The Stowaway
A bittersweet day.
Three days had passed since his Father had soundly spanked Richard. The day after his spanking he woke up and looked at his still sore bottom and was amazed that his bottom was no less red than on the day before. The centre and lower part of his buttocks were a deep, deep red, almost purple in fact. On that day Richard was feeling very sorry for himself. Here he was almost fourteen years old and back into grey school shorts, they weren't even long school shorts but more like Jason's instead; very short! Out here in the middle of the sea he didn't really mind, and the only other boy he knew aboard was Jason, and the Captain made him wear short shorts all the time. Life was so unfair! Yes, he understood why his father had spanked him and knew that no doubt his father would spank him soundly again in the future, but school shorts! And short shorts at that; he pouted the whole of that day and the next, he didn't want to be seen in his little boy shorts.
Jason, on the other hand, was up on deck in his sailor suit; little white shorts with elasticised waist, white sailor top complete with flap at the back and blue trimming, knee length white socks and white patent leather shoes. He was feeling good, very good in fact. He hadn't been spanked for three whole days, a record for him. He was absolutely convinced that he was never going to be smacked again, 'I'm a good boy now' he grinned and said to himself as he leant over the railing at the bow of the ship looking at the bow wave.
Suddenly, a huge creature jumped out of the sea on the starboard side of the ship, arched gracefully over and dived back in the water. Now, there were four of them and Jason let out a whoop of delight as he watched them playing realising that they were dolphins. He leaned over more and more as he watched them play in the ships bow wave, giggling nervously all the while.
Captain Havelock was up in the bridge watching his little boy playing at the bow of the ship as he too saw the dolphins from the flying bridge of his yacht. Even though he had seen these sights countless times before he was no less enthralled by their majestic splendour. It was at times like these when he realised, he was the luckiest man in the world to be able to sail the seas.
Jason wanted Richard to see this and went in search of him. As soon as he was about to go below, Richard came out on deck. He was wearing a navy blue polo shirt, little grey ankle socks, brown schoolboy sandals, and his grey school shorts. He was looking down at the floor with his hands thrust into his pockets still feeling dejected at having to wear shorts.
"Richard, Richard, quick! Come and have a look at this" shrieked Jason in an excited voice and went running back to the starboard bow of the ship. Richard, still pouting sauntered over to Jason and sullenly leaned over the railing.
"Corrrrrr", replied Richard, not looking grumpy or sullen or pouty anymore. The magic of the dolphins had done their work and now both boys were bent over the railings mesmerised at the sight of the dolphins.
The Captain, high up on his perch, looked down at the two boys, side by side, bending over the railing. All he could see was their little short trousered bottoms and long tanned legs.
Jason climbed up higher on the railing, wanting to get as close to the dolphins as possible, he could hear their funny clicking voices and whistling sounds and was laughing out loud in sheer glee. One of the dolphins went under the water and the next minute came hurtling out, jumping clear out of the water and coming so close to Jason that he could have literally touched it with his hands. Jason started cackling nervously and so was Richard, who had also climbed up higher on the railing like Jason.
"Did you see that Richard, wow, that's the business!" he twisted himself around and looked up at the bridge seeing the Captain on the flying bridge. "Did you see that sir?" bellowed Jason in a high pitched excited voice at the Captain; almost slipping over the side.
The Captain picked up the loud hailer that was always on the flying bridge and laughing at his boys' obvious delight called out him.
"Yes I did you little scamp! Be careful Jason, you almost slipped over the side". The Chief appeared at that moment alongside the Captain and watched the antics of the two boys, both very, very excited at their first sight of a real life dolphin out in the sea.
"Hi Captain, that's all we need, scamps and dolphins, an explosive combination" the Chief said turning his back on boys and grinning at his Captain "when do we reach port Captain?"
"Oh, at the moment it looks like its going to about 1730 hours .... JASON! I SAID BE CAREFUL!!! GET OFF THAT RAILING THIS INSTANT! Lord, what have we done to deserve this John?" John just chuckled at his Captain. "I swear that boy is going to give me a stroke one of these days Chief."
Jason was more excited than he had ever been. He stood there, leaning over the side of the rail giggling and clapping his hands nervously. The lead dolphin seemed to be swimming on its side and looking at Jason right in the eye. The same dolphin suddenly disappeared from view then, just as suddenly, came leaping out of the water and straight at Jason. Jason leaned back to avoid getting wet, but as the dolphin turned in the air and began its descent towards the sea again, Jason leaned out to far, trying the stroke alongside the dolphin's flank.
Jason fell, screaming. He landed hard on his tummy and all the air was knocked out of him, he went down below the waves.
"ALL STOP! RUDDER AMIDSHIPS!!" shouted the Captain as he saw his boy fall over the side. His boy, he had thought that he would never be able to say that of a child. But, here he was, master of all he saw and now with a little boy; alright, Jason was fourteen but he behaved and wanted to be treated as a little boy, no more than nine or ten years old. The paperwork for the boy's adoption had been returned and approved by the social services. Jason, was now officially the Captains son, and the Captain was immensely pleased with that. Ok, Jason was not the best-behaved boy in the world but then again, Jason had been alone all his life and considering his background was not actually that badly behaved. This though was serious, he knew how strong the currents were this close to shore and was frantic with worry.
The chief in the mean time had more or less taken over the rescue operation, as it was he that organised the crew once something like this had to be done. The chief called out over the 1MC for course corrections and what-not and ordered the deck-hand, young Christopher to go over the side with an inflatable raft.
Jason was still going down, his tummy hurt lots and he couldn't breathe even if he wanted too, he felt as though he had been kicked right in the hollow of his stomach. Jason felt something nudge against the small of his back and bottom and felt himself rising towards the surface. He almost panicked and started flaying his arms around under water but then let himself go and be bought to the surface. As Jason broke the surface he heard the dolphin that had saved him talk to him in a funny voice, full of a clicks and whistles. He looked at the dolphin swimming right next to him and then put out his arm to hold onto the big dorsal fin. The dolphin seemed to grin at the small boy and suddenly took off swimming in a tight circle, going faster and faster as the boy held on. Jason was now giggling hysterically.
Jason suddenly felt a hand at the back of his shorts and felt himself being bodily lifted out of the water; he sputtered and coughed and looked around and saw that it was Christopher the deck hand holding him up by a fistful of shorts. Young seventeen year old Christopher hauled Jason into the little motor launch and headed back to the ship. Jason and Christopher both looked up at the gunwales of ship and saw the Captain; he was fuming.
"Looks like you're not going to be able to sit very comfortably soon Jase." Said Christopher as he looked at the captain and then at Jason.
Jason just gulped and looked up at his Captain, _d_a_m_n_, he thought, I thought I was going to go a whole week without a tanning; he sniffed and pouted.
Jason climbed aboard the ship and stood in front of his captain, dripping wet, the small white little boy shorts clinging to be boys bottom. Jason looked at deck.
"Well, young man?" asked the Captain.
"I'm sorry sir" .... sniff.
"I'm sorry .... hmmm .... I'm sorry. You are always sorry little man, well you are going to be a lot sorrier soon. Now, what did I tell you to do before you decided to go for a swim?"
"Sir?" asked Jason with a puzzled expression on his face.
The Captain, grabbed hold of his boys left arm and swiftly began smacking the boys wet shorts:
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK, SPANK
Six hard and fast smacks descended low down on the boy's shorts
"I told you" .... SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, three sharp smacks to the back of Jason's bare left leg .... "BE CAREFUL!!!" SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, another three sharp smacks to the back of the boys' right leg. "And I also told you too" SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, these three landed just above the back of Jason's left knee "GET OFF THAT RAILING THIS INSTANT" SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, these at the back of the right knee.
The captain still holding onto Jason's arm, started walking toward his cabin, Jason hopping from foot to foot and desperately rubbing the back of his legs as the captain forcefully led the already weeping boy below decks. He walked into his cabin dragging the sniffing boy to his corner, he took the boys hands in his and placed them on his head. He sat down behind his desk and looked at his boy. "I'm his Father now" he said to himself as he looked at the little bottom clad in wet shorts and trembling legs, the backs of which were quite red. "The boy must be freezing" he thought.
"Come here Jason" ordered the Captain in a firm but gentle voice.
Jason walked up to his captain and stood in front him, he then sniffed loudly and wiped his nose on his sleeve. The captain took hold of the boy's hand and smacked the back of it three times. "Do NOT use your clothing as a handkerchief!" Jason grimaced and blushed feeling embarrassed at such childish chastisement. The captain sighed loudly and shook his head.
"I want you to go to your cabin and change into some dry clothes, you'll catch your death of cold like that little one. Then come straight back here."
"Yes sir," replied Jason with his head bowed as he walked to his cabin, looking miserable for all to see.
Jason went to his cabin and undressed completely, piling his wet sailor suit in a corner of the cabin. He took a quick warm shower and dried off, then went to his chest of drawers to get out some dry clothes. He chose a pair of pale blue shorts, they were made of a stretch type material that simulated denim. He pulled them up over his tanned legs and realised how thin and figure hugging they were, he didn't really care, they were no doubt going to be around his ankles soon. They were extremely short, like the type of shorts little seven or eight-year-olds used to wear in the early eighties. He next put on a pair of little white ankle socks and a white polo shirt. He put on a pair of sandals and looked at himself in the mirror, turning his back to look at his rear view. He grimaced, the backs of his legs showed some quite spectacular handprints and the shortness of the shorts made Jason look like a little boy indeed. He sniffed in and walked back to his Captains cabin, a tear slowly falling down his cheek and his bottom already itching at the thought of what was to come.
The captain was thinking of what to do with his boy. He could have drowned; he would have drowned if it weren't for the dolphin bringing him up to the surface. Hmmm .... young Christopher was rather quick to get the launch out and bringing Jason back. I must do something with that young man, I think it's time to give him some more responsibility aboard. He decided that he would talk to the chief about that later, he wanted Christopher to learn everything he could about seamanship from the Chief. But for right now, he had a little scamp to deal with, and deal with him soundly he would. He got up and went to his private head and took hold of his large wooden hairbrush. Jason hated that hairbrush, the captain knew full well, it was enormous, much bigger than a hairbrush needed to be and it covered both of Jason's little cheeks at the same time. The captain had made up his mind, he was going to teach his boy a lesson in respect and obedience that he would never forget. He had told his lad to get off the rail and be careful because he knew just how easy it was to fall off a ship. He had full grown and strong men fall overboard, even holding strongly to the gunwales as a large wave slapped the rump of his ship, a little boy stood no chance against the inclemency's of the high seas. He was going to make sure that his boy would never, ever disobey him again in a matter of such import.
Jason walked into the captain's cabin slowly. The captain looked at his boys apparel, the very short, tight, elasticised shorts and knew this spanking was going to be a very sound spanking indeed. He was upset, he didn't like punishing his boy but he had been told from his first day aboard that disobedience or bad manners or misbehaviour would not be tolerated and although he really didn't want to punish his boy he knew that he had to be consistent. This boy needed precise rules and precise consequences if he stepped over the same said rule.
"Jason, come over to me, we need to talk" Said the Captain. Jason slowly walked over to his Captain and stood directly in front of him standing between the Captains knees and gently sobbing while rubbing his tingling bottom through the soft, stretchy material of his shorts; he had seen the dreaded hairbrush.
The Captain reached out to his boy and picking him up sat the miserable little boy on his knee.
"Jason," said the captain sadly, "What am I going to do you little one?" he asked. Jason just sat there on his Captain's knee and slowly and gently wept. He put his head in the crook of the Captains shoulder and gently sobbed. The Captain placed his hand gently behind the boys' head and rocked him back and forth.
"You know I have to punish you don't you little one?"
"But, why sirrrrrrr?" whined Jason, "I didn't mean to fall over .... sniff."
"I know you didn't little one, nobody hardly ever means to fall overboard, but, I'll ask you again. What did I tell not more than one minute before you fell in?"
Jason sniffed and started crying softly, he knew his game was up, the Captain had specifically told him to get off the rail and not only had he disobey him, but he also fell overboard.
"You told me to get off the rail sir" His little shoulders started going up and down as a rack of sobs went through his little body.
"Now, now little one. Do you think I don't know how excited you were? I love dolphins myself, they are the most intelligent and beautiful animals on this planet, as far as I'm concerned. But, I told you when you first came aboard that ALL orders were to be followed without question, didn't I?
"Yes sir .... sniff .... you did" Jason rubbed his eyes with bunched up fist. The Captain almost smiled at his boy thinking of how he looked when he rubbed his eyes like a little boy.
"And why did I tell you that?" The Captain was now gently rubbing the boys back with his right; his left hand was placed on the boys bare thigh.
"B .... b .... because you said .... th .... th .... that a ship at sea was a dangerous place .... sniff."
"That's right little man, and do you know how long it will take to bring a ship this size around in a circle and stop exactly where you are?" "N .... no sir"
"A long time little boy, and in that time you may have drowned. Jason I never thought I would say this but, you mean a lot to me little one, and I don't want to see you hurt or in danger ever again, I really thought that I had lost you there.
Jason wept all the more at his Captain's kind words. The Captain, holding his little boy around the waist leaned forward and took a letter out of his desk draw. He looked at his miserable little boy and almost wept himself at how much he loved this boy. He was going to punish him, and punish him soundly, but, he was going to give the boy something to be happy about, although he was going to be one sorry, tearful, bawling little boy soon. He handed the letter to Jason and told him to read it. Jason looked at his Captain then at the envelope, nonplussed by the turn of events, and almost hoping that he wouldn't be punished. Jason opened the official looking envelope and took out the letter. He looked at the single sheet of paper, his mind in turmoil. This was a letter from the social services back in England. He thought he was going to be sent back when he caught sight of the letterhead. He started reading, his breath caught, then his small shoulders started going up and down as the boy wept openly. He looked at the Captain, then at the letter, then at the Captain again, and suddenly threw his arms around the Captains neck and hung on for dear life. He wept and wept; these were tears of happiness and the Captain looked down on his boy, smiled and fiercely hugged his little man.
The letter was an official document giving the Captain full custody of the boy, in effect, Jason was now legally Captain Havelock's adopted son.
"Oh Daddy!" tears streaming from Jason eyes, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy .... sniff."
"Yes little one, I'm your father now, if you want me as your father that is."
Jason cried all the more and clung hard to his father's neck.
"Do I? Do I? Ever since I came aboard, I've wanted to be your boy .... sniff .... and .... and .... now I really am!" Jason sniffed loudly and all of a sudden started giggling nervously. He wanted to go on deck and shout out his happiness for the entire world to hear. Just as suddenly, Jason's face turned worried and he looked down on his dangling feet.
"I .... I've been naughty Father," Jason said in almost a whisper. He wanted his new Father to be proud of him and, although he hated being spanked, he actually wanted his Father to pick him, put him over his knee, and give him the soundest spanking ever. Just the thought that he had upset and disappointed his 'Father' was painful to him. He hurt inside at the thought and wanted and needed to set things striaght.
"Yes son, you have, very naughty indeed!" A lump caught in the Captains throat. Hearing this little boy call him Father was music to his ears. Father, not Dad or Daddy. It sounded so sweet from this boys mouth. "What should I do it little one?" He asked, he wanted to see if his boy fully accepted the consequences.
"Y .... Y .... You should punish me Father" He said in an even lower voice, a tear already falling down his face. "I'm really sorry Daddy, honest! Please don't be angry with me .... sniff .... I, I .... quiet sob ....want you to be proud of me .... Father" Jason gently sobbed.
The Captain hugged his boy hard and a tear also left a track down his cheek as he rocked his boy back and forth, "I know you are little one, believe me I know you are, but that doesn't excuse your behaviour or let you off your richly deserved does it little one?" "No Sir" Jason again looked at his feet.
"Tell me why you are going be punished Jason"
"B .... because, I disobeyed you .... sniff .... and, and you told me three times and I still didn't listen and I fell in the water and ...." his voice trailed off and he begun sobbing quietly, feeling very wretched for his behaviour. 'Why does he love me?' he asked himself 'all I do is upset him and disappoint him.
The Captain patted the boys back gently, whilst Jason clung on to him. The Captain closed his eyes as he rocked his boy and patted and stroked his back, reminding him of a father gently burping a little baby. The boy freshly showered and changed smelled of strawberries from the shampoo he used on his hair. 'Lord, I could stay like this forever.' The Captain sighed, it was time to get this over with.
"Go and stand in your corner Jason" Said the Captain. Jason got up from his new fathers lap and walked sadly to his corner, putting his hands on his head. As he stood there he clenched his little buttocks in anticipation of what was to come.
The Captain, placed a large armless chair in the centre of the cabin and fetched his large hairbrush; he sat down and looked at the back of his boy in corner, noticing how figure hugging his little stretch shorts were.
"Come here son"
Jason turned and walked slowly to his Father. Jason trembled seeing his father sitting in the chair with the hairbrush in hand. 'Oh please don't let him start with the brush straight away' he begged to no one in particular in his mind. He reached his father and stood to the right of him. The Captain with no further words, gently put his hand on his boys bottom and guided him over his knee. The Captain positioned the boy so that his bottom was directly over his right knee, he lowered his left knee thus bringing Jason's bottom into a perfect spanking position; neither Jason's hands nor his feet touched the ground. The Captain smoothed the material of the boys shorts, noticing that his little lad wasn't wearing any underwear underneath his skimpy shorts.
"This is going to be a very sound spanking little one, do you understand?" asked the captain taking up the hairbrush and placing it in the middle of the boys bottom covering both cheeks.
"Yes sir, I do .... sniff" Jason was sobbing already.
The Captain raised the big hairbrush to shoulder height and swiftly brought it down hard onto the boy's bottom; very hard indeed, almost at full force.
WHACK!
Jason, screeched, after eventually getting some air into his lungs. The blow felt like his bottom had been branded. The captain had never started a spanking so soundly.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! CRACK! WHACK! CRACK!
Jason was in full-blown hollering mode. The back of the hairbrush landed hard and repeatedly on the seat of Jason's little stretch shorts. The smacks all landed along the same line on his bottom, low down, on the crease, where bottom met thigh and just above and below it.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! CRACK! WHACK! CRACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! CRACK! WHACK! CRACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! CRACK! WHACK! CRACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! CRACK! WHACK! CRACK!
24 hard searing whacks were spanked down on to Jason's sit down spot, again, hard and fast. His little legs kicked crazily and his arms were outstretched in front of him as if he were doing the breaststroke; he lost his breath.
Jason's little mouth was just a large O, for a few moments. No sound came out, then suddenly he hiccuped some air into his lungs and let out a long, sad wail of despair, much like a small boy would have done when hurting himself in an accident and bawled and cried for his Mummy to make him feel better.
The Captain stopped, put the brush on the floor and gently put his hand onto the burning hot little lower bottom of his son. Even though Jason had his shorts on, the material was so stretchy and thin he could feel the heat emanating from his little bottom; mind you, the Captain thought, even if he had been wearing jeans his bottom would be on fire. He had never spanked his son so hard with the hairbrush, and because of the speed in which he spanked the boy, he knew that his now, very sorry little boy, would have felt this spanking as if it was just one huge spank, not being able to tell when the hairbrush came crashing down on his bottom.
Jason lay over his new daddy's knee, sobbing still. He hung limp over his knee sobbing quietly.
"Stand up little one" The Captain said, helping his boy onto his feet. Jason looked down at his feet and cupped his hands over the lower portion of his burning little bottom. He couldn't look his new daddy in the face, so ashamed was he that on the day he found out he had a new daddy, that same daddy had to punish him due to his disobedience and naughtiness; he felt wretched.
The Captain, looking at the tear streaked little boy, felt like putting his arms around him and hugging him tightly. Sit him on his knee and gently rock him to sleep. But, the Captain understood that this was to be the soundest of spankings for such a fright the boy had given him. He reached down gently to the waist of his little one and taking hold of the boys shorts slid them down to the boys ankles.
"Oh Daddyyyyy" wailed the little man as he realised his spanking was a long way from over; he sobbed silently as his new daddy gently, but firmly placed his little boy over his knee again. He positioned him so that his body was dangling down from his left knee and the back of the boys thighs were placed directly over both his knees.
"I'm sorry son, but you must and WILL learn to obey me and the rules of this ship!" Hearing his boys desperate wail of 'oh daddy' as he pulled down the boys shorts almost made him lose his resolve; he loved this little scamp so much it physically hurt. It was as if a big hole was engulfing his heart and made it difficult for him to breathe.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, and SMACK!
The Captain brought his hand down sharply, but nowhere near full strength, right on the top of Jason's left leg.
WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH .... shrieked Jason as his leg went completely straight; the pain was very sharp on this most sensitive of areas.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, and SMACK!
YELPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! AHH AHH AHH .... DADDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! These landed lower down on the same left leg and stung even more. The Captain well knew from experience, when he too was a little boy in the hands of his mother how smacked legs hurt more the further down one smacked.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, and SMACK!
Daddy, daddy, daddy .... hic .... I promiseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! These were just above the back of his knee. Jason wept uncontrollably. The Captain placed his hand now on the top of Jason's right leg and .....
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, and SMACK! .... Top of the leg SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, and SMACK! .... Middle of the leg SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, and SMACK! .... Back of the knees.
The same pattern had been repeated on this leg and the Captain stopped. 'That should get his attention' he told himself. Jason just howled, although the Captain was no longer smacking him. Little Jason hated smacked legs more than anything in the world. Not only was the pain extremely sharp and disagreeable; he honestly thought he would rather have his bottom hairbrushed forever than get smacked legs, it also reminded him of what he was, a very, very naughty little boy. He was so ashamed. Although he wanted to be treated like a little nine-year-old boy, to make up for his tough and unloved upbringing, to relive the childhood he never really had, to be actually smacked like a small child was mortifying. He was actually in two minds whether to suck on his thumb or not. The Captain picked the crying boy up and walked over to the corner of his stateroom and stood Jason up in the corner. He took hold his boy's hands and placed them on his head.
And there Jason stood, a soundly smacked little boy, with his shorts around his ankles. The Captain went back to his desk and pulled out a cigar and lit it. He looked at the boy in the corner, his shoulders going up and down as he silently sobbed. The boy's lower bottom was a bright, bright red and the backs of the boy's legs were spectacular. Even from his desk a good three meters away from the boy, he could see his firm handprints on the boy's legs and in some places he could see that his fingers had actually caused welts to raise on the legs. Well that couldn't be helped, he knew bottoms were more resilient than legs. Jason's little bottom and legs looked like they had been painted red, like a cartoon.
Jason, in his corners, was a jumble of emotion. In his mind he kept saying 'daddy, daddy, daddy' over and over again. He loved the sound of it. He would stopped crying, then burst into tears again thinking of why his daddy had smacked him so soundly, knowing that it was his own fault. 'His daddy', he felt like laughing in joy and crying at the same time. He wanted so much for his daddy to look at him and open his arms so that could run into them and be swept up in an embrace of pure love.
The Captain, looking at the very sorry naughty little boy in the corner. Wanted no more than to spread his arms and have the boy run to him in an embrace, he wanted to sit the boy on his knee and hug him hard and keep him there. He wanted the boy's head cradled in his shoulder as he gently rocked his boy to sleep and caressed his smooth silky thighs. He sighed, he was ready to finish his little mans punishment.
The Captain laid the cigar down, to let it burn itself out. He got up and went over to Jason.
"Little one, come over hear with me please" said the Captain. Jason, in a state now, began to cry with big tears running down his face as the Captain took of his little boys hand and walked over to the chair. He mouthed a silent 'Sorry Daddy' as the Captain picked him up under the arms, like a small boy, put his foot on the seat of the chair and carefully draped the bare bottomed little boy over his singly upraised knee.
The Captain held onto his boy's waist very tightly. He knew that this was to be the coup de grace, where spanking a naughty little boy was concerned.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
Little Jason howled as his Daddy smacked him soundly with his hand. Ten spanks landed to the sit down point of his bottom. On the right cheek!
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
These landed on the left. He had his legs together and in the position he was in his bottom was in perfect position so that his Daddy could land a good smack to his sit down spot. Spank after smack after spank landed on the same place. His hand covering to whole of his little boys bottom. He didn't need to go from cheek to cheek.
Jason howled, he screeched, he kicked and bucked and generally made a great fuss as his Fathers hand landed repeatedly on the same spot; right on the sit down spot.
"DADDY, DADDY, DADDY .... WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH .... I'll be good; I PROMISEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE .... WAHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Jason cried and cried as his Fathers strong, firm hand landed on the same spot over and over again.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
Jason snapped:
"Daddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ..... Ah .... ah .... ah .... ahm sooooooooooooo sorrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, I .... I .... I'llllllllllllllllllllll never be bad againnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!
"WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Jason's little mouth was a round circle. No sound came out, just dribble from his mouth. He was a continuous wall of noise as his Daddy's hand smacked down repeatedly on the same spot. On the sweet spot, and his hand covering both cheeks with one spank.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
Jason snapped: "Dah Dah Dah Daddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, I love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu .... oh daddy .... hic .... sob .... snot .... I love you sooooooooooo muchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm sowwwwwwwwwyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, sowwwwwwwwwwwyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, sowwwwwwwwwyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy .... I'll be goooooooddddddd goooooooooooddddddddd goodddddddddddddddddd .... WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH .... Papaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Jason was spent. He stopped kicking and screaming and just lay there over his daddy's knee taking the spanking he so richly deserved. Jason was limp over the upraised knee though he continued to wail and howl.
The Captain stopped and picking up his little boy placed him back in the corner. The sit down spot of the little boy's bottom was a deep, deep red. Actually it was purple. Jason couldn't help himself. He just had to clutch his perfect, little, smooth bottom and dance from foot to foot in the time honoured naughty little boy dance. He turned around in the corner and his breath caught. His daddy was looking at him intently and he had tears in his eyes.
Jason flashed puppy dog eyes at his daddy and the Captain fell to his knees, elegantly, and held his arms out. Jason ran into his new daddy's arms, rubbing his bottom at the same time, and buried his face in his fathers shoulder, holding on and crying hard:
"Daddy, daddy, daddy, I'll never be a bad boy againnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Little Jason was inconsolable.
"It's ok little one", his Daddy chuckled as he stroked the back of the boys sweaty hair with one hand and the boys blistered bottom with the other. "Yes you will Jason, all little boy's get into trouble occasionally, they just can't help it. But no matter what happens little one, I'll always be here for you and you can rest assured that your little bottom will be soundly spanked if you need it and something tells me little one, that you will need quite a few spankings in the future."
"Sniff .... sob .... hic" Jason though still crying had calmed down now "I know daddy .... sniff. Do you know something daddy?"
"What son"
"I love you daddy, I really, really do. I'm really sorry for being so bad" Jasons bottom lib wobbled as his huge beautiful eyes filled with tears again. "I'm just a baaaaaaaaddddddd boyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy .... " Jason buried his face in his daddy's shoulder.
"Ssshhhh, sshhhh" The captain hugged his boy to him gently rocking him back and forth "You're not a bad boy Jason. You have just been punished so you are a good boy now, the slate is clean, and anyway, you never were a bad boy." The Captain held his boy by the shoulders and pushed him away a little to look directly in his eyes. Jason couldn't bring himself to look in his daddy's eyes so the Captain gently placed a finger under the boy's chin lifted his head up to make the boy look him in the eye. "You, my beautiful boy are just a naughty little scamp sometimes, that's all, and naughty little scamps and spanked long and hard by their Fathers so that they learn their lesson and be good again, at least for a while anyway. Do you know what Jason?"
"No, what Daddy?"
"I don't think I could be prouder of you even you were my real biological son. You are the son I never had and I love you Jason, more than you can possibly imagine. It's because I love you so much that I will spank you if you deserve it little one, make no mistake about that son."
The Captain sat down behind his desk and sat his boy on his knee, cuddling him and reassuring him as he rocked his boy back and forth.
Jason fell asleep in his daddy's arms, purring contentedly like a little kitten. Father and son were now one.