A theatre play
A suburban living room. It is the present. It is nearly Christmas so there could be a tree or decorations to show this. What furniture there is can be at the discretion of the theatre depending on what is available, but it must that it is the modern day the furniture etc (e.g. flat screen TV). There must at least be a couch and a set of drawers (possibly a sideboard). A Table / Smart phone and a wooden paddle are the only two essential props.
NATE: A 19-year-old university student. Dressed in jeans and a top. He wears colourful underpants.
DAD: In his late forties / early fifties. He is dressed casually for a day spent at home.
MUM: Roughly same age as DAD and also dressed for a day at home
Curtain rises showing MUM and DAD in the living room. DAD is holding a Tablet. MUM stands close by watching him read from the screen
DAD (Peering into Tablet). I’m into Nate’s exam results here. (face drops) Jeez, look at this. Five subjects. One’s an F. That’s fail. Nothing higher than a D. They’re worse than the midterms.
MUM. (Looking over his shoulder). What are we paying all this money for to send him to university? What a waste.
DAD. (Anger showing in his face) We told him. Back in October. This is just not good enough.
MUM. It can’t go on like this. This is too bad. What’s he doing? Too much time in the bar, not enough in the library.
DAD. I know what he needs. (Pauses) I did warn him.
MUM. But he’s eighteen (let’s the sentence trail off)
DAD. That’s not too old.
DAD. It’s what got him through his A-levels. Remember? He failed his mocks. He soon bucked up his ideas after that. Did quite well in the end. Good enough to get to university.
MUM. Yes, that’s true. Will it work again?
DAD. I don’t see why not. He just needs a wake up call. It worked before. It’ll work again.
MUM. (Showing doubt) Well ….
DAD. Just a bit of maintenance. Put him back on the straight and narrow. To remind him that we’re keeping an eye on him.
MUM. (Frowning) I guess so. (Pause as she thinks about it some more). Yes …. OK … Right …
At that moment Nate enters. He is a bit dishevelled and it is clear he has only just got out of bed. He sees DAD with the Tablet but doesn’t realise its importance.
MUM. (Berating NATE) You just got up? Look at the time. It’s nearly eleven. Late night. (Pause) Again. You need to go out an get a job for the holidays. I don’t want you lying in bed all day.
NATE. (Showing insolence) OK Mum.
DAD. (Snapping) Don’t talk to your mother like that.
NATE. (Sulks) Ohhh.
MUM. Don’t expect me to make you breakfast.
NATE. (Snaps) Don’t want none.
DAD. What’s up with you. Got a hangover?
NATE. (Grimaces but says nothing)
DAD. (Holding up the Tablet) I’ve got your exam results.
NATE. (Taken aback) Worr…?
DAD. You heard. Exam results. What a disgrace
NATE turns away to leave the room – he does not want to have this conversation
DAD. Woah. Hold your horses. Wait a minute. You’re not going anywhere.
NATE. pauses, considers disobeying DAD, but stays waiting at the door.
DAD. One fail. Nothing higher than a D. (Pauses, expecting NATE to respond. When he doesn’t DAD’s anger shows) Well! (Pause). Well, what have you got to say.
NATE embarrassed, shrugs his shoulders but says nothing.
DAD. Well. (Pause. His anger rising) We talked about this at midterm. (He waves the Tablet to confirm what he is talking about).
NATE stands by the door contemplating whether he should make a run for it
DAD. Did you go to lectures? Do you even know where the library is? Did you do any work at all?
NATE embarrassed looks at his feet
DAD. Well? Answer me. (More silence) Bah! You know what you need don’t you.
NATE looks startled. He opens his mouth intending to respond but thinks better of it
DAD. (speaking rapidly as if he is himself embarrassed) A damn good spanking. That’s what. A good hiding. That’ll buck your ideas up. A sore backside.
NATE. (eyes wide with astonishment) Dad …. (he is lost for words) But …. I’m too old ….
DAD. (cutting NATE short) You’re not too old. I’ll tell you when you’re too old. When you start acting like a responsible adult, that’s when you’re too old.
NATE. (Struggling to find the words) But Dad. You can’t … I mean….
DAD. (Cutting NATE short) I can. (Pause for effect) And I will. (Pause) Now get back in here.
NATE. But Dad ..
DAD. Come here. (Points to the couch)
NATE. Oww Dad. C’mon Dad.
DAD. (Pointing to the couch) I won’t tell you again.
NATE (pouts). But Dad …
MUM walks across the room. NATE stops and his eyes follow MUM as she walks. NATE has a concerned look. MUM reaches a drawer and opens it. DAD and NATE watch her carefully as MUM reaches in the drawer. She searches with her hand for a moment. MUM’s expression is puzzled. It seems she cannot find what she is looking for. Then, MUM gives a half-smile. MUM turns to face DAD and NATE, she is holding a wooden punishment paddle.
NATE (Alarmed). Oh, c’mon Mum. (Pause) Dad? (Pause) No, come on. No, you can’t.
MUM (Hands the paddle to DAD. Looks at NATE). You have nobody to blame but yourself.
DAD takes paddle and weighs it in his hand, demonstrating that it is a substantial piece of wood and has some weight. NATE’s eyes pop as he watches DAD tap the blade of the paddle into the palm of his hand.
MUM. (To NATE) You were warned. You can’t say you weren’t.
NATE (Mouth opens and closes like a goldfish). But Mum.. (Looks at DAD who is now tapping thee paddle against his own thigh. Then in a plea) Dad ….. No ….
DAD sits on the edge of the couch. Waves paddle at NATE.
DAD (To NATE). Let’s get this over with. (Pause) Come here, son.
NATE Doesn’t speak but body language says he is considering whether he should run from the room. He appears to be debating with himself in his head. He doesn’t realise the thumbs of both hands are gently caressing the seat of his jeans.
DAD (Losing patience). Don’t make me ask you twice.
NATE shows no signs of moving.
DAD (Speaks fiercely). NOW!
NATE jolts, then slowly moves towards DAD. NATE stands a metre or so away from DAD and looks sorrowfully at DAD
NATE (Pleading). Dad …
DAD (looking stern). Your fault…. Not mine. This is to make sure you work harder next semester.
NATE shuffles his feet with embarrassment, dreading DAD’s next words
DAD (Slowly looks NATE up and down, from head to feet and back again. DAD’s eyes rest on NATE’s waist). You better take those jeans down.
NATE looks astonished, silently mouths ‘But Dad’.
DAD (As if speaking to himself). They’re too thick. You won’t hardly feel a thing. Take them down.
NATE stands rooted to the spot, his face red with shame.
NATE (Pleading). C’mon Dad, please. Not jeans down. C’mon. Please.
DAD. Now. If I have to do it for you, I’ll take the pants down too.
NATE hurriedly finds the buckle of his belt and tugs it open. He looks pleadingly at DAD as if hoping DAD will relent at the last moment and let him keep the jeans up. DAD stares into the middle distance. NATE looks down at his jeans for a moment. Reluctantly NATE undoes the button on the waistband of his jeans. He pulls the zip fly. The jeans fall open showing the front of NATE’s colourful briefs. NATE closes his eyes as if to persuade himself that this is not really happening to him. Slowly he pushes the jeans down his thighs. They snag at his knees and he leaves them there. He glances pitifully at DAD.
DAD (Calmly but with authority). All the way.
NATE spreads his knees and the jeans slip further down until they rest in a puddle over his feet.
DAD grips the handle of the paddle and pushes it towards NATE. NATE recoils slightly, but stands his ground.
DAD spreads his legs to create a platform and taps his own right thigh
DAD. Bend over my knee.
NATE looks down at DAD’s lap. NATE hesitates
DAD taps his own thigh again
DAD. Just like last time.
NATE shuffles forward and stands to the right of DAD, Slowly, NATE places the palms of his hands on DAD’s thighs and lowers himself down. Once his stomach is resting across DAD, NATE stretches his arms forward and presses the palms of his hands into the ground. NATE’s legs are left to dangle in mid-air (or his toes touch the carpet, depending upon the height of the actor playing the role). NATE’s bottom is raised over DAD’s thigh at a perfect angle to receive swats of the paddle.
DAD, slowly and with great deliberation takes hold of the elasticated waistband of NATE’s briefs. NATE’s face registers fear as he thinks DAD is about to pull down his underpants and bare his backside.
DAD does not do this. DAD tugs the waistband so that the cotton briefs fit snugly across NATE’s bottom. All creases are removed and the briefs are so tight that each buttock cheek is clearly defined, offering DAD a terrific target to spank. DAD takes hold of NATE’s shirt and pulls it up NATE’s back so that the audience now has an unrestricted view of the whole buttock area. DAD places his left hand around NATE’s waist to hold him in place. NATE and DAD are now both adopting the traditional spanking posture as demonstrated by fathers and sons across the ages.
NATE’s body is tense. NATE closes his eyes and shuts his mouth tight.
DAD gently taps the blade of the paddle against the underside of NATE’s left buttock cheek. NATE’s buttocks clench as if they are firming up to protect themselves from the painful spanking that is about to start.
DAD (Still tapping to find his aim, says almost inaudibly). Relax, son. Relax.
DAD raises the paddle to above shoulder height.
NATE’s whole body tenses
DAD pauses with the paddle raised high. He counts “one, two, three,” in his head then brings the paddle pounding down into NATE’s left buttock.
NATE winces with pain. His legs kick.
DAD raises the paddle and repeats the previous manoeuvre, this time swatting the right buttock.
NATE’s head raises up and down. NATE’s mouth forms the perfect “O” shape, but he does not make a sound.
DAD slowly hammers another two swats across each cheek, making a total of six whacks.
NATE is feeling the pain. NATE’s head shakes from side to side, like a horse bothered by a fly.
DAD quickens the momentum of the spanking. Instead of counting “one, two, three” before each swat he spanks rapidly: bang-bang-bang, like machinegun fire.
NATE’s hips swivel, his shoulders shake. NATE acts as if he is trying to swim away off DAD’s lap. DAD grips NATE harder around the waist and continues spanking, making sure that the paddle whacks the fleshiest part of NATE’s bum, as well as the tender undersides, the sit-spot, where the bum meets the thighs. DAD also swipes the peaks of the mounds, so that no square-centimetre of bum is left untoasted.
DAD (While he is spanking). There. This is just what you deserve. Maybe you’ll work harder next semester. Why do you think your mother and I are paying for you to go to university. So you get a good degree. Have a decent career.
DAD (spanks the paddle with rhythm; one spank per word). This (spank) is (spank) how (spank) you (spank) repay (spank) us (spank).
NATE reaches his hand back to try to protect his backside from the onslaught. His body is tipped at such an angle he cannot quite manage this. DAD grips NATE’s wrist and together they struggle. DAD pushes NATE’s arm half way up his back.
(At this point the theatre director has a decision to make. In real life, because NATE was causing trouble and refusing to take his punishment stoically the DAD would pull down his underpants and continue the spanking across the bared buttocks. This might not be possible during the theatrical performance. Local districts have their own laws or regulations about nudity in public places and, of course, these must be respected. Even where laws permit bared buttocks to be shown, audiences might not appreciate the sight of a young man’s naked bottom writhing across lap of a much older man. It is a matter for the theatre director, producer and management to decide. For what it is worth, it is the preference of the play’s author, that NATE’s bottom is fully bared at this point so that his spanking might be exemplary. However, the script from this point on assumes that NATE’s underpants remain in place.)
DAD (Struggling with NATE). Oh, no you don’t.
NATE (Said as spanking continues). Oww, no, please, Dad. No more. I’m sorry. I will. I’ll work harder. Promise. Owww
DAD (breathless, still spanking hard). That’s what you said last time. (DAD spanks even faster and harder). It didn’t do much good.
NATE (squirming and writhing). I will. I will. I will. I promise. I’ll go to lectures.
DAD (Spanking hard, but now showing signs of fatigue). Library (huff). More time studying (huff)
NATE. Yes, ouch! Yes Dad, Yes Dad.
DAD (Spanking). Stop partying.
NATE. Yes, yes, yes Dad,. Please stop. Please I’ve had enough.
DAD stops paddling and looks across at MUM. He speaks no words but his look says “Has he had enough? Do you think he’ll behave now?” MUM nods “Yes”
DAD hammers a further six swats across the fleshiest part of the buttocks. Three on each cheek. They are the hardest swats so far. Then, he releases his hold on NATE.
NATE rolls from DAD’s lap and lays on the floor gasping for breath, like a beached dolphin.
DAD grips the paddle and tries to control his own heavy breathing.
MUM watches NATE closely as NATE struggles to his knees and then to his feet. NATE ruefully rubs the seat of his underpants. The backs of his thighs are bright red where the paddle blade struck. NATE pulls up his jeans, zips up and does up the button. He does not do up the belt. NATE stands shamefaced, looking at the floor unable to meet the eye of MUM or DAD.
MUM (Calmly). You should go to your room. Make sure it’s tidy.
NATE still not looking at MUM or DAD makes for the door.
MUM (calling after NATE). And, I want you to go out this afternoon and find a job. Lots of the shops at The Exchange are looking for staff.
NATE (Patting the seat of his jeans as he exits the room). Yes, Mum.
DAD watches NATE leave, then turns to MUM
DAD (Hands her the paddle). There, put that back. Somehow, I think we’ll need it again, next mid-term.
MUM smiles ruefully. Takes the paddle and replaces it in the drawer. Then, MUM and DAD look at one another from across the room.
DAD. Know what, I could kill for a cup of tea, love.
Picture credit: British Boys Fetish Club
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