My Son, Scott


by Dave Mack <Davemack98@hotmail.com>

This Story is FICTION. Note that I am personally opposed to the use of corporal punishment, especially on teenage boys. If this is an offensive story to you then please move on. If on the other hand you enjoy it PLEASE take amoment to drop me email. I've posted several stories and had no response. So please, take a moment and tell me what you think..good or bad..

Scott is the apple of my eye. He is also my only son. My wife and I had 3 other children, all girls. And while I loved my daughters, when Scott was born he became my whole life. On the other hand my wife all but rejected him. She had no use for a boy. She refused to breast feed him as she did the girls when they were born and she seemed to always be harsher with Scott than she ever was with the girls. Now two of the girls are grown and married, one is still home and a senior in high school. And Scott is just past his 13th Birthday and in the 7th grade in middle school.

Scott was all boy. He was a well behaved boy but mischieveous. It seemed that at least once a week I'd come home from work to find him confined in his room for what was at best petty shinanigans. If it had been one of the girls their mother would have looked the other way but with Scott she was harsh. Since I was the family disciplinarian it was my task after working all day to mediate and 99 times out of 100 I'd just tell Scott to be more careful. After all boys will be boys. But my wife would get even more upset. "If that had been one of the girls when they were that age you'd have spanked them for it, yet you don't lay a hand on Scott." This was partially true but with age and parental experience I learned that spanking was not usually the way to go. As a matter of fact my one remaining at-home daughter had her last spanking at age 10 and that was for lieing. Scott really was a well behaved kid and now that he was 13 he was a pretty responsible teenager. It had been a struggle with my wife to leave him home alone on a Friday if she and I would go out for dinner and a movie. She wanted one of the girls to be with him but I knew he needed his space.

This one particular Friday night changed a lot of things. Scott was home alone (or so we thought) as his sister was on a date. When we got home around 10:30 (it was earlier than usual) there was Scott sitting on the living room floor drunk, high and with two of his friends. His mother went balistic before I could even open my mouth. "Just what is going on here young man?" she screamed at him. He tried to stand but fell in the process, fortunately onto the couch. His two friends, both about the same age were also high. "How dare you do this in my house" She screamed at him and I saw her start toward him ready to slap him. "STOP" I ordered her! "And I suppose as usual you're going to let him get away with this?" she said in her usual arragant tone of voice that she always had when Scott was involved. True this was a very serious situation but this was not the time to deal with it. She stormed out of the room, went to our bedroom and slammed the door. I could hear her mumbling something about "worthless brat.." .."hate that kid" and more. I was hoping Scott was too out of it to comprehend her. I called the parents of the other two teenagers and spoke with their parents. Within minutes their dads arrived. Neither was too happy with their sons and said they'd deal with them when they were sober. They took their sons home and I took Scott to his room. He was almost unable to stand up. He was tall for his age and could pass for almost 16. No wonder the girls called all the time for him. But right now he was in no shape to talk with or do anything.

As we headed for his bedroom his mother barged into the hallway demanding to know what I was going to do now with "YOUR" son! I told her for now put him to bed and deal with him when he had sobered up. I got a bucket for the side of his bed in case he got sick in the night, which I was sure he would. When I got him to his room I got him undressed and put him to bed in just his briefs. Through his high and drunken state he did ask if he was in trouble. "I'll deal with you in the morning Scott. Now go to sleep. There is a bucket there if you feel sick." I turned and left him to sleep it off. "G'nite dad" he slurred as I closed the door.

As I expected my wife was none to happy when I got into bed. "So as usual you're letting him get away with it?" "Look honey, he is too high and drunk to deal with now. When he is sober and able to be talked with I will deal with him" I told her as I got into bed. "But as usual you'll let him get away with it. If this were one of the girls they'd be in so much trouble they wouldn't be able to sit..." her voice trailed off. "I told you I will handle this in the morning. Now leave it alone." She refused a kiss goodnite, turned over and said not another word. Soon we were both sound asleep..

I was up by 7:30 and went in to check on Scott. He had thrown up at least once but did do it in the bucket. There was a stong smell of urine and I looked under the covers and discovered he had indeed wet himself. I considered taking his shorts off him but as the bed was already wet I saw no purpose. I decided to just let him sleep it off.

Shortly both my wife and daughter were up and naturally discussing Scott. "So what will you do about him" both of them asked me. "I'll decide when he is awake and I don't want to discuss it with either of you" I told them. "He's gonna get away with it.." snickered my wife. "Dad's angel boy" said his sister. "Now listen to me both of you. I said I'll deal with him and I will so drop it NOW" I yelled at both of them. I rarely raised my voice but they were both getting on my nerves. From Scotts room I could hear him suddenly shout, "_d_a_m_n_ I pissed the bed".. "I think he's awake" I said to no one in particular.

I went to his room and he was trying to stand up. "You OK Scott?" I asked him. "Yeah, he said" as he started to strip the bed. "We have some serious business to attend to young man." He just nodded his head. "Can I please finish waking up and clean up first dad?" "Sure" I said as I headed out of his room.

"Hello?" my wife answered the phone. "Just a minute. Here it's for you." She handed me the phone. It was one the boys dads from the night before. "Scott OK?" "Yeah, he's just getting up." The man went on to say he had just had a long session with the strap with his son who was 15 and he'd spoken with the other boys dad. He was 14 and his dad had done the same thing. "So what will you do with your boy" he asked. "I'm going to deal with him when he gets up. I've made no firm decission yet but I'm leaning in that direction". As I spoke my wife looked at me unaware of what had been said and curious as to what I was going to do. Just then Scott came to the kitchen. His mother was just about to lay into him when but I spoke first. "We have some serious business to deal with young man" I told him firmly. He just shook his head yes and got some OJ from the fridge. "Hon", I spoke to my wife, "Take Kattie and go to breakfast will you. I need to be alone with Scott."

His sister Kate could be a real bitch and she decided this was a time to be one. "Little boy gonna get it this time" she tried to taunt him. I swung around and slaped her hard on her jeans covered butt. "You need to learn respect for your brother. Your NOT too big for me to put YOU over my knee too!" Her mother started to protest when I glared at her "And you keep your mouth shut!" With that the two abruptly left the house leaving Scott and me alone..

"I guess I'm in a lot of trouble?" Scott asked. "Sit down son! I want to know what happeend last night. I have trusted you to be responsible. Now you know I have been running interference between you and your mother. Now she is convinced you cannot be trusted and this time I'm inclinded to agree. So tell me what happened? Since when do you do drugs or drink? And how did you get them?" I was asking questions so fast he couldn't answer me.

"Dad I skrewed up. I was here alone when the guys just showed up. I swear I didn't know they were coming. As for the liquor I just figured I'd try it." I looked him in the eye. "And the drugs..." "It was just weed dad. Everyone my age tries it." "YOUR WRONG SON!" I hollered at him. Everyone does NOT try it. You know the health issues about both drugs and alcohol. And what were you drinking?" "It was vodka mixed with fruit juice."

"Dad, can I ask you something? Why is mom always so mean to me?" This was an issue I knew would eventually come up but I had not expected it so soon. "Well," I took a deep breath, "she really didn't want a boy. She wanted another girl." I could see the sadness in his eyes. "Scott, I wanted a son and I have you. And maybe that's why I have been so lenient with you all along. I know it's a mans world and I have given you a real lot of room, maybe too much for a 13 yr old. Sometimes because you are so tall I forget your still so young. But you know right from wrong, don't you? He shook his head yes. "And I think you know I cannot let this slide don't you" I asked him? He again shook his head in agreement. "So am I getting grounded? Losing my bike? Early bedtime?" These were my usual disciplines with Scott. "I'm afraid those are not gonna do it this time son." He had a questioning look in his face. "I spoke with your friends' dads and both of them got spanked. Now Scott, I've not spanked you since you were 6, partly because your mom was pushing me to do it and because you are a boy and I felt you needed more freedom than girls but I just can't avoid it in this case."

Scott was a deep thinker. He looked at me for a minute then said "You're right dad. And for what it's worth I'm sorry. I know you trust me and I really messed up. I know I deserve it but is there like any way that just maybe you could like say you spanked me but don't?" It was obvious the idea of a spanking, especially at 13 and not having been spanked since he was 6 had him shook. He was trying to talk himself out of the inevitable and I couldn't blame him. I'd have tried too but my mind was made up. "Scott, despite your mothers attitude I don't lie to her. She WILL be told but you noticed I sent her and your sister out for breakfast. I felt this should be done in private just between you and me. There's no way around it so let's get it done and over with." He looked at me for a moment then shook his head in agreement. "Go to to your room, strip to just your underpants and I will be in in a few minutes." Without a word he did as I told him...

I wanted to have the situation really sink in. I considered making him wait for an hour or two but then felt that wasn't right either. I knew he was scared even though he was putting on a brave front. One thing was for sure Scott was no wimp. I only waited about 5 minutes before going to his room. I opened the door and walked in. He was sitting in his computer chair in just his briefs as instructed. I started to sit on the bed until I realized it was wet. He had stripped it and there was a big wet spot. This was clearly an embaressment to him but I said nothing at this point.

"Son, I am not happy that I have to do this." Before I could say more Scott spoke up. "Look dad, I know what I did was wrong. I'm sorry but I just want to take my punishment and get it over with. I don't feel so bad about what's coming since the other kids got it from their dads." Despite his tender age he understood the situation. It made what I had to do just a bit easier. "Lie down on edge of a dry section of the bed Scott." He did as instructed. I stood and removed my belt. He took one look over his shoulder and gasped as he clearly never expected the strap. "Scott, if you were a little boy I'd put you over my knee but you are a pretty big boy even tho you are 13. So I thought this was a better way to spank you. It also offers you a bit of modesty." "I think I can still fit over your knee. Please..please not the strap.. PLEASE.. " I hesitated considering what he said. "Sorry son, but this is how I have to do this. Now spread your legs wide and raise your bum." As much as I knew he didn't want this he did as I told him. "I hope this is the only time I ever have to spank you. Son I didn't want to have to do this..You've left me no choice.." With that I brought the strap down squarely on his underpants covered bottom. He let out a scream but to his credit he didn't move. The second swipe of the belt landed at the base of his underpants right above his legs. This time he put his hand back to protect his butt. I grabbed his hand and moved it away. "Do that again and this is gonna be a lot worse." He wimpered but was trying real hard not to cry. Again I brought the strap down on his bottom. He jumped and screamed. Again I belted his butt. This time not only did he scream but he again put his hand back to protect his bum. "Stand up Scott" I ordered him. This was not working as I'd expected.

He stood and I told him to stay put. I went to get my wife's hairbrush. I came back and sat down in the bedroom chair. "Since I am unable to do it as a more mature way it WILL be over my lap. Without warning I reached and took down his white briefs. As Scott and I frequented the gym and therefore the change room, showers and sauna he was totally comfortable being naked in front of me. I was impressed how developed he was for his age. But that made no difference at the moment. I pulled him down and over my lap. While he was tall he still fit perfectly. I spread his bum cheeks and this time had him in position to better prevent his hand from interfering.

"Now son we are starting all over again from the beginning. When you were 6 I used my hand. But now being a much bigger boy I need to use the hairbrush. "Oh no.." was all he said. I could feel him starting to get hard. "Scott, just so you know it's ok that you get a hard on son. It's normal so don't be alarmed." I had told Scott all about _s_e_x_ when he was 10 and we had always talked freely about it so I felt as this was an unusual situation he needed to know his involuntary reaction was ok. He was very tense and I knew he was scared. I rubbed his already red bottom. I rubbed his legs and he slowly relaxed and parted his cheeks. "Now if you just lie here and take this it will be over soon. If you fight it it's going to last a lot longer." I continued to gently rub his bum. "Any questions Scott?" "No dad. And I am sorry for last night. No matter what I won't ever do it again.." A part of me was melting. I loved my son so much I really didn't want to do this but I had to. I'd always heard it said it hurt the parent more than the kid and it's true. Deep inside I wanted to just tell him he was grounded and be done with it. But I also knew in this case I had to finish what I had started. With that I picked up the brush and smartly brought it down on his now spread bum cheeks. He jumped and squeeled like a pig and his penis slipped between my legs. It was rock hard and I had a feeling I'd feel a bit of wetness soon. Again I smacked his butt with the same reaction. But he never tried to put his hand back or get off my lap. His bum stayed spread and I aimed the next smack squarely in his hole. "Yoooowwwww" he screamed. Now I had 'hit home'. Then what I expected to happen did. He came off between my legs. "Oh no" he sighed as wave after wave of boy juice splashed on my thighs.

I knew he was totally embaressed but I tried to aleviate his fear. "It's alright Scott. I was afraid that would happen and that was why I didn't want to have to spank you this way. Nothing to be concerned about. It's normal for any guy to cum in this situation." I then resumed the hair brush spanking. I knew that now I had his full attention as I felt his penis quickly softening. I gave him about 25 real good smacks to his bum cheeks alternating between each of them with some still in his crack. He screamed and cried finally giving up any of his 13 year old dignity he had tried to hold onto. I stopped and put down the brush. "We're almost done son" I told him as I decided to conclude with a hand spanking. I knew this was a very intimate way to punish and I also hoped that not only had he learned his lesson but that I would never have to spank him again. He took it well but cried like a little boy. I spanked and spanked and spanked making sure he got the message his behaviour of the previous evening was unacceptable. I got to 50 spanks and stopped. "Now have you learned your lesson about underage drinking, drug use and having people in at night without permission when you are left home alone?" Between his sobs he said "yes dad..never again..I swear..and I'm sorry.." He laid over my lap crying and crying. "It's over son. Just lie still and cry it out.."I said as I gently rubbed his sore and very red bottom. His crying quickly subsided and I continued to rub his bum. "Ok now?" I asked. "Yeah" he said trying to push away his remaining tears. I gently brought him to his feet and sat him on my lap. He hugged me and I returned the hug. "Dad, I am SO sorry. Please forgive me. I won't ever do any of that again." I smiled and ruffled his hair as he continued to sit unashamedly naked in my lap. "I know sport. Do me a favour?" I asked him. "What dad?" "Don't EVER make me have to do this again. OK? I love you and it just tears me up to ever have to spank you. Deal?" "Deal dad. Thanks." "Now get dressed and let's go to the kitchen and make breakfast."

As we made breakfast my wife and daughter returned. Without so much as a "Hi how are you" or one bit concern for her brother Kate once again tried to taunt him. "So did little boy finally get his bum bum spanked?" I'd had enough. Tho my wife tried to tell Kate to be quiet I had my mind made up. I grabbed Kate's arm telling her that whatever her brother got was nothing compared to her being a brat and never respecting him. "Get to your room NOW" I hollered as I took off my belt. My wife started to speak but the glance I threw her made it clear she was best to keep her mouth shut.. To my utter surprise Scott came to his older sisters defense. "Dad please.." One kid getting spanked in a day is enough.. Please don't spank her." Despite all her taunts he was protecting his older bratty sister. I looked at him and saw he had a real concern in his eyes. "If that's what you want Scott".. I said as I looked at an extremely scared daughter. "You go to your room and stay there `til you learn respect for your brother." For the first time ever she looked at her younger brother saying "thanks Scott". He just nodded his head. "I guess we have to make allowences for girls sometimes" he said as his sister went to her room..

She never did try to antagonize her brother again and his mother realized that his coming to his sisters defense made her fell proud that in fact he was her son..and now a young man.

Oh, and I never did have to spank Scott ever again. But his bratty older sister....that's a different story..


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