Scene Two: Rick's home, Saturday morning. Rick has awakened his son, Joey, and told him not to bother getting dressed: to go to the den in his briefs and wait there for further instructions. Joey considers defying his dad, but he is so surprised by his father's new no-nonsense attitude that he does what the old man says. How bad can it be?
[Joey waits in the den for more than half an hour, getting more nervous by the minute. Wearing only his briefs, he finds the room a bit chilly. He leaves the door open so he can hear what his father is up to. Apparently not much. Then he hears the sound of a doorbell.]
Joey (to himself): Great! If dad has guests he'll put this thing off and maybe I can wiggle out of it somehow. (He listens to the voices from the front of the house.)
Rick: Parker, welcome! It really is good of you to come. And Adam, this is a surprise.
Parker: Good morning, Rick. Beautiful day. Hope you don't mind Adam coming along to help out. I told him about your problem and he volunteered to help me carry these things. I was afraid he might be a little embarrassed to do it, seeing as he was on the receiving end not so long ago. But he is really grown up about it and offered to help in any way.
Rick (hesitantly): Thanks, Adam.
Adam: No problem, Mr. Hendricks. As I told dad, I'm practically an expert in how these things feel. I figured you could use my expertise.
Rick: You can call me Rick. That's fine, Adam, I don't guess Joey will mind one more visitor. And dammit, if he does mind, maybe that's a reason to call in a few more! (They all laugh.) Can I get you men some coffee or something before we get started?
[Joey has been listening, but he only heard parts of the conversation. He has no idea what the "things" are that Adam and Mr. Jamison brought, or what the three men had been talking about. He still has hopes that the interruption will spare his butt the expected punishment that day.]
Rick (loudly): JOEY, can you hear me? Go into the kitchen, will you son, and bring us three mugs of coffee. Milk only, no sugar. Right Parker? Adam?
Joey (in a softer voice): Dad, can you come here a minute?
Rick (approaching the door): Yes, son?
Joey: Dad, I'd be happy to help but you told me not to get dressed yet. I can't come out like this in front of neighbors. Let me go upstairs and put on my stuff and then I'll bring you coffee wherever you say.
[Joey is thinking that if he is nice and helpful now, his father will be lenient later, after the neighbors leave and the time for punishment comes around.]
Rick: Don't be ridiculous. You're lucky you have underpants on. Get the coffee right this minute or we'll get started with the festivities right here. (He gives Joey's backside a slap to get him moving.)
[Joey scrambles to get three mugs of coffee, but is totally embarrassed. He goes to the sort of school where the gym showers are in separate stalls, and he hasn't had to be undressed in front of anybody else, except maybe the doctor, since he was little. As a result he is extremely modest. He wished he were wearing boxers; they would cover more of his bod.]
Joey (to himself): _s_h_i_t_, this is worse than getting paddled. How could his father be so insensitive to make him serve guests almost naked? And what's this about "festivities"? He hated his father's sense of humor.
Joey (to the others, serving the coffee): Hello Mr. Jamison, hello Adam. Here's your coffee.
[He rushes back to the den, and is surprised to find the others following him into the room.]
Parker: Rick, let me show you what I brought.
[The two men huddle in the corner, unwrapping some long items. Joey doesn't pay much attention to them. He is too conscious of Adam, who is standing near him and staring at his mostly exposed young body. Joey feels a slight stirring in the genitals, which makes him blush and turn away.]
Joey: Dad, what are these guys doing here? Can't I go up to my room and wait for you until they're gone?
Rick: Joey, this is the time for you to be silent unless spoken to. These gentlemen came here to help me learn how to help you. Parker has a lot of experience with naughty boys and what to do with them, and so does Adam, in a way. You should thank them for their willingness to be here.
Joey (under his breath): yeah, thanks
Rick: WHAT WAS THAT?
Joey: I just said "thanks."
Rick: With an attitude like that, you can forget any possibility of leniency from me.
[Adam smiles, and gives Joey a knowing look.]
Rick: Parker, how should we begin?
Parker: Well, why don't we begin with trying out a few implements. Have Joey bend over the back of that chair.
Rick: You heard him, Joey.
Adam (with a mischievous expression): You're not going to let me keep those briefs on are you, dad? You always did me bare. (He makes the suggestion with a tinge of ambivalence. It would be fun to see what was under the briefs, but there is something very fine about the sight of Joey bent over with his tight white briefs outlining every detail of his well-proportioned rear. Well, you can't have everything.)
Parker: I don't recommend it, Rick, but it's your call. Maybe you'd rather he keep the briefs on while we're here.
Rick: Naw. If you say it's best for the briefs to come down, they come down. Any disagreement from you, Adam? I didn't think so. Shall I tell Joey to take off his underpants?
Parker: No, its better when they are taken off for him. Shows he's lost control over the situation. If a guy can't even keep others from stripping off his underpants he's in a pretty bad spot. (In a low voice:) In fact, Rick, this is a very important part of the punishment. Done right, it makes the boy sorry for his behavior even before the spanking starts. You need to accomplish this with maximum embarrassment to the boy. (Louder:) Remember how I used to do it, Adam?
Adam: Sure do. Shall I demonstrate (he volunteers eagerly)?
Parker: If its all right with Rick, it's all right with me.
[Joey looks around with amazement on his face. Was Adam--a guy only five or six years older than he was--going to pull down his briefs? This was TERRIBLE. This was UNTHINKABLE.]
[Adam, a dark haired, slim, 6-ft. college man, approaches Joey, the blond, 5'9" teen.]
Adam: Stand still there, pardner.
[He runs his hand down Joey's back. Joey shivers. Adam hooks his fingers under the elastic on each side of the boy's briefs, and then slowly, s l o w ly, s l o w l y lowers them to the ground. At first, a few inches of flesh appear, then a deep crack between the muscles of Joey's right and left cheeks, then the entire rear end, and then ... everything, exposed to the interested gaze of Adam and the two men. Adam steps back to survey the results of his handiwork. Joey's creamy white bottom stands in sharp contrast to his tanned torso and legs--testimony to the fact that they were seeing a sight that Joey carefully keeps guarded from other eyes. From his sandy hair through his hairless chest to his runner's legs, Joey was a fine specimen of American male adolescent. Ready for his spanking.]
(More to come)