"All right, son, get up and bring one of those chairs from the table over here," Dad ordered.

As I carried out his command, Dad took a few practice swings with his belt at some imaginary butt for the benefit of his attentive audience.

I placed the chair in the center of the room, its high back facing the group on the couch.

"Now over the chair, Ray - and grab the seat."

I arched over the back and was barely able to grab the seat. That wasn't enough for Dad.

"I said over, Ray!" he growled, "I want that butt up in the air where I can get to it!" He pushed me farther down until I was on my tip-toes.

Dad asked the boys, "Can you see good and clear, fellas? Fine. And Ray - keep your face right there where we can see it between your legs. Don't you dare move it. Bud, let's have some pictures of Ray's white butt now that it's in such a nice position - just begging for my attention. Here, how's this?" He posed with the belt touching my left cheek, making me wince and clench my buns. Bud took a picture right at that moment.

"Stay up here, Bud. Pretty soon you're gonna have to click that camera mighty fast to keep up with me. I hope you have enough film. Now, let's get started."

I couldn't see Dad, but I knew he must have raised the belt because...

Crack!

...it whipped across my left buttcheek and I yelped.

I heard Dad say, "See that red stripe, guys? You can even tell where the studs in my belt are by those little circles." He ran a finger along the mark he had just made as Bud's camera snapped.

"I think I'll work on this cheek for a while. That red stripe looks lonely by itself."

Crack! He gave it company.

I howled, and bounced up and down on my toes. Then I didn't have time to think between licks because Dad kept them coming so fast. After about the fifth crack of the belt, I realized I had begun crying. Bud gleefully recorded on film each of the ten stripes with which Dad eventually decorated my left buttcheek.

There was a pause, then Dad told Mr Ricks, "I hoping that you'll give me a hand with this, Porter. I left the right side just for you."

Mr Ricks seemed hesitant. "I don't know that I should get involved in this father-son experience."

"Even after what he did to your boys?"

This goaded Mr Ricks into action. "That's right!" He jumped from the couch and headed my way. "Give me that belt!" Dad happily handed it over to him.

Mr Ricks had worked up a good mad. "I'll teach you to pick on my boys, young man!"

"Oh, Mr Ricks, I'm sorry..."

"Let him have it, Dad!" Sandy and Bud urged.

He did. Crack! Crack! Crack!

"Your dad was right - you deserve to have your butt blistered good!"

Crack! Crack! Crack! Bud thoughtfully recorded his father's performance.

"Hey, get back here!" Dad yelled. Mr Ricks had been whipping me so hard, I had pushed the chair forward several inches. Dad yanked me back.

Crack! Crack! Crack! My whole butt was burning.

After ten licks Mr Ricks stopped. Dad leaned down. "Nice work, Porter. Ray has a matching pair now."

"I guess Ray's had enough from me," Mr Ricks said grudgingly.

Bud took a closeup of what I was sure was my now blazing butt, and Sandy joined the crowd as they inspected my buns. "Boy, Ray's butt is red!" and "I'll bet that really stings!" were among the comments I heard.

If I thought that was all, I had another thing coming, because Dad had paused only to gather his strength before the next phase of my punishment.

"Tired of bending over that chair, son?" Dad asked.

"Yes," I sobbed through tears.

"Then get up! I'm gonna let you move around."

He pulled me up, and I noticed he had the belt again. Then with his free hand he grabbed my left ear.

"All around the room, son. Let's see how fast you can go." I just stood there, not knowing what he wanted me to do. Crack! went the belt across my butt. "I said move!" So I began half-running while Dad held on to my ear and whipped away. Once I reached round to protect my rear end, but the belt snapped my hands and I didn't try that again. Instead I tried to cover my private parts, once more bouncing for Sandy's and Bud's amusement.

They were sitting with their father on the couch again as I ran around it, stimulated by Dad's belt. Bud was hurriedly putting a new roll of film in his camera.

Around the couch and around the room we went. I begged the whole time. "Dad, Please!" Crack! "Dad!" But he wasn't satisfied until we had performed that maneuver a half-dozen times at least.

"Need a rest, Ray?" Dad asked.

I was breathing too hard to answer.

"Well then come over here and sit down!" He picked me up and dropped me into his easy chair. It wasn't so easy that making contact with my tender butt didn't make me howl.

"Don't like that, son? Sandy and Bud come here. Each of you grab one of Ray's ankles. Now pull his legs back - all the way to his head."

I was pretty much fully exposed in that position, as Dad pointed out. "You get to see everything at once this way, guys. Butt, butthole, even those family jewels Ray's trying to hide." And I could see the job Dad and Mr Ricks had done on my glowing red buns.

Dad raised his belt. "And now that those buttcheeks are stretched nice and tight..."

Crack! He began whipping me again with renewed vigor. Sandy and Bud cheerfully restained me as I struggled against the fiery assault on my rear end.

Since Bud couldn't hold both me and the camera, Mr Ricks graciously snapped a few shots of me in this humiliating posture.

I endured the belt with pleading and crying a long time before Dad stopped and asked, "Ready to apologize, son?"

"Yes, yes, yes, please let me!"

"Okay, okay. Let him go, boys, and how about moving back to the couch? As for you, young man..." He jerked me up from the chair and dragged me to stand directly in front of the Ricks's, still stark naked.

"Keep your hands to your sides, Ray," Dad warned when I tried to reach around and comfort my blazing buns. "Now, Ray has prepared a very humble apology he wants to deliver to you gentlemen. Go ahead, son."

Crack! He stood beside me, belt still active, as I began.

"Sandy and Bud..." Crack! I somehow managed to sob out the speech Dad had written for me.

Crack! Crack! Then Snap! Snap! My apology was punctuated by the sound of Dad's belt and the click of Bud's camera as he resumed his duties as cameraman.

At last that ordeal came to an end. Dad asked the brats, "Satisfied, boys? Here, better take a look at Ray's butt before you answer." He whirled me around and bent me over. Sandy and Bud came forward and once again examined my buns, each of which I knew must be exhibiting a bright scarlet oval with a criss-cross pattern shining through. "Ooooh!" they whistled, and occasionally pointed to an especially red spot. "I guess Ray's had enough," Sandy grudgingly admitted. Bud agreed even more half-heartedly, but only after taking another picture.

Dad sighed. "All right, son, you can get up."

I slowly and painfully rose. When Dad tossed the belt into his chair, I knew he was really through. Free at last, I reached round and rubbed my sizzling butt, dancing about as I did so, providing another embarrassing display of my bobbing private parts to the brats. Bud took his last picture as I hopped from one foot to the other in the middle of the living room.

"Why don't you go stand in the corner until I tell you to come out, son," Dad suggested. I scampered over to the nearest corner almost gratefully. At least I could hide my private parts, although I knew my red butt was glowingly presented.

I could see the rest of them through the corner of a tearful eye. Dad was talking to the brats. "Tell you what, Bud, I'd like those rolls of film you made tonight."

"Awww..."

"I need something to hold over Ray's head. If he acts up again, I'll have some eight by ten glossies made to show around. Now, if Ray's a good boy, I may let him have the film in say, six months time - just about when he'll be able to sit down again."

Bud reluctantly surrendered his treasure, then Dad offered them all refreshments.

Mr Ricks, however, declined. "It's late, and we really need to be going."

Sandy, casting a regretful gaze toward me, said, "Aw, do we have to, Dad?"

"Yes, Sandy. Besides, we have a lot to plan."

"Plan?" The brats looked puzzled.

"Yes, boys." Mr Ricks faced Dad, but was speaking for the benefit of his sons. "I discovered that Sandy and Boy told a number of boys at school about Ray's whipping, after I explicitly ordered them not to!"

The brats began to worry.

"I diid warn you, and you did disobey me, didn't you, boys?"

They looked shame-faced, and Sandy began, "Well, I guess we did, Dad, but..."

Mr Ricks ignored him and went on talking to Dad. "Luckily, a few weeks ago I bought myself a small but sturdy paddle. I knew I'd need it sooner of later to help me with Sandy and Bud's education. Well, it looks like that paddle's going to come in handy sooner than later. Obviously it's high time I gave their misbehaving butts a taste of it.!"

Sandy and Bud were utterly silent although their mouths were wide open in horror.

Mr Ricks smiled. 'This paddle has one of those comical inscriptions on it. You know, 'For the cute little deer with the bear behind?' Well, these two little dears are going to have bare behinds when I use it on them. Red ones, too, I might add."

The brats were still dumbfounded. They didn't find that a bit comical.

"So that's what we have to plan, boys - the details of the punishment party I'm going to throw for you! How does next Friday right after school sound?"

Mr Ricks pulled his surprised sons up from the couch. He then grabbed my underpants from Sandy's hand. "And I don't think you boys deserve this!" After depriving the brats of their trophy, he kindly brought them over to me. I quickly stepped into them, hoping Dad wouldn't object.

Instead, he put a fatherly arm around my shoulders and we walked over to where the departing Ricks family waited.

Mr Ricks shook Dad's hand. "Thank you for a very enlightening evening. And I'll expect you to help me break in the paddle next week."

Dad chuckled. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Mr Ricks turned to me. "Ray, I want you to be the first guess invited. I'll bring Sandy and Bud around tomorrow to extend the invitation in person. Just as they're going to do for every boy they told about your whipping."

"No, Dad, no!"

"Why not? You boys seem to enjoy parties so much. Now let's go!"

He propelled them out the door. My red hot butt began to cool as Dad and I watched them leave, and thought about the coming event.