Charlie felt ashamed and scared as his Daddy drove him home from the mall. He had never seen his Daddy this angry. Daddy didn't utter a word to Charlie when he arrived at the scene of the crime. Looking at his teenage son in wet pants, who looked like a grade school child, Charlie's father couldn't be more disgusted. His son was still a little boy. He couldn't allow Charlie to get away with misbehaving this time. He pleased the security by assuring him that Charlie would be firmly punished. Charlie had assumed that this was an empty promise, meant to get him out of the store without punishment, but he was wrong, just as he had been when he thought he could get away with shoplifting.
Charlie's apprehension grew as the car ride continued in complete silence. Nervously, Charlie broke the quietness.
"Daddy, I'm sorry I stole that CD. I'll never do something so stupid again."
Charlie's Dad remained silent.
"Please don't be mad, Daddy. I'm really really sorry."
Daddy looked at his son and knew his remorse was not caused by his bad behavior. Rather, Charlie was just upset that he had gotten caught. He looked in Charlie's blue eyes and felt a tinge of pain in his chest. He loved this boy more than anything in the world and dreaded having to punish him. His instinct was to pull the childish teen onto his lap and cuddle him, kiss his little forehead and tell him that his Daddy still loved him. But Charlie's shoplifting conclusively proved that the sensitive approach wasn't working. Though he had never done it in the fourteen years he was a father, he had no choice but to take Charlie over his knee and spank him like the errant little boy he was. Daddy finally broke his silence.
"Charlie, I can't begin to tell you how disgusted I am with you."
"I know you are, Daddy, I'm sorry, I really am sorry, please let me--"
"Shut up, boy."
Charlie was startled by his Daddy's unusually aggressive tone and complied.
"Charlie, I thought that I was doing right by being lenient with you. I know you still miss Mommy and I've been trying to be both a mother and father to you since you were three years old. I love you so much that I've just wanted to hold on to you. If I lost you like I lost Mommy I wouldn't be able to go on."
Charlie hung his head and fought back tears as his Daddy told him how much he loved him. He was sure now that everything would be okay. Daddy pulled into the driveway of their secluded country home and parked the car. He saw his son trying not to cry, but when the two made eye contact, Charlie's tears flowed freely. Daddy told the boy to stay in his seat as he exited the car. Daddy walked around to the passenger side door and opened it. He unbuckled Charlie's seatbelt and picked the boy up. Holding his boy close to him in his arms, Daddy carried Charlie into the house, rubbing his back and soaking up the young boy's tears with his shoulder. Charlie was fourteen years old, but he looked like he was ten, and at the moment, cradled against his big father's chest in damp pants, he felt like he was a five year old little boy. The warmth of the moment felt wonderful to Charlie, and he was sure that Daddy had forgiven him for his grievances.
In a sense, Charlie was right. He would always have his father's forgiveness, no matter how horrible a transgression he made. But Daddy hadn't forgotten his only child's crime, and he knew that Charlie had to be spanked if he was going to learn his lesson.
As they entered the house, Charlie's tears subsided and his Daddy laid him down on the couch. Daddy rubbed his boy's tummy for a few minutes, continuing to calm the boy down before his impending spanking. Of course, Charlie knew nothing of this upcoming punishment. As he composed himself and tried to sit up, Daddy pushed him back down onto the couch. A startled Charlie inquired what was going on.
"Why can't I get up, Daddy? I want to change my clothes and go to bed."
"Charlie, you're not off the hook for what you've done today. I'll always be here to hold you when you're upset, but the fact is you broke the law today, not to mention the little trust I still had in you."
Charlie felt himself blush as he realized just how disappointed his father was. He loved his Daddy and was sad that he had let his hero down.
"How long are you going to punish me, Daddy?" Charlie asked hesitantly.
"I imagine about 20 minutes or so."
Charlie gave him a bewildered look. His groundings were always at least two or three days, and he had expected a much longer punishment because of the severity of the crime. Physical punishment hadn't crossed his mind.
"You're only going to ground me for 20 minutes?" This was too good to be true, Charlie thought to himself.
"I'm not going to ground you at all."
"What?" Charlie uttered, his mind trying to comprehend what was going on.
"It's obvious to me that grounding you is ineffective," Daddy said. "So I'm going to try a new approach. This time, you are going to be spanked."
The color drained from Charlie's face. Daddy had never spanked him before. This couldn't be happening. Suddenly, he felt incredibly helpless, lying on his back on the couch, in urine-stained pants, with his Daddy holding him down.
"Y-y-you're going to s-spank me?!?"
"Yes I am, and I think it's long overdue. Maybe I can beat some sense into you, not to mention some bladder control."
Charlie grimaced at the remark. He had hoped his Daddy hadn't noted the drying stain on his pants, and now he knew he had.
"Please don't spank me Daddy. I promise I'll be good!"
Charlie's eyes brimmed with fresh tears as his Daddy pulled him off the couch and onto his lap.
"I'm sorry, baby, but it has to be done. I can't have my little boy stealing from stores when I'm not around to look after him. Now let's get those wet pants off of you."
Charlie grimaced as his Daddy unbuckled his jeans and slipped the wet pair of jeans off of his body. His Daddy then pulled the t-shirt over his boy's head and threw it aside. Charlie felt very ashamed, sitting on his Daddy's lap in white briefs stained yellow in the front, smelling of stale piss. He prayed that his Daddy wouldn't take his undies off. He already felt like a little boy; having his Daddy see his immature penis would only make it worse.
"I can't believe you pissed yourself, son. You look like you should still be in grade school."
Charlie cried harder as his Daddy examined his piss-stained briefs. He was embarrased by the little bulge his tiny penis and balls made, and was clinging to hope that his boyhood wouldn't be exposed.
"Well, it's not healthy to have those wet underpants on your skin. I guess they should come off also."
Charlie felt his humiliation grow as his father pulled off his wet briefs. His shame was complete as his hairless equipment was exposed to his father for the first time in years.
"Well, son. I see why you like to be cuddled like a little boy. It's clear that you still are one. No wonder you're misbehaving so badly. You obviously resent me treating you like a teenager. Well that stops here."
Daddy turned Charlie around, exposing his boy butt, and placed him firmly over his knee.
To be continued...