I couldn't eat a bite at supper Friday. Mom asked what was wrong but I couldn't tell her. My little brother Wayne smiled wickedly at me all through the meal. Sandy and Bud must have spread the word at school that I was going to get a good whipping tonight. Dad joked away as he normally did, even winking at me a time or two.
I admit I held a forlorn hope that Dad was not really serious about this evening. I expected a whipping, all right, but wished that maybe what I had been through at the Ricks house was only a bluff to drum in the lesson more.
But when Mom and Karen and Wayne left for the movie, Dad closed the door behind them, then turned to me and said, "It's showtime, son!"
"Dad, " I pleaded, "You aren't really going to make me do this? The Ricks' aren't really coming over here, are they?"
"I told you, young man, that this would be not only the worst but the most embarrassing whipping of your life. And I meant it! You don't believe me?" The doorbell rang. "Well, here are Mr Ricks and his boys now. So let's go to the door and greet our guests. It's your party after all, Ray."
He pushed me to the door and opened it. Sandy and Bud stood there, grinning like Cheshire cats, alongside their dad. I had to shake their hands and thank them for coming.!
Bud beamed, "And I brought my camera, Mr Carter."
"Good boy!" My father patted him on the head.
Dad had them sit on the couch, and I had to stand a few feet in front of them, in the very center of the living room. He moved to the side, crossed his arms over his chest, and said, "Well. I think it's about time Ray got what's coming to him, don't you, fellas?"
The brats heartily agreed. Mr Ricks cautioned them, "Now, remember, boys - Ray is going to learn a lesson tonight, but I want you to learn one, too. So watch carefully."
Dad reached down and picked up from his easy chair his "best" leather belt.
"This is what I'm going to be using on my naughty son's butt, guys." He folded it and smacked it against his palm. "Nice and sturdy, but it flexes when I want it to. And look at those sharp little studs. Ray's going to let you know just how much those babies sting!" He let Sandy and Bud have a good look at the belt, then asked if they approved of it for my whipping, which they did, or course.
"Well, guys, what are we waiting for?" Dad walked behind the couch, leaned down on it, then faced me. "Time for a little embarrassment, son." All eyes were on me. "Take off all your clothes," he commanded.
"Dad..." I whimpered.
He raised himself menacingly, but leaned down again when I began removing my tennis shoes.
Sandy and Bud sat there and smiled as I unwillingly took off my shoes, socks and shirt.
Dad commented, "Now it gets interesting."
I had to force myself to undo my jeans and let them fall to the floor. I knew my cheeks must be blushing as I kicked my pants away.
Dad said, "You can stop for just a minute, Ray. Take a good look, everybody." They were already looking. "Doesn't feel too good to be standing there in the middle of the living room wearing just your underpants, does it, son?"
"No, sir?"
"Especially not in front of these boys who you wanted to show how big a man you were?"
"Ohhh..."
"Yeah. And it's about to get worse. Are you ready to see Ray buck naked, guys?"
"Yes, yes!" the brats squealed.
"Okay, okay," Dad laughed. "Look, Ray - you've got a captive audience here. So let's really show them something. Grab the waistband of your underpants, son. Now pull out. That's right. Okay - I'm gonna start counting, and when I say "three", I want your to pull your underpants down all the way to the floor."
"Dad, please..."
"Shall we wait until your mother and sister and brother come home?"
"No, no!"
"Then it's time for the grand unveiling." The brats snickered. "So here goes. One...two... three!"
My cheeks were tingling with shame as I let my underpants fall to the ground.
Dad announced, "And there's Ray completely naked, like I promised! Let's give him a hand, guys!"
Sandy and Bud, even Mr Ricks, cheered and applauded.
"You just stand right there, son, and let everybody get a good look at you without your clothes on."
Sandy and Bud leaned back and put their hands behind their head to enjoy my humiliation.
"Enjoying this, guys?" Dad asked.
"Gosh, yes, Mr Carter. We're really teaching Ray a lesson aren't we?"
"You bet we are! Ray won't forget this for a long time, will you, son?"
"Please..." I wailed.
"Hey, what am I thinking? Mr Photographer. Don't you want a picture of this?"
Bud jumped up and snapped the button on his camera. My mouth opened wide in horror as he took a picture of me stark naked.
He laughed then returned to the couch.
Dad said, "Hey, I know. Step out of that underwear, son. Now come over here and hand it very nicely to Sandy and Bud. How would you guys like to keep Ray's little underpants as a souvenir of this evening? Sort of a party favor - a punishment party favor!" Dad watched them toss my underpants back and forth, then returned his attention to me.
"Ray doesn't look like such a big man now, does he, Sandy and Bud?"
They chuckled.
"And how does it feel, son, knowing these boys are seeing everything you've got - even your little dickie!"
The brats smirked.
"Okay, son, let's really put on a show for these gentlemen. Do some jumping jacks. I want to see that little dangler of yours in action!"
I did as I was told, knowing that all eyes were directed toward my midsection.
Dad encouraged the brats to tease me. "Look at that willy go!"
Sandy smirked. "Yeah, and his balls are really bouncing too!"
Dad called to Bud, "Hey, cameraman! Get some pictures of this!"
Click! Click! Click! went the camera, capturing my humiliation on film.
After Bud sat down again, Dad said, "Okay, son, that's enough. It's time to see the main attraction of the evening." He leaned down to the boys. "You know what I mean, don't you?"
They looked at him expectantly.
"Ray's bare butt!"
Even Mr Ricks laughed.
Dad ordered, "So turn around, Ray. Bend over and grab your ankles, too - that'll give us a really nice view."
I had to obey. Looking between my legs, I saw Sandy and Bud laughing at the spectacle I was presenting.
Dad joked, "Aww, isn't that cute? Ray's naked little butt. White as snow. But it won't be that way for long." He smacked the belt against his palm again. "So get a lot pictures of it now, Bud. Kind of a before and after thing, you know. And smile, son." Bud walked up and snapped three or four shots of my upraised butt from several angles.
Sandy commented, "Gee, Mr Carter, Ray's bent over so far I can almost see his butthole!"
"Now, Sandy," Mr Ricks scolded.
But Dad interrupted, "Sandy, my boy, you are right. I promised that you guys would get to see everything, didn't I? And Ray will be happy to show you, won't you, son?"
"Yes, sir," I sobbed.
"Hmm. Why don't you ask us if you may?"
"Please," I practically cried, "May I show you my butthole?"
Everybody laughed. Dad said, "See how eager Ray is, guys?" He walked over and stood behind me. "Now, son. I want you to reach back and spread your cheeks apart - as far as they'll go. You'll have to do better than that. Wider, son. There it is, guys! There's Ray's butthole!"
More laughter.
"Come on up, Bud, and get some picture of this. I want some close-ups of Ray spreading his cheeks like that. Be sure you get his face in the picture!"
As Bud snapped away, Dad moved in front of me and bent down. "Feeling nice and embarrassed, son?"
"Oh, Dad, oh Dad!"
"Just think. Mr Ricks and his boys have gotten to see your bare butt, your little ballls and _c_o_c_k_, even your butthole!"
"Waah!"
"And I haven't even given you your whipping yet! But we're about to take care of that!" He stood up. "Time for a little spanky-wanky, right, guys?"
The brats giggled as Dad patted my left cheek. "One good old-fashioned butt-blistering coming right up!"