Dad says a boy doesn't pull his own pants down for a spanking; he
has his bottom bared for him. I stand head lowered with my back to
a wall in my dad's den and tug the front of my t-shirt down over my
privates while he scolds me.
He is sits on the edge of his desk
with one hip and tugs his pant leg up at the thigh. His other foot
is planted firmly on the floor. His voice is loud and stern.
"What
will it take to get through to you Son?"
"Look at me Boy!"
I look up to meet my fathers gaze but nervously shift my eyes to the wall beyond him. I'm embarrassed. I can feel the open air on my naked butt and thighs. My tummy gets all full of butterflies when I think about the inevitable end to this lecture. Shortly Daddy will take me by the arm, position me, then apply his firm hand to my tender white little sittin' down area. I've only been spanked on a couple of occasions before but never on my bare bottom. Well, I guess that's gonna change.
Outside a car pulls into the driveway. I can see out the window; It's Mr. Duggan He's a friend of my dad's. I've always felt timid and a little nervous around him. He's a bit older than my dad, masculine, and very strong spoken. I'm afraid of him. I think he disapproves of me; doesn't think I'm meeting the level of responsibility that a boy my age should be at. At least that's the impression I've always gotten.
"Jack, I'm back here!"
My stomach sinks when Daddy calls Mr. Dugan into the study. He's gotten up and is walking around the desk to where his computer is when he spots me going for my pants and underwear. Then, extending his forefinger, he stops me.
"Just
you hold it right there young man!"
"We're not finished yet!"
"Mr. Dugan and I have an appointment but I still intend to deal with
you."
I back up a little closer to the wall and look around in silent panic while my father stands leaning over at his computer. A million thoughts go through my mind. I want to dart, make a run for it, but there's no way out of the situation.
Now Mr. Dugan is entering the room. I back up a little further and hang my head down in shame, hoping I can make myself invisible simply by remaining motionless.
"I finished your file last night Jack. It'll just take me a second to bring it up and print it."
I look up slowly then using my peripheral vision I watch Mr. Dugan as he turns his head and spots me then looks back to what my father is doing on the computer. Then he turns his head and looks more carefully at me. This time he eyes me up and down. Having assessed the situation, his attention goes back to his business with my dad.
"That's looks just fine Tom, You're a real wizard at this stuff."
I hope that Mr. Dugan will keep on pretending that he doesn't notice me and leave. He doesn't seem to be paying attention to me.
Somewhere in the middle of their conversation he returns his attention to me.
"I know that you are busy with other things
Tom."
"I hope I haven't come at a bad time."
I'm thinking to
myself, "Please no Please don't pay any attention to me."
I look
around the room nervously.
There voices become louder to call attention that the conversation may take a turn that will include my situation in the room.
"No no, not at all."
"My son and I were just having
a (he pauses while searching for a word) meeting, before you drove
up."
Then the two of them snicker the way already grown men do
when they are knowing more than us little kids.
"Well I don't want to interrupt."
They are both looking at me now. My gaze shifts from the floor then up slightly to look at the two of them out of the top of my eyes then back to the floor again.
"Oh don't worry about it."
"he's been needing what he's gonna get here for some time now."
"Another five minutes wait ain't gonna make much difference."
They both chuckle a little. Mr. Dugan's gaze is transfixed on me now. He's studying my obvious discomfort; taking note of my every change in posture, like he can see through me to some shameful little boy.
"Yeah
Jack, sometimes ya just gotta make their little bottoms sore."
"I know Tom. I seem to recall having a few, well, meetings with my
Dennis when he was this ones age."
"Oh yeah?"
"Ohhh My, was he
ever a handful."
"That boy was into everything."
"The only
thing that I was ever able to find that got his attention was a long
hard spanking on his bare bottom."
"Did it work?"
"Well, you've
seen Dennis now haven't you?"
"He's turned out just fine."
"How's he doing with school?
"fine fine. Well it's his first semester of college but that boy's pulling straight A's Tom."
The tone changes when their attention turns to me.
"I hope you don't mind me saying
so Tom but I always felt like this one could use a good blisterin'."
"I'm glad to see you given' him what he needs."
"Does he get spanked
often?"
"No, I'm afraid this is something new for him, I guess you might say a last resort."
"Oh, I've dusted the seat of his britches a couple of times and that seems to work for a little while but what he's gonna get here today is, well, shall we say, something new."
Now Mr. Dugan is clearly intrigued. He walks over to where I am and stands in front of me with his arms folded in front of his chest and looks down at me while he talks to my dad.
I tilt my head slightly to the side and look up at him out of the corner of my eye. His face is stern and his eyes penetrate. I can't look for but a second and my gaze goes back to the floor between us.
"Yeah, he needs it Tom. He needs it bad."
"I envy you Tom. There's something about rearing a young boy into manhood that does something for the both of you."
I'm starting to worry now. Mr. Dugan isn't leaving and I'm afraid that he's going to witness my spanking.
"I'm at my wit's end with this
one Jack."
"I just haven't been able to get through to him and
I'm worried that I won't be able to."
"The more I think about Dennis and you, the more I think Stephen here and I might benefit from your experience."
I look up to see a glimmer in Mr. Dugan's eye. I don't like where this is going at all.
"Well I'll tell you right now that
if you were to ask me for my help I could set this boy's seat on fire
but good."
"He knows it too."
"Did you hear that Stephen?"
"You're being awful quiet."
"What do you think about Mr. Dugan
here giving you your spanking?"
I look up slowly. My attention falls on his two strong hairy forearms. that are folded before him. then up to his stern face that hasn't changed a bit since he came and stood before me. When I look at his eyes a knowing passes between us that I'm gonna have a very hard time sitting down when I leave this room.
I shrug my shoulders.
"Jack, we've been friends for how long now?"
"About eleven years now; since this one was running around in a diaper."
"I've
always looked up to you Jack."
"If you think you can help my son
I think you should take it."
I look up again slowly. His eyes are determined.
"Come on Son, lets get on with it."
His arms unfold and he reaches out with one strong hand for me to move forward. I hesitate.
"What's wrong boy, didn't you hear me?"
"I said let's
go!"
I step forward and he takes me by the upper arm and walks me
to the middle of the room.
I'm still stretching the front of my
t-shirt down to cover my dick.
"You've got to make sure and keep
the upper hand with them when they get this size."
"Don't be afraid
to be firm."
"Remember who's in charge."
"A boy like this
needs to feel like he's being taken charge of, it makes him feel safe
and taken care of and instills a sense of trust and obedience."
"Don't regard his modesty. He's given up the right of dignity. He should be ashamed of himself, he's been a naughty little boy."
He reaches his left arm across my back and lifts my butt up by my right pelvis. I'm light on my feet now that Mr. Dugan is holding me up for my spanking.
The spanking is firm and confident, applied with his open hand to my ass. Steady rhythm and accompanied by a lecture that is both stern and calm at the same time.
"Try to learn something from this son."
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"Your not the first little boy to get his bottom blistered and you wont be the last."
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"Later on in life when you're a grown man and life knocks you down you might remember the time that old Mr. Dugan warmed your ass up for you."
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Things are beginning to, shall we say "warm up" back there and I fidget to change my position just a little and let out a quiet "owww" but the old man lifts me up and doesn't break stride.
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"I know this hurts boy, a spanking is supposed to hurt but someday you'll thank me for it and you'll thank your father for the spankings that I hope he will continue to give you."
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Daddy has gotten up and walked over
to where we are to watch closer.
"Listen to Mr. Dugan son, he's
telling you the truth. I want to thank you for helping my son and
I out this way Jack."
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"Your welcome Tom. It's going to be up to you to keep on top of him though. Sometimes we're afraid we may use too heavy a hand on the young ones and drive them away from us and it takes a third party to come in and set the standard so that both the boy and the father can see together what a properly administered spanking should be."
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"And with that in mind I can tell you both right now that this little boy here is in the process of receiving a spanking that he will never forget and most likely will continue to feel for several days to come."
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I'm afraid Mr. Dugan isn't kidding. This is the longest hardest most continuous spanking I've ever received combined with the fact that it's the first one I've ever taken on my bare ass. I don't know how much more of this burning I can take.
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"owwww..........OWWW"
I'm bouncing up and down on the balls of my feet to giggle the plump of my tender hot buns for relief but Mr. Dugan has a sure eye and a steady hand and continues to administer my lickin'.
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"OWWWWW.....OUCH........OUCH"
I've been trying not to cry, to prove that I can take it like a man but my pride is beginning to seem less and less important as the fire on my rear end begins to gain ground. My upper lip slowly lets go and tears well up in my eyes. Then I let go, the pain has overwhelmed me and I allow myself to cry.
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"waaaaaa......snif.....hic....snif......aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"
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"There ya go son........there's your spanking"
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"waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.....hic....waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa......oww..owww"
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"Maybe next time you stop and think before you smartmouth an adult you'll remember the way your butt feels right now, you think so?"
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"WAAAAAAAAAA........HHH..WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
My spanking has brought me to the brink of panic. I can't take any more! I reach around behind me with my hands to try to protect my naked hindquarters from the onslaught.
Mr. Dugan is stern now.
"Put your hands down
son!"
He readjusts our stance so that he has my arms pinned with his arm that's holding me.
"I....hic....I'm.....hic.....sorrrrry....aaaaaaaa..snif....snif"
"You should have thought of that before!"
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I struggle to work my way free.
Mr. Dugan stops the spanking for the first time since he started to take me by both of my arms. He leans down so that were eye to eye. My face is wet and hot from crying and I'm trying to catch my breath.
"hic.............hic.........hic."
His voice gently consoles me.
"Calm down boy."
I reach around to gingerly rub my soreness.
"hic.............owwww.........hic."
"A spanking is supposed to hurt."
"I know that this is a hard lesson you're learning hear today and when we're finished we're gonna have a talk about it but for now you have to understand one thing. You're the little boy and you don't decide when your spanking is over, I do."
Now I'm holding both my hands behind me to rub my bottom. The sensation that lingers is not entirely unlike what one might expect it to feel like to have ones bare buns placed down onto a hot pancake griddle to sit a spell.
"Owwwww......hic.....hic."
"Now you listen to me young man cause this is how it's gonna be. Since you're no longer able to stand up and receive your punishment, I'm gonna march you over to that chair where I intend to take you over my knee and give you a blisterin' you'll never forget. Now March!"
"WAAAAAAAAAAAA.....hic....WAAAAAAAAAA"
Mr. Dugan leads me by one arm to the chair at the other end of the room. He tugs his pant leg up with his free hand after sitting down then positions me over his knee and pins my thighs between his legs so I can't move my legs.
"This is for your own good Son"
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WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA....hic......WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
"Maybe it's time to assume a little more responsibility for our actions, huh?"
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WAAAAAAAAAAAAA.....hic....hic.....WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
"It's amazing how much clearer a boy can think when his ass gets warmed up for him, isn't it Steven?"
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OWWW.............OWWWW..OWWWW.....WAAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAA
The fire being applied to my rear end is so intense now that I'm kicking my feet and trying to push myself away with my arms.
"It's alright son, I've got you."
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Owww.............Oww............I....I'm....so..soorrryy
"Well, what do you think son, think you've learned your lesson?"
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OWW......y....yeeess
Then Mr. Dugan finishes popin' my seat with a few extra hard ones.
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"Stand up Stephen."
I struggle to
my feet though my knees are a little weak and gently touch the freshly
blistered surface of my bottom.
hic.................snif.........hic....
Mr. Dugan has Daddy come over to show him the proper degree of redness that my butt and upper thighs now sport. He counsels the both of us in a comfortable and frank manner.
"Stephen, you're going to think about this a lot over the next few days, especially when you go to sit down. Use that time to reflect on the things that we've discussed. Try to grow from it. And Tom, learn to recognize the warning signs. Pay attention to Stephen's behavior. He'll let you know when his rear end needs your attention, and when he does, don't waste a lot of time. Take him aside, lower his shorts, and spend a good amount of time and attention where attention is due."
With that he delivers one more sound swat with his cupped hand to the underside of my left butt cheek and squeezes with a little shake.
The End