"But dad, why are we all going for a drive?"
"I've told you why. Go in the back with your grandad. Your uncle Hugh can ride in the front with me."
"But what's going for a drive got to do with it?"
"You're going for a drive with us in order to get your punishment. I've told you that."
"But why not at home?"
"Because you've upset your mother enough already. This is man's business now. I've been too soft with you all these years - and now you're a thirteen year old tearaway. This is where it stops."
Thomas had been intercepted by his father, grandfather and uncle as he was on his way home. The boy was dressed in school uniform, black socks, shoes and long trousers, white shirt, school tie, blazer. Dark haired, smooth-skinned, with soft brown eyes, he made a good-looking but still quite small and boyish figure. They drove off.
"Do you know what kind of punishment me and your uncle used to get from grandad?"
"You never told me."
"Want to tell him, father?"
"I used to give them a good tanning on their backsides", Tom's grandad said.
"Oh," Thomas said, "Is that what...?"
"Grandad is only telling you part of the story," Hugh said. "It was how he carried out the punishment that really kept us under control."
"And where. And who with." Tom's dad added.
"What did you used to do, grandad?" Thomas asked.
"I used to embarrass them good and proper," his grandad replied, as the car pulled out of the edge of town and took a small road.
"How...?" Thomas asked.
"Well. I think we're going to show you, Thomas," Hugh said. "Give your grandad your shoes."
"But.."
"There are no but's," Tom's father said. "Show him, Hugh."
Hugh reached under his seat and drew out a broad leather belt. "If you argue," he said, "we'll beat your arse with this - and then we'll cane it until it bleeds with the cane we have in the luggage compartment. Do you believe me, Thomas?"
Thomas had always feared Hugh, the uncle with the evil temper who had been known to give him backhanders before. "Yes Uncle."
"Then unlace your shoes and give them to grandad."
They branched onto a farm track, leading toward a distant plantation of trees. Thomas handed over his shoes. His grandad gave them to his uncle.
"Now give grandad your blazer," Hugh said.
Again, Thomas complied and the blazer too was handed forward to Hugh.
The car drove into the area of woodland. They came to a gate and Thomas was ordered to open it and shut it again after the car. "He looks quite fetching," his grandad said. "Nice little butt."
"Is that what you used to think when you had us at your mercy?" Tom's father asked.
"Oh yes. Especially at that age."
Thomas climbed back in, having shut the gate. "Those socks look mucky now," his grandad said. "Take them off and give them to me."
Thomas looked at his grandad wide-eyed. "And don't dare to say 'but', his grandad said. "You know the penalty and you know Hugh means it."
Thomas peeled off his socks and gave them to his grandad who handed them forward to Hugh. It felt strange to be barefoot in the back of the car. He felt small going on smaller.
The car turned a sharp corner and came to a halt in a clearing in the woods. His father turned the engine off. There was a shack at one end of the clearing, with a small verandah.
It was suddenly very quiet, ominously so. "I think," Hugh said, with just the slightest shake in his voice, you can undo your school tie and give it to grandad." Hugh and Thomas' father turned round to watch as Thomas did this. They were looking as much at the young boy's trousers as at his tie. Imagining.
"And now your grandad's going to take your shirt off," Thomas's father said. "And we're going to watch and enjoy you being really embarrassed in front of us all."
Thomas's grandpa undid his shirt buttons, then pulled his shirt out of his trousers and peeled it back over his slender shoulders, handing it to Hugh. The boy's chest was smooth and bare. "Very nice," his grandad said approvingly, stroking the boy's chest and squeezing his nipples. "Lean forward."
Thomas leant forward, and his grandad stroked his firm young back. "Oh yes," he said, "Very nice indeed. Let's have him to the shack."
They led the barefoot, bare-chested boy to the verandah and up the three steps. Then they had him climb astride the verandah balustrade, one leg dangling on each side, his hands forward and holding the top of the balustrade.
"Well," Paul said, "here's the centre of our interest. I think the boy's father should be the first to explore it."
Thomas's father started to feel the boy's arse, starting at the top of his thighs and working upward, then back down and between his legs. Thomas shifted uncomfortably, and the other two held him in place. "I need to change," his father said huskily, and went inside the shack.
Tom's uncle took over the exploration, though more roughly, really squeezing the boy's arsecheeks painfully. Tom's father emerged, dressed, to Tom's utter amazement, just in a short black leather jacket, and sporting an enormous hard-on.
Paul went inside and grandad begin to touch Tom all over. Grandad's touch was gentler and more teasing. And grandad it was who lifted the boy's belt a little and inserted his hand underneath the school trousers and a little way down over his underwear.
Paul emerged, dressed similarly to Tom's father. Tom noticed that Paul's prick was bigger and fatter than his dad's. Tom was feeling very apprehensive now, but also aroused and glad he was face down. Grandad did not change clothes.
"Let's have him inside," Paul said.
They had Tom come off the balustrade and follow them into the shack. There was just one room at the front, a kind of parlour, perhaps, but it had been changed - there was an iron single bedstead in the centre of the room, covered by a clean white sheet, with white pillows. It was strongly lit from overhead, which intensified the feeling of whiteness. Two high, backless wooden bar stools were arrayed on each side of the bed. There was a camera on a tripod at the bottom end of the bed.
"Right," Paul said. "Today you are going to learn a lesson in obeying your elders. Kneel on the floor."
The boy knelt. Paul stood in front of him, his dick almost resting on Tom's lips. Tom could feel the heat. "Kiss my dick," he ordered.
Tom looked nervously at his father.
"Do as you're told," his father said.
Tom kissed Paul's dick. A tiny drop of Paul's precum adhered to his lips and trailed between them as he moved his head back. "Lick it up," Paul said.
Tom licked the pre-cum.
"Now put your dad's dick right inside your mouth."
Tom's dad changed places with Paul and had Paul take his _c_o_c_k_ into his mouth. He stroked Tom's head. "Very good," he said. "Take yourself to the bed and lie on your back."
It was only when he was lying on his back that he remembered his dick was hard. "Well, would you look at that!" his grandad said, reaching out from the stool where he sat to squeeze the boy's bulge. "The boy likes it. Have a feel, guys." They all started to tweak and feel his _c_o_c_k_ and balls through his trousers and pants. He shifted around uneasily. Paul went to the camera and took several shots of the boy as he wriggled and writhed.
Tom's grandad undid the boy's belt and top snap. Tom looked away and up in complete horror. Paul rushed down his zip and hauled off his trousers, as if it was now getting urgent for him to see more. His father took some photos of him in his blue briefs, still hard.
"Nudey time," Paul said lasciviously. "We're going to see your little dick, baby boy." He leant forward and sucked and licked the boy's _c_o_c_k_ over his briefs. Then he put his hand between Tom's legs, grasped the base of the briefs and ripped them off, fast.
"Wow!" Paul said.
Tom had a rock hard, thin, slender, hairless 5.5 inches, throbbing - and nicely formed balls. More photos were taken.
"OK", grandad said. "Come off the bed and climb over this stool."
He had Tom lie over the stool so his arse was uppermost, his head and arms dangled down one side and his legs the other.
"No, I know better," Paul said, picking up the pillows. He had the pillows placed over the stool and then Tom lie back over them. Then he widened the boy's legs and tied each leg to a stool leg. Finally, he tied the boy's hands up a little above his arse, behind his back.
This left Tom totally exposed and powerless and the men could clearly also see his young arsehole. Hands began to explore his arse and tickle his butt-hole. Then there were some small smacks, then spanks came raining down on his butt, until he was writhing around and begging them to stop.
At which point, there was a knock on the door - and in walked his teacher from school and two of his classmates, still in uniform.
"Oh boy, Thomas," one said, "you're in deep _s_h_i_t_ here. Can I have some spanks, Sir?"
The teacher looked at Tom's dad, who nodded. They obviously knew one another well. Soon the boys were spanking away....
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