After they arrived at Sharon's house, they decided to eat in the living room where they could spread out on the couch. Sharon got a bottle of wine from the kitchen and uncorked it while David grabbed a couple of wine glasses from the cabinet. David was starving from his swim workout. They each took a large slice of pizza and a glass of wine as they sat close together on the couch. David was excited that they had the whole weekend together. Now that they had the time, there was no need to rush into anything. He wasn't sure what Sharon might want to do tonight. But he was glad that they had a chance to relax. The week had been hectic. Both of them had the pressures of his paper and her project behind them now. It had been a strange week too. Their nights at the library this week had been very different than anything he had done before. So public and with a risk of getting caught although that risk was also why this week had been so exciting. Sharon had a similar feeling. While she was more adventurous that way than David was, she was thrilled that he had gone along. Not once had he refused one of her requests. Of course, she had made it worth his while, she hoped. Sharon thought that he ought to be up for anything now that she had made him wait all week.

After they finished as much of the pizza as they could eat, Sharon and David continued to relax on the sofa and drink wine. They were well into the second bottle. While David hadn't like drinking wine at first, he was more accustomed to it now. The flavor had grown on him and he got almost as much of a buzz from drinking it as he did from a couple of bourbon drinks. He was feeling looser by the minute. Sharon hadn't had as much to drink as he had. She made certain that his wine glass was always refilled. At this point, David had drunk almost a full bottle while Sharon had drunk only two full glasses. As a result, David went to the downstairs bathroom. When he returned, Sharon cuddled up close to him.

"David, I have a confession," Sharon said.

"Oh, what?, David replied.

"Last night, I broke our deal. I got off after I got home from the library," she answered, "Are you angry?"

"No, why should I be?", he said. David wasn't sure what to think. He didn't have a right to be angry since he had also cum last night. Should he tell Sharon? Before he could say anything more, Sharon spoke up, "Well, you should be. I was bad. I didn't keep my word. I deserve to be punished."

All David could think to say was "Oh". He was surprised. But then considering what had happened a week ago, he wasn't shocked.

Sharon went on, "Tell me again how you were punished by your father when you were older."

David first felt uncomfortable. Was he really going to repeat whatever he had already told her? He wasn't certain how many details he had mentioned last week. But the wine had made him loose and Sharon's question was weirdly exciting to him. He shifted on the couch slightly and said, "Um, well, if I was in trouble, I was told to go to my bedroom to wait for Dad to come. Sometimes he was already home. But usually he was at work and I had to wait for him to come home."

Sharon said, "I think that you told me that you had to undress, right?"

"Yeah, when my brothers and I were in trouble, we had to wait in our bedroom in our underpants," he replied.

"So you knew that if you were being sent to your room, that you had to strip down to your underwear only?", Sharon asked.

"Uh, yeah, that was the rule. And then we had to wait until Dad got home," he answered.

"And you had to wait how long for your Dad?," Sharon pressed.

David said, "It depended. If he was already home and he told me to go to my room, then maybe 30 minutes. Maybe less. I think that Dad wanted us to think about why we were in trouble first. If Dad wasn't home, then we waited for however long until he got home. Could be a couple of hours even. Or longer, maybe."

"So you are sitting in your bedroom in your underpants? Waiting for your Dad to come? Are you brothers there too?, she asked.

David replied, "If I was the only one in trouble, then yes. If more than one of us was in trouble, then I had company. If I wasn't in trouble, then I knew that I needed to be out of that room once Dad arrived home."

"Okay. And then what happened when your Dad arrived?, Sharon wanted to know.

"Um, he would come into our bedroom with his paddle. Or sometimes he had a belt instead," he replied.

"And then?", she asked.

"Dad would tell me to turn around and face the bed. I knew to drop my underwear all the way down and bend over the bed so that my hands were holding me up. And then he would paddle us or spank us," David said.

"How many times? What would happened next?", she pressed again.

"If we were getting paddled, then 3 to 5. With his belt, it would usually be more. Honestly, I don't know how many times. Although once he gave me what my brother claimed were 20 swats with his belt," David answered.

"What happened next?" Sharon asked.

"I usually got to pull my underpants up and was grounded to my room until supper time. Sometimes, I was grounded for the whole night," he replied.

"Ever had to stand in the corner when you were older?", she said with a faint smile.

"A couple of times, maybe. Usually not. That was a little kid thing when we were younger," David said.

"For that once or twice when you were older, were your underpants up or down in the corner?", Sharon came back.

"Uh, one time definitely down. The other time, I think that I was allowed to pull them back up," David said with a blush. He was still really loose-tongued. And this subject was embarrassing and exciting at the same time.

"How old were you those two times in the corner?, she asked.

"About 12 and 14, I guess," he replied.

"Which was which?", Sharon pressed some more, "Which age were you with your underpants down and which time were they up?"

David answered, Uh, I was about 12 when they were up and probably 14 when they were down, I think."

"14 seems kind of old to be in the corner bare butt, isn't it?," Sharon offered.

"Yeah, but I was really in trouble that time. Our Dad was pissed at me. And so that was the way it was, I guess," David stammered.

There was silence for a minute. Sharon seemed to be lost in thought. David didn't know what to say next so he kept quiet. Finally, Sharon said, "I think that my brothers were spanked kind of like that too. Definitely bare. Not sure if they were only in their underwear before getting spanked or whether they were completely bare the whole time. I was spanked bare butt over my Dad's lap that last time when I was 13. But my brothers were spanked for years after that. Now I feel like I got off easy compared to them. As a teen, I was grounded to my room but not spanked after 13. They got both grounded and spanked even into high school."

David couldn't think of anything to say so he just replied, "Oh." Although he guessed that her Dad and his Dad must have been similar in how they handled the boys.

"So here's what we need to do. You need to punish me for not keeping my promise about not cumming. And we need to do it the way that you were punished at home," Sharon said.

David was getting aroused by this talk. But he didn't know what to say.

Then Sharon added, "And I have something to make this realistic." David wondered what that could possibly be. Sharon went upstairs to her bedroom and returned a couple of minutes later with something in her hand. The house was dim in the limited evening light. At first David couldn't tell what Sharon had in her hand until she got closer. Then he saw it. She had a paddle. It looked like a standard school type paddle. Definitely wood. About 2 feet long. Maybe 5 or 6 inches wide. It looked like the real thing.

"This is my Dad's paddle. The one that he used on my brothers," Sharon announced.

"Where did you get that?", David asked, although he thought that he already had a good idea.

"From home. Last weekend, It was hanging in the hall closet, behind the coats," she said. Very matter of factly. As though it was the most natural thing for her to have brought back to college.

"Won't your Dad notice that it is gone?", David asked, although he wasn't sure why he was so interested. His Dad probably still had his paddle at home but David hadn't noticed it lately. The paddle had usually hung on a nail in the garage where almost anyone could see it. But then his Dad had moved it inside to a closet too. The last time that David had seen the paddle, it had given him a strange chill to remember how it had been used on him.

"Okay, now you have what you need to punish me correctly, right? Just like my brothers and you got punished. So, tell me to go to my room and strip down to my panties. And wait down here however long you want. Then come up and give me a hard paddling. At least three hard swats. Remember I deserve this," Sharon proposed.

David looked at her in the nearly dark living room and nodded. Sharon had turned only a couple of lamps on in the house. One lamp at the top of the stairs and one in the dining room. Everything else was indistinct.

"Say it," Sharon said.

"Okay, go to your room now. And you know what to do," he replied. Which is closer to what his Dad might have said. His brothers and he knew what they had to do if sent to their room to await a spanking. How did they know that? Must have been told that by their Dad whenever he took over all of the spankings when each of them were old enough. Or maybe David had learned that from his older brother. He couldn't remember now how he learned what to do if he was in trouble. It wasn't that much different than being spanked when he was younger although most of those times it was just jeans and briefs down and being spanked on the spot.

Sharon left the paddle on the couch and walked up the stairs. David watched her closely. She was really doing this. Once he heard her bedroom door close, he looked down at the paddle. He picked it up. It felt heavy in his hand. It was weird to be holding her Dad's paddle and thinking that it had been used to spank Sharon's brothers. He might have felt the same way holding his own Dad's paddle. And he was thinking about how many times he had been paddled. But now Sharon was asking him to do something that he hadn't done before. Sure, she had gotten him to spank her with a hairbrush last week. But this seemed totally different. He thought that Sharon had no idea how much force a paddle swat had compared to the sting of a hairbrush. But then he remembered that when she had spanked him over her knee with the same hairbrush, that hairbrush had a lot of sting to it that built up over 20 swats. But still, a paddle? There was a reason why schools and his Dad used a paddle. More force per swat. Three swats in school were usually enough to feel that he had been sufficiently punished for any misbehavior. Although three swats was almost always the minimum. More swats were allowed if a coach or principal thought that more were needed.

David sat back on the couch and laid the paddle down beside him. Would he do this? Sharon was insisting, sure. And his psychology professor had said last week that spanking is a ritualized punishment in which the person being punished and the person doing the punished have agreed. "What was the agreement again?", David tried to think. And then he remembered what he thought that the professor had said. There was an agreement by the person to be punished. That the punishment was appropriate. That the punishment was not permanently harmful and didn't cause a permanent injury. And that the person to be punished accepted that the other person had the authority to punish.

David wondered if that really made sense. After all, as a kid, he had never thought of having agreed to be spanked at school or by his Dad or Mom at home. But he had followed the rules. And the rule was that the school had the right to paddle kids and that parents had the right to spank them too. The whole bending over in the school hallway or over a bench in the locker room and presenting one's butt to be spanked was the ritual part. Same thing at home. Going over a parent's lap. Dropping his jeans and underwear. Or undressing to be paddled at home when he was older. Bending over the bed. Going in the corner as a kid or those two times when he was older. David thought back over the times that he had been padded by his Dad at home. They had moved around a lot since his Dad was in the military. Different houses. Some on the bases. Some close by the bases later. Mostly single story houses on base at first. Then a couple of larger two-story houses later. Including the one that he had spent most of his teen years in. Where his parents still lived. The two-story houses had different memories. In those houses, David could sometimes hear his Dad walking up the stairs to the bedroom. Then the bedroom door would open. And his Dad would be standing there with his paddle. Time for David to stand up and face him. David wasn't shy about being seen in his briefs by his Dad. But he felt vulnerable to know that he was about to have to drop his underwear and bend over and get paddled hard.

David hadn't looked at a clock when Sharon had gone upstairs. But he tell by the faded light outside that enough time had probably passed. At least 20 minutes. Maybe longer. He wasn't sure how long Sharon would have wanted to wait. When he had been at home, the waiting had been hard. Part of the punishment ritual probably. Waiting to be punished when he preferred to get it over with. With his brothers knowing what was going to happen to him, the time waiting affected them too. David remembered that if one of his brothers was in trouble and was waiting in their room for their Dad, David felt tension and excitement at the same time. There was always the light fear that maybe someone who was not in trouble might get into trouble and their parents would already be in the mood to spank someone else, just in case. David remembered that the mood at home seemed to change when one of his brothers was in trouble. The mood only lightened once whomever was in trouble got spanked and Dad had returned his paddle to the garage or closet or wherever he put it. Dinner time would be really quiet if one of David's brothers had been spanked and was grounded to their room. There was always the worry that his Mom or Dad might remember that someone else needed a spanking. Although David couldn't recall that ever happening that way.

It was dark outside now. The house was now very dimly lit by the two lamps. David wondered if Sharon had turned on a lamp in her room and guessed that she had. Or would she think that sitting in the dark and waiting would have been the way it had been for her brothers or David? When David had been sent to his room and it was dark, he always turned on a lamp. There wasn't any point in sitting in the dark to wait for his Dad. And his Dad would have turned on a lamp anyway if the room had been dark.

David picked up the paddle. He gave it a couple of swatting waves to see how it felt in his hand. It definitely felt weird. Would he do this?