"Well I know what I'd do with him."
"What's that?"
"A _d_a_m_n_ good bare-arse spanking."
"You do that with your two?"
"I certainly do."
Dave's sons Peter and Tom were 11 and 13 respectively; Bob's boy, Brian, was just 14.
"I do hit Brian sometimes, but I've never done that."
"Well, I think he deserves it for trying to persuade Peter to drop his pants like that."
"Would you... would you consider coming round to help me out?"
"You bet. Nothing quite like really embarrassing a kid that age."
"You like it?"
"Well, I only spank when it's fair and right, but, yes, I do like it. How about if I bring the boys to watch? That will add to his embarrassment."
"Okay. Why not? We single dads must stick together. When shall we do it?"
"How about this evening round about 7?"
"OK. See you then."
... ...
After tea that Saturday, Bob sent Brian to his room.
When Bob went upstairs, Brian was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. An attractive boy with brown hair and green eyes, still soft skinned and quite young in his way. He wore blue jeans, white socks, a white T-vest.
"I've managed to persuade Dave not to go to the law."
Brian blushed at the very thought of what he'd done and what might have happened.
"Thanks, dad. I'm really sorry about what I did."
"I know you are, but you're not off the hook yet, I'm afraid. You will have to be punished."
"I know that, dad, anything."
"Well it's not been in my hands... I had to let Dave decide..."
"OK, so...." his face altered perceptibly, "you don't mean..."
"He wants you punished like Peter and Tom..."
"Oh! Oh boy! I know what happens with Peter and Tom. It's gross, dad!"
"You'd rather he went to the law?"
"That's really the choice?"
"Yes - and he's coming here with the boys in less than an hour's time to show me how to do it."
"Oh _s_h_i_t_!"
"Brian! Language!"
"Sorry dad. I haven't got any choice on this, have I?"
"You haven't old son," Bob ruffled his son's hair. "And there's something else - he wants you in school uniform and these white briefs. Apparently it's the punishment outfit at home. The briefs are Tom's so they should fit."
"I've heard about punishment dress too. When do I come down?"
"When I call you. I suggest you take a shower and get ready now..."
... ...
Promptly at seven, Dave, Peter and Tom arrived. Peter was blonde haired and blue eyed, tall for eleven, wearing grey cotton jeans, black and white trainers, white socks and a green T-shirt. Tom had jet black hair and brown eyes, was chunky and muscular, wore black cotton trousers, black trainers, red socks, and a black shirt.
They all went into Bob's big kitchen and sat on stools round the long pine table; Bob served them drinks and cookies. When they'd finished, it was agreed that Tom should fetch Brian down.
... ...
Tom found Brian sitting on the bed reading a magazine.
"Hi. My punishment briefs fit OK?"
"A bit tight. I'm scared _s_h_i_t_less, Tom. What if I get a hard-on?"
"I will, watching. I always do. And I get hard when dad strips me."
"Thanks. That's a lot of encouragement."
"You shouldn't have tried to get Pete to show you his dick."
"It was only a game."
"He's a grass. You should know that by now. Come on, Brian, you'll just get them cross if you hold them up. Dad says I can stay afterwards - I'll try to cheer you up then."
"Some hope!"
... ...
Tom led Brian into the kitchen and resumed his stool. Brian was left standing at one end of the table, wearing black blazer, white shirt, red tie, black trousers, socks, and leather shoes.
"Turn away from us," Dave ordered.
Brian turned round. Dave got up and went to stand by his side. "Move your feet apart.... wider... that's right, now bend right forward and hold your ankles with your hands."
Dave went back to his stoool as Brian did this.
"Peter," Dave said, "go to Brian's side."
Peter left his place and went to Brian. "Turn back his blazer so we can all see the seat of his trousers." Peter carefully folded back the blazer, so it was a little above Brian's belt.
The material of Brian's black school trousers was stretched tight over his bottom.
"Have a feel of Brian's behind. Tell me what you think of it as a target for a good bare spanking."
Peter's small hands made their way around the outer contours of Brian's bottom, then spread over its surfaces. "It's a nice size, dad, a bit bigger than Tom's," he reported.
"Good boy!" Dave said. "Come and sit down and let's each have a good feel of his bottom, starting with Tom."
They all took it in turns to feel Brian's bottom. For Brian, this was both very embarrassing - and, bending over that long was painful. He was glad when they had finished and he was allowed to stand upright, his back aching.
For each of the boys and men, having that feel was to varying degree exciting. By the time they were seated all had solid erections except Peter, who was half-hard. They were lusting for more now.
"Take off your blazer, Brian," Tom said.
Brian removed his blazer and hung it on a hook on the back of the kitchen door.
"Now your tie and top shirt button".
Fumbling a little in his nervousness, Brian unknotted the tie and put it over the hook, then returned to face his audience and undid his top shirt button.
"Now tell us why you are being punished, Brian."
"Because I wanted to do something wrong with Peter."
"Undo the next shirt button."
Brian undid it. He was starting to blush.
"What did you want to do wrong with Peter? Be honest or it will be the worse for you."
"I wanted him to take his trousers down."
"Undo another shirt button."
Brian undid the third button, his smooth chest beginning to be visible.
"Would you have asked Peter to drop his underpants once you had his trousers down?"
Brian could feel his ears bright red. "Yes," he almost whispered.
"Undo another shirt button."
He undid his fourth button, revealing the top of his abdomen.
"So you wanted to see his dick?"
"Yes."
"Undo the fifth button. Tell Peter you wanted to see his dick... go on."
Brian undid his fifth button and said "I wanted to see your dick, Peter."
Peter grinned maliciously.
"Fine," Dave said. "Undo your next button and pull your shirt out of your trousers."
Brian undid the last button before his trousers waistband, then pulled his shirt out of his trousers; it was still held together by two buttons.
"Now, Peter, go and sit on the table in front of Brian."
Still grinning, Peter did this, so he faced toward Brian and away from the others.
"Peter?" Dave said.
"Yes, Dad," Peter looked back at his father.
"You were smoking in your room this afternoon, weren't you?"
Peter went ashen, "I....I...."
"You were."
"Yes Dad."
"Then I think we will give Brian his wish. Brian, take off his trainers and socks."
Grinning maliciously back at Peter, he unlaced and removed his trainers and pulled off his socks.
"Now his T-shirt."
Brian pulled off the green T-shirt, making Peter bare topped, his skin pure white.
"Lie back on the table, Peter."
Peter lay back, his legs still dangling over the edge.
"Undo and unzip his trousers."
Brian undid his belt and top snap and unzipped.
"Lift your arse so Brian can pull them off."
Peter complied and his grey trousers were hauled off. He was left in small silver briefs.
"Strip em off!" Dave ordered.
Brian quickly did so. Peter was lying back naked on the table in front of him. Brian was very hard, though his hardness was covered by his white shirt, school trousers and briefs.
"Climb onto the table, Peter."
The naked little blonde did so.
"Come up to this end."
Peter walked to the far end of the table, where Bob sat at the head of the table.
"Now lie across the table on your stomach."
Peter lay across the table, his ankles just over the edge, his bottom right in front of Bob.
"Feel his bottom, Bob, then give him a big spank on each cheek, just to remind him what's coming".
Bob had never had much time for Peter and revelled in squeezing his buttocks and then smacking each cheek, hard.
"Tom, go to Brian, undo his last shirt buttons and take off his shirt."
Tom did this and Brian was suddenly the focus once more, bare chested and aware that the bulge of his erection must be visible, as it was, in his trouser front.
"Let's go to your front room," Dave said.
Peter clambered inelegantly down from the table and they walked through to the living room. The two men sat on armchairs, Tom on one side of the settee. Peter was sent to stand facing a corner. He had a cute, tight little bum, still just pink from Bob's spanks.
Brian was told to stand in the centre of the room. His _c_o_c_k_ had softened somewhat in the move.
"Take off your shoes," Dave ordered.
Somehow the loss of his shoes, standing there bare chested and in his socks, made Brian feel infinitely more vulnerable. He was so aware of everyone staring at him.
"Take off your trousers."
The dreaded command. Nervously, in complete silence, he unbelted, unfastened, unzipped and took off his trousers, and was then left standing before them in tight white briefs and black school socks. His penis was soft now.
Dave got an upright armless chair from one side of the room and placed it by Brian in the centre, so it faced the arc containing the audience. "Sit there," he said, surprising Brian.
Brian sat, legs and thighs, arms, chest and back bare.
"Go over Brian's knees, Peter," Dave said.
The naked Peter lay over Brian's knees.
"Smack his arse hard until I say stop," Dave commanded.
It was a very smackable little butt - and Brian was angry with Peter for grassing him up. He did spank very hard and soon had Peter kicking and wailing. Only when Peter's bottom was bright red did Dave say, "Stop" and send a tearful Peter back to the corner.
"Put the chair back and stand where you were," Dave ordered.
Brian did this, aware, all too aware, that his dick was very hard and moist. "Take off your friend's underpants - " Dave said to Tom - "I think his penis needs to be set free."
Having his penis discussed in this way caused Brian exquisite discomfort, but this was nothing compared to the humiliation of having Tom drop his Y-fronts and take them away, leaving him in nothing but a pair of black short socks.
"He's quite well developed," Dave said casually, looking at Brian's swollen six inch dick, thin but evident pubic hair and well shaped balls. "What do you think, Bob?"
"Yes, good enough," Bob agreed.
"Bet you'd like a dick like that, Tom," Dave said.
"When I'm his age..." Tom said defensively.
"I think we'll have that pouffe on top of the occasional table," Dave said, climbing to his feet, collecting the leather covered pouffe and placing it on the centre of the solid rectangular coffee table.
"Get up and astride it," he ordered Brian.
He helped Brian climb astride and then had him lean right forward over the pouffe to hold the edges of the coffee table beneath. The effect of this was to spread Brian's arsecheeks very wide. "A nice arsehole," Dave said. "Come and review your son's arsehole, Bob." Bob joined him to savour the view. Dave gave him a broad leather strap. "He's all yours."
Although Bob had never strapped a boy before, he was soon going at it like a professional, reducing Brian to tears and pleas for mercy as he writhed around on the pouffe, his buttocks on fire.
Eventually, Brian was allowed up, told to collect his clothes and go to his room. Peter was allowed to dress and left with his dad. Tom had a hot drink with Bob and then went to Brian's room which he was sharing.
Brian was lying on his stomach, still naked, his arse very inflamed.
Tom sat by his side. "I know how it hurts."
"It does hurt," Brian confirmed.
"I've brought something - it's cold cream, it cools it down. Would you like me to put some on?"
"Gently!"
"It's OK, Brian, Dad does it for me sometimes. Spread your legs a little."
Brian spread his thighs and Tom began to massage his cheeks. "Am I doing OK?" he said after a while.
"It's ever so nice."
"Try this." Tom slid his greased fingers between Brian's thighs and massaged his perineum.
"Oh _f_u_c_k_! It's making me hard."
"Want to try something more?"
"OK."
Putting some more cream on his fingers, he started to massage Brian's inner cheeks occasionally sliding a finger over his anus. "Nice?"
"Cool! What next?"
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