Things had been going pretty good on the work front, I hadn't had to visit Dad for about three months for a real spanking although I did visit a couple times a month and we'd play around with the belt a bit, nothing excessive at all, just enough to keep things interesting. We both seemed to be getting into this game of ours even though it might seem pretty childish to most folks, I just happen to like to get spanked and Dad seems to like to do it and what better person than your own father to tan your hide for you? Getting to play at being a little boy for a while is very restful, I can tell you that for sure. The hidings with the belt ain't bad either. I was now totally unashamed to be seen masturbating in front of him and did so at least once during every visit.
The kid that I was training that at first drove me nuts, leading me to go see Dad for another paddling, had improved a lot but seemed to reach a plateau of some sort. Now first of all, get this straight, I call him 'kid' but he's actually 26 years old and hardly a kid. We had gotten together a few times outside of work and all told he was a pretty good guy but now seemed to need some urging to go further in his work.
I had him in my office one day to talk to him about his job performance. He had not slipped backwards but was not making any forward progress either.
"I don't know what's wrong," he said, "I just can't seem to focus on things nowadays."
"Too bad you don't have a dad like mine," I said, "he has a wonderful technique to help you focus, it worked when I was young and still does."
"What's that?" inquired the kid.
I paused for a few minutes. I mean I'll have to admit that it is a bit unusual for a guy my age to get spanked. Oh, what the heck.
"I'm going to have to ask you to keep this to yourself," I said, "it is pretty personal, really, but when I get mixed up and need to get back on track I go and visit my father and he has a sure fire method to re-rail me--he paddles my butt just like he did when I was a teenager."
The kid was a bit taken aback, needless to say. "You mean he spanks you?" he asked.
"Yes," I said, "on my bare butt out in the woodshed with the same paddle he used when I was a kid. Works wonders for me."
"I've never been spanked in my life," said the kid, "my parents didn't believe corporal punishment."
I laughed and said, "I've probably been spanked enough for both of us, I sure spent a lot of time out in that shed looking at the floor and still do on occasion."
The subject was dropped but about a week later the kid asked to speak to me. When we were in my office with the door closed he stalled and wouldn't come to the point. Finally he took in a deep breath.
"Remember what we were talking about," he said, "how your dad still gives you a spanking and how it helps you to concentrate? Doesn't it hurt an awful lot?"
"Yes, I remember," I said, "hurts like the dickens but it sure seems to work for me. A spanking is supposed to hurt otherwise it would do no good at all. How impressed would you be if your father pulled down your pants and underwear, took you over his knees and tickled your bare bottom with a feather duster?"
The kid swallowed hard and then said, "Do you think it would work for me, too?" Now this was an interesting thought.
"I can't say for sure," I replied, "for me, anyhow, while Dad is tanning my hide for me I'm brought back to childhood again and everything seems to clear up for me and I can start anew with a clean slate. I find that I have to concentrate fully on the burning on my rear end and that makes all my other problems seem pretty insignificant in comparison. Trust me when I say that a hot rump will get all your attention. It might work for you, it might not." We talked for a bit more and he decided that he wanted to try the experiment if my father was willing.
I called up Dad that evening and told him what was going on and wondered if he would be willing to spank the kid.
"Well, son," he said, "I'm not too sure about that, after all he's no kin of mine."
I laughed and said, "Oh, come off it, Dad, that sure didn't stop you the time my buddy Billy and I got into trouble. As I recall at that time you said that one boy bottom looks pretty much like another and will turn red just the same."
That had been quite a day for sure. Billy had slept over at my house while his parents were out of town and being two fourteen year olds of course we got into mischief. Parents pretty much had de facto permission when it came to disciplinary needs when there was a sleep over involved and that was the one time in my life I got my hide tanned in company. I needn't go into details but suffice it to say that there were two naked, sobbing, red fannied boys in my corner that day in the shed, we had taken turns over Dad's knees while he paddled our behinds scarlet. Billy had never gotten a spanking with a paddle before, his father preferred to whip his butt with his belt and he couldn't believe what a different feeling it is. First time I ever got masturbated by another boy and returned the favor though it wasn't the last time by any means.
After a bit more talking Dad agreed to what I asked and the next day in work I told the kid that we had an appointment for that weekend.
Friday after work I picked up the kid in the Jaguar and then stopped for the by now customary Chinese food and we made the trek out to the farm. Dad greeted us at the door and we all fixed a big plate of food and settled down to eat. By mutual agreement we didn't talk about the reason for the visit until sitting with drinks after we had eaten.
Dad can tend to be rather blunt and as we were sitting there he turned to the kid.
"My son tells me that you want to try some of his 'spank therapy'" he said, "is that right?"
"Yes, sir, I'm willing to try anything," replied the kid.
"You do realize that a spanking hurts, don't you?" asked Dad "If you want to go through with this I can guarantee that it will hurt enough to make you cry. Are you totally sure that is what you want?"
"Yes, sir," said the kid. Man of few words.
We couldn't go out to the shed that night, of course, so we just talked for a while before going to bed. Dad and I had agreed that we wouldn't play the belt game this weekend. The kid shared my old bedroom with me, taking the second twin bed and I was pleased to see that he sleeps in the buff like I do and I looked at his cute white bottom before he climbed into bed thinking what color it would be sometime tomorrow.
After breakfast the kid and I just walked around the place for a while, he's a city boy and knew nothing about the country and was very interested in all the fauna and flora we saw. About ten o'clock we got back to the house and found Dad.
He looked up from the book he was reading and said, "About time to get the show on the road?" When I answered in the affirmative he said "Thank you for reminding me about you and Billy the other night, I think we'll do a repeat of that time." I should have figured that my butt wouldn't go unspanked this weekend.
The three of us headed out to the woodshed and I explained to the kid on the way that Dad had decided that I needed a spanking as well so I'd be keeping him company. He seemed almost relieved that he wasn't going to face the first spanking of his life alone. Dad opened the door and ushered us inside and then firmly closed the door, taking the paddle down from its hook.
"You know what to do," he said, looking at me.
"Yes, Dad," I replied and started to get undressed, telling the kid to do so as well. Pretty soon Dad was in the shed with two rather large, naked 'boys'.
"Who wants to go first?" Dad asked.
"Me, please sir," said the kid, "before I lose my nerve." At Dad's direction he walked over and lowered himself over Dad's knees in the position I had been in so many times in my life. I looked at his snowy white bum, just showing a tuft of dark hair in the center of his crack.
"Son," Dad said, suddenly adopting an extra kid, "this is going to be a tough introduction to getting spanked, my son used to get it with my hand for years before we moved on to the paddle but you are just too big for me to spank by hand. One thing, don't be ashamed to cry, you won't be the only one bawling in this shed before I'm done. Make no mistake, this will be a real spanking and not pat the baby."
What can I say? Dad spanked him. While I stood there so erect that my balls were aching and a silvery stream reached toward the floor, Dad spanked him. I had only seen one other person spanked before in my life, Billy, and I had gotten the first spanking so I wasn't paying a lot of attention to what was happening to his behind, my own was burning too hot. I watched as the kid's cute white behind turned first pink and the red under the steady swats of the paddle. He started to cry after a bit and that crying turned into steady, full voice bawling as his bottom grew hotter and hotter. He was kicking his legs furiously and bucking his rump up and down just like I do when I get spanked and I was getting a great view of an area normally kept hidden. I was kind of surprized to see that instead of being drawn up tight like I figured it would be, his anus was actually protruding a bit, I guess that's why the belt can smack it so well.
It wasn't the kind of spanking that Dad gives me, it was more like one of my teenage paddlings, it lasted maybe six or seven minutes but it hadn't stopped before the kid did the same thing that I do and widdled on the floor near the chopping block. I was actually kind of relieved to find out that I'm not the only one that pisses when he gets spanked. It was one teary faced, red bottomed boy that Dad put on his feet.
In a gesture as old as mankind the kid reached with both hands behind himself to try to rub out the flames burning on his bum. He was bouncing up and down with his own erection bobbing in the air. Dad put a stop to that by giving him a quick slap on the front of his thigh with the paddle.
"You will stand with your hands on top of your head until your partner in crime has gotten his punishment," Dad said. The kid did as he was told, still bouncing a bit on his toes while I got into the position that he had just vacated.
Regardless of there being company, Dad gave me the same full fledged butt blistering that he has been lately, smacking me long and hard. I am quite sure that I provided just as good a show for the kid as he had for me with my kicking and bucking, I actually got a smack square on my butt hole once when I kicked high and wide. I was bawling and howling by the time Dad led me over to the corner and then put the kid next to me so our hot hips were touching. He hung up the paddle and left the shed.
The kid was still sobbing a bit so I put my arms around him. He hugged me tightly and we just cried in each other's arms for a while, our hard penises pressed between us. Just like with Billy I reached out and took him in hand and after a second's hesitation he did the same to me and we ended up making a bit of a mess out of each other's crotches as we shot long and hard all over them.
We stood there for quite a while, hands rubbing up and down each others backs and hot bottoms, my fingers sneaking into his crack to brush against its hidden treasure. He didn't seem to mind that liberty at all, as a matter of fact he pushed his bottom out a bit to allow greater access to that spot. The tears finally stopped and both of us recovered enough to talk about it. Talk about it we did, for almost an hour and a half, two naked, sore bottomed guys, one in his twenties, the other in his thirties, talking about what it felt like to get their bare backsides slapped hard enough to make them cry.
"You know," said the kid, "I've long had a fantasy about getting a spanking. I saw one of my buddies get it from his old man one day across his bare bum with a belt and almost creamed in my jeans just watching it. Seeing his snowy white bottom getting red stripes all over it was such a turn on for me! By the time I got to go to college they had outlawed hazing for frat initiations so I never got to feel the paddle then either. That spanking was the very first time anyone smacked my butt for real. Of course I used to get birthday spankings and such but all they did was give me a boner that wouldn't quit. Even having the coach slap my butt to send me into the game made me glad I had a jock on."
"How did the real thing compare with your fantasy?" I asked.
"It hurt a hell of a lot more, I can tell you that for sure!" said the kid. "In my fantasies my bottom would have a hot glow all over and I might be sobbing a bit but nothing like the flaming swats your dad gave me! I guess he must have made your bum hurt pretty bad, too, because you were kind of leaking from down below."
"Actually I was adding to the puddle you had started there," I said, "you were piddling pretty good there for a while. It's nothing to worry about, lots of guys tend to lose a bit of control when a spanking gets hard enough. I even know a guy that tends to mess himself when he gets paddled."
The kid seemed to think on that information for a while and then said in a small voice, "You mean I peed when your dad was spanking me, too?"
"Sure did," I replied, "like a garden hose." I decided to change the subject a bit anyhow and asked him if the spanking had helped to clear his mind.
"Clear it!" he exclaimed, "I guess it did! At first I was still thinking about that project I'm stuck on at work, once that paddle started smacking my butt that was all that I could think about, how much my bottom was burning and when it would stop! I can guarantee there was nothing else I was thinking about right then and there." He paused for a long moment and the said "What if I try to do........"
He had come up with a new idea that would work and work quite well on the project in question, no doubt about it. I had known that was the proper way to go about it but you really have to allow people to make their own mistakes and sooner or later they will come up with the right answer to what they need to do. My dad's famous mind clearing method had worked on him!
The kid was simply bubbling over with his new idea and wanted to go back home right then and there to work on it, he'd use his own computer at home. We got dressed and went into the house to thank Dad for his hospitality and his efforts and then made the long ride home in the Jag. I could see the kid squirming around in his seat all the way home. I'll admit that I was doing some squirming of my own, Dad had blistered my tail pretty good this time.
"Don't worry," I said, "you won't even feel it in a week or so once the blisters heal."
"What?" said the kid, "Oh, the spanking. I'd almost forgotten about it. How do you think this will work?" He went on to explain how he intended to do his project and I told him it was a wonderful idea and I was happy he had thought of it. When I let him out at his house he was still going over the changes in his mind, muttering to himself.
He was a different person at work, really getting into his work and doing a very good job of it. True, he was reminded for quite a while of his spanking, especially every time he sat down suddenly, but that didn't seem to bother him at all. I was still making my twice a month trips out to visit Dad and we'd play our 'bad boy' games with me feeling the belt across my bare butt cheeks quite a bit but I also was having a good spell and didn't need one of his specials.
About six months went by and one day the kid came up to me.
"Hey," he said, "I think that I need to clear my mind. Do you think your dad would be willing to help me out?"
"I'm sure he will," I replied, hiding a smile, "I'll give him a call and see what he is doing this weekend."