Adam's mother had stopped spanking him when he was six years old. His Dad hadn't spanked him since he turned 13.

"Teenagers are too old for spanking, son," Dad had told him. "From now on, you'll have privileges taken away instead. That will mean more to you than a quick spanking."

But now Adam had just turned 16 and he was in major trouble. He had been suspended from school (along with two of his friends) for repeated no-smoking-on-camous violations. His father had attended a conference with the school principal and as he drove Adam home Dad made the announcement.

"You've disobeyed my explicit orders, son, as well as established and well-known school rules. You've interrupted your education through thoughtless disregard of the rules. You've embarrassed me in front of the school authorities. You have given up your privlidge to be treated as a young adult." He went on with other such statements as Adam was forced to sit in the car and listen. It was how his Dad finished this lecturing that took Adam by surprise.

"When I was your age, son, your Gramps still punished me and your Uncle Norm physically. He used a paddle on us. To the best of my memory I was even punished that way several years after reaching the age you are now. I remember how humiliating it was to have my bare butt paddled and I decided to never do that to a son of mine. And I haven't. I've not even spanked -- much less paddled -- you for several years." They were now parked in the driveway to their home and Dad continued with his captive audience.

"But I now think that I've been in error. You see, after about age 15 to 16, my paddlings became so painful that I though twice about even *thinking* about doing something the equivalent of what you've done. And I don't mean the kind of pain you might think," Dad continued. "Oh, the paddle Gramps used was plenty painful, believe me, but it was the embarrassment and humiliation that I recall most. That was more painful and lasting than any paddle sting. The sting disappeared in a few hours, I felt the humiliation for days."

Adam didn't like the way this lecture seemed to be going. He almost knew what was coming next. Still, he was surprised at what he next heard.

"I called your grandmother this morning, before I came to school to meet with Mr. Andresen and to pick you up. Gramps, of course, is no longer around but your grandmother says she knows where that old paddle is. According to her it's still hanging on its hook in the basement. I can close my eyes and see it at this very moment. I'm sure your Uncle Norm can do the same." Adam began to squirm in the front seat, wishing this lecture would be over. Dad paused for a few seconds as if still making a decision.

"You and I will drive up to Lexington tomorrow morning and I'll show you that paddle. I'll show it to you the way Gramps showed it to me, son; with your pants off and you well bent over grabbing your ankles."

"But Dad," Adam said in honest shock.

"No 'buts' Adam." Dad said. "For the first time in your young life you're going to be paddled. I've made up my mind. Perhaps I should have done this a long time ago. I honestly don't know. But that's behind us. You will be paddled now. You'll not enjoy it, I promise. Nor will I, frankly. But I haven't been too successful by not paddling you apparently. And the aspect of your behavior that disappoints me most is your blatant disregard of both school rules and of what I *thought* I had taught you." Dad started to get out of the car obviously not willing to hear any further argument from Adam. "Needless to say, son, you're completely grounded and since you're out of school for the next week, I'll have plenty of projects for you around the house. You are to spend the rest of today and the evening in your room -- no TV, no CD player."

The ride to Granny's house the next morning lasted a little over an hour but it seemed much longer to Adam as he sat nearly silent next to his Dad in the front seat of the car. He had plenty of time to contemplate his upcoming paddling and, never having been paddled before, he could only imagine what it would feel like. Would Dad really make him pull his pants down? How many swats would he get? Would he break down and actually cry? What's it like standing naked in front of your dad? All of these questions went through Adam's mind -- several times -- as the miles went slowly by.

"Who else knows about this, Dad?" Adam finally broke the long silence as they were a few minutes away from Granny's house.

"What? the paddling part? Well, your Mom and Granny, of course. And I called Norman this morning and told him. Your cousin Phil has been paddled all along and he's...what?.. only a year younger than you. But I guess Phil has told you about that, hasn't he?"

"Yes, sir. Although he's never said much; just that Uncle Norm paddles him. He doesn't like to talk about it -- to me anyway. He and I don't talk about that kind of stuff."

"Well needless to say my brother thinks it about time I used a paddle on you. 'Long overdue,' is what he said this morning. Your Mom is pretty much against it, Adam. But mothers usually are; they don't like to see or even think of their son's undergoing such an ordeal. But she agrees it might be best at this stage. And your Granny, my Mom, she's...well she's from another generation, Adam. A generation when boys were regularly paddled or -- even worse -- strapped. So she's not against it -- although she took a neutral stance on the phone yesterday when I told her what I had decided to do with you. So I wouldn't look for sympathy from any of them, son. Maybe your cousin Phil will empathize with you, but nobody else, I suspect."

"Phil!," Adam said. "He doesn't know does he? Why would he need to know?" Adam was aghast that his younger cousin was privy to what was about to happen to his butt.

"No, I didn't say he knows. I said that maybe he will have some sympathy for you." They had just pulled into the big driveway to Granny's house. Granny was now in her mid-60s and a widow. She was in good health and still took care of the inside of the large two-story home pretty much by herself. Her son Norm took care of the yard and arranged for major maintainance such as painting and cleaning the gutters since he lived only a few minutes away. Adam had been to this house many times, of course. As a kid he had spent days and even weeks with Granny while his parents were on vacation. He had never noticed a paddle hanging from a hook in the basement though.

As they pulled around the long driveway to the back of the large house, Adam saw his uncle's car. "That's Uncle Norm's car!," Adam almost shouted. "What's he doin' here, Dad. You didn't tell me Uncle Norm would be here." Adam was obviously upset at the prospect of facing his uncle; it would be embarrassing having Uncle Norm look at him "knowing" why he was there.

"Calm down, Adam," Dad said. "He only lives 10 minutes away -- as you well know, son. I didn't arrange for him to be here. Relax."

"But Dad," Adam said, still upset, "I don't want to see Uncle Norm. Come on, this isn't fair. Phil better not be here."

"Calm down, Adam. Unlike you, your cousin Phil is in school today Unlike you he's not been suspended for a week. Relax."

"But what about Uncle Norm?" Adam said. Just then, Adam's Uncle Norm came out of the house and walked toward the car waving. Dad got out of the car and walked over to his brother. Adam stayed in the car, wishing he could disappear.

"Mom's washer is on its last legs," Norm said. "I've put a new belt on it twice, once just now. She needs a new one. Do you want me to go ahead and get one delivered?

"Sure. Whatever you think," Dad said to his brother.

"Okay. I'll get one today or tomorrow." The two brothers walked the short distance to Norm's car and talked softly for a moment. Uncle Norm got in his car without even acknowledging Adam's presence. He started his car and drove out of the drive. Dad walked back to the car and leaned in the driver's window.

"See? No problem. Now go inside, say hello to Granny and then go straight to the guest room upstairs -- you know, where you and Phil sleep when you're here -- and wait for me. I need to talk to your Granny a little. If you need to use the bathroom, this would be the time to do it. Understand?"

"Yes, sir." Adam got out of the car and walked slowly to the big back porch. He was very nervous and to say that he presently wished he had never been caught smoking back behind the faculty parking lot would be an understatement. This waiting and anticipation was getting to him and the closer the actual event drew, the more nervous -- and scared -- he bacame.

Adam found his Granny in the kitchen. She looked at him and gave a very slight smile. They hugged. "I'm happy to see you, Adam, as I always am. I'm sorry you're here though, if you know what I mean. Your dad was paddled many a time, though, in this very house, It will soon be over." Granny looked at him rather sadly.

"I have to go upstairs now, Granny, sorry." Adam said as he quickly left the room and headed for the stairs, taking them two at a time. Facing Granny just now -- with her knowing -- was very embarrassing for him and he realized that he was now close to tears. He enterd the room where he slept on visits and sat on the bed, staring at the wall. Downstairs he could faintly hear his dad and Granny talking. He waited, suddenly very much aware of every nerve ending in his butt. The waiting was terrible, he decided.

Some ten minutes later, he heard his dad walking down the upstairs hallway. The house was dead quiet. Dad gently knocked on the bedroom door and walked in the room. "This was my room once," he said after a few seconds, looking around. "Your Uncle Norm had his own room across the hall." Adam had heard all of this history many times and wasn't much in the mood to hear it all again. He didn't realize that his dad was stalling for time. Dad was no more eager to get started than Adam was. He continued stalling by walking around the room looking closely at the funiture which was pretty much the same as it was the day he left for college. He opened the closet door, looked inside briefly and then looked out of the window facing the side yard. He had been in this room dozens of times since it was "his" bedroom, but on this particular ocassion many fond memories of his childhood flooded through his mind. "You know, son, they say smells bring the strongest memories. And it's true. Every room in this house has its own smell. The kitchen, the living room. The garage smells like your Gramp's cigers still. Every time I smell a Christmas tree I think of the downstairs den where we put the tree every year." Dad was really getting nostalgic and it was driving Adam crazy. He wanted to get this over with. "Why even the basement..." Dad suddenly stopped. "Well, it has its own particular smell too."

"I'll take you word for it, Dad," Adam said, not in a disrespectful but in a "let's get on with it" tone of voice.

"Yes," Dad said returning to the present, "down to the basement, now." Dad was suddenly all business and pointed out the doorway as though Adam didn't know the way. Adam slowly got up off the bed and walked out of the room, down the hallway, down the stairs leading to the kitchen, hoping he would be spared the embarrassment of seeing Granny again, and down the cellar stairs.

When Adam was a boy growing up, he had spant many hours in his dad's boyhood home. He and his cousin Phil had played throughout the house but they had preferred the attic to the basement. The attic was a friendlier place with good views from the windows and lots of places to hide and do boy-type things. Adam had taught Phil how to masturbate in a dark corner of the attic one summer day and they had often shown each other their "dicks" and butt holes up here, in secret. The basement, on the other hand, was dark and damp and had no views or decent hiding places. Adam now found himself standing in this large basement, though, waiting to be paddled for the first time in his life. It even smelled foreboding here today, he thought as he waited for his dad. Gramps had had a nice woodworking shop down here and Uncle Norm had pretty much kept it up to date, neat and tidy over the years. As he waited, Adam couldn't resist the temptation to look around for the paddle hanging from a hook somewhere. He didn't see it.

Dad came down the stairs and switched on the lights. He looked at Adam for a moment. Adam thought for a second that Dad was going to tell -- again -- how he had learned to work with wood and carpentry tools down here. Adam had heard this story a few times too. But Dad just walked over to a closet, opened the door and -- to Adam's surprise -- took a long narrow paddle from a hook on the inside of the door. Adam couldn't ever remember looking in that closet before and if he had, he didn't remember seeing the paddle hanging on the door. The paddle was about 14 inches long with a short handle. It was maybe three inches wide and about an quarter inch thick. Along its length there were two rows of seven small holes drilled through the paddle. There was a leather thong through a hole in the handle. It looked like it could cause some pain, Adam thought. Dad held it up and looked at it closely, turning it in his hand.

"Your Uncle Norm tells me this has been used on Phil a couple of times down here, but not recently." Dad looked around the large room briefly. "Bring that chair over here in the light, son." He said pointing to a chair in the corner. Adam picked the low-back wooden chair up and carried it back to the center of the room directly under one of the hanging ceiling lights. "Face it the other way," Dad said and Adam turned it with the seat facing away from him.

"Like this?," Adam said out of sheer nervousness.

"I know of only one way to do this, Adam, and that's the way it was done to me. Okay, shoes first," Dad said.

"Sir?" Adam said.

"Take your shoes off, Adam." Dad said again, sternly. "Don't stall. I know all of the tricks, son. You can leave your socks on; the floor is cold."

"Yes, sir," Adam said bending over to untie his sneakers. This was feeling very awkward to him and he was very self-conscious.

"Put them under the chair," Dad said as Adam slid his sneakers off.

"Put your clothes -- folded -- on the seat of the chair," Dad said. "Start with your shirt, then your jeans. Leave you undershirt and underpants on." Adam quickly unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, folded it and put it on the seat of the chair. He next unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and stepped out of then, folded them and put them on top of his shirt. He now stood with only T-shirt and jockey pants on. He felt even more awkward, not knowing what to do next or what to do with his arms and hands. The cement floor of the basement was cold. But he was happy to have his underpants on. Maybe Dad was just exaggerating when he referred to having to pull his pants down for Gramps. Although a pair of thin underpants probably didn't help much to diminish the sting, having to bare your butt would be horrible, Adam thought.

"Remove your pants." Dad said.

"Sir?" Adam couldn't help saying.

"Don't stall, son. Remove your underpants."

"Any way I could keep them on Dad? It's chilly down here." Adam said.

"No," Dad said. "Nice try, though. They come off...now."

Adam forced his hands to the waist of his shorts and began slowly pulling them down. He leaned forward slightly, needlessly, in a nervous attempt to hide his genitals for as long as possible.

"Just drop them quickly, Adam, and put them on the chair." Adam slid his pants off and turned to put them on top of his jeans. He turned slowly back knowing full well that he was exposed in a humiliating way -- especially for a 16 year old. His undershirt covered him only to just below his navel and his penis and loose-hanging scrotum were fully visible now. "Hands behind your neck," Dad said.

As Dad stood looking at Adam he could almost smell the embarrassment Adam was obviously feeling as his face, neck and half his chest turned a deep red. Dad knew the feeling well, although he hadn't stood where Adam now stood for some 25 years or more. He couldn't help thinking that he was looking at himself through some wierd time-warp. This sense of some sort of deja-vu was re-enforced as he noticed Adam's penis stiffening and growing. Yes, Dad recalled this phenomenon too: having an erection for some reason while waiting to receive a paddling. In a way, Dad was glad to see Adam's burgeoning erection; it proved that his own experiences in this very basement, under these same circumstances were -- if not normal -- at least not unheard of.

"Dad....?," Adam said, deeply embarrassed now and almost pleading.

"It's normal, Adam, if that's what you're concerned about." Adam had not been this embarrassed since Dad had one day suggested to him that he wear underpants under his pajama pants to absorb the semen from his wet dreams. That was several years ago and his mother had apparently asked Dad to have a talk with Adam about the condition of his bed sheets. That was embarrassing but not as embarrassing as standing nearly naked in front of Dad with a quickly growing hard-on!

"Please, Dad..." Adam said.

"Okay, son, turn around. It's your butt that I'm concerned with at the moment anyway." Adam quickly shuffled and faced away from Dad only to realize that now Dad had a view of his naked 16 year-old butt. Adam wished the paddling would begin; and the sooner, the better. He was about to get his wish.

Adam stood with his butt to his dad with only his T-shirt and socks on. His hands were clasped to the back of his neck which served to pull his shirt up, fully exposing his hairless, rather plump rump. The crevice between the firm buttocks was deep. His legs appeard muscular with little hair above his knees. Again Dad looked at his son and saw himself as he no doubt appeared to his dad some 26 years earlier. Currently out of Dad's view was Adam's erection.

"Adam," Dad began in an official tone, "do you know why we're here and why you're about to receive this paddling?" Adam hesitated for a moment, wondering why his Dad was asking such an obvious question.

"Ahhh...Yes, sir."

"Why?"

"I was suspended from school."

"Why were you suspended?"

"For getting caught smoking on campus."

Bend over, son, and grab your ankles." Adam slowly bent down. His humiliation grew as he now realized that his butt was not only visible but had just become the most prominent portion of his anatomy from where Dad stood.

"Not the first time, was it?"

"No, sir."

"So you knew better."

"Yes, sir." The suspense was terrible. Adam didn't know when the first blow would land. All he could see was the basement floor and his stockinged feet.

"Well, do you have anything to say before I begin?"

"No, sir?"

"Let's hope this serves not only as a painful punishment but as a deterrent to future such behavior."

Dad lightly rubbed the paddle across Adam's buttocks, taking aim. Adam flinched at the touch. The first slap came a few seconds later, landing hard on both cheeks. The sound of wooden paddle on bare skin was loud and sharp. Time seemed to have slowed down to quarter real-time for Adam. He heard the slap first, then felt the pressure of the paddle against his butt but no pain at first. Then a second or two later the pain hit him. Like a thousand needles being stuck in his buttocks at once. It took his breath and he started to stand upright reflexively.

"Don't stand, son. Keep your position," Dad said immediately. Adam bent back over. The pain was now at its highest but at this stage of the paddling began to die away quickly. In the time-warp Adam was experiencing, the last four seconds seemed more like thirty.

The next swat came a few seconds later and landed hard on Adam's left cheek. Again he felt the blow before the pain which didn't come for a full second later. It was intense. Again, Adam felt the almost irresistible urge to stand and reach back to rub his stinging butt. He struggled to keep from yelling.

Dad proceeded to deliver three more swats, all hard. One to Adam's right cheek, the next low on both cheeks near his upper legs, the last again squarely across both cheeks. These five blows were timed for maximum effect; just as the pain from one swat was lessening the next swat landed.

After the third swat, Adam began making a low, sharp, grunting sound at each swat. He had picked up the interval Dad was using and closed his eyes tightly just before each swat even though he couldn't see them coming. After the fifth swat, there was a long pause with Adam held in suspense not knowing if it was over or only just begining. It was during this interval that Adam thought to himself that if this was it, he could survive. The swats were painful enough -- especially the one low on his ass -- but bearable. If there *were* more and if they were delivered no harder than Dad was hitting so far, he could survive this ordeal.

"Do you have anything to say, Adam?" Dad asked.

"It hurts."

"Enough to make you want to apologize -- and mean it?"

"Yes, sir. I apologize."

"Anything else...?"

"I'm sorry to have disobeyed you, Dad. I won't do it again."

"Okay. Stand up." Dad said. Adam stood thinking that it must be over; the lecture, the paddling, the pain, the apology. Although his butt was still stinging and even felt a bit numb, it didn't hurt all that much. No big deal. Even his embarrassing erection had deflated.

"Stand behind the chair," Dad said. Oh-oh, Adam thought, it isn't over after all. He stepped sideways the two steps required to put the chair directly in front on him. "Put your jeans over the back of the chair." Dad ordered. Adam immediately saw what was happening and why Dad wanted the jeans on the back of the chair. "Lean over the back, son, and grab the seat."

"_s_h_i_t_", Adam thought. There *is* more. _d_a_m_n_! He slowly leaned over the back of the chair and reached down to hold the sides of the seat tightly. The padding that the jeans were intended to offer wouldn't be needed, Adam thought as he took his position, since his stomach was a couple of inches above the chair back. He was, however painfully aware that his butt was raisied well up above the level of his back and that it must be presenting an excellent target for further swats.

"Spread your legs, son," Dad now said, "until your belly touches your jeans."

"Sir?" Adam said.

"You heard me, Adam. Do it." Adam widened his stance, spreading his legs and lowering his stomach until he felt the jeans. He suddenly realized that his spread legs gave a good view of his balls and his spread buttocks revealed his asshole. "Legs a little further apart," Dad said. As Adam widened his stance even further he felt the cool basement air against his balls and asshole. He also felt himself getting another erection. If it wern't for the back of the chair and his jeans, his stiff penis would have been pressing up against his stomach out of view. As it was, Dad had a good view of his erection which was now pointing directly down towards the floor.

Adam imagined what his dad must be looking at: his spread butt cheeks, his balls, his asshole and his stiff dick. Adam's embarrassment and humiliation at exposing himself like this -- even, or especially, to his dad -- was immense. This had to be one of the worst moments of his life.

"Okay, son, hold that position. Keep your butt up, your legs wide apart and keep your grip on the seat. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. We will continue with the punishment part then move on to the deterrent part." Again Dad lightly rubbed the paddle around Adam's buttocks and on the inside of the exposed part of his upper legs. Then without warning Dad landed a swat low on Adam's butt with the paddle coming into contact with his legs too. For the first time, Adam cried out.

"Awwllllll!" He yelled as he fought the urge to stand. After a few seconds during which the pain increased, the second swat landed hard, this one across the middle of his butt. Again, Adam couldn't keep from yelling. "Awwwwwlllllll!"

There followed a series of five hard swats across both cheeks. These were also timed so that the pain from one swat added to the pain of the next and Adam began to move his legs and butt around in a futile attempt to ease the pain.

"Ohhh, Awwwllll....awwwllll....awwwlll....awwllll....awwwwwwlllll!! Adam didn't know if he could take many more of these evenly spaced swats; the sting was horrible and quickly getting worse.

"Keep your butt and legs still, Adam," Dad warned and paused for a few seconds.

Dad landed the next two swats on the sensitive inside of Adam's upper legs, just below his buttocks. He had to switch hands and move to Adam's other side for the second of these swats. Adam wasn't certain, but he thought perhaps Dad had now used as much force with these last two swats. They stung badly, nonetheless. Dad paused, swiching the paddle back to his right hand. Although Adam's mind was on the pain he was feeling he also realized that his erection had disappeared.

"Okay, son," Dad said, "legs together now, but keep bent over the chair." Adam gladly brought his legs together, simultaneously raising his stomach up off the chair back. The next swat took him completely by surprise. It landed on his upper legs, halfway between the back of his knees and his buttocks. It stung badly and was followed in a few seconds by another swat landing almost exactly on the same location. Adam realized that although these swats were not particularly hard, it was the even pace with which they were delivered that caused the pain to mount to an almost unbearable level. His Dad knew what he was doing. He also realized that the pain was causing him to yell at every swat now no matter how hard he tried not to and that his yells were loud and as evenly paced as his Dad's swats. Grandmas had to be hearing these yells and the smack of the paddle, he thought, which only brought more humiliation to him.

"Awwwwwwllll......Awwwwllll," he cried. "Please...."

"Maybe next time you are tempted to blatantly disobey, you'll remember this; the sting, the embarrassment..." Dad landed yet another swat across both cheeks, perhaps the hardest blow of them all.

"Ohhhhawwwwllll...please, please...." Adam realized he was near tears -- as much from the humiliation as from the pain. There was a long pause.

"Okay, Adam. That's it. Stand up and turn around. Rub you buttocks if you want." Adam stood and turned facing his dad, reaching back to massage the sting from his butt. He didn't seem to object to standing exposed in front of Dad now, the sting was all that was on his mind. He was just glad it was over. "Go ahead, son, rub the sting out, it helps."

Adam's dad caught himself looking at his son's genitals; his fully developed testicles and his penis. He realized that he hadn't seen Adam exposed like this for many years and he -- like any dad -- took pride in his son's masculine 16 year old's anatomy. He'll make a fine father some day, he thought to himself.

The rubbing helped, Adam realized as he became aware of his nakedness once again. "Can I get dressed now?" He said, blushing.

"Yes, you can get dressed, son." Dad said. As Adam quickly pulled on his underpants, then his jeans he felt the heat coming from his buttocks. Hid dad watched him as he buttoned his shirt and stuffed it into his jeans. Adam reached under the chair for his sneakers and sat on the chair to put them on. Dad smiled slightly as Adam winced when his butt came into contact with the chair seat. "It will hurt for a couple of hours, son, but you'll survive. The car ride back home will be a bit uncomfortable I imagine. The humiliation you obviously felt will take much longer to disappear."

"Yes, sir," Adam said and couldn't help a slight smile as a tear rolled down his cheek and snbot dripped from his nose. He could afford to smile now that it was all over.

Dad walked over and mussed Adam's hair then tenderly pulled his son's head close to his side. After all of the embarrassment and all of the pain, this close, intimate contact with his dad caused the tears to freely come to Adam's eyes and roll down his cheeks.

"I'll go upstairs and spend a couple of minutes with your Granny. You spend a few minutes with yourself. She'll understand if you don't say goodbye to her today so I'll meet you in the car in...say...ten minutes." Dad started to replace the paddle on its hook but stopped. "Should I put this back on its hook and do I need to take it home with us, Adam?"

"Leave it here, Dad." Adam said.