It was the 70's. I went to an all boys vocational school in an inner city. It was important to be masculine and butch. I was both. Tall for my age, and well into puberty. I was a freshman, and found it odd to be in classes with boys who where not quite on their way to puberty yet. Kevins was one such boy. He stood about 5"6" weighed 130lbs. Youthful blonde hair (darker roots) and blue eyes. He had a chipped front tooth that gave him a bit of a lisp. He had to work double time to be butch as a result of that. His 14 year old physique was solid. He was smooth and fair. I coulnd't help but admire his body, though I had not seen him naked, my locker was next to his in gym. The school did not have showers, the most I could see was Kevin in his birefs.
We had something in common: model trains. Kevin invited me to his house from time to time to check out his trains that were set up in the basement. It was understood that if his parents came home, I had to scoot out the basement door to the alley that lead to the street. No friends were allowed in when adults weren't home.
Report card day came. Mine was fair. I had it signed and returned it the next day. I noticed Kevin had some failures on his. I asked him if his parents gave him a hard time. He just looked at me.
The next week, Kevin and I went to the train room. Kevin got a chair climbed up to open a window for some fresh air, then repositioned the chair. Suddenly, his father burst in and started down the stairs. Kevin ushered me into the laundry room. There wasn't enough time for me to get to the door. His father arrived and demanded an expalnation for the call he got from school. "Three failures. how come I didn't see your report card, and who signed it?" Kevin responded: 'I was ashamed, I signed it'. With that the phone rang, Kevins father went uptsairs to answer it. Kevin quickly escorted me to the door, pushed me out, said: ' see ya tomorrow', and closed the door. Once outside, I started putting on my coat, and gathering my books that had fallen. I then heard Kevins father come back downstairs. SLAP. The sound of bare skin. My curiosity was wild. I went to the window that Kevin had opened and peeked in. Kevins father had is back to me. He sat in the chair that Kevin used earlier. I could then see Kevins' face, red from the slap. Kevins' father began to unbuckle his sons belt and pants. He pulled them down. Taking Kevin by the wrist, he pulled him over his knee. Kevin immediately began wiggling, kicking and trying to get off his fathers knee. His father pulled his shirt half way up his back. Then peeled Kevins briefs down. There, wiggling, bouncing and arching up was my 14 year old buddy's smooth butt. Accentuated by faded tan line and dimples in his lower back. His father began a rapid spanking. Kevin did not keep still during the spanking. Finally, like a broken bronco, he was still. He began to cry like a little boy, cupping his hands over his eyes. Little did he know that while laying over his fathers knees, getting a bare bottom spanking, his school chum was watching. His father continued the spanking for a few minutes, then stopped and stood Kevin up. Kevin began rubbing his red butt, and continued crying: 'I'm sorry daddy'. I decided it was time for me to get out of there.
The next day at school I asked Kevin how he what happened: 'I'm grounded for a week, that's all'. Later, in the locker room, I noticed Kevin was wearing boxers, probably to cover his spanked ass. He never knew that I saw him get a spanking.