Bucci Neighborhood Spankings 6:
Andrew and Tricia’s Escapade

Saturday night into Sunday morning, August 2000.

Andrew Gallagher and Tricia Bucci are out on a date. They told their parents they were going to a friend’s house for a party before school started for the fall. The friend lives a 20-minute walk from home. The plan was for them to walk home together. Their curfew is 10:30 PM. It is now 11:15 PM and they still aren’t home.

Their parents are very worried because it is very uncharacteristic of either Andrew or Tricia to miss curfew. The parents had been calling each other’s home. When Mrs. Gallagher called the friends home and found out that the two had left with a barely known acquaintance at 10:20 PM who had offered them a ride home, the parents became frantic. Mr. Bucci and Mr. Gallagher decided to ride together in one car and look for them.

What the dads found was not destined to make Andrew or Tricia very happy. What the kids didn’t know was that the two dad’s had been talking earlier in the day about child rearing in general and spanking in particular. Early in their search for their children they had decided that if the kids were safe but had been engaging in any inappropriate activity they were going to get their ‘butts tanned but good’.

The Bucci children were regularly spanked for their misbehavior. The Gallagher children never had been – Mr. Gallagher believed in it but his wife simply didn’t. Just that afternoon, the Gallaghers had made the decision to start spanking their children if their behavior warranted it. They had been discussing it for years and Mrs. Gallagher was finally convinced that their two youngest, Jimmy and Danielle, were getting out of control and that spanking would set them back on the right path.

The dads had traced the route twice and not seen Andrew or Tricia. They had stopped at the party house and were dismayed to find smoking and drinking going on and the parents of the ‘friend’ were not home. On a side street they noticed a police car with its flashing lights on behind another car that had obviously been stopped for a traffic violation. They decided to stop and ask the police officers if they had seen the missing children.

It turned out the police officers had. In fact, Andrew and Tricia were still sitting in the back seat of the pulled over vehicle. The vehicle’s driver was in handcuffs in the back seat of the police cruiser. It seems the driver had been driving erratically and when the police officers saw it they pulled him over. His breath analyzer test was 0.025, below the legal limit for a drunk driving charge but because he was underage he was being arrested on that charge.

Mr. Gallagher knew one of the police officers from their church and since there was no evidence that Andrew and Tricia had committed any crimes the police officers agreed to release them to their fathers.

No one said a word on the drive back home. Mr. Bucci and Mr. Gallagher just gave each other a knowing look. When they got to the Bucci’s home, Mr. Bucci and Tricia got out of the car and walked silently inside the house. Mr. Gallagher drove the two doors down to their home and parked the car in the attached garage.

As Mr. Gallagher and Andrew got out of their car, Mr. Gallagher said. “Let’s have a seat in the kitchen and we’ll talk.”

“Well Andrew, what do you have to say for yourself?”

“Nothing really dad. I’m sorry we are late. Tricia and I weren’t drinking though, you don’t have to worry about that.” Andrew answered.

“Was there drinking going on at the party?”

“Yes dad.”

“And smoking too?”

“Yes dad.”

“Their parents weren’t home were they?”

“No dad.”

“Why were you in that person’s car?”

“Well we were having such a good time that we didn’t want to leave. We knew we had to be home by 10:30 and when he offered to give us a ride, we figured that would let us stay longer at the party.”

“Did you know he had been drinking?”

Andrew didn’t reply. He just looked down at the table.

“Answer me Andrew.”

“Well, we knew he wasn’t drunk.”

“Andrew, I am very surprised and disappointed in you. You know the rules about unsupervised parties, smoking and drinking and especially about getting in a car with someone who has been drinking. Not only did you use poor judgment that could have resulted in your being arrested but you could have been injured or even killed – worse too you even put Tricia in danger!”

“I am sorry dad.”

“Well sorry isn’t going to be enough tonight. You are going to face some severe consequences for your behavior. So is Tricia, in fact she is probably feeling her consequences as we speak.” Tricia wasn’t feeling them yet but Mr. Gallagher didn’t know that, he figured Mr. Bucci had a five minute head start on him.

“What do you mean dad?” Andrew asked. He knew that when his dad said Tricia was feeling her consequences he meant that she was probably getting spanked but what could that mean to him, his parents didn’t spank?

“I mean your mother and I have decided to start spanking if one of the kids misbehave. Quite honestly, we figured Jimmy and Danielle would be the ones getting spanked not you but you pulled a big one tonight.”

“But dad, I am too old.” Andrew protested, not really believing what he just heard.

“You are not too old and you know it. You are the same age as Tricia and her father is spanking her right now. Besides it is not up to you and it is not up for discussion. Now we are going to take a little trip downstairs into the workshop where you are going to get your first spanking. Let’s go.” Mr. Bucci commanded.

In a daze of unbelief, Andrew followed his father down into the workshop. He watched silently as his father placed a sawhorse in the middle of the room. When his father told him to go into the playroom and bring back a throw pillow, he did as he was told having no idea what for.

Mr. Gallagher rummaged around in a few old boxes and came up with an old leather belt. “This is the belt your grandfather used on me when I misbehaved. It was his from when he was in the army. I am sure it still has some sting in it.”

Things were starting to sink into Andrew’s consciousness now and he was starting to feel sick to his stomach with fear. His father’s next words really got his attention.

“Andrew, I want you to remove all of your clothes. Normally I would just have you drop your pants but I want you to fully appreciate the seriousness of your misbehavior so you never repeat it. You can fold them and place them on the workbench.”

“But dad…”

“No buts about it Andrew or it will only get worse for you. Do it NOW.”

Slowly and mechanically Andrew undressed. He couldn’t believe what was going to happen to him. He thought of Brittany’s spanking that he had watched last night and he knew this was going to be much worse. He thought of the story about Katie getting it with the belt and he knew his spanking would be more like that. How much it could hurt he had no idea.

When Andrew was completely naked, he felt so humiliated and exposed. It wasn’t the same as when his dad had seen him naked at other times like when they were camping and the whole family was together in a small tent. His father had placed the pillow over the sawhorse and told him to bend right over it.

Andrew did as he was told. Mr. Gallagher pushed his legs farther apart and told Andrew to grab onto his ankles and to hang on. He said that the pain would be far worse than anything he had ever felt before but that he deserved it for putting himself and Tricia in danger.

Mr. Gallagher had never spanked his children but he had been spanked as a child so he knew what he was doing. Without further ado he stepped behind and to the side of his bent over son, wrapped the belt a few time around his hand, took a good back swing and brought the belt down hard and fast across Andrew’s exposed bottom cheeks.

Andrew heard the swish of the belt and the loud crack as it landed on his rear-end. He felt nothing for a moment and even had time to think that his dad missed when fire exploded on his backside. He let out a loud cry as he felt the worst pain he had ever felt in all of his sixteen years.

Before the pain fully registered in Andrew’s mind Mr. Gallagher swung the belt again and landed it hard just below the first strike. Andrew cried out again and Mr. Gallagher struck a third hard blow, this time covering the tops of the thighs. Andrew screamed in pain.

Mr. Gallagher paused a moment and said to his son. “Andrew I am just getting started. You are not to move out of position or to cover your bottom with your hands. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, daddy.” Andrew whimpered.

“If you don’t think you can take the punishment, I want you to ask me now to tie you down. I will not tolerate you trying to avoid the punishment you have coming.” Mr. Gallagher said.

Andrew’s breaths were already coming in gasps but his mind was still clear enough to think. What he thought about was that Tricia had never said anything about having to get tied down for a spanking, she said she wanted to struggle sometimes but he felt that if she could take her punishment he should be able to do the same. “No daddy, I will take the punishment. I know what we did was wrong.”

Mr. Gallagher wasted no time. He swung the belt again and again. All strokes were hard and fast landing on Andrew’s bottom and thighs. Andrew screamed and cried but he stayed in position bent over the sawhorse. When Mr. Gallagher finished, Andrew had dark red and purple welts from the top of his bottom to the middle of his thighs.

Mr. Gallagher lifted his son from the sawhorse but Andrew was too weak to stand so he lowered him to the floor. He knelt down and cradled his son to him. He told him he loved him but to never do anything that would earn him that kind of punishment again. Andrew held onto his father but just cried and cried.

After a few minutes, Mr. Gallagher got up and told his son that when he was ready he should get up and go to bed. Mr. Gallagher left the workshop with Andrew curled in a ball on the floor, still crying.
 

Meanwhile at the Bucci home

Tricia didn’t say anything as she and her father entered their house. She didn’t think she needed to; she just headed directly for the den. Her father followed her. She knew she was going to get the worst spanking of her life.

When they got to the den, Tricia was the first to speak. “Daddy I’m sorry. I know what I did was wrong. It was all my fault too. As soon as we got there and saw that there was drinking going on, Andrew wanted to leave but I wouldn’t let him. I know we should have left or at least called you to come and get us but I didn’t want to look bad in front of my schoolmates. It was stupid, I know I deserve to be punished.”

Her father answered her. “I am glad you are being so forthright and honest with me. That makes me feel a little better but I am still very disappointed in your behavior. You knew better and yet you still acted the way you did. You will be punished but not tonight. Your sisters and brother are upstairs sleeping and I don’t want your yelling waking them up. We will deal with this first thing tomorrow morning. You go right to bed, set your alarm for 7 AM, I will see you then.”

Tricia was at a loss for words. A punishment had never been put off because someone was sleeping before – she remembered getting woken up more than once by Katie’s crying. This could only mean that she was due for something drastic and that thought worried her. She knew she would be feeling the belt in the morning.

Tricia didn’t think she would be sleeping because of the thoughts of previous spankings going through her head; the worst was the memory of the color of Kate’s bottom after she got it with the belt. But the next thing she knew her alarm was going off. Two minutes later her father came in her room. He told her to take a shower and brush her teeth, to not bother getting dressed but to meet him in the den in 20 minutes.

Tricia knew her bottom was going to be sore for days. She wasted no time in doing what she was told. She was still slightly wet when she entered the den wearing nothing but her summer bathrobe at exactly 7:17AM. Her father was sitting at his desk reading the Sunday paper. Tricia gasped when she saw the paddle AND the belt out on the desk.

Mr. Bucci looked up at his daughter as she entered the room. He said, “Tricia, I don’t think I have to give you a lecture at all. You know what you did was wrong and that you deserve to be punished. You said so yourself last night. I hope you also know that you are dearly loved and that I am going to punish you because I love you. I don’t want you to ever knowingly make such a poor decision again. I want you to understand that all poor decisions carry negative consequences – you are lucky that the worst that is going to come out of this is that you are going to get spanked very hard and your bottom is going to be extremely sore. The consequences could have been much worse.”

Tricia nodded and whispered, “I know daddy. I’m sorry.”

Mr. Bucci stood up, walked to the door and closed it. Then he sat down on the couch and signaled Tricia to stand in front of him. When she got there he had her drape herself over his left leg with her head and chest on the couch and her feet still on the floor. He flipped the back of her bathrobe up over her back exposing her bottom. He didn’t bother locking her legs with his as he knew this was just going to be the warm up phase of her spanking. He did tell Tricia to spread her legs apart a little more, which she did immediately.

The air felt cool on Tricia’s still slightly damp bottom when her bathrobe was flipped up. She was fairly comfortable lying across her daddy’s lap like this but she knew the comfort wouldn’t last long. She felt her dad rest his hand in the middle of her bottom as he often did right before and right after she was spanked. Knowing that this was going to be a bad spanking, she was glad for that little routine as it put her mind at ease a little. He rubbed his hand in a little circle on her bottom and asked her if she was ready for her spanking to begin. When she answered yes, he looked at his wristwatch, raised his hand and brought it down sharply across both cheeks right at their roundest point.

Mr. Bucci started the spanking with crisp, sharp hand spanks to Tricia’s bare bottom. He made a point of smacking every part of her bottom not concentrating on any one area. He spanked her thighs and inner thighs and he spread apart her bottom cheeks and spanked the inner portions of her cheeks as well. This part of the spanking wasn’t hard or long and Tricia hadn’t cried out at all, in fact, she was barely whimpering. When he stopped her rear-end was an even shade of pink from top to bottom.

Tricia was made to stand up and when her father told her to remove her bathrobe completely she was a little embarrassed but she complied. She was told to get the paddle from the desk. She brought it back and gave it to her father handle end first.

For the next phase of the spanking Tricia was made to lie across her father’s lap with her legs and chest supported by the sofa. Her bottom was slightly propped up right in the center of her father’s lap. Mr. Bucci settled her into position. He wrapped his left arm over her back and held her hip in his hand holding her firmly in position.

His right hand held the paddle and he rested it momentarily on her bottom marking his target. He raised his hand and brought the paddle sharply down on Tricia’s poor bottom. Although she knew it was coming, the pain made her cry out in a yelp. Tricia knew the real spanking had started.

Mr. Bucci rested the paddle on Tricia’s bottom between each smack and marked his target area. He started at the very top of her rear and moved down about ½ inch with each stroke allowing for a good deal of overlap (the paddle was about 3 inches wide). When he reached the middle of her thighs he started back at the top and did it over and over again. He wasn’t paddling hard, in fact he wasn’t really swinging the paddle much at all, he was mostly just letting the weight of the paddle do the work. Each individual spank wasn’t very painful but he knew the constant repetition would build a tremendous sting in Tricia’s bottom.

Tricia was crying for real now as the pain had become too much for her to hold back. With each smack she let out a louder yell and her legs kicked up a little. She had learned over the years not squirm too much or to reach back and cover her bottom. She already had been spanked longer and harder than she ever had before. The pain was unbelievable, she didn’t know how she could stand any more but her dad just kept spanking and spanking. She was hoping for any kind of relief from the constant increase in the burning on her bottom.

Through her tears and pain she suddenly realized that her father was talking to someone and that he had stopped spanking her. Thank Goodness! Her mother had come into the room. She was going to be rescued.

“I’m sorry Steven.” Her mother was saying. “I didn’t want to interrupt but I am going to make waffles and wanted to make sure yours were hot. I was wondering about how much longer you were going to be?”

When Tricia heard her father’s reply she burst into a fresh round of tears. “That’s OK Amanda. Give me another few minutes. I was just finishing up with her over my knee and was going to have her bend over the chair for the belt. In fact would you help me get her up and over please, I think she will need the support.”

Tricia’s mom and dad helped her up and half dragged her to the back of the lounge chair. She was so out of sorts from her crying and the pain in her bottom that she could barely moved. Tricia lay limply over the back of the chair.

Her mother bent over, held Tricia’s face in her hands and kissed her. “I know this is a severe spanking Tricia but you deserve every stroke you are getting. We love you.” Amanda then stood up and said to her husband. “Strap her hard and make it hurt! Call me if you need me. I’ll have hot coffee and waffles waiting for you.” She then turned and left the den closing the door behind her. Tricia knew all hope of a motherly rescue was gone.

Mr. Bucci took hold of his daughter’s ankles and moved them apart more, and then he turned her feet so her toes were pointed together. Tricia didn’t resist at all; in fact, she barely knew anything was happening.

Tricia’s throat was sore from crying. Her eyes were swollen and puffy. Her nose was completely clogged. Her face was all wet from tears and her hair was totally disheveled. The fire in her bottom was unbelievable; she thought she couldn’t possibly hurt any more than she already did. She was in for a very unpleasant surprise.

Mr. Bucci picked up the belt from his desk. He measured it for length and wrapped it partially around his hand. He stood behind his daughter and took careful aim. His first stroke landed right where he wanted, well up on Tricia’s thigh at its very top, the tip of the belt wrapping around her thigh and striking the inner portion.

Tricia screamed in pain and surprise. Her father changed his position slightly, took careful aim and struck her other thigh in the exact same way. The strike of the belt made a loud crack as it landed – the sound was matched by a scream from Tricia.

Mr. Bucci changed the angle of his swing again, he took careful aim and brought the belt up directly between Tricia’s thighs striking the underneath portion of her bottom. The belt cracked and Tricia screamed, consumed with pain.

The next three strokes that Mr. Bucci laid on were directly across Tricia’s bottom with him standing to her left side. Then he gave her three across her bottom with him standing to her left side. Then Mr. Bucci settled into a rythim, first the inner portion of one thigh, then the other, then the underneath portion of her bottom, then strokes across her bottom. He made this rotation three times, giving Tricia a total of 27 straps with the belt.

Tricia screamed and screamed. She was beyond simple crying. All she knew was that she was in terrible pain. She couldn’t really even tell what part of her hurt anymore. All she knew was that she hurt and she wanted desperately for it to end. Finally it did but she couldn’t tell.

Tricia was no longer in control of her body. It was as though her nerves and muscles had shut down because of the pain that she was in. Her buttocks were actually twitching uncontrollably from the pain they were in.

She looked like a limp rag doll that an unconcerned child had thrown across the back of the chair. The only difference was that this rag doll was whimpering hysterically, was totally naked and had a bottom that was a reddish purple color.

Her father had stopped and had put the belt down. He checked his wristwatch again and saw that the spanking had lasted all of four minutes – he knew that to Tricia it felt like much longer.

He left Tricia across the chair and examined her. She was well marked, bruised would be a better word, from the middle of her thighs to the very top of her bottom. He had been very careful not to strike her back or her privates and he had been successful at that. All of the spanks had landed where they would cause Tricia the pain that he wanted but would not cause any lasting damage. He felt her bottom with his hand and was surprised at the heat that his spanking had generated. He had felt a few warmed bottoms in his day but Tricia’s was very nearly hot to the touch.

He let Tricia cry herself out some more, and then he lifted her up off the chair. They immediately hugged each other very tightly. Mr. Bucci couldn’t help but think how embarrassed all of his daughters get when they are bared for a spanking even if all he did was flip up their bathrobe in the back but how after the spanking they didn’t care if they were totally naked.

Tricia burst into a fresh torrent of tears and said. “Oh daddy, I am so sorry for what I did. Please forgive me. I promise I will never do anything like that again. I love you so much. I am very sorry I disappointed you.”

“Ssshhh Tricia, it’s OK. I love you too. All is forgiven. I know you will never do anything like that again.”

They held each other for a few more minutes. Her father helped her put her robe back on and walked her to the bathroom to get straightened up.

Tricia’s father said. “When you are ready come and have breakfast but I guess you will be eating waffles standing up.”

They both laughed at Tricia’s reply. “That’s OK, my bottom feels like the waffles do when they are in the hot waffle iron!”
 

The End