"Where's Jeremy, Alice? He's going to be late for school."
"He's sick, my wife replied, "with a fever of 101."
"This is odd," I replied, "he was okay last night. And doesn't he have a math exam today? Where's the thermometer?"
"Jeremy dropped it and it broke -- but not before I saw it."
My suspicions aroused, I went to check on my stepson. The 16-year-old was in bed, dressed as usual in pajama bottoms and no top. "So, Jeremy, under the weather, huh?"
"I feel terrible," he moaned.
I put my hand on his smooth cheek -- "You don't feel hot to me."
"Well, mom just took my temp and it was 101, right mom?" Alice entered. "Honey, were you in the room while you were taking Jeremy's temperature?"
"No, after I gave it to him I went to get a drink for him."
"At his request?" I asked. "Yes."
"Let's step outside for a minute," I said. "Honey, Jeremy feels cool as a cucumber to me. I think the kid is skipping school."
"But the thermometer ...."
"I think it had some help getting that high," I interrupted,"do you have another thermometer?"
"Yes," she said, "but its rectal and I haven't used it since Jeremy was 5 or 6."
"Get it." As she headed to the bathroom, I went back into Jeremy's room.
"Sit up on the side of the bed, Jeremy. Now, look at me...I'm going to ask you only once, Jeremy. Did you fake this?"
"No!" Just then, his mother walked in, carrying the rectal thermometer and a jar of vaseline. Jeremy's eyes went wide, "what's that for?"
"We're going to verify your story, master Jeremy, and since you broke the oral thermometer, we'll do it the "baby way." Lie across my knees."
"But I'm too old for this," the startled teen whined.
"I don't think so -- get across my knees -- now!"
Slowly, the boy complied. As soon as he was in place, I lowered his pajama botoms to his knees, and took the thermometer and vaseline from my wife. Putting the end of the thermometer into the vaseline, I spread the boy's cheeks with one hand, and inserted the thermometer with the other. Waiting for the temperature to register, I admired my stepson's bare thighs, which were exceptionally smooth and fine,and the two dimples on ether side of his back just above his two firm, round perfectly shaped buttocks. After 3 minutes, I slowly removed the thermometer.
"Normal. Well, young man, it appears you are faking. That I can tolerate -- lying about it I cannot. Alice, please get me a ping pong paddle from the rec room."
While she was gone, I pulled Jeremy' pajamas down from his knee to his ankles, and off, leaving him completely naked across my lap, and I positioned his bottom for what was to come.
"Please don't paddle me, at least not until tonight. I've got gym class and the guys will see my butt. What will I say?"
"Tell them the truth...you were naughty and got your behind tanned,"I replied. "Mom," he said as his mother returned with the paddle, "I'm too big for a spanking. Please don't let him paddle me."
"I'm not going to overrule your stepfather, son." Without further ado, I raised the paddle and brought it down sharply on the boy's squirming bare bottom."
"crack."
"OW-W-W."
Lifting the paddle again, I noted with satisfaction the pink circular area at the center of the otherwise pure white buttocks.
"Crack --- crack --- crack ---. As I systematically continued the paddling, the boy's back repeatedly arched, exposing his bare tummy and groin to his mother. But modesty was not on his mind, only the stinging as I paddled every inch of his rear end. Legs kicking and tears flowing, the naked boy pleaded for forgiveness. Finally, after sveral minutes, the spanking stopped and I lifted the sobbing lad off my lap. As he stood in frontof me and his mother, both hands on his behind, I lectured him for several more minutes. Finally, I told him to get ready for school. As he pulled on his underpants, covering his scarlet buttocks, I couldn't help but wish I could be a fly on the wall in the boys' shower room 5th period today!