"Please, dad, don't spank me."
"I'm sorry, it's too late now."
"Than please do it up in my bedroom. It's so embarrassing down here, with your friend."
I was the "friend", though in truth I had only met Andy in the bar that day. We had discovered a mutual interest - spanking.
David was Andy's only kid - fourteen years old - standing before us in the family room now, shifting anxiously from one foot to another, blonde-hair, solidly proportioned, clad in a green and black cotton shirt, a red T-shirt showing beneath, black cotton jeans, white socks, black shoes.
Andy had never had a witness before, but he was looking for something to intensify the punishment. It was working already.
"You should have thought of all this before, David. Take off your shoes."
"Aw, please dad!"
"Or shall we take your shoes off for you?"
David quickly bent and unlaced and removed his shoes.
"That's better. Now show James your butt. Come here and stand astride his knees - sit forward James - and bend right forward, hands on knees, arse back toward James. You know how."
I was astounded. I'd never had a young boy's butt so close. David's butt was ample, tight, firm, beautifully rounded, encased in his taut black jeans. "It's a good little butt," Andy said. "Feel it."
I reached forward and tentatively prodded.
"Don't be shy!" Andy said. "David knows his arse is mine once he's done wrong. Squeeze his arsecheeks, feel between his thighs."
I probed more vigorously. It was hard to handle the excitement.
"Sit across James' lap," Andy ordered.
David stood, then sat across my lap, putting his arm round my shoulders - as if I had always known him. "He's not being over-familiar," Andy said. "It's the position he has to take when I remove his shirt. Unbutton his shirt as far as it will go..."
I did.
"Now pull it out of his jeans, unbutton the rest and take it off."
I did so. The boys' arms were bare, his T-shirt fully revealed.
"Change lap position," Andy ordered Dave.
The boy slid round so he was sitting astride my knees, facing forward.
"Take off his T-shirt, please Jamie."
I removed his T-shirt. His back was smooth and bare.
"Come out onto the patio."
We went onto the patio. There was a long white plastic oval table. Jamie immediately lay on it on his back, his hands behind his head. His father reached down and pulled off his socks.
"Take off his jeans for me, Jamie," Andy said casually.
Nervously at first, I unbuckled, unfastened and unzipped him. He obediently lifted his hips as I pulled his jeans down and then off his ankles.
Such a sight! He wore tight silver briefs, his dick half hard within them. His white skin blushed red.
"Come down from the table," Andy said.
He came down, his dick hardening.
"Stand in front of James."
He did. Unbearably close.
"Take down his briefs, James, please."
I removed his briefs. To my surprise, his well-developed dick and balls were entirely hairless.
"I make him shave them," Andy said, guessing my thoughts. ""Time for the hygiene inspection," Andy said to David.
David, head bowed, climbed back onto the table and positioned himself on hands and knees, head down, legs well apart, butt rearing into the air. Dave beckoned me to join him behind the boy.
There was certainly no need for us to spread his arsecheeks - they were flared wide, revealing his tight young anus. "That looks OK," Andy said, producing a wide leather strap, which he brought down hard across both butt-cheeks. David yelped and buried his head in his hands.
Andy set about a thorough strapping, making David's arsecheeks and upper thighs uniformly bright red and causing him to shout and weep and beg for mercy.
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