Scott was really scared of what he was about to do. He had to talk to his dad about something that really bothered him. But he didn't know if his dad would get really mad about it or not. The best time to catch him was right when he got off work, so Scott walked the three blocks down the street to his dad's furniture store and went into his office.
"What do you need, buddy?" his dad asked.
"I have something I am upset about, Dad," Scott said, the fear evident in his voice. Not really fear, just nervousness.
"Spill it," Dad said.
"Well, you remember when you whipped me last week for lying to Mom about my math homework?"
"I remember. You deserved it."
"Oh, I know. But it was just, you walked into the living room and I was laying on the floor, and you starting hitting me with your belt. Yelling at me about it while I was trying to squirm out of the way. That's the only way you've whipped me for 2 or 3 years now. It seems like you don't care about what I did, just about making me hurt."
Scott's dad sat still for several minutes. Scott was afraid he was going to get it right now. But then his dad smiled a little and said, "OK, buddy. You have a point. But when I find out from mom or someone else, I just see red. What do you want me to do?"
"Just take me to your room or something," Scott said. "Make it something that is just between us and something that will keep me from doing it again, whatever it was."
"Deal, Scotty," his dad said. "IF you tell me when you have done something to deserve an ass-whipping. If I find out from someone else, I might not be able to hold my temper."
Three weeks later the 14-year-old boy had a real crossroads. He had really mouthed off to his social studies teacher and gotten sent to the office. A zero for the day, and they had a test to boot! Would Dad find out? Scott finally decided that he would. He met his dad in the driveway after work and told him all about it. Dad said they would take care of it later.
About an hour after dinner, when everyone was watching TV, Dad said, "Scott, why don't you meet me in my bedroom?"
Of course, everyone looked up at that. "MInd your own business," Dad said roughly to the other kids. Scott went up the narrow stairs of the old house and walked into his mom and dad's room. He hadn't seen his dad go upstairs, but he must have. There was a chair right next to the bed, so that someone sitting on it would be looking at the footboard. Right next to the chair lay a small wooden paddle.
Dad walked in right behind Scott and immediately unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the loops, and then laid it down next to the paddle. He sat down on the chair. He motioned Scott over to him, in front of him, and they talked for awhile about the social studies class and what Scott had done wrong.
Then Dad reached out and pulled Scott's shirt out of his pants and up and off of his head. Before Scott had time to react, even, Dad was unbuckling his belt now, and unsnapping his jeans, and sliding them down Scott's legs, and taking his socks off with them. Now Scott stood before his dad only in his white Fruit of the Looms.
"Dad, I didn't mean it should be bare butt," Scott said, as his dad's fingers found the inside of the briefs and began to tug.
"But it needs to be, buddy," said Dad, and soon, Scott was naked. This was the first time Dad had seen the bush of brown pubic hair, light as it was, above Scott's small, dangling penis. His dad, careful not to touch the boy's penis, did brush the hair. "This what you didn't want me to see?" Scott reddened in embarrassment and nodded his head. "Looks about normal to me," his dad said.
Then Dad pulled Scott over his knee. Scott's chest and head lay on the bed. His bared butt was on dad's lap, his penis ground into dad's left knee. Dad's right knee was in between Scott's legs, spreading them. Scott pressed his head into the bedclothes, knowing that Dad was positioning him so he could spank the inside of his crack, and that Dad could easily see his butthole now.
CRACK! CRACK! The smacks of dad's hands had to be able to be heard all over the house. Before long, Scott was whimpering from the hand spanking, but then, he saw his dad reach over and pick up the paddle. CRACK! The rain of blows began. THey hit every part of his butt, including the tender area where ass met thigh, and the tenderer crack as well. It felt like liquid fire, and soon, Scott was sobbing into the pillow under his head, promising to be good.
Then, it stopped.
Dad stood him up in front of him, and let him rub his butt. His little dick flopped crazily while he jumped and rubbed, and dad saw it all, but he did not act like anything was wrong with that. When the jumping stopped, they talked again, until Scott's sniffles were almost done. Then Dad said, "Now for the final ten, buddy, with the belt."
"Oh, Dad," Scott said, "I don't think---"
"Over my knee again," Dad said, and pulled Scott back into place, identical to the manner he was draped over the father's knees before. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! and it went on until ten times the belt had kissed his bare ass. Then Dad pulled Scott to his feet again, and hugged him tight. He said he loved him, but would not tolerate such school behavior. Scott sobbed, and knew that he hoped he would NEVER be spanked like this again. But at the same time, he was thankful that Dad had done it right again, this time. It might hurt like hell, but this was the way it was supposed to be done.