"What's the matter son? You look a little nervous."
Kyle sat facing away from his dad, head lowered and staring at the floor, tense and full of anger. Mr. Thomson gripped the muscle between the boy's neck and shoulder, giving it a little shake. He had noticed the rebellion growing in his son over the course of a month or so and had put off dealing with the situation for too long. His most recent outburst had taken place only a half hour ago in the car on the way home from baseball practice. They had been arguing over Kyle's insistence on spending the night at a friend's. The boy's use of profanity resulted in his father pulling the car to the side of the road. The words were delivered in as direct and final a verdict as Kyle had ever heard from his father.
"You just bought yourself a spanking young man. As soon as we get home, you go straight to my study and wait for me!"
Kyle had been detained alone in the study for awhile but now his father was standing over him, waiting for a reply.
"I asked you a question son. What do you think about all of this?"
Things would go smoother if he could bridge the gap between them at the onset. He'd already decided that he was going to break the boy. It would be hard on both of them but it needed to be done. Kyle remained silent but his father was patiently persistent.
"You seem angry son. Why aren't you saying anything?"
Kyle remained steadfast in his rebellious silence. Mr. Thomson retrieved a chair for himself and took a seat facing the boy.
"Look at me son."
Kyle raised his head slowly. His face was hard and he was shaking with anger. His father was still calm but very serious and looked him straight in the eye. He pointed back and forth between them.
"We're going to have this discussion son."
The boy's gaze began to drop.
"Look at me."
Kyle lost his composure momentarily.
"What do you want?"
"I want you to tell me how you feel about what's going to happen here. You know what's going to happen here don't you?"
This last remark made Kyle feel ridiculous.
"Do you think your too big for a spanking?"
The boy lowered his head again.
"If you don't have anything to say we might as well get started."
This was meant to coax the boy into discussion and it worked. Kyle moved slowly toward the opportunity that was being presented to him. He took in a deep breath, looked his dad in the eye and answered.
"Yes."
His father shook his head as though bewildered by his son's answer.
"Yes........what?"
Kyle looked down again finding his father's bewildered look too hard to face.
"I........I think I'm too big."
"For what?"
Silence again. Kyle felt toyed with and he took his previous stronghold. The two of them sat there silently for what seemed like an eternity to him. He was looking down but knew that his father's eyes were trained on him.
"Come on boy, let's communicate."
The tone was gentle again and it gave the kid confidence in the notion that he could avoid the humiliation of a spanking. Slowly the armor from around his heart fell away and he looked up to his father.
"I think I'm too big for a spanking sir."
His father reached out and rested his hand on his shoulder, pleased to have broken through the stubborn defiance.
"See. That wasn't so hard was it?"
He allowed the boy a moment of relief before pointing out his misconception.
"Now, that's the problem son. You think your big, but your not."
Kyle's countenance fell and his head lowered. His heart felt more vulnerable than it had ever felt in his whole life. But somehow the defenselessness was easier to live with than the anger. Then he experienced a profound moment of understanding of what his father meant to accomplish with him. He was going to teach him respect.
"And the best medicine for a boy that thinks he's getting big is dad's hand on his bare bottom."
Mr. Thomson held his hand out, his palm slightly cupped suggesting the curve of the boy's ass. His tone had gone stern.
"Now get your butt up out of that chair."
What Kyle experienced next was accompanied by the sensation of butterflies in his stomach. He stood up slowly and slouched while his dad undid the snap of his baseball pants. His pants were pulled down and then his underpants along with his jock strap that held a plastic protective cup. Then dad's hands where on his waist and maneuvering him around to his side and then positioning him over his lap so that his cleats were lifted off the ground. Then his father's hand came to rest on his bare skin seat.
"Feel big now?"
The first tears rolled down Kyle's cheeks and fell onto the floor.
The spanking was administered in accordance with Mr. Thomson's philosophy of firm no nonsense discipline. Kyle bawled out loud for the entire event, removed from his own plan of stoic defiance. But there was relief in surrender and the torment of hatred had left him, being replaced by the lesser more objective torment being applied by his father's hand.
The spanking was hard and didn't end quickly. Mr. Thomson's method for determining the completion of a spanking was the basic yet reliably tried and true "redness of the boy's bottom" method. He liked to think that he and his son were working together as a team toward that completion. Kyle's butt cheeks were beginning to blush quite nicely and he was crying appropriately for the occasion. The crying was necessary. Not crying would have indicated need for use of a belt or paddle. There was only one point where the father felt he needed to break his rhythm in order to readjust his son who had begun to slide out of position.
"Get your rear end back up."
After that it only took ten or so more pops to finished the job and Kyle's entire ass was fire engine red. After the spanking was over the boy was permitted to pull his pants back up and after a few instructions on how his future behavior would take shape, he was dismissed.
The soreness stayed with him after he left the study and some time would pass before he could bring himself to sit down. The memory of the spanking would stay with him forever though. He would always remember the burning delivered by his father's hand and the lesson of respect and humility that his heart was taught to feel.