The telephone call had been terse and short, yet again Davids Scout Master had issues regarding his behaviour and wanted to come round to discuss them. Robert considered the call and the situation with his son.
David was essentially a good lad, but since his mother had left four years ago he had become gradually more unruly and difficult and now he was growing into a strapping lad. At nearly fifteen he was (if Robert cared to admit it) becoming quite intimidating. Only recently, when asked to move out of the way in the kitchen, David had turned round and patted his father on the bottom, tracing the outline of his underpants with his finger and then grinning at him before slouching out of the way. Robert had found that disturbing – not least because of the feelings aroused in him by his sons lingering touch on his backside and the finger used to follow the contours of his Y fronts!
The Scout Master, a Mr Wilkins – had been quite firm, David had been caught with his trousers and underpants around his ankles attempting to force another boy to engage in oral _s_e_x_ on him. David had actually been ejaculating into the boys mouth when caught. Mr Wilkins simply couldnt have such behaviour, was very angry about it, yet he did not want to expel David from the Scout Troop if that could be avoided. He felt that discipline was the key - but did not want to punish the lad without his fathers consent. Mr Wilkins was going to accompany David home from his Scout Troop meeting that night, to deal with the situation. Robert was apprehensive.
He was still considering the situation when the doorbell rang. It was Mr Wilkins and David. "Good evening Mr Smith, I am sorry to trouble you with all this, but it obviously needs to be dealt with, may I come in?" Mr Wilkins had his hand resting on Davids shoulder (David with his permanent scowl just looked at the floor). "Of course Mr Wilkins, please come in and we can discuss the situation" said Robert, seeing for the first time that Davids Scout Master was in fact a very large man, considerably more than six foot in height and, although probably in his mid to late fifties, very imposing in build and demeanour. Mr Wilkins was in full Scout Masters uniform and Robert could, in spite of himself, feel an inclination to call the man sir welling up inside him. He also could not help but notice from the (currently slack) bulge in Mr Wilkins trousers that he was the proud possessor of an enormous _c_o_c_k_!
"Lets go into the living room" said Robert, ushering his son and his Scout Master through. David said nothing and Robert could not help but notice that Mr Wilkins guided the lad forward by cupping one of his large hands around one cheek of the lads backside, firmly propelling him towards the living room. David did not resist and allowed himself to be guided into the room in this intimate fashion.
In the living room Mr Wilkins took one of the dining chairs at the far end of the room and placed it in front of and facing the sofa. He then took off his coat and hung it over the back of the chair.
"I have spoken in no uncertain terms to David regarding his behaviour and he understands I consider he should be punished – he accepts and agrees to this"
"Do you David?" said Robert, astonished that his son should be so compliant. "Yes Dad" said David in an odd wavering voice "Mr Wilkins has made me see he has a point"
Robert began to get a sense of what might be about to happen, but ploughed on regardless. "What are you proposing to do to punish David exactly Mr Wilkins?"
"I am proposing to give your lad a sound spanking, with his trousers on initially, then with his trousers down, in his underpants and, finally, with his underpants down, on his bare bottom – then we will see".
Robert (despite in his heart of hearts feeling his lad thoroughly deserved a sound spanking) felt he had to say something "This is my house and I will decide what punishment David should receive". "Usually I would agree with a parent" said Mr Wilkins," But we have to be realistic – from what I have been able to ascertain from David you have had very little success in chastising him, am I right?". "Well, yes". Said Robert, seeing now how this was going to go. At that point David muttered, "He hasnt got the nerve!" and openly grinned at his father. Mr Wilkins moved swiftly, in a second he was by Davids side and had slapped him firmly on the backside. Davids hands flew to his bottom instinctively to rub the sting of the blow. "You see what I mean?" said Mr Wilkins "He has lost respect for authority and he badly needs punishment and some humiliation to bring him back in line before it is too late, surely you can see that?"
"Yes, you are right" said Robert. "Perhaps it is something I should have dealt with a long time ago". "Not to worry Mr Smith, we can deal with David now and hopefully a good firm spanking will put him on the right road" Mr Wilkins moved over to the dining chair and as he moved Robert couldnt help but notice the magnificent bulge that was now growing at the front of his trousers, nor could he ignore the hardening beginning to grow in his own pants! Roberts feelings were very mixed – he felt the intrusion and humiliation at what Davids Scout Master was doing – yet he felt considerable _s_e_x_ual excitement and anticipation. It was almost as though he were anticipating having his own pants pulled down for a spanking!
Mr Wilkins sat on the dining chair "Come here David – bend over my knee lad" David (surprisingly quietly thought Robert) bent over Mr Wilkins knee. Mr Wilkins pinned the lad firmly down with his arm and began to spank his backside with hard heavy regular spanks WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHAK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. David began to wriggle and struggle quite strongly, but Mr Wilkins had him pinned down very firmly. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. The spanking continued relentlessly, Davids struggles gradually subsiding to schoolboy wriggling and gasping as his backside began to throb. Mr Wilkins stopped – "Stand up boy" he ordered. David complied and stood before him. Mr Wilkins reached out and slowly and deliberately undid Davids trouser belt, he then undid the waistband of Davids trousers and unzipped Davids flies. As he did this Davids trousers slid down until they were around his ankles. His father caught a glimpse of his sons white Y fronts, which were beginning to tent out at the front as his son began to experience a growing erection! "Step out of your trousers lad and bend over my knee" said Mr Wilkins – his breath coming a little harder now. David bent over Mr Wilkins lap and as his shirt rode up his underpants clad bottom was exposed. Mr Wilkins placed his hand on Davids bottom, fondling it and allowing his fingers to slip underneath Davids pants to caress his bare cheeks. Then Mr Wilkins began the second part of the spanking, and again the air rang to the rhythmic whacking as Davids backside was punished further. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK - Davids breathing was harder now and his wriggling more pronounced as pain of the spanking increased. He began to gasp and let out little yelps. Mr Wilkins began to spank harder and Robert could hardly believe what was happening. His own erection was now fully formed and straining out of his pants, he could feel a warm dampness in his pants as his _c_o_c_k_ began to ooze pre-cum which dribbled from his throbbing knob, soaking into the cotton. It was equally clear that both Mr Wilkins, and for that matter David, were becoming very excited by what was happening.
After some time the spanking stopped. "Stand up in front of me David" said Mr Wilkins. David did so and as he stood up Robert could see the enormous erections being experienced by both his son and his sons Scout Master! David stood in front of Mr Wilkins and Mr Wilkins reached up and eased down Davids underpants until they slid down around his ankles. Robert watched in excited fascination as his sons bare arse cheeks were exposed and his stiff _c_o_c_k_ was freed from the confines of his underpants. Without being asked David stepped out of his pants and bent over Mr Wilkins lap. Mr Wilkins was breathing heavily now and he pulled Davids shirt up to fully expose Davids bare bottom – which was starting to glow nicely. Mr Wilkins rested his hand on the bare cheeks and began to fondle Davids naked backside all over, allowing his fingers to drift into the cleft between Davids tender cheeks and gently probe his by now warm moist arsehole. Davids reddening cheeks quivered in anticipation. With a shocking suddenness Mr Wilkins gave David his first spank on bare flesh - WHACK! He then systematically spanked Davids bare arse as hard as he was able to all over, from the very tops of the cheeks down to the tops of the thighs. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK.
By the time Mr Wilkins had finished Davids arse was glowing bright red and the lad was a wriggling gulping crying picture of pain. However, Mr Wilkins did eventually stop. "Stand up lad" he said. Mr Wilkins stood up himself and Robert could see that he was sporting an enormous erection, which was threatening to burst his flies open! There was a small dark damp spot at the front of his trousers. He reached over to David, who was sniffling a little, and began to undo the buttons on his shirt and remove his tie. Eventually David was stripped completely naked and he stood there with a glowing red arse and a throbbing erection, his knob glistening slightly from pre-cum juice.
"Go and stand in the corner lad" said Mr Wilkins " I think its time your father realised the value of discipline himself" Robert knew he should do something but he was transfixed by the power of Mr Wilkins personality and his own delicious anticipation of what was to come.
Mr Wilkins stood up and began to strip. He removed his shirt and tie, and began to undo his trousers. "I suggest you follow suit Mr Smith, David is not the only one who could do with a bare bottom spanking around here – his behaviour is as much your fault as anybodys and you should shoulder some of the blame and be punished accordingly" By now Mr Wilkins had finished stripping and was completely naked. He was sporting a magnificent throbbing erection, which had already started to leak dribbles of pre-cum juice. Robert couldnt take his eyes off it and he felt rooted to the spot. The next thing he knew Mr Wilkins was right in front of him undressing him. He felt Mr Wilkins eager hands remove his shirt and trousers and slowly but firmly lower his underpants down over his quivering cheeks leaving them bare and exposed. In no time he was completely bare arse naked, his own erection throbbing and exposed. He was led to the dining chair and bent over Mr Wilkins lap. WHACK! came the first stinging spank. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK the spanking continued, making Roberts cheeks sting and begin to glow. Mr Wilkins continued to spank and he was aware of his son watching him being spanked completely naked by another man. The feelings of humiliation and submission were intense. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, continued Mr Wilkins until a glowing numbness infused Roberts cheeks and they glowed a bright throbbing red. Then Mr Wilkins stopped and, after fondling Roberts bottom and probing his moist arsehole in the same way he had done to David, indicated he should get up.
Robert got up and went and stood by his son, facing Mr Wilkins. Both of them stood there naked and erect with glowing rear ends. Mr Wilkins also stood up and came towards them – his erection out in front magnificent and throbbing. He took Davids shoulder and led him back to the dining chair.
"Bend over the back of the chair boy" said Mr Wilkins. David did so presenting his glowing arse cheeks for inspection. Mr Wilkins came and stood behind David, allowing his _c_o_c_k_ to rest in the valley between Davids arse cheeks. Robert was about to shout when, looking hard at him, Mr Wilkins said, " I am going to _f_u_c_k_ your lad first – then I shall have you, and please understand I shall do this any way I choose". As he said this he pressed his rock hard _c_o_c_k_ against Davids moist arsehole. The boy gave a yelp as his arsehole flared open to take the thick glistening knob and shaft and, gradually, inch by inch, Mr Wilkins thrust his _c_o_c_k_ all the way into the lad until his balls rested against the boys arse cheeks. He then, slowly at first, began to pump his _c_o_c_k_ in and out of the lad.
After a few minutes Mr Wilkins had established a steady firm rhythmic pumping and David was moaning gently as he was firmly _f_u_c_k_ed in front of his father. As time passed Mr Wilkins thrusting became faster and faster as he got closer to ejaculating. Davids arse cheeks bucked and trembled as he was _f_u_c_k_ed faster and faster and it soon became clear that the lad was at the point of no return. Yelping and jerking the boy was signalling his need for release, so Mr Wilkins withdrew slightly and allowed the lad to stand nearly upright with most of Mr Wilkins _c_o_c_k_ still up him. As he came upright David ejaculated, spraying a thick stream of hot creamy spunk all over the place. He shot again and again, huge gobs of spunk spraying everywhere as he came. Finally it stopped and the lad moaned as his ejaculation subsided.
All this time Robert had been mesmerised by what he was seeing. While his son was being _f_u_c_k_ed he had simply played with himself, stroking his throbbing _c_o_c_k_ almost to eruption. As his sons efforts subsided and Mr Wilkins slid his _c_o_c_k_ out of the lad releasing him he walked forward and bent over the back of the chair, almost without realising it. Immediately, he felt the rock hard helmet of Mr Wilkins _c_o_c_k_ press against his moist (and, it has to be said, very willing) arsehole. Mr Wilkins entered Robert and began to _f_u_c_k_ him hard – his whole body being shaken by Mr Wilkins firm urgent thrusts. The rhythm steadied and Mr Wilkins began to lengthen the stroke of his _c_o_c_k_ in and out of Roberts arsehole, Robert could feel Mr Wilkins _c_o_c_k_ like a giant pole inside him. The rhythmic thrusting continued and Robert could hear his son making little whimpering and gasping noises as he watched his father being bare back _f_u_c_k_ed by his Scout Master. It became clear that Mr Wilkins was near to shooting his load and Robert soon felt the warm wet spurts of hot spunk shooting up him, Mr Wilkins _c_o_c_k_ bucking and throbbing in spasm as he came inside Robert. At the same time Robert felt himself reach climax and he shortly began to ejaculate a stream of hot spunk onto the floor as Mr Wilkins began to ease his member out of Robert. As he came Robert looked up to see his son smiling at him, stroking a _c_o_c_k_ which was beginning to harden again.
He went to get up, but felt Mr Wilkins hand hold him down where he was. "Not yet Mr Smith – your son has something for you" Realisation dawned – Mr Wilkins was inviting his own son to _f_u_c_k_ his father! Robert saw David move round behind him and then felt his sons throbbing knob press against his arsehole. With a grunt David pressed his _c_o_c_k_ against his dads arsehole and entered him – sliding his rock hard shaft all the way in. David then began to rhythmically and firmly _f_u_c_k_ his fathers bare arse. Robert wriggled and moaned as his son _f_u_c_k_ed him – he knew it was wrong and may have consequences, but he was too excited to care. All he knew was that his sons stiff _c_o_c_k_ meat was pumping in and out of him giving him a magnificent seeing to. He jerked and gasped as he was _f_u_c_k_ed harder and harder by his lad and it wasnt long before he felt Davids _c_o_c_k_ jerk and spasm as he released a torrent of hot juicy spunk inside his father. As David withdrew his spunk slicked _c_o_c_k_ Robert stood up – his hand going straight to his own urgent erection. With both David and his Scout Master watching him he masturbated frantically until his own spunk was shooting in hot thick creamy jets over the carpet. Spurt after spurt shot out until Robert was totally spent.
Mr Wilkins began to pick up his clothes - " I shall be visiting you again Mr Smith – Ive made a start with you and your lad, but there is more to do. I will come back with David next week after Scouts to check on progress and deal further with the matter – I assume you do not have any difficulty with that"
All Robert could do, naked with his _c_o_c_k_ still dribbling spunk, was nod.