Billy and I once more are standing in the workshop waiting to make a payment for all the comic books that we stole from Mr. Smith's store, hopefully this one will be the last. I can tell you for sure it has been a very painful lesson that we have learned about stealing and I know for a fact that I won't even think about it again in my life!
There are a couple of little differences this time, Billy's bum is not exactly pure white as it was last time and he has a stiffie as well as me, I guess that somehow he is getting a bit excited about getting a spanking. I'm sort of ashamed to admit it but to a certain small extent just the idea of getting across Dad's knees and having my naked bottom warmed is kind of exciting to me. It is right up to the time that it starts to hurt so much that I have to cry because of the pain, even the first few swats are a turn on but that fades pretty darn quick I can tell you for sure!
Billy's behind is not white because he got a visit to the shop of his own this week although he wasn't quite as alone as I had been, I was peeking in the window watching him getting his spanking. I know that this sounds a bit risky and I also know that if Dad had seen me looking in the window without a doubt I would have gotten called into the shop of a bit of howling of my own but I was really careful about it. There is a window on the back side of the shop that Dad will have his back to when he is administering some parental guidance so that wasn't too scary and it also gave me a great view of Billy's rear end turning color. I would have been halfway to the proper attire for a spanking for my pants and shorts were below my knees as I whacked off watching the action inside the shed.
In truth this was a double time for me for I had cum already before the spanking even started just looking at Billy standing there naked and sniffling a bit as Dad lectured him. I just couldn't help myself, I was so excited that my nuts were aching and it only took about three strokes or so for me to shoot off. Just as soon as Billy lay down over Dad's knees with his cute behind sticking up waiting for the first whack of the paddle to smack it I got hard again and started stroking away. My second orgasm occurred just about the same time that Billy's willie started squirting pee all over the floor, I guess that was just what tended to happen with him when he got spanked. That was at almost the end of the spanking and I didn't stick around to see Dad stand him up and put him in the corner, I was smart enough to be sure to be back in the house when they came back inside.
Billy had gotten about 60 smacks with the paddle which left his little bottom pretty hot and scarlet in color and he was still pretty teary faced when he came inside after his corner time. Believe it or not, I was able to perform one more time when he wanted me to jerk off with him. After we both came off I had him lay on his bed on a towel and put a cold washcloth on his fiery bum, that seemed to help a little bit with the fires anyhow. Then I had a brilliant idea.
Downstairs in the medicine chest was a bottle of gel that Mom used on us when we got a sunburn, I remembered how cooling the stuff was so I went downstairs and sneaked it back up to our bedroom. I took off the washcloth and squirted some of the gel into my hand and smeared it all over Billy's hot rear end, even down inside of his crack. He didn't even squirm when I smeared it all over his boy hole, he just poked his behind up a little more to give me better access to it. Funny thing, that was the first time I ever touched another boy back there, it felt pretty interesting. Might have to try this again sometime.
Dad was giving us the lecture about stealing and how he hoped that we would learn from this and then asked who wanted to go first.
"I'll go first," I said, "I am the older one after all."
"Fine," said Dad, "get over here and get over my lap." I went over and lay down in this position that was by now becoming second nature to me and felt Dad adjusting the position of his legs to best present my bottom for its spanking. He got a good grip around my ribs and raised the paddle on high and brought it down.
Oh, the flames! The searing, awful flames! How can a simple little piece of wood like that hurt so much? It might have been only fifty swats but it felt like five hundred as the paddle rose and fell in a steady rhythm burning, just burning the skin of my butt while I cried and bawled and kicked all over the place. This wasn't getting any easier!
I stood there hearing as much as seeing Billy getting his tail warmed up and listening to the kind of hollow pock as the paddle hit his bare hide and his wails of pain, they seemed to fill the entire shop. Dad seemed to be pacing the swats about two seconds apart, I guess to let the flames grow higher and really get to burning before lighting another fire or throwing fuel on the ones already burning there so it took almost two minute for Billy's spanking to finish up and for Dad to put him on his feet. He led the two of us over to our corners to cry it out and think about our sins.
The time in the corner is quite unpleasant, really. You really want to be able to rub your backside mainly, I think, to make sure that it is still there and not burnt off of your body like you feel that it is. You just know that there has to be a lot of damage back there for your entire behind is just throbbing in time with your heart beat, the flames growing and ebbing in time to it. There is also the sheer humiliation of being forced to stand there naked with your freshly spanked bottom on display for any that walk in to see, fortunately nobody ever comes into the shop so we are saved that embarrassment anyway. I'd just die if one of my friends saw me like this!
Dad let us get out of the corner after an hour or so and of course both of our hands flew to our backsides for a good rub and examination. He called us forward and made us stand there still naked while he talked to us.
"Boys," he said, "I truly hope that you have learned your lesson from this, I hope to never have to spank either one of you for this reason again though I'm sure that I will have to do so for other mischief, you can be sure that I will not hesitate for a second to get you out here again. You can get dressed now but remember, as long as you live under my roof your bottoms are mine to spank when I feel they need it and I can guarantee that spanked they will be." He left the shed, telling me to lock the door after us.
I can't say that I am enjoying this new parenting technique of Dad's, darn it all, a spanking hurts and hurts a lot! Some silly thing deep inside of me somewhere still does get turned on by being a participant in this age old ritual between father and son and I have a feeling that I'll be playing my role in it quite a bit in the future if my past behavior is anything to go by. I used to spend half my life not being able to watch TV or play games on the Nintendo, now I'll get my bum blistered instead. Fair trade? I'm not totally sure but I guess I'd rather spend an hour or so with a hurting ass than not being able to do those two things for weeks at a time. Time will tell, who knows, maybe I'll actually start to behave better now that I know for sure what will happen if I don't.