Thermionic in the MMSA forum https://newforum.malespank.net/viewtopic.php?t=3820 issued a challenge to write a story based on a picture (link no longer valid) which shows an shirtless, overweight, smiling, red-headed boy of about thirteen years old at a computer.
The following story is fiction about such a boy. The story contains a scene of a parental spanking. If this subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.
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Red, with a supercilious grin on his face, leaned back in the desk chair when he heard the footsteps approaching. He felt good – all 132 pounds (60 kg) packed flabbily on his 4′8″ inches (142 cm) frame. He was expecting his kid brother bringing him a large slice of pie with a great big scoop of rich ice cream on top for a before dinner snack to keep him from drooling at the food sites on the web on the computer in front of him.
However, his smile quickly faded when he saw his father walk in. He was not carrying a plate of pie à la mode. He was not carrying a plate of plain pie nor even a glass of non-fat milk. He was, however, carrying a leather soled slipper and was scowling. Even before his father spoke, he knew he was in trouble.
He soon heard a long litany of things he was in trouble both for committing and failing to do. Among these were ordering a high calorie before dinner snack, surfing when he should have been running to exercise and to lose excess weight. He could not even claim that he was doing homework for the browser history file would expose such a lie. "What did I promise you, Red, if you broke your regimen again?" asked his angry father.
Red hesitated for he did not want to answer. He knew that he had to respond or he would be in even deeper trouble. So in small weak voice he answered: "A spanking, sir."
"And what have you earned a spanking for, Red?" Even more slowly he started to list his transgressions knowing that he had to continue each time his father said: "And?" He was horrified at how long the list was.© YLeeCoyote
His dad sat on the side chair and called his errant son over. I'm tired of just telling you to stay on your diet, to stay off the computer and to get out and run about. With that, he reached out and opened Red's jeans and pulled them down so that they were entangled about the boy's ankles. Except for that hobble, Red was naked. Dad pulled his lazy, overweight son over his lap and began to spank him hard. It only took a few hard spanks to get the soft lazy boy crying and soon he was bawling.
When he decided that the spanking was over, Red's Dad raised him up and frogmarched him into the corner where he remained for a half hour – crying and contemplating. Unfortunately he was contemplating the pain in his roasted tail rather than how to change his behavior to avoid further pain.
Red's brother took the opportunity to tease and taunt his big brother when he was sent to fetch him for dinner. By peeking around the door little brother had watched the spanking and knew how Red had cried and how his fat ass had turned bright red to match his hair.
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