Following an afternoon of strenuous dad/son basketball at the local gym, Tom and his fifteen year old son, Jim, were in the locker room stripping out of their gym shorts and jock straps. Jim was going to be a carbon copy of his dad. He was already rapidly heading for his dad's 6'2" height and was going to have the same slender, muscular body. He easily passed for seventeen or eighteen years old.
After showering, Tom and Jim were toweling off. Jim realized that his dad had been quiet after the game, but said nothing. He had had a disagreement with some other boys and had known that Tom was not happy about it. Finally Tom turned, frowning, and looked his son in the eye. "Son, I was embarrassed by your behavior at the game. You were frustrated by the referee and the other boys, and I heard you utter a string of profanity that you know is forbidden. But most of all you let your temper get the best of you and you lost control of yourself, and I'm not going to have it." Jim blanched. He hadn't realized that his dad had seen this much of his outburst, and he knew there was little tolerance for unsportsmanlike behavior. And he knew that when his father was quiet there could be trouble ahead.
"Go ahead and finish drying off, Son, it's time to go home. And when we get there I'm going to take you to your room and give you a spanking. Jim's eyes widened in surprise and his hand automatically darted back to cover his still naked, damp bottom. Jim, desperately hoping the other men and boys in the locker room hadn't heard, pleaded in a hoarse whisper, "Dad, please don't spank me, I promise I'll control myself better." "I know you will, Son, especially after we've had our little chat with your backside over my knee."
Jim stifled a sob and continued to dress. His muscular, tight buttocks were, unlike his father's, smooth and pale, and as he pulled his white briefs up, they involuntarily clenched as he anxiously thought about what his dad was going to do to him. But he was well aware of his dad's expectations of him and he felt guilty about letting him down.
In the car on the way home, Tom continued to lecture the boy. "Your tendency to lose your self control has become more pronounced as you have become an older teenager. Left unchecked, such behavior could cause you to be suspended from school or, later, a job. I hate to have to give you a spanking, but I think I've let things slide.
As the car pulled in the driveway, Tom remembered that the grass had to be cut before the rain that was expected in a couple of hours. "I want you to go ahead and cut the grass now, Son, and after you've finished with that take a shower and come to the den to get me, then we'll go upstairs and take care of that backside of yours."
Jim fumed as he went to get the lawn mower. As much as he admired his dad, he could sometimes see why his mother had divorced him. "Everything has its time and place, Son..." he'd say. He hated to have things so scheduled out. It seemed to Jim as though his dad regarded his spanking as just another chore to add to the list, something that needed to be done after this and before that. He clenched his butt again as he thought about the way his dad would go about punishing him. He was never brutal the way some dads are, and he hardly ever caused bruises or other marks, but the punishment was always hard, long, and methodically administered. Whether Jim was over his dad's knee with his pants down getting a hand or hairbrush spanking, or on the bed for a whipping with Dad's belt, the punishment and lecture and subsequent corner time seemed to take an eternity. But at least it was always private, just between dad and son, with the bedroom door closed even if no one else was in the house.
An hour later Jim had finished his chores and had put the lawn mower away. He went to the bathroom and stripped his sweaty clothes off. As he showered in the warm water, he absentmindedly soaped and gently washed his buttocks, as though soothing them. He emerged from the comforting shower, dried off, and put on clean clothes.
Jim slowly descended the stairs and went to his father's study. "I'm finished with my chores, Dad." Tom said, "Great, son, let me just go out and check your work and I'll be right back in."
Tom went to the yard to make sure it had been properly cut and to the garage to make sure the equipment had been put away. When Jim had turned 13 he became sloppy on occasion and had once left the mower outside, resulting in a trip to the mechanic for service. That in mind, Tom established automatic spankings for Jim if there were discrepancies in completing his tasks. But everything was in order. The automatic spankings had resulted in a dramatic improvement on Jim's part.
"Great job, Son!" said Tom. "I appreciate that, and I'm going to put an extra $20 in your allowance this week as a reward. But now it's time for us to go upstairs and have a long talk about this morning." Jim clenched his butt cheeks. He knew what his dad's "long talks" consisted of... "Dad!" Jim said, "Please don't spank me! You can keep the $20 and the rest of my allowance instead!"
"Son," Tom said, "Mr. Jones told me that he had spoken with you before about your use of obscene language. I was disappointed to hear that."
"I...I...I'm sorry Dad," said Jim. "We'll talk about it later, Son, let's go on upstairs now," Tom said evenly.
Dad and Son ascended the staircase to the second floor. "Go into your room and wait for me, I'll be there in a few minutes," said Tom.
Jim sat dejectedly on his bed, worried that his dad had just found out about the other disagreements with his team mates. He lay down in the darkened room and fretted about the punishment to come.
Tom appeared in the doorway holding a large, oval shaped wooden hairbrush with a long handle. "Please, Dad, don't use the hairbrush on me," Jim said, blanching at the sight of the instrument he hated most. "I'm sorry, son, I have to use it on you this afternoon. I know how much it hurts, but you have to be taught a lesson. But I'm going to give you reminder spankings tonight and tomorrow morning, and if you behave during this spanking and keep your bottom well presented, I'll just use my hand for the others."
"Take your pants down, Son," Tom said. Without a pause, Jim hooked his thumbs in the waist band of his pants and shorts and lowered them to expose his well-defined, creamy white buttocks. "Take them down a little further, Son." "Uh-oh," Jim thought to himself as he pushed them down beyond mid-thigh. The boy knew that this meant his dad was going to concentrate on his tender low butt area. Normally his dad would just spank the area which would be covered by his briefs once he pulled them back up so he could swim in the pool wearing his Speedos and the other boys wouldn't notice that he'd been punished. Tom was considerate in that way; Jim's spankings needed to be kept private, for which Jim was grateful. But this time was different. The boy knew that his dad meant business this time.
"Come on, Son, let's get you over my knee now," said Tom. Jim complied, laying over his dad's lap with a little tremble in his legs. Tom methodically adjusted the boy's position, jacknifing Jim over his knee, so that the boy's head was down almost to the floor and his soon-to-be spanked backside was on Tom's left knee, his legs extending outward over his dad's right knee. At one time, Tom would have pinned his son's legs using his right leg, but when Jim was nine he decided it was time to teach the boy self control, and began to require the boy to stay still during his spanking and to keep his butt presented without clenching. That lesson has been taught relatively quickly by giving Jim a spanking on his upper, inner thighs as a penalty for excessive struggling and movement during the punishment, and to double his corner time afterward.
With the boy's backside properly positioned for the spanking, Tom paused a moment to roll up his sleeves. He looked at Jim's buttocks and decided to spank the upper buttocks first, from the top of the boy's ass crack down to just above the low butt crease, and then to reposition him slightly to lower the legs and smooth out the butt crease and devote the second half of the spanking to the low butt and uppermost thighs.
He was proud of his son's silent acknowledgement that discipline is a necessary part of a boy's development, and of the fact that the boy had the maturity to lower his own pants and present his bottom to his dad for punishment when instructed to do so. He even cooperated-- albeit somewhat reluctantly-- in keeping his spanking book up to date for their periodic review of the boy's behavior.
With a last look at his son's creamy white buttocks, Tom picked up the hairbrush, raised his arm and began the spanking. As always, the methodical father started the spankings hard and continued hard at a regular cadence that had the hapless boy jumping right from the start. The hard wooden hairbrush landed with sound smacks time and time again on the firm, muscular butt.
"Oh, Dad, please!" Jim cried out, "It hurts..." as his father continued the spanking." Tom began to lecture the boy on self control and reiterating the previous lecture as he continued laying the hairbrush on the boy's reddning bottom. "We've talked about this before, son, and this isn't the first time I've had to punish you for it..." "Oh, Dad, please stop," the boy pleaded. "I'm sorry, Son, you know this has to be done," said Tom as he delivered the blows in random order over his son's bare backside. "And stay still, son, and stop clenching or I'll lay you on the bed and spank your inner thighs."
Jim immediately obeyed his dad and did a better job of presenting his bottom for his spanking. "But Dad,...OW, OW! ... I didn't mean to do it! OW, OW, OH!", the fifteen year old boy exclaimed.
"DAD, PLEASE! I'VE LEARNED MY LESSON! OW! OW! OW!" cried Jim. "Settle down, Son, I have quite a bit more to do here," said Tom as the spanking continued. "OH, DADDY, MY FANNY HURTS SO BAD!" Jim sobbed as his tears started flowing. "I'LL CONTROL MYSELF, DADDY, I WON'T USE BAD WORDS ANYMORE!" The determined father continued to spank the boy without change in the determined cadence of the slaps.
Finally Tom paused. "Son, lets move you a bit so your legs go more down to the floor, I have to spank the lower part." Blinking tears from his and sobbing, Jim complied and bent his knees at his dad's instructions. Tom then spanked the boy's left low butt and upper thigh, continuing until it was bright pink. "OH, DAD, THAT HURTS!" "I know it does, Son," Tom said, "Settle down, now, and I'll do the other side." He then continued the hard spanking on the right side of the boy's tender sit-spot. "OH, DADDY, PLEASE, PLEASE! I'LL BE GOOD, PLEASE STOP!" cried Jim.
Finally, Tom stopped and rested his hand on Jim's throbbing backside. "That's all for this part of the spanking, Son, but I have some good news and some bad news. The good news is that I've decided not to give you tonight's reminder spanking. The bad news is that I've decided to substitute a little more spanking in this session and, at Mr. Jones' request, tonight at 8:30 I'm going to wash your mouth out with soap to teach you not to use foul language."
"OH, DADDY, PLEASE DON'T GIVE ME A MOUTH SOAPING, I'VE LEARNED!" cried the boy. "I think you need it, Son, and besides, I've told Mr. Jones that I would do it as punishment for the embarassment you caused him this afternoon. But as a concession, Son, I won't use the really strong soap that I've had to use on you at times in the past." Jim remembered being led to the bathroom by his ear for long mouth soapings by his dad, and then being bent over the bathroom counter and having his briefs taken down for a spanking with the long handled bath brush.
"Now, Son, I'm going to go ahead and finish up this spanking. We might as well go ahead and get your pants all the way off so I can spank down and in-between, into the tender areas," the father said.
Jim blushed furiously as he removed his previously lowered pants and briefs. The last bastion of his privacy was going to be invaded by his dad's hand and the hairbrush. Tom tousseled the boy's hair and wiped a tear from his cheek. "I'm almost done, Son, and you've behaved during the spanking, so I won't have to spank you too long down there. I'm going to use the narrow wooden kitchen spoon to get into the narrow places, and that won't be as bad as the hairbrush."
Jim's dad left the room and returned from the kitchen, spoon in hand. "OK, Son," he said, "Let's get this over with." Jim once again allowed himself to be guided over his dad's lap and positioned. "Now let's spread your legs a bit so I can get down in there, Son." Jim complied with a tremor.
Tom used wrist flicks to spank the boy's tender, private areas between his cheeks and down into the nether areas. Tears flowed once again onto Jim's face. "OH, DADDY, NOT SO HARD, PLEASE; PLEASE, DADDY, STOP, I PROMISE I'LL BEHAVE!" the boy cried as his dad continued the spanking.
"All right, Son, I've finished for now," Tom said reassuringly, "All we have left to do is to clean up your mouth before bedtime tonight and your reminder spanking tomorrow." Jim sobbed a sigh of relief, clutching his sore bottom. "Now, let's put your briefs back on," Tom said," but I want you to stand in the corner for 30 minutes with them pulled down a bit so I can check your bottom from time to time. And then I want you to write 250 lines, 'I won't use bad words and I won't lose my cool' and give them to me at supper.
Tom got a cold wash cloth and wiped the boy's flushed face with it, and gave him a big hug. Jim returned the hug, feeling safe and secure in his dad's arms, knowing that his dad's strict but loving guidance was best for him in the...end.