The Cornerstool Caper
By Dr. Discipline
Tuesday November 28, 2778
I danced a silent jig back to my room.
It was after 1 AM and I had just made it to the bathroom without wetting the bed for the first time in nearly six months. I was the happiest little boy in the universe at this moment. Nothing could bring me down.
I crawled back into my bed, pulled the covers up and fell back asleep smiling so much I must have looked like a Cheshire cat.
When mom came to wake me up that morning I gave her a big hug and told her about my getting up last night. I was so excited and happy. Mom gave me a hug back and congratulated me before helping me to get dressed. I stayed in my room and played for a little until I was called down.
I trotted down the stairs happily. Mom stood in the living room with dad. They didn't look happy.
"What's up?" I asked.
Mom and dad were standing together. When they parted I could see the cornerstool. Or rather what was left of it. The cornerstool's points had been worn down to mere bumps. There was a considerable pile of sawdust on the floor all around the stool.
I looked for a long moment and began to smile as my prayers were answered. The cornerstool was gone. I bid a silent farewell to the stool. I wouldn't miss it.
Mom and dad were looking at me. "Did you do this?" dad asked.
My smile quickly faded and I shook my head. I looked back to see Jessica standing near the wall looking scared. She simply looked at our parents with tearful eyes.
"Well we have a problem" mom said. "We have a destroyed cornerstool and no one to admit to destroying it."
"But mom" I protested. "I didn't do it-"
Mom cut me off. "Enough! You admitted to being up last night. You were the only one that was up last night. That is more than enough evidence for me to convict you."
I started crying at the word 'convict'. I was in trouble and I didn't even do anything!
"Mom, please. I didn't do it, I swear!" I was in tears.
"Quiet! Your word is worthless. You are a penitatas. That means you are guilty until proven innocent. You and Jessica are going to get spanked."
I sniffled and looked down at the floor. There was nothing I could do. My parents were perfectly within their right to spank me. I watched horrified as mom brought the large wooden spoon from the kitchen and gave it to dad. He grabbed Jessica by the arm and pulled her towards the couch.
Mom walked towards me and pulled me to the chair as dad was sitting down on the couch and baring Jessica's bottom. Mom started undressing me and quickly flipped me over her knees. I immediately put my hand back to protect my bottom and started to squirm around.
Mom simply pinned my wrist at the small of my back and put her leg over my knees to prevent me from kicking or squirming. I looked as she picked up her dark oak hairbrush off the table next to her. I heard a very loud crack and Jessica screaming. I looked over to see dad spanking Jessica hard and fast with the terrible spoon.
A moment later I felt the brush crack my bare bum. I arched my back and tried my hardest to fight my way out from under the punishing smacks. I was unsuccessful. My bum quickly became hotter and hotter to the point of being intolerable. My bum felt like it had been stung by a thousand angry bees!
I was bawling and screaming that I never wrecked the stool, but I was being ignored. I was totally helpless to avoid my spanking and finally resigned myself to that fact. I simply lay over mom's lap as she spanked me.
After about 10 minutes of solid spanking with the brush, mom stood me up on my shaky legs. Jessica was already standing and we were told to go to the other parent. I slowly made my way over to dad as Jessica passed me and stood next to mom.
Dad reached out and quickly yanked me over his knees. He pinned my wrist before raising the spoon and bringing it down very hard on my already well punished bottom.
Dad's spanking brought new meaning to the word pain. I screamed like a banshee in heat as the spoon mercilessly pounded my tender bottom. After just a couple of minutes dad started to spank me on the thighs with the spoon.
I felt like I was going to be sick. This spanking was the worst I had experienced to date. My bottom and thighs were on fire and I knew I wouldn't be sitting comfortably for a long time.
Finally, after about 10 torturous minutes of spanking with the spoon, dad stopped and carried me to the corner and sat me on one of the hard wooden kitchen chairs. He put my hands on my head and left without saying a word. I could see Jessica being sat on another chair in the opposite corner. Her bottom was a very angry red and had several bruises.
After about an hour on the stools mom ordered us over to her. She handed us each a pair of level 3 III punishment underwear and told us to put them on. I winced as I felt the first of many 'stingers' in my bottom. We each got five swats with the paddle and were told to go back to our corners.
After an agonising two hours of corner time wearing level III bee-reifs mom let Jessica and me out for lunch. We had to sit at the table still wearing our punishment underwear. We ate our plates of vrachnia in record time. We were told that right after lunch we would be put down for our naps. We both longed to be off the hard stools.
Mom walked up both up the stairs and put us in our beds for naptime. Mom quickly tucked me in and walked out and closed the door behind her. I cried to myself a bit and talked to myself.
"How unfair. I didn't do anything wrong. I got punished for something I didn't even do!" I got madder and madder as I thought about it. "Frigging stupid penitatas system." I flung Ted across the room. "Guilty until proven innocent! What is this? Nineteenth century France?"
I continued my fit silently for some time until I had cried myself to sleep.
