This isn't much of a story in and of itself. However, it goes along with a group of pictures that I made using Poser 4 software to illustrate it. I can't post the pictures here, but if you like the story, go to my website linked above and you will find the pictures as well. Look under the "List of Updated Files" section for the fastest link to the story. It may take a bit of time to load everything – the pictures are quite large.
Gavin Saunders was sitting in his kitchen when he heard the front door open and close. He knew that it was his dad because he'd recognized the sound of his car pulling up, but the door had been closed awfully loud; slammed almost. That was out of character for Mr. Saunders and Gavin's mental alarm gave a slight clang.
His dad walked into the kitchen and he spotted his son sitting in a chair. He'd taken his work shirt of and was sweating slightly. He fixed the 9-year old with a stern glance and pointed his finger at him.
"Gavin," he said, "didn't I tell you to take the garbage out to the curb this morning?"
All at once, Gavin's memory kicked in. He'd meant to do that, but he'd been running late for the school bus and he'd meant to do it when he came home. Of course, by then he'd long since forgotten. He started to stammer and his dad accepted that as an answer.
"And isn't this the third week in a row you've forgotten?" he continued. "And didn't I tell you it was three strikes and your out?"
"I'm sorry Dad!" he said, jumping up out of the chair. "I'll go do it right now!"
"No, you won't," his dad told him. "I've just done it. Furthermore, the garbage truck has already been by with means that our rubbish is going to be attracting flies for the next week. I told you what the punishment would be if you forgot again and now you're going to have to deal with the consequences of your forgetfullness."
Gavin gulped. Dad had warned him last week that if he forgot again he'd..... Yes, there he was, opening the cupboard that he kept the paddle in. That meant he was going to....
"Since you can't remember simple chores," Dad said as he turned around with the paddle gripped firmly in his right hand, "I'm going to have to spank you. Lord knows, nothing else seems to help you remember."
Gavin started to stutter out some form of apology combined with a promise not to forget again, but his dad was having none of it.
"Too late, Gavin," he said. "I decided I was going to spank you before I even walked in the room so don't waste your breath. Now, take of your shirt and shorts and be quick about it!"
Gavin stripped down to his underwear, all the while gulping in fright and hoping that he could somehow get out of this, but it was no use. All to soon he found himself dressed only in his briefs, facing an angry dad.
"Now go grab hold of that chair," Dad told him.
His hands clenched in frustration, Gavin did as he was told. He tried to tell him self that this wasn't fair and that he didn't deserve to be spanked for this, but the one part of his brain that remained calm and rational was reminding him that he'd had plenty of warnings and that he only had himself to blame.
He turned the chair so that it was facing away from him and grabbed hold of the top of it.
"Now," Dad said as he moved into position behind Gavin, "Bend over, boy. And be sure not to get go of that chair if you know what's good for you. You'll be sorry if you do."
With that warning ringing in his ears, Gavin bend forward and stuck his bottom out. Knowing what he was in for, he could not help making a low keening noise in his throat as he pressed his lips together. Tears started to drip slowly down his face.
He barely had time to register the sound of the air being parted by the paddle when he felt a stinging WHAP! on his rear. He cried out in pain as the shock of the blow registered throughout his bottom. The hard wood had left a searing strip of pain right across the middle of his cheeks. Hardly had he sucked his breath back in when it went WHAP! again. Slightly higher this time, but mostly in the same spot. He clenched the chair tightly and tried to hold on as he heard the paddle whooshing down again to go WHAP! on his burning buns.
Again and again the paddle descended with a loud WHAP! Each time there was a new explosion of searing heat and pain. Each time it seemed to find at least on small unspanked area of his bottom to ignite.
WHAP!! The sting from this last blow was so great that Gavin forgot himself. His hands sprung upwards from the chair back and he stood upright.
"Gavin!" Dad said to him, "what did I tell you about letting go?"
Gavin was in no shape to answer. His hands found his bottom and started to rub it as he faced his angry father. The boy's expression was as miserable as it could be, but that didn't seem to cut any ice with Dad.
"All right," he said, "if you don't want to do it that way, we'll do it the other way."
Dad grabbed the chair and pulled it towards him. When it was in the center of the room, he sat down.
"Get over my lap, Gavin," he said.
"No, Dad," Gavin blubbered. "Wasn't that enough?"
"It almost was," Dad told him. "but then you stood up. Now I'm going to start over. But this time, you'll be getting spanked bare-bottomed."
"No, Dad!" Gavin pleaded, even as he started to get over his lap. His movements were awkward and his dad had to help him. Once he was lying prone over Dad's lap, he felt his hand on the back of his briefs.
"Sorry, Gavin," Dad said as he started to yank them down, "but you will learn to listen to me."
With his underpants off, Gavin was now completely naked over Dad's lap. His arms were dangling in open air while his toes were just barely touching the ground. Dad picked the paddle back up and he started to cry in force again.
WHACK! The paddle connected with his naked bottom. Without his briefs to protect him, Gavin felt the full force of Dad's displeasure for the first time. His head jerked back and he threw his arms out as he screeched in pain.
Dad swung back his arm again and brought it back down, WHACK! Gavin kicked his legs this time as the burning went deep inside his bottom. He instinctively tried to move, but Dad was holding him firmly with his hand on his back.
"Hold still!" Dad said as again the paddle went WHACK! on his reddened cheeks. Gavin kicked and swung his arms. He thrashed his head about and screamed but nothing stopped the relentless WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! of the paddle. At last, he had nothing more to give. His arms hung limply and his legs ceased their kicking. He still howled and jerked his head, but otherwise the stinging spanks went unchallenged. There was one last extremely hard WHACK!!! and then he felt Dad take his hand from his back and put down the paddle.
He jumped up from off of Dad's lap and started to dance around. His hairless penis flopped about as he tried to rub some of the sting out of his severely spanked cheeks.
"I hope you got the message this time, Gavin," Dad said as he hopped up and down. "I don't like doing that to you, but honestly sometimes it's the only way to get through to you."
"I know, Dad, I'm sorry," Gavin blubbered as he continued to rub himself. After about a minute of this, he got himself under control and stopped hopping.
"Come here, son," Dad said softly. Gavin went to him and Dad sat him gently in his lap. His strong arms went around Gavin's back and held the crying boy against his chest.
"I really hope you learned your lesson, Gavin," Dad said as he rocked him back and forth. "You know I love you."
"I know, Dad," Gavin said, "and I love you too."