Moon Glow
by Southern Belle
WARNING: This story contains non-sexual, disciplinary spanking.
Wade drove home with a smile on his face. The gospel sing at the volunteer fire
department had been a welcomed relief for his weary soul. He had old widow
Johnson to thank for the smile. It only took three songs and an ice cream cone
to let him steal a kiss. Yes, life was good.
Movement on the side of the road made him touch the brakes. The old man thought
he saw a deer step close to the road. At closer look, he saw that it was
actually two teenage boys. Not knowing if they were going to walk out in front
of him, or rob him, he slowed more but stayed alert. Both boys turned their
backs on the truck and mooned the shocked old driver.
For just a second, Wade was stunned, then mad set in. He pulled the truck to
the side of the road and jumped out, grabbing a switch from a nearby tree. The
boys were laughing with their backs turned when Wade walked up behind them. Fire
shot through Carl as the little branch struck the still bare backside.
Wade yelled "What is going on here?"
Alan's heart skipped a beat. He tried to adjust his jeans, but scared, clumsy
fingers made it impossible. Carl managed to run into the woods leaving Alan to
face the music alone.
Wade stormed closer to Alan yelling, "What are you doing out this late? And on
a school night! Do you think it's funny scaring people and showing off like
this?"
Alan was too stunned to answer. The sting of the switch brought a cry of pain
along with the realization of how much trouble he was in.
"What's your name, boy?" Wade asked.
"Alan, Sir," was the weak reply.
"Where do you live? I'm taking you home to your daddy." Wade had Alan by the arm
now and was dragging him to the truck.
"Fix your clothes and get in."
Alan obeyed as he prayed the old beat up truck would not start. The old man
crossed in front of the headlights and climbed in the driver's seat. Closing the
door as he asked again, in a much quieter voice, "Where do you live, son?"
"On Bay Drive, second house on left."
The truck motor and Alan's stomach turned over at the same time.
Daniel looked out the front window for what seemed like the hundredth time. He
had come in late from work and found the house empty. There was an empty notepad
by the phone that held no messages. The older man had repeatedly told the
younger one to leave a note telling where he was and when he would be home.
Alan had spent a good portion of last Saturday
writing lines saying just that.
Lights flashed into the living room as the truck turned into the driveway.
Daniel opened the door to see an old man in overalls get out and wait. The other
door slowly opened and a young man who looked very scared stepped around to the
front of the truck.
"Does this young man belong to you?" asked the old man.
"Yes, Sir, this is his home. Is there a problem?"
Alan hung his head as he stepped up to the porch. Waiting for one of them to
answer, Daniel raised his voice and asked again. "Is there a problem?"
"I found this boy on Wilson Road mooning passing drivers."
The word "boy" usually made Alan bristle. He was nineteen if anyone had bothered
to ask. Tonight he felt very much like a little boy about to be punished.
"Is this true, Alan?" Daniel could not believe what he had heard.
"Answer me," Daniel demanded.
"It was Carl's idea. He talked me into it."
"And you had to go along with him, couldn't say no."
Alan, still looking at the shadows the porch light made on the sidewalk, heard
the old man say, "I switched him once to get his attention, you want it?"
"Yes, thank you."
Daniel walked down the steps, noticing the wide-eyed surprise of Alan. As he
reached for the switch, he turned and said in a voice that meant business, "Wait
for me inside."
Alan had never been corrected or punished in front of anyone before. It
embarrassed him because the old man knew he would be spanked for this. When
Alan reached the top of the porch stairs, Daniel asked, "Is there something you
want to say to the gentleman?"
Alan turned around and looking straight at Wade replied, "I'm sorry, Sir, I
don't know why I did that. It will never happen again."
"I accept your apology, Alan. You are just lucky it was me that saw you instead
of a policeman."
"Yes, sir," he answered. Not able to meet Daniel's eyes, he turned and walked
across the wide porch to the open door.
"Don't be to hard on the boy," Wade said to Daniel, who was twirling the
innocent little tree branch. "I was young once and got into more mischief than
anyone else in the county. He is a polite young man and he knows he was wrong."
Offering his hand, the old man smiled. "Names Wade. I run the produce market on
the edge of town."
"Daniel Asher. Thank you for bringing Alan home." They shook hands and then Wade
climbed into the truck. "You two boys come by anytime," he called as the truck
backed out onto the street. Daniel waved then started toward the house. Throwing
the switch into the hedge, he took the stairs two at a time.
Alan was sitting in the den when Daniel came in. "Talk" was the only word Daniel
said.
"You were not home for dinner ...again...I was bored... Carl called...wanted to
have fun..." Alan was starting to get annoyed.
"Let me get this straight." Daniel held up a hand. "A friend calls you to go
out and have some fun, you leave the house without saying where you were going
because you were mad at me."
Alan nodded yes then added, "I still have a choice around here you know."
"We had this discussion before, Alan. When you choose to disobey me, your choice
is taken away." Daniel leaned into the doorway and watched for any kind of
reaction. Alan sat on the couch staring at his shoes while trying to find some
word that would magically change the situation he was in.
"Temptation is never what you think it will be." Daniel's voice was soft.
"Oh, Daniel! For crying out loud!" Alan yelled. "You sound like a Preacher!"
Alan knew immediately that his outburst was wrong. His stomach fell to his feet
and he sank back into the cushions. Daniel was in front of him in two steps and
lifted Alan to a standing position. With hard, swift smacks, Daniel spanked
him. Knowing the jeans would cushion the blows, Daniel made sure it hurt.
"Does spare the rod sound familiar to you little boy?" With this said, Daniel
lead Alan to a corner to think about the trouble he was in. Wiping the tears
from his eyes, Alan mumbled something but Daniel didn't catch the words.
Deciding to let it slide, he left the room. Twenty minutes later he returned to
check on the unhappy young man.
"Do you have anything to say?"
"It is Carl's fault."
"I do not want to hear that again. Where is he by the way?"
"He ran off when the old man grabbed me."
"I will find him tomorrow. Take off your jeans and come here." Alan was still
sore from the impromptu spanking but knew better than to hesitate. He slowly
pulled the protective barrier down and off. Standing beside Daniel now, he was
quickly pulled over his lap. He knew exactly what this punishment was for.
Without warm ups, a thundering hand dealt out a painful spanking. Daniel
lectured, yelled and threatened more punishment if this happened again. Alan
could not hear the words because he was begging for the spanking to end. He
cried, kicked, tried to turn, anything to make the pain go away, but Daniel held
him closer and continued. When Alan's upturned cheeks and thighs were the right
shade of red, Daniel stopped. He let Alan cry for a few
minutes then lifted him to a standing position. He stood there for a second
looking at Daniel as if his world had come to an end. It hurt Daniel to see the
look in Alan's eyes and to hear him cry. He held Alan close for several minutes
while the boy/man he had grown to love cried.
Daniel whispered, "Go get ready for bed."
"Yes, sir" was Alan's tearful reply.
When Alan came downstairs to say good night, he found Daniel sitting in the
large overstuffed rocker. Daniel held out his arms and was almost knocked
breathless by 130 pounds of teenager. Alan, the star soccer player in high
school, president of his class, and now a carpenter's apprentice, curled up on
Daniel's lap.
"You are grounded for a week."
"I was waiting for that," was Alans teasing reply.
"OW!"
A stinging swat landed on Alan's very sore bottom seconds before strong arms
held him close. With eyes closed, Alan put his head on Daniel's shoulder. They
sat and rocked in the large chair until sleep threatened to take them. Neither
one noticed the full moon shining through the living room window.
THE END