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Subject: {ASSM} St: Long Distance Call Payback (M/t, tt/t, spank, strap)
Date: Tue,  2 Jan 2001 08:10:04 -0500
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St: Long Distance Call Payback (M/t, tt/t, spank, strap)

In the "Leave It to Beaver" episode "Long Distance Call" (#194, 1962)
The Beaver and two friends, Gilbert and Alan, are at Beaver's house.
Even in the eighth grade and (almost?) fourteen years old they are at
a loss of what to do.  Gilbert makes a couple of silly prank local
phone calls until Beaver stops him.  Then they decide that they can
afford to call Don Drysdale at Dodger Stadium in Los Angeles long
distance.  The call is fun but long.  They call the operator and are
shocked to learn that the charge is $9.35 plus tax -- far beyond
their budget of a couple of dollars.

They make a pact not to tell with the hope that they can get the
money before confessing but Gilbert boasts to classmate Kenny, who's
father is a newspaper reporter, and the whole town gets to know.
Gilbert and Alan's fathers send them over to Beaver's to be punished
together.  Gilbert dutifully but fearfully tells Ward that his dad
has authorized "You can do anything you want to me.".

Ward lectures them and then sentences them to five hours work each in
the yard.  Actually that works out to about $0.60/hour which is
pretty good when the minimum wage was under $0.40 an hour and
gasoline was under $0.30 a US gallon.

Now if Ward Jr. had the same approach to corporal punishment as Ward
Sr. this is how I think it might have gone.  I pick up the story
after Ward has heard the confessions and lectured the boys.

The following story is fiction.  It contain scenes of spanking.  If
such a subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor
(i.e., child) please leave now.

This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited
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complete including the copyright notice.  The copyright characters of
LITB are used under the parody and fair use copyright rules and are
not mine.

The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, and suggestions.  YLeeCoyote@Lycosmail.com


Long Distance Call Payback
By
Y. Lee Coyote


"What do you think will happen now, boys?" asked Ward of the three
chastised fourteen year old boys in his den.  It was obvious that
they expected something very serve as punishment.

"You're going to spank us, Mr. Cleaver." said Gilbert with the others
nodding with grim faces.  Each was fearful of that.  Actually, it
really was not the spanking that they feared as much as that the
others would be watching such a spanking.  As awful as it is to have
your pants and briefs taken down by your father and hauled over his
lap for a bare ass spanking it was worse having your friends actually
witness such a humiliating experience.  It was infinitely worse if
they saw you cry like a little baby boy.

"No."  The three miscreants immediately sighed with relief.

"It will be the belt this time, boys."  The relief was short lived.

There were three groans for they each knew that the belt hurt a lot
more than a spanking.  However, it at least it was not babyish like a
spanking.  It would not be so bad that the others would be watching.
Then Ward confused them again.  "And you're going to do it."

Three very puzzled boys looked at each other.  They had each been
spanked many times and strapped a couple times but none of them had
done it.

"Beaver you have you listened to your friends when you knew better so
now you're going to get something from them that you will
_immediately_ know is not pleasant.  Hopefully, you will learn that
not everything they tell you is good for you to do."  

"Yes, Sir."

Gilbert and Alan practically cheered for they immediately thought
that not only were they going to get off with merely a lecture but
that they would actually punish The Beaver under his father's
direction.

"Gilbert and Alan you will alternately strap Beaver with your belts.
You will hit hard enough so that he knows that he being strapped;
understand."

"Yes, Sir." said Alan still somewhat puzzled but knowing that it was
better to give than receive and removed his belt.

"I don't have a belt, Mr. Cleaver." declared Gilbert.

"Beaver, give Gilbert your belt, then drop your pants and lean over
the desk."

"Yes, Sir."  This seem to be adding insult to injury.  Not only would
he be strapped by his friends who were the cause of the trouble, one
of them would be using his own belt.  Past experiences had taught The
Beaver never to question his father at time like this.  Any
indication of displeasure or resistance to punishment always resulted
in something worse ensuing.

"Your briefs also, Theodore."  Beaver lowered his briefs and resumed
the position.  There was a faint redness on his cheeks even now for
he was blushing.  He would not have hesitated to go skinny dipping
with his friends but this was different.  Gilbert and Alan each
folded the belt he was holding and took positions on each side of
their exposed friend.  "Gilbert you start and alternate with Alan."

"Yes, Sir."  Gilbert raised the belt and brought it down on Beaver's
butt.  It was a very easy stroke and did not even make a mark.  Alan
did the same thing.  Somehow it did not seam right to hurt their
friend particularly when they were guilty of the same crime.

"Boys, I expect that you can hit significantly harder than that.  Do
you want a demonstration?"

"No, Sir." they said in unison.  Gilbert raised his arm and brought
the belt down on the target and Alan followed immediately.  The blows
were harder but not sufficient to do the job.

"Much harder, boys."  This time they did it properly and there were
two loud WHACKS as the belts found their target.  Immediately one
could hear a muffled yelp from The Beaver and a couple of reddening
stripes appeared on the target bottom.

"That's the way, boys.  Now let's have a dozen more like that."

Without any regard for the future the two were immediately into this
sport.  Of course, Beaver saw it from a very different perspective
and he gripped the desk tightly for he did not want to risk standing
before he should.  As the two belts struck repeatedly, The Beaver's
butt turned red, hot and painful.  He was not able to completely
control his tears and was crying before they had finished.  As he
forced himself to stop crying, Beaver knew that the last three
minutes would remain a memory forever.

"Your turn Alan."

"Yes, Mr. Cleaver." Alan said surprised and a moment later with his
pants about his ankles he replaced The Beaver leaning over the desk.
He wished that he had not hit The Beaver so hard.

"You know the drill, boys."  The Beaver and Gilbert took up their
positions and started to strap their friend.  Beaver did not need to
be encouraged to hit hard for his own bottom was telling him to get
even.  Gilbert now realized that he would be next and eased up in the
hope that Alan would be easier on him but Ward noticed.

"Don't hold back, Gilbert.  You know that you need to swing harder
than that.  Now do that one over.

"Yes, Mr. Cleaver."  He redid the first stroke and Alan knew it
through his whole being.  A deep red stripe appeared in response.  As
he yelped, he resolved that he would get even.  The belts were
swinging and within a couple of minutes they completed the prescribed
thirteen strokes each.  Alan was also driven to tears.

Gilbert knew that he was next and that his friends had little to fear
for they had already had gotten it -- and from him.  There wasn't
anyway out except to flee and then -- eventually -- he would have to
face his father.  This was the better option.

Both Alan and The Beaver were anxious to start.  They both knew that
it was really Gilbert who was to blame as he had started everything
with the prank phone calls.  Gilbert slowly lowered his pants and
briefs as the others watched anticipating what they were about to do.
Other thoughts of trouble that Gilbert had gotten him into flashed
through Beaver's head.  This would be a good opportunity to get even.

Beaver gave the first stroke as hard as he could and Alan followed
suit before Gilbert could get a sound out.  The two quickly applied
the remaining dozen stokes each.  Gilbert was really crying at the
end -- more than the others had and his tail was much redder than
those of the others.  Ward parked each of them in front of the
bookcase with their pants down to do some corner time and left them
alone.

The three of them were a bit confused.  The strapping had hurt but
also all had some strange feeling in their groins.  And being on the
given end was also very strange.  They were strangely quiet
considering they had not been ordered not to talk.

After some twenty minutes, the red-butted trio heard a wolf whistle.
Wally had came in to room.  "What pretty rosy red cheeks, boys."  and
then he chuckled.

"Not funny, Wally." said The Beaver.

"Not at all." echoed Alan.  The three started to turn around
forgetting that then they would exhibit their fronts.

"STAY PUT, boys, dad said you have another five minutes.  He's on the
phone with your fathers and told me to tell three naughty boys that
he'll be back soon.  I think that he wants to _talk_ with you some
more.  Now if I had spanked you last Saturday, you wouldn't be on
parade now."  The three knew that Wally was right but certainly did
not want to say so.  As always, the best thing to do while being
punished was to be quiet.

Ward returned and Wally went upstairs.  He asked each of them if they
had learnt their lesson and, of course, they all claimed to.
"Gilbert and Alan pull up your pants and go home; Theodore I want to
talk with you."

"Yes, Mr. Cleaver." chorused the two as they pulled up their pants
and dashed out the den and then the front door as fast as they could.
As a general rule, when a father was going to "have a talk" with a
friend it was best to be elsewhere than in the same room.

As soon as they got outside Gilbert grabbed Alan saying: "Beaver
going to get it; let's listen."  The two dashed round to the side of
the house and into the bushes just outside the open den window.
Hiding there they could hear all that was happening to Beaver inside.

Beaver could not justify that he had been harder on Gilbert than Alan
and confessed that he had not been fair.  Ward told The Beaver to get
_the chair_.  Beaver knew that this meant that he was going to get
spanked.  At least it was not in front of his friends he realized.
"You know why you're going to get this spanking, Theodor?"

Gilbert and Alan looked at each other and smiled.  Even though their
butts were still red hot and painful, witnessing _another_ boy
getting a spanking is a rare and fun event even if it was just
hearing it provided that you were not also getting it.

"Because I was not fair, Sir."  Beaver let his pants fall and pushed
down his briefs.  He had noted that it did not feel as bad as when
his father did it.  Then he got on his dad's lap without a word.
Even though he was getting spanked like a little boy he had decided
to take it like a man.  He almost wished that he could just have been
over the desk like he had before but he was afraid that would hurt
too much.

Ward was aware of a subtitle change in his son.  There was a total
acceptance of what was about to happen and that it was justified.
Ward raised his hand and brought it down on the still red bottom.

SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!
SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!
SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!

Gilbert and Alan were sure glad that they were not sharing what was
Beaver was getting.  They heard their friend crying and could easily
imagine how much he sounded like a baby.  Gilbert particularly felt
better because Beaver had made him cry just a little earlier.

Beaver was surprised to find that he was crying almost immediately.
He knew that he usually did not cry until dad had spanked him a lot
more.  Another twenty spanks had him bawling like a baby which was
when Ward stopped.  He continued to cry for sometime as he hugged his
dad and was held by him.

"Thanks, dad." he whispered when he composed himself.

"For spanking you, Beaver?"

"No; for not doing it in front of the guys."

Beaver pulled up his pants and went upstairs where Wally was doing
his homework.  "Dad gave it to you again, Beaver."  Beaver just laid
down on his bed without answering after he open his pants and pulled
them down.  As you would expect he was prone with only his
tightie-whities covering his bright crimson buns.

After a quick detour through the bathroom Wally sat down next to him.
He gently and carefully lowered his brother's briefs and placed a
cold towel on the hot tail and rubbed his back.  "Thanks, Wally.  At
least Gilbert and Alan did not see it happening and I had my turn
with the belt with them."

"Sorry, Beaver, but I just saw them dashing across the lawn from
under the den window as you were coming up the stairs.  They must
have been listening under the window.  I hope that you did not cry --
too much."  This news almost got Beaver crying again.  He wished that
it was not true but realized that since it was it was better that he
knew so that he could be ready for the teasing that was sure to come.

As Wally swapped the cold towel for the second time, Beaver told him
that maybe it would have been better if he _had_ spanked him last
Saturday.

"I think you're right, Beaver.  You would have only had one spanking
then and not owe dad so much."

Beaver was still cooling his butt a little later when Gilbert and
Alan were once again at the Cleavers' door.  This time they were
expected and Ward called for Beaver and Wally.  Once they were in the
den, Gilbert spoke first.  "Mr. Cleaver and Beaver, I apologize for
listening under your window earlier."

Then Alan added (with some hesitation): "I'm sorry too, Sir.  Our
dads feel that it would be right if Beaver saw us spanked like we
heard him getting it."  Beaver could not quite believe his ears.  He
was going to have the pleasure to see and hear his friends get
punished while knowing that he was safe.

Gilbert was first.  He stood fearfully but quietly in front of Ward
who opened his pants and pulled them along with his briefs down below
his knees.  Then he was pulled over the waiting lap.  Ward gripped
the errant lad tightly by the waist and started to spank the still
pink bottom quite hard.

SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!
SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!
SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!

Almost immediately Gilbert was crying and struggling to get away.
Ward stopped spanking a minute and shifted the lad so the he could
hold him in place with his leg as well as his arm.  He then gave him
another barrage.

SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!
SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!
SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!
SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!
SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!
SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!

By now Gilbert was howling like a banshee while bawling like a little
baby.  Beaver had mixed emotions for he knew that this could happen
to him but was very happy that it was not happening to him but to
Gilbert.  Also, he knew that Gilbert could never talk of seeing him
being spanked to a bawling baby without being reminded that is what
he was also.

Ward stopped and released Gilbert who, still bawling loudly,
immediately started doing the spanked boy dance.  The way Gilbert was
jumping around made his immature cock bounce in a way that Beaver
found very entertaining.

Alan had a little time to figure out how to behave to look better.
He moved to Ward's side, quickly dropped his pants and briefs and
laid over Ward's lap before even being told to.  Ward proceeded to
give him exactly the same spanking as he had given Gilbert.  However,
Alan took it "like a man" as he did not struggle and only cried a
little.  When the spanking was over he just pulled up his pants
saying:  "I'm really sorry to have eavesdropped, Mr. Cleaver;
Beaver."  He even offered his hand to Beaver who accepted it.

Meanwhile Gilbert was still crying and hopping around when June
walked in.  "Is he OK?" she asked in her usual innocent manner.

"Sure mom.  He's just acting like a big baby and overreacting to
being spanked.  Dad did not do it any harder than he did Alan just
now nor harder than Beaver or me in the past.  He'll surely will get
over."

As Gilbert blushed in shameful embarrassment Beaver and Alan pulled
up his pants.  June, ever the overly motherly one, dashed away and
returned with a wet cloth and wiped Gilbert's face and dried it.
"Maybe you should drive him home, Ward?"

"I'll take him home, Mr. Cleaver." volunteered Alan.  He knew that if
that happened he would also be driven home and he would look like a
baby who couldn't take his punishment like a man.  "May we go now,
Mr. Cleaver."

"Yes, Alan, Gilbert and you may go.  Just be sure that you see him
home." 

"Yes, Sir."  Beaver and Alan led the crybaby to the door.  While
leading Gilbert home Alan realized that Gilbert's claims of being
constantly hit by his father must be greatly exaggerated.  Back in
their own room Wally and Beaver come to the same conclusion.

The End

(C) Copyright by A.I.L. December 29, 2000

Y.

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