Jeremy could not believe how his life had changed.
"I'm 16 years old," he complained to his mother, "and this guy [his new stepfather] spanked me like I was 8 years old. Bare butt spanking is for little kids. Can't you tell him to ground me or something when I mess up?"
His mother replied, "Jeremy, he's your stepdad now and he's got a right to discipline you. He only wants you to grow up right. If you think you're too big for spanking, its up to you to talk to him."
"What the heck," thought Jeremy, "its worth a shot."
With that he waited until his stepfather got home, and repeated his complaint.
"I'm almost a man," he concluded.
His stepfather smiled, "Ah -- almost. Well, if you're 'almost' a man, you must still be a boy, right?"
"Well -- I guess so."
"Isn't an 8 year old also a boy, Jeremy?"
Flustered, the boy replied, "Well, yeah, but...."
"The fact is, my boy, that you need spanking more than an 8 year old because you are almost a man and there isn't much time to make sure you become the right kind of man. Speaking of which, didn't I tell you to clean your room up yesterday."
"Yes, but I've been awful busy and...."
Pulling a hassock out, the new stepdad ordered, "Jeremy, when I tell you to do something, I expect it to be done. Now drop your trousers and lie across the hassock. It's time for a spanking."
Faltingly, Jeremy unbuckled his belt, lowered his pants and placed himself across the hassock. His stepfather leaned over and, placing his fingers under the elastic band of the boy's underpants, slowly tugged them down to join the trousers at Jeremy's ankles. He then lifted the boy's shirt off his buttocks up to his armpits, exposing the youngster's smooth firm bottom, which still showed the tan of the previous day's spanking.
As the boy nervously waited, he watched the belt slide free from his stepdad's trousers and saw it doubled in the big man's right hand.
"Now Jeremy, I told you I think 20 whacks is about right for a boy your age. But I'm going to give you a choice of 20 or, as before, 10 followed by a hand spanking."
Jeremy cringed at the idea of again being placed naked over the man's knee and spanked like a child, but he also remembered how much worse the pain of the strap was on his bare butt than his stepfather's open hand.
"I'll take the 20," he replied defiantly.
"It's your call," smiled his stepfather, as he raised the belt and brought it swiftly down across his stepson's tender bottom.
"CRACK!"
The boy bit his tongue to suprress a cry, but invluntarily his upper body rose several inches off the hassock, exposing his youthful privates to view, as the sting of the belt expertly snapped across the middle of his round backside. As the spanking slowly and methodically continued, the boy continued to arch with each swat, but fought back cries as the belt was laid across every inch of his bottom. Slowly, the pink turned to red, from the top of the boy's crack to just above his slender thighs. As his stepfather admired his work, he noted with satisfaction that despite the lad's physical to each swat, he had not once struck any part of the youngster's anatomy than his naughty bottom.
"CRACK!"
"CRACK!"
"CRACK!"
As the spanking continued, the boy, although still not uttering a sound, could not hold back the tears. At 10, the rhyhmic spanking briefly stopped.
"Well, Jeremy, do you want the remaining ten with the belt or do you want my hand?"
Sobbing quietly, Jeremy whispered, "Your hand."
"Alright, son. Stand up."
With that, the new parent put down the belt and, as the 16-year-old slowly stood, pulled chair close.
"Alright Jeremy, raise up you arms."
As the boy did so, the man lifted the boy's shirt over his head, leaving him now completely nude except for the trousers and undershorts still dangling at the ankles. Seating himself, the stepfather placed his hands around the youngsters narrow hips and bent him over his lap, simultaneously tugging the trousers and shorts off the ankles and placing them with the remainder of the now nude boy's clothing on the floor.
"I always spank over the knee completely bare, Jeremy,the old-fashioned way."
He couldn't help but notice with satisfaction how much younger the boy appeared in his birthday suit; he also noted there was no swagger left in the teenager. Smiling, he carefully positioned the boy so his now scarlet behind was centrally placed on his lap and commenced bringing his open hand down against the soft swells of the rounded buttocks. As the spanking continued, Jeremy's last bit of resolve crumbled and, kicking his bare legs helplessly and vainly trying to get his hands across his blazing behind, the boy broke his silence.
"PLEASE ... IT HURTS, IT HURTS. I'LL BE GOOOD, I PROMISE!"
So loud were the boy's entreaties his mother for the first time became aware of her son's predicament, and entered the room to see her husband blistering the boy's naked behind. She had not seen her son naked since he was 12, and was astonished at his development, as she spied his underside as the boy's involuntary arching continued with each smack of his stepfather's hand. Finally, noting with satisfaction the heat of the boy's now severely chastened nates, the stepdad laid one last smack across the center of the tanned behind and lifted the sobbing adolescent onto his feet in front of his mother.
"Joan, I think Jeremy and I have reached an understanding concerning his responsibilities. As you can see, he has received a sound spanking on his bare bottom. I know you have always disciplined him differently, but I firmly believe that boy's need a man's hand -- and belt -- across the seat now and then. Now Jeremy, pick up your clothes, kiss your mother good night and get in bed."
"But its 3:00 in the afternoon," replied Jeremy in a cracking voice.
"One more word, young man, and you'll be back across my knees! Now move!"
Too uncomfortable to be embarrassed by his mother's presence, the fair-haired lad slowly limped to his bedroom, rubbing his sore buttocks as he walked.