I groaned as I saw the number on my phone. “Hello Officer Henderson. What did Jimmy do this time?”
“He was teasing the cocksluts on Maarten Avenue and throwing water balloons at them.”
My face goes red, “This is the fifth time he’s been in trouble! I could tolerate the graffiti, but then pissing on sex store windows, stealing porno videos….The fines didn’t phase him, a night jail didn’t do anything…what are we gonna do with Jimmy, Officer?”
“Weeeeell,” he says, “I’m thinking that boy needs a good hard spanking then made to stand in the corner so everyone else in the office can see his red ass.”
“An old-fashioned punishment! I think that just might work. I haven’t been able to spank him in a long time since he’s a lot stronger than me now. Do record it for me will you?”
“Of course. As Jimmy’s father, you can have as many copies as you want.”
“Thank you Officer.”
Jimmy was all spit and fire and puffed up bravado as the cop led him into the back room. Another cop came in and helped get Jimmy over Officer Henderson’s lap.
“Hey…hey what are you doing? Let me go! Get these handcuffs off me! This is harassment!”
“No Jimmy, this is punishment. You’re going to learn your lesson before you end up on the sex offender list or in prison. Officer Kubrick, remove his pants.”
Jimmy put up a good fight, but was no match for a brick wall of a cop used to wrestling men high on PCP into his car. Soon Jimmy was naked from the waist down, his cock pressed into Henderson’s lap. Officer Kubrick threw the pants over a chair, hit the record button on the VCR, and left.
“What are you going to do to me? This is illegal! Help, rape! Rape!”
“Shut up Jimmy, this is just a spanking.” Henderson brought an open palm hand down on the back of his ass.
“Ow! Stop! You can’t spank me! I’m an adult! Let me go!”
He got two more slaps in each cheek. By number 7 the threats had stopped; he was wiggling and trying hard to escape, “Please stop! No more no more! It hurts!”
“Oh not so brave now are you? Can’t even take a spanking like a man? You’re getting 20 and you are going to take it.”
Officer Henderson was delighted to hear a whimper. By 12, Jimmy was tearfully trying to bargain with his captor to stop if he’d be good. Henderson didn’t stop though, he was relentless in driving home a hard-learned lesson. Crack!
“Ow!” he yelped.
Crack!
“OOoooww!” he wailed.
Crack! This one was on the back of his thighs.
Jimmy’s body shuddered and he began to cry, humiliated to have been broken down so quickly.
Office Henderson massaged his glowing ass, proud of his work. Pink was a nice color on his pale skin.
“Sshh shh… it’s alright, Jimmy. Just means the punishment is working. Good boy. You got five more left.”
“Please no more!” he sobbed, struggling against the handcuffs.
“You still have five more. Just relax.”
Officer Henderson delivered the rest of the spanking with punctuated precision: two on his upper posterior, two right on tender flesh, and one full smack across both cheeks. Jimmy’s body and legs jerked and danced in reaction to each strike. He was keening like a dying wolf at the end of it.
“Oh don’t be such a baby. You’re all done. You’re ass is nice and hot, but you took it. You’re a good boy now aren’t you?”
Jimmy didn’t answer, his chest just heaved.
Officer Kubrick came back in the room and pulled Jimmy up by the handcuffs. “Well, look at that. Nice and pliable now. Ehe boy your face is red as your ass.” As the Officer grabbed JImmy’s pants, he nodded in approval at his fellow cop.
Office Henderson shook his hand with a wince, “Man I need to get some ice on this thing.” He was about to stand up when he noticed a milky white spot on his pants. “Is that… ” he glanced up at his captive who was sporting half an erection. “Oh Jimmy, that must have been so humiliating for you.”
Jimmy refused to look at him, still sniffling, snot under his nose, “I hate you.”
“Good, that means you won’t want to come back here any time soon! Take him to a holding cell so we can keep an eye on him from the office, and call his dad to come pick him up.”
Office Kubrick nodded and dragged the boy back into the public space. Office Henderson watched him go then went to go find some ice for his stinging hand. Sometimes the best route for a boy’s re-education is painful for both.