"So how old is your son?"
"14."
"And you say you undress him and spank him?"
"Yes."
"Boy! I've sometimes thought that would be ideal for my eleven year old, but I've never really known how to go about it."
"You want to come and watch?"
"I can come and watch?!"
"I think it would be a good added embarrassment for Paul. He's getting too blase about his punishments now..."
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Dave was a single parent, Paul's father; Colin was married with an 11 year old son. His wife had often said he should spank their son and the idea had intrigued him, , so his arrival that morning at Dave's door found him excited and interested.
Dave opened the door and led him through to the large kitchen, where Paul was doing the washing up. As Colin walked in, Paul had his back to him. The boy had jet black shiny hair, quite long. He was wearing a pair of white sports shorts and a white T-shirt, with white short socks and white training shoes. His legs were long, smooth and brown. Paul turned - and Colin saw that the boy was wearing a very female pink apron and pink washing up gloves. He had a smooth tanned complexion and brown eyes.
"Paul, this is Colin. He's come to see how you get spanked so he can learn how to spank his own boy."
Paul's mouth dropped open, soapy water dripping to the floor from his gloves. "You mean..."
"Yes, he'll see the whole thing. Now, finish your task, make us a tray of coffee, then come through." They left the horrified boy to the completion of his work and the development of his embarrassment at the thought of being spanked in front of a strange man.
Dave took Colin through to his large dining room, which had a conservatory leading out into the garden at the back. They sat on white plastic chairs at one end of the long, oval, white, plastic topped and lightwood based, dining table. They were soon joined by Paul, carrying a tray of steaming coffee, and now divested of his apron and gloves.
Paul handed out the coffee and removed the tray. "Come stand up here in front of us," Dave said.
Dave and Colin moved their chairs out sideways from the table and Paul stood before them. "Clasp your hands behind your bottom," Dave ordered.
Paul complied. His shorts were quite loose and floppy, betraying no hint of his genitalia.
"Tell Colin why you are due a punishment."
Paul looked at Colin for the first time. "I was in trouble at school and they phoned home, sir," he said, quietly and shyly.
"Colin, perhaps you'd like to ask Paul some questions about how he is punished?"
"OK," Colin said. "Roughly how often do you get spanked, Paul?"
"Not very often, Sir. Perhaps a couple of times in a month."
"And are you generally spanked down here?"
"It varies, Sir. Sometimes here, sometimes in the kitchen, sometimes in my bedroom."
"Does your dad use his hand, or a strap or what?"
"That varies too, Sir. Often his hand, sometimes a strap, once a cane."
"Does he put you over his knee, or make you bend forward or what?"
"Sometimes over his knee, but less now I'm older. Sometimes bent across a table. Sometimes on my bed."
"How do you lie on your bed for punishment?"
For the first time, a flicker of discomfiture crossed Paul's face. "On my stomach... over pillows..."
"The pillows are to raise your bottom up above the rest of you?"
"Yes Sir."
"And are you allowed to keep your shorts on for your spanking?"
"No Sir."
"Or your briefs?"
"No Sir."
"Anything?"
"Sometimes my socks."
"Mainly when I forget," Dave said. "I think we'll get going. Go to your room, Paul and bring down two pillows."
Paul soon returned with two pillows which were put on a chair.
"I think we'll go about things differently today," Dave said. "Slip off your shoes and climb on onto the table."
While Paul was removing his shoes, Dave put the two pillows on top of each other across the table in the middle. "Climb up and lie on your stomach over the pillows."
Paul climbed onto a chair and from there onto the table, draping himself over the pillows, his butt upraised.
"Go to the other side of the table, Colin, and we'll sit opposite each other, level with Paul's hips."
Colin moved. Dave reached forward and placed his hand on the seat of his son's shorts. "When you're spanking, you need to get familiar with your boy's arse," he said. "Kind of take possession of it and feel comfortable with it." Dave was stroking all over Paul's butt, even a little way between his thighs. "Have a good feel yourself."
Dave withdrew his hand and Colin, tentatively at first then with growing confidence, began to stroke, rub and squeeze Paul's bottom.
"OK," Dave said. "Now, as Paul's said, there are many ways to go about the undressing. You can do it yourself or get him to do it in front of you, or a bit of each. But remember you're trying to cause maximum embarrassment. Turn onto your back Paul."
Paul did this and lay there, his midriff raised up by the pillows, looking straight up, neither to left or right. "Paul is not looking at us because he's embarrassed by his very hard dick, which, as you can see is pressing his shorts up into the air. Look at me Paul."
Paul turned his head to look at Dave. "Your dick's gone hard again, hasn't it?"
"Yes Dad."
"Turn to Colin and tell him your dick's gone hard."
Beginning to blush, Paul turned to Colin and said, "My dick's gone hard, Sir."
"Ask him to make you more comfortable by taking off your shorts."
"Please would you take off my shorts, Sir."
Colin hesitated. "Go on," Dave said, "he'll lift his bum for you as you take them down."
Dave stood and grasped the elasticated waistband of Paul's white shorts. As he tugged the shorts over Paul's erection and down, Paul lifted his hips to help. Paul was wearing white briefs. These too, of course, were tented up, with the difference that now you could see some pink skin colour beneath the tent.
"Kneel up", Dave ordered, "and sit back on your heels."
Paul did this. Dave removed his white T-shirt. Paul's skin was uniformly smooth and brown. "I have a good looking son," Dave said. "Feel the smoothness of his skin." The two men both stroked his back and stomach.
"Now, stand up on the table facing the conservatory," Dave told Paul.
Paul did this, now side on to each man, his penis jutting forward in profile. "Face Colin and take your briefs down so the waistband is just below your balls."
Quite unable to look at Colin, Paul turned and lowered his underpants below his balls, so his hard five inch penis was fully visible, with its small bush of black hair.
"Turn back round and kneel facing me on hands and knees."
Paul completed this operation.
"Walk back on your knees a little... stop. Now spread your knees and put your head down."
Paul's feet were over the edge of the table, almost on the arms of Colin's chair. "Can see much of his arse, Colin?"
"Nope."
"So peel his shorts down as far as they go in that position."
Colin peeled down Paul's shorts to reveal all of his buttocks, which were flared wide apart by the position in which he was kneeling.
"Can you see Paul's arsehole?"
"Certainly can."
"Does it look clean?"
"Looks fine."
"Good. Good boy Paul - come and lie on your back over the pillows."
Paul lay back, his briefs around his thighs. "Let's strip off his briefs and socks now," Dave said.
They pulled down his briefs together then each removed a sock.
"Turn over onto your stomach," Dave ordered, producing a broad leather belt.
Paul lay naked over the pillows, his tight well-rounded bottom raised up. Dave brought the belt down with a hard thwack across both cheeks and passed the belt over to Colin, who did likewise. Then they took it in turns, three strokes at a time.
Before long, Paul was writhing with pain and yelling out and by the time his arse was properly red, he was in tears and begging them to stop.
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