Sic Semper Tyrannis ! Vol. 24 — Spanked Teen

Phil arrived in a few minutes; and lest I should wonder why he'd come, had brought a paddle along. It was fairly thin, meant to sting, rather than “blister,” i.e., leave bruises.

That led to the obvious question - and so I asked it - “What are you spanking me for?”

Bill came back with, “Have you gotten into any more mischief since I spanked you last week?”

Since Chris had cast me in the role of a smart-aleck kid, I tried responding, “Now, hold on a minute, guys - I know a trick question when I hear one. If I say, ‘No,' you'll say, ‘Then it obviously worked,' and give me another installment. If I say ‘Yes,' you'll say I need to be spanked for whatever I admit to having done. Heads you win, tails I lose.”

At that point Phil, who'd not yet joined the colloquy, grabbed my arm and said, “Sounds to me like you're a sassy brat! We've got ways of dealing with that!”

But I pulled loose from his grasp and protested, “Hey, leggo, already! I didn't say I wouldn't take it. I'm my Mom's dutiful son, and if you're her surrogate (that fancy term got a raised eyebrow - well, Bill said the guy was a school teacher, so maybe he'd think I as trying to impress him), then you've got the right. I'll submit without your manhandling me - since there's two of you, and only one of me - unless you just get a kick out of tossing helpless little kids around!”

I'd assumed that would get a rise out of him - and it did. He grabbed me more firmly, and said, “That just proves you're a sassy kid who needs to be taught a lesson!” And without saying more, he bent me across his knee - but I was standing on the floor, not lying prone across his lap - and gave me five fairly vigorous pops with the paddle.

Then he paused and ordered, “Maybe I'm not getting through to you - unfasten your jeans.”

I shot back, “And if I don't? Are you gonna rip ‘em off me, like a dirty old man?” But I did as I'd been told, he bent me back across his knee, yanked my jeans down to my knees, and gave me five more pops. They stung like crazy, but that was all.

Then he asked Bill, “OK - see how it's done? Now you try it.”

Sic Semper Tyrannis is a memoir about a time, not so long past, when men were free, religious values were taken seriously. and parents were allowed to pass on the cultural heritage to their children without governmental interference. As David Selznick remarked concerning the Antebellum South, "Look for it only in books, for it is no more than a dream remembered, a Civilization gone with the wind . . . "

This fictional account is the story of what might have been, had Christian parents possessed the courage of their convictions. It depicts the use of spanking and other types of physical correction, from the perspective of an adolescent boy.

Twelve year old Billy Martin has been suddenly uprooted from the only home he knows, in liberal Stockholm, and sent to live with his eighteen year old brother, Bob, who has recently joined an ultra-conservative religious group in Idaho.Billy, a high-spirited youth, has been allowed to run at loose ends for his entire life, and has never experienced discipline of any kind. He now finds himself in a vastly different world. Bob immediately sets about bringing his kid brother into line, and giving him the “Biblical discipline” that he, and the other sect members, consider essential to proper child rearing. Billy strives to come to grips with the new reality.

While the characters are wholly imaginary, the issues they confront are real, and threaten to undermine the very foundations of our civilization. This work does not contain any erotic material, but is a sobering assessment of today's child rearing practices in the United States and Western Europe.

This is the twenty-fourth volume of a more extensive saga, which traces the course of Billy and his friends as they struggle through the years of adolescence, and should be required reading for every adolescent boy, his parents, and all those who seek