The doorbell rang and David answered the door.
"Hello, I am Alan Murchison and you must be David. Your father asked me to call."
Mr Murchison was an unassuming man in middle age, dressed in a suit.
"All right, David, I know who this is," David's father said. "Come in Mr Murchison and let's all go into the front room."
David was 14. His single parent father, Paul Fisher, was having a lot of difficulty with his only child, particularly at school.
They all sat down. David looked puzzled.
Alan looked across at the fourteen year old. He had light brown hair, was slender, of smooth skin. He wore a long white open-necked buttonless cotton shirt which partially covered his slate grey cotton trousers. Black trainers and white socks completed the ensemble. The boy was attractive!
"Mr Murchison has been employed by me to give you extra tuition, David," Paul said. "I have also asked him to assist me in disciplining you in view of the failure of my more progressive and liberal methods."
"Oh," David said, as if about to say more but then thinking better of it.
"I did tell you before this week's round of mayhem that something like this was possible," Paul said, "And I should add now that if you fail to obey and respond to Mr Murchison, I will be left with nothing but to ask your mother and stepfather to take you back."
This did shock David. It had never been threatened before. He certainly did not want to go back to that brutal man in that miserably cold house, miles from anywhere. He had friends here - and he liked his father. He had no choice now."
"OK," he said.
"We'll see if it's OK when we've finished this first meeting with you," Paul said. "Before we get down to any regular tuition, you are going to be punished for your behaviour this week. The old-fashioned way."
"The old-fashioned way?"
"I think you can guess some of that from stories I've told you about my own childhood."
"Oh." David was starting to remember the tales of embarrassing punishments suffered by his father at the hands of his grandfather. He started to feel queasy, somewhere deep in his gut.
"Well you may say 'Oh'. We have decided to make this punishment a test for you. If you disobey or run off, no tuition, back to stepfather."
"I wish you'd stop threatening that!" David said passionately. "I'll do it! All right?!"
"All right, David," Paul said. "I'm sorry I'm going to have to do this, and I know it will be humiliating for you, but it's the only way left. Mr Murchison, would you like to take charge of things?"
Alan felt an excitement stir, like a cool draught deep in his loins. The boy was his. "Right now, David. I would like you to turn on the lights and draw the curtains. That way we will keep your embarrassment inside the house."
"Am I going to have to undress?"
"Could you call me Sir?"
"Am I going to have to undress, Sir?"
"I think we will take matters one thing at a time. Part of learning to obey me is to do just exactly as I ask, without question. Do you understand, David?"
"Yes, Sir." David got up to do his task, feeling very shakey. There was something so calm, so in command, about this man. You knew you must not cross him. He turned on the lights and drew the curtains before returning to his seat.
"I think I will have you standing in the middle of the room facing your father and myself" - Paul and Alan were at each end of a three seater settee.
David stood in the centre of the room, facing the empty seat between them. He felt awkward and unsure what to do with his hands.
"Clasp yourhands behind your bottom."
'Bottom'. A word already in David's mind had now been used for the first time. Spanked on the bottom. Spanked on the bare bottom. Belted on the bare bottom. Made to strip bare in front of the family, even visitors. Kept bare. All his dad's stories flooded back in. He felt suddenly very afraid.
Alan observed that the boy had gone quite ashen. He was terrified. Alan's excitement grew. he could feel himself going at hard at the boy's vulnerability.
"Take off your shoes, please." Alan ordered.
David so much wanted to ask what was about to happen. He didn't dare. He stooped and removed his shoes.
"And your socks."
He stooped again and pulled off his socks.
His feet were bare on the circular woollen rug. Having bare feet somehow changed things. He started to feel embarrassed, almost as if he was already naked. Naked. Would he be naked in front of his father and this stranger? Is this where it was going? He felt his face begin to suffuse with blood at the very thought.
"Now please remove your shirt."
Remove his shirt. The man was inexorable. He removed his shirt, smelling the sweat of his own armpits. His chest was naked. Naked. Was he going to be naked? What if he went hard? At the very thought, his penis began to stir. He tried to think it away.
His father Paul looked at his son. The boy was attractive, so attractive at this age. And shy and unsure now, no longer the cheeky or even aggressive adolescent, back towards boyhood, smooth skinned. He felt himself going hard.
Alan looked at David. Barefoot, barechest, bare upper stomach. Just his trousers and underwear now, the boy blushing and sweating. At his mercy.
"Please undo your trouser belt David."
David's nervous fingers struggled with his buckle. His penis had grown a little, but not much; perhaps it would go down. There! His belt was unfastened.
"Now take off your trousers please."
Take off his trousers! He would just be in his white briefs. Were they clean? Yes of course they were, he'd only just put them on. Just in his briefs! He wanted to ask them to stop. To beg forgiveness. He knew it was too late for that. He undid and unzipped his cotton trousers, he dropped them to his ankles, he pulled them off. He stood up, hands behind his back.
"You are vey nearly naked, aren't you David?"
Very nearly naked. Naked. His penis started to stir again.
"Aren't you?"
"Yes Sir."
"We can already see your feet, your legs, your thighs, your upper body, but soon we shall be able to look at your penis, your testicles, your bottom. Your most private places. Turn round for a moment so we can have one look at your bottom in your briefs before we undress you."
David turned.
"That bottom of yours is going to be spanked, David. It will be quite bare. You will be quite bare."
There seemed no stopping this man. He was almost hypnotic. Images of being bare in front of these men flooded his mind. His penis took on a life of its own, went solidly, irrevocably, hard. This was unbearable.
"Turn back round, hands behind your back."
To the last detail. No opportunity to clasp his hands in front of him. He turned.
"My goodness!" Alan exclaimed. He stood and walked to David, grasped the waistband of his briefs, hooked it over his penis and under his balls, then sat once more.
David's penis was a good five inches, quite thin. A soupcon of hair could be seen at its root. David felt entirely mortified.
"Take off your underpants now please."
It was almost a relief. He bent and removed them.
"Give them to your father."
This surprised Paul as much as it did David. The naked boy, his hard penis bobbing up and down, walked to him and gave him his briefs. Paul felt a strange excitement at holding the briefs and being so close to his son's nakedness.
"I think you can lead us to your bedroom, David."
They followed David's pert naked bottom to his room. They all crowded in. His father drew the curtains as Alan turned on the lights.
"Kneel on the bed here." Alan indicated a spot in the middle of one side of the bed. Paul and Alan went to stand behind David.
"Now manoeuvre backwards a little so your feet and lower legs hang out over the edge of the bed."
David did this.
"And spread your knees.... further... quite wide. That's enough. Now bend right forward and put your head in your hands."
As David knelt, his slim firm buttocks spread wide, totally revealing his inner cheeks and arsehole. And he knew it. His last piece of personal privacy, gone. He felt utterly exposed and very sorry for himself.
A cool hand placed itself on his lower back. His father moved to the other side of the bed, sat on it, and held his wrists. Alan started to spank, hard stinging spanks, spreading them around, even to his inner cheeks and his inner thighs. Soon he was yelling out.
Alan stopped. For a moment, he thought it was over.
"Now turn onto your back and hold your knees up onto your chest."
He did this. His father and Murchison moved him so his bottom was right on the edge of the bed. His father took hold of his knees also. His dick was soft. His arse, arsehole, dick and balls fully exposed to view. Murchison re-commenced his hand spanking. His arse was burning. He was powerless and desperate. Tears coursed down his face.
The spanking ended.
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