There were four of us men who formed a regular card school. Used to play every week and drink some beers.
Dave was a single dad with an only boy, Ben, who was thirteen then. Dave used to tell us about him, how mischievous he was, how he spanked him sometimes even bare bottom. But one day, Dave was majorly incensed and announced that the next week, if Ben went on misbehaving, he wanted to bring him round and punish him in front of us, "To teach him a lesson he won't forget." We none of us objected - all the guys thought spanking the best way.
So it came about that Dave arrived, a little late, with Ben in tow.
Ben had shiny straight black hair, was short for thirteen but quite muscular, and had brown eyes. He was not looking cheerful, particularly as we all cheered when they arrived. He blushed.
Ben was wearing an anorak, but his legs were bare beneath it and he wore pink socks in white plastic sandals, weird.
Dave pulled off Ben's coat and we all gasped and cheered again. The boy was dressed in shocking pink, very short, cord shorts, a pink nylon shirt and a pink and white spotted bow tie. He blushed to the roots of his hair.
"I thought I'd embarrass him a little." Dave's was an understatement.
"How you going to spank him?" I asked.
"I think we have him on the table first," Dave said.
He had Ben sit on the table, then lie back, then he pulled Ben backwards so he was flat on his back on the table. We all sat round.
"Now we strip him to his undies and socks, all help," Dave said.
We set to with a will, made more interesting because Ben started to protest, writhe and wriggle. His sandals came off easily as did his bow tie, but the shirt took longer and he clamped his thighs round his shorts in a vain attempt to resist. Eventually we had him stripped to his white y-front briefs, white cotton vest and pink socks. We had his legs and arms held outstretched, but the fight had gone out of him.
He was cute and seemed smaller like this. Sweat ran down his face. He licked his lips nervously. "Now I think we'll see what kind of man we've got" Dave said, grasping Ben's briefs at the waistband.
"Please, dad, no!" Ben implored.
Dave folded the waistband back on itself twice. Nothing was revealed yet, just more vest. He tugged the vest out of the briefs at the front and upto Ben's chest. Then he pulled the briefs so the elastic rested just above the bulge which was clearly Ben's _c_o_c_k_.
"Please!" Ben begged one last time.
Dave pulled the waistband down so it rested just below Ben's dick head, which was soft and circumcised. The room went very quiet. Ben blushed redder. Dave pulled the briefs to below Ben's balls. His dick was totally soft, just the beginning of pubic hair above it, his balls well formed. "Let's strip him naked now," Dave suddenly said. We pulled off his socks, vest and briefs. He didn't resist this time. He lay there, four men staring down at him.
"I know," Dave said, "Let's keep him waiting. Have a drink."
Cans of beer were procured. We sat at the table. A bowl of peanuts was brought in and someone had the bright idea of putting it on his stomach. One thing ran into another and soon the peanuts were put all over his chest and stomach, with people picking them off him.
Ben's dick started to stir and then rise. He made to cover it with his hands, but they were firmly put behind his head. His dick swung upward to an erect five inches, pulsating. He was teased mercilessly. And his dick drooped, to cheers.
"Time for spanking," Dave said.
He had Ben kneel on the table, knees apart, ankles over the edge, bum in the air, facing me. Ben's balls were in clear view and his cheeks were spread embarrassingly wide. Dave handed me a flat wooden spoon and said, "Four."
I stood and smacked hard, twice on each cheek.
Dave made him turn to the next guy and gave him a leather thong. Four more. Ben yelped on the last.
To the next guy. A broad leather strap. Two.
To his father, who pulled him off the table, put him over his lap and spanked him until his butt was bright red, he was crying, kicking and yelling.
He was made to stand in the corner while we played two hands...