"That doesn't even looks like a rash, boy!" father said, as I lowered my pants and undershorts.
"It was much redder last night!" I said, pulling them back up. "Isn't that right!" I said to Gavin, who seemed like a deer frozen in the headlights.
"Yeah....I guess....I mean it was....um....dark....but I guess it could....uh....have been," Gavin mumbled with a shrug.
"Oh, come on, Gavin!" I whined. "You know how red it was!"
Dad looked at my friend. "Well, boy, was it red or wasn't it? You were here, weren't you?"
"Yeah, I guess, I mean, sure," he stammered some more, unsure how to talk to my father. "It was a pretty red butt."
"Yeah," I said, getting pretty upset all over again. "If you had come home when you said...."
"Don't start getting fresh with me, son!" Dad snapped.
"It's just not fair!" I said, slumping onto the bed. "First that you make him do it, now that you don't believe me."
"Boy, spare the pity-party," Dad said with a glare. "You know that _s_h_i_t_ doesn't fly with me."
"But if you had been here when you said you would have seen....!"
"But I wasn't," was all he said. I was speechless....how could I argue with logic like that? That was that weird "Dad Logic" that let you know that you were _f_u_c_k_ed.
"But you promised that if Gavin....ah....did it, then that would be it," I said, in one final attempt to make him see the light. "You said you wouldn't spank me anymore if he did it?"
"Son, let me tell you how it's going to be," he said, with the meanest look on his face – the kind of look that meant for me to shut my mouth. "I do not believe for one moment that Gavin was able to give you the kind of spanking that I would approve of, no offense," he then added to my friend.
"None taken," Gavin said, unsure.
"But he did!" I said again, not knowing when to shut up.
Dad sat there in silence for a moment. There had been few times that I had been this determined with my father, and he must have known it took everything I had to make a stand for him. Of course, I also knew that he loved to bring me down to size. I just wish I could read his mind.
"This is what's going to happen," he finally sternly. "I was going to let you off, and take your word for what happened last night," he continued – a statement I did not believe then, nor do I believe now. "But since you have decided to act like a brat, I think that it probably wouldn't hurt you to get another spanking by your friend, Gavin."
"What?!" This was un-_f_u_c_k_ing-believeable!
"If I am convinced," he said, looking between me and Gav, "Then I will never have to spank you ever again."
"But that is what you said last night!" I whined again.
"Zip it," he grumbled. "This is what's happening today. You should be happy I've willing to give you a second chance."
"But we...."
"If you taught him well enough," Dad said, looking at Gav with a smile. "Then, you are right and I am wrong."
"But I am...."
"If I turn out to be right, then it will show that you did deserve this," he said with a wink to Gavin.
"But I was....!"
"If I am wrong, which I am sure that I'm not," he said, looking back to me. "Then I am sure there was something you have done that you got away with, and just consider this punishment for that, then."
"But Dad....!"
"Like the time you swiped that five dollar bill out of my wallet so that you could go to the movies," he said with a wicked glare.
"Ahh....ahhhh...." I stammered, before asking, "How did you know about that?"
"I didn't," he said crossing his arms, "Until now."
_s_h_i_t_! I can't believe I fell right into that! And in front of Gavin too! _s_h_i_t_! _s_h_i_t_! _s_h_i_t_! _s_h_i_t_!
Nothing more needed to be said. I knew that I was beaten, in more ways that one. I knew that Dad was going to get his way, and that for the second time in 24 hours I would be across the lap of my 10-year-old friend's lap, getting my naked butt spanked.
(Did I mention how unfair this all was?)
The next minute or so was a haze – as if I was in a slow, dream where I couldn't wake up, and then...there I was again. Back to where I had spent most of the night before.
Back over Gavin's lap.
It had returned to this – Gavin and me. Or more precisely, my quivering, bare 14-year-old butt, and his anxious, small 10-year-old palm. What I had hoped would be the final spanking in my life soon became moot as my sadist of a father decided I had to go through this humiliation one more time, just so he could be certain.
The god _d_a_m_n_ed bastard!
If I had any balls at all I would have bolted that room and never looked back. I shouldn't have even gotten that first spanking! It was Gavin who _f_u_c_k_ed up! But does he get a spanking? No. Instead of being punished, he gets to be the one giving ME the spanking, and not once but twice! If I had any balls, I would have spanked him instead, and deal with the consequences later.
Without saying much of anything, I slowly had pulled my pants down one more time and went across Gavin's lap. It all felt like such a horrible dream. He was quite anxious to show off all he had learned, and pretty much when I got in place, he pulled me tight with his left arm, and began tanning my fanny with his right.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Just as we had gone through the night before, a series of very quick, rapid-fire spanks rained down on my bare ass.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!
He was much more determined to make a proper impression, and wasted no time maneuvering his little hand on all quadrants of my rump.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
The urgency with which he brought his hand down led me to believe that my young friend had been thinking about this all night!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOOH!" I finally called out, wincing from the pain.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Just as I taught him, he kept up a mighty pace, working my butt over.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!
The redness might have all but vanished, but the soreness from the night before was still there.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"OUCH! OHHH! OHHH! OHHHHH" I said, squirming quite a bit.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
His hand came fast and hard, as he brought his arm far above across his head and down swiftly across my aching cheeks.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!
"OOOOOOOOH!" I really didn't want Dad to see me cry, on top of everything else.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!
But my friend's relentless pace made me realize I would be sobbing as I had last night.
SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOOF!" He began to slow his groove up a bit.
SPANK!
Taking his time between the swats....
SPANK!
"Oooooh!"
SPANK
....to talk to my father!
SPANK!
"So, what do you think, Mr. Grey?" he asked.
SPANK!
"MMMMMM!"
SPANK!
"Impressive, Gavin," Dad said.
SPANK
"OOOOOOH! OHHHH!"
SPANK!!
"Evidently my son taught you well," Dad continued.
SPANK!!
"Yeah, he gave me all sorts of pointers," Gav said, as he sharply slapped the base of my ass.
SPANK!!
"OOOOOOH!!!" I cried out – _d_a_m_n_, I shouldn't have shown him that spot!
SPANK!!
"Yeah," Dad chuckled. "Matty hates to be slapped there."
SPANK!
"OOOH!" I cried out again, twisting my head around so that Gav and Father could see my tear stained eyes. "Please....stop....!"
SPANK!
That was Gavin's answer!
SPANK!
"OOOOH! Oh, Daddy, please....please I'll be good...." I sobbed
SPANK!
"....ooooooh, please make Gavin stop!" I was almost incoherent.
SPANK!
Gavin did stop after that lasts one. He looked to my father for guidance one way or another.
"Well, I'm convinced," Dad said. "I wouldn't have believed it, if I hadn't seen it."
*OH THANK GOD!!!*
"You can let him go, boy," Dad said to Gav.
"But sir," Gav said, still holding me firm. "Matt told me that I shouldn't stop spanking him until he is completely broken."
Huh?!
"Really?" Dad said, perplexed. "My son said that to you?"
"Yeah...."
"GAV....GAV....that was LAST NIGHT, DUDE!" I began blubbering more and more.
"In fact, he said that I was to turn it on and make it worse whenever he started to cry," Gav said adding one more....
SPANK!
"Just in case he's faking."
"Well, he looks well spanked to me," Dad said, to my delight....until he added, "But he is yours to punish, so who am I to stand in your way from finishing your job?!"
"WHAT!" I screamed. "Dad! PLEASE DON'T LET HIM DO THIS?!"
"Mr. Grey," Gavin said, ignoring my screams. "Could you hand me that fly-swatter over there, the one near the television."
"You going to use the fly-swatter on him?" Dad asked – I could tell he was getting more and more impressed.
"Just as he showed me last night," Gavin said, as he began to really beat my naked flesh some more.
WACK! WACK! WACK! WACK!!!
"OOOOOOH! OHHHHH! OUCH!!!! OOOOOOOH" I couldn't contain it anymore. I was crying rather openly.
WACK! WACK! WACK!
I squirmed and wiggled as best I could as that plastic swatter met its mark.
WACK! WACK! WACK!
"NOOOOO! NO! NO! NO!!!!"
WACK! WACK! WACK!
This was so much worse than the night before! I was being totally brought down to size by a child four years younger than me!
WACK! WACK! WACK!
"OOOOOHHHH! HOOOOOOOOO! OOOOOOOHHHH!!!!!"
WACK! WACK! WACK!
And all to the sanctioning by my evil father!
WACK! WACK! WACK!
All the fight had been beaten out of my. I just went limp and took it.
WACK! WACK! WACK!
"So, how did I do?" Gavin said, putting the swatter to the side.
"Pretty good," Dad said. "I don't know if I could have done better myself."
"Oh, I'm not quite done yet," Gav chuckled.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Please....PLEASE....!" I began to pant.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Matt told me to always give insurance spanks," Gav said.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!
"OOOOOOOOO! OOOOH! OOOOUUCH!" I yelped loudly.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"You know one thing that is missing from your technique?" Dad asked.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Pl-pl-please make him st-st....!" I tried to say through the tears and the sobs, as I began to punch the top of the bed with balled up fists.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"No, what?"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"I'll be good!" I managed to squeal, twisting my body again, before I let out an enormous howl.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"You need to talk to him through-out the spanking...."
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
The pain was making me blind to my surroundings. I stopped hitting the bed, and instead clasped both my hands together, as if I was praying....which I was!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"....tell him what a naughty little boy he is."
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!
"HHHHHHOOOOO! OOOOH! OOOOOOOOOOH" I moaned one more time, as I began to get the feeling that this spanking was never going to end!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"He HATES it when I do that."
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
I was now totally limp – all of the fight had been, literally, beaten out of me. Which is exactly what they had wanted....exactly what I had taught Gavin.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Gavin chuckled as he finished me off with two last whacks....
SPANK! SPANK!
I was so totally exhausted. It felt as if my ass had been through a meat grinder, what with all of the unnecessary abuse it had received the past two days. I didn't even want to look at either of them – I was so mad and embarrassed, but I was also humbled beyond belief. There was no way I couldn't be, having just been tanned by an over eager ten-ager, in front of my supportive father. I just rested there and weeped and weeped, not caring how foolish I looked any more.
"Talk to him, huh?" Gavin said, as he put his hand on my ass – I winced in agony. The slightest pressure killed me.
"Yeah," Dad said. "Maybe next time you spank Matt you can try that out," Dad said, as I just sobbed and blubbered over Gavin's lap – oblivious to the fact that he had just said, "NEXT TIME!"