Fiction Turns Fact


by Witness <Hensmith76@hotmail.com>

I had an E-mail recently from a single father of a 13 year old boy. He had read some of my spanking stories on a website.

He told me that he had tried and exhausted all the "liberal" methods with his boy and asked me for advice.

To cut a long story short, he and his son eventually cut a deal that if his son transgressed in one of two ways, not only would he get a spanking bare butt, he'd get it in front of a stranger, me.

Son, whose name was Colin, clearly thought he was at little risk. But he made the mistake of experimenting with some alcohol one night. Not a lot. Being inexperienced with the stuff, he didn't need a lot, but enough to make him think he could get away, uncaught, with that which he had been forbidden to do.

Needless to say, Colin was caught.

Which neatly brings me into the picture, because the next day I was phoned and asked if I could call round that night.

Colin and his dad Sam live in a small town some twenty miles from me. Sam is prosperous and self-employed, so although there's only two two of them, the house is set back on its own and large.

I had suggested Colin wear his school uniform for the occasion, though I had never seen Colin before. He opened the door - a very attractive young thirteen year old, with curly light brown hair and blue eyes, a little short for his age, but well-made.

He was indeed in school uniform. Despite it being summer, he wore a light grey V-neck pullover, light grey long trousers, a blue and grey striped school tie, grey socks, black laced leather shoes.

Smiling shyly, he shook my hand and led me into the very capacious living/dining area, where Sam, besuited, greeted me.

"David, we meet at last!" He was a florid, jovial, balding, moustachioed man. "Have a seat. One might say a grandstand seat! Colin has introduced himself?"

"He has."

"Good, excellent. Now, you're going to lead me in this, David? I've told Colin you're the expert....he knows he's in for some embarrassing punishment.... don't you Colin?"

"Yes dad."

"OK," I said, "Colin, come and stand here, by the fireplace, where we can both see you - and answer some questions for me. Put your hands behind your back, that's right."

He looked even more shy and cute on his own by the fireplace.

"You're 13."

"Yes Sir."

"You've been naughty?"

"Yes."

"You accept that you're going to be punished."

"Yes Sir."

"And you know that you're getting a spanking."

"Yes I do."

"On what part of your body?"

For the first time, he half-faltered. "On my.... behind."

"On your bottom?"

"Yes Sir."

"Then don't be coy. Say 'On my bottom'."

"On my bottom, Sir."

"Right. With your school trousers on or off?"

"Er... I think off.." Colin looked at Sam for confirmation. Sam smirked and nodded.

"That sounds right. What are you wearing under those trousers, Colin?"

Colin flushed a little. "Underpants, Sir."

"Ah, what sort?"

"Briefs."

"Are you going to be allowed to keep your briefs on?"

"No Sir, I don't think so."

"Good, that's what I thought you'd agreed. So it's a spanking on your bare bottom?"

"Yes."

"Well I don't think you're going to need those shoes, Colin. How about taking them off now?"

"All right, Sir." He seemed rather in awe of me. I wasn't expecting all this Sir, business.

He bent and unlaced and removed his shoes.

"Right, now go to dad and sit on his lap and let him take off your socks. Let's get a bit of you naked, so you know what it feels like."

Colin sat across Sam's knees and put each foot up in turn to have the socks removed. Sam seemed to enjoy this.

"Bring the socks back over and put them in your shoes - and face us both again."

Colin did this, putting his hands back behind him.

"You now have naked feet. But soon you'll have a naked bottom. When did your dad last see your naked bottom, Colin?"

Colin flushed some more. "Not since I was 10, I think, p'raps younger."

"So how's it going to be to be naked in front of dad and a stranger?"

"NAKED?! I've got to have all my clothes off?" Colin looked appealingly at his dad.

"Whatever David decides."

"And I haven't decided yet."

"Oh. Wow."

"Could be quite embarrassing, couldn't it?"

"Wow." He looked shocked.

"You're looking a bit hot," I said. "Go and sit on dad's knee and let him take off your pullover and tie and unbutton the collar of your shirt. You'll feel better then."

As if hypnotised, Colin sat on his dad's knee and mutely co-operated with the divestment of his pullover and tie.

"Does that feel more comfortable?" I asked. He was still on his dad's knee.

"A bit. Am I really going to be nude?"

"We'll see how we go. Sam, help him out of his shirt will you? He still looks hot and bothered."

Sam willingly unbuttoned Colin's shirt, took it off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

"Now, there's a handsome young fellow. Come back and stand where you were before."

His skin was lean and very fair. His bottom, although encased still in trousers and briefs, was pleasantly protuberant.

Colin looked straight at me. "I AM going to be naked."

"Yes, but not yet. Go and stand between your dad's knees and let him take your trousers down."

"Oh wow!" Colin said, as if to himself. He stood where told and Sam unclasped and unzipped and tugged his grey longs to his ankles.

"Sit on dad's knee and pull off your school trousers."

Clad just in his white briefs, Colin did as he was told.

"Now return to your place."

He padded back.

"I think it's time to give your bottom it's first warming," I said. "Come and lie over my knees."

Rather slowly and unsurely he came over to me. I sat forward and put him over my knees, adjusting him carefully, so his bottom faced upward. And it was a fine young bum. I placed my hand on the seat of his briefs and stroked. "Soon, you won't even have these briefs on, Colin, so make the most of it." I brought my hand down, hard, on his bottom.

"Ouch!" he wailed.

"Colin, I've only just begun!" I said, giving him five more vigorous whacks then rubbing the seat of his underpants. "Go to your dad for six more."

Dishevelled and very red-faced, he went to Sam and got six more. By the twelfth, he was yelling.

"Rub it better for a while," I suggested.

Sam gently rubbed the seat of Colin's briefs. He quietened down.

"Now, sit him up."

Sam sat Colin up.

"Now Colin," I said, "go and stand on the middle seat of the settee".

He did so, finding it difficult because the settee was so softly sprung.

I beckoned Sam to join me, standing in front of Colin.

"Reach out and put one hand on each of our outside shoulders," I said.

He did this. "Keep your hands there," I said. "Now, Sam, let's very gently roll his briefs down."

"Oh boy!" Sam said, as we slowly, slowly, peeled down the last vestiges of his modesty, before triumphantly pulling his briefs to his ankles.

Colin's dick was hairless and soft. He looked down at his underpants in wonderment. "Oh dear!" he said. And grinned.

Yes, he actually grinned.

"I think you're enjoying this a little too much," I said, sweeping him into my arms and carrying him to a chair where I put him, bare butt, over my knee, "and forgetting that you've been a naughty boy." I gave him several hard spanks and passed him to Sam who completed the task with considerable energy.

He wasn't smiling when we stood him in the corner, red-bottomed, buck naked, hands on head!

xxxx


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