dreaded punishing implement and handed it to John. Shawn breathed in as the first rain of the spoon touched his skin. It didn't take long before the protests came.

Eric had heard the commotion and plopped down the stairs from his and Cory's room to investigate. "What is going on down here?"

Cory pulled him back up the stairs as fast as he could. "I suggest you not get in the middle of it. This won't be a good night for anyone if you mess with dad right now...or Turner for that matter. I heard they made some kind of pact."

With that, they both retreated up to their bedroom, worried for Shawn.

"Man, I've never seen Turner so upset...or dad..." Cory said.

"Yeah, well, you're not like Shawn. You don't get in trouble like he does. He makes a sport of it. It's like his full-time job. Your version of trouble is forgetting to put the lid back on the laundry detergent."

"Yeah, and I feel sorry for it every time."

"You're such a softy. That's why you never see the scary side of dad...I have, a few times, and trust me, it ain't fun. It's probably good you stay safe on your side of the line."

"OWEEEOOOW!"

Cory and Eric winced at the sound. "Yikes...That's not good. They're not too happy. Shawn must've attempted murder," Eric said. 

"Yep. Sure did," Cory added. 

"OUCH! I'm sorry!" Shawn breathed faster to try holding in his emotions. This was so embarrassing. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Okay? I won't do it EVER again. Promise."

After landing ten more harsh smacks, John pulled his pants back up and turned him around. He gave him a stern look. "Now, I want you to SINCERELY apologize to the Matthews for disrespecting them and their property."

Shawn, red-faced, looked at Alan, then at Amy. "I'm really sorry..."

"We forgive you, Shawn." Amy said as she side-hugged Alan.

Alan pulled Shawn up from the couch and rested a firm hand on his shoulder. "We love you, kid. We don't want you to ruin your life by running with the wrong crowds. We are always here for you, but you have to be willing to come to us before this. You're lucky. Things could've been much worse. You could've been sued if it was someone else's house, or even arrested."

Shawn looked at his shoes, ashamed. "Yeah okay."

"So, what else do you have in mind for him? How can he make this up to you?" John asked.

"If he cleans up our yard and our roof, then he'll be good to go," Alan said.

Shawn shot John a disgusted look. "Really? But their roof is so high."

"I suggest you do as we say or you'll find yourself over my lap again real soon. Friendly suggestion," John warned.

"We have a ladder here you can use," Amy offered.

Shawn sighed. "Fine...but then we go home?"

"Yes, once you make their house good as new, we can go home."

"Okay...Will I be grounded now?"

"What do you think?" John said, spitting out each syllable. "You think we should just let this slide?"

"I think I'm not gonna see the light of day for a long time."

"Uh huh. Yep. You got that right."