The back door opened and Jim, fifteen year-old son of Jack and Helen, came into the kitchen, laid down his books and went to the refrigerator for an after-school snack. His mom was standing at the sink washing some dishes.
"Jim," said Helen, "You've been smoking, Son, and I've told you time and time again that you are not to smoke!" Jim shifted uneasily. "Mom, I haven't, really. I was with Billy and he was smoking, but I wasn't!
"Well, Young Man," said Helen, "These cigarettes fell out of your shirt pocket today when I was gathering laundry. Jim, I'm sorry, but you're going to have to be spanked. I'm going to tell your dad when he gets home from the office. I have to, Son, your health means too much to me,"
Jim blanched. Jack and Helen had been married almost a month and until this time no one had had to be punished. "Mom, can't you do it? I don't want Jack to spank me!" cried out the shaken boy.
"It has to be done, Son, you know the rules. And Jack is to do all the spanking now, unless he's out of town or if, for some reason, he asks me to do it."
His stepfather had never spanked Jim, but from what his stepbrothers Chris and Mike had said, he expected that his behind would be very sore. But still, Jim was thinking that Jack was such a great guy, and that they got along so well, that it probably wouldn't be too bad.
Later, Jim was in the den studying when he heard his dad's car in the driveway. He tensed up, not knowing what was to come. He heard his mom and Jack talking in the kitchen and Jack came into the den. "Jimbo," he said (that was his pet name for Jim), "your mom has told me that you need to be spanked because you've been smoking." Jim looked away and stammered, "y-yes, Dad. But please! Not hard, I just smoked one or two."
Jack came over and gently put his hand on his stepson's shoulder. He said, quietly, "I know, Son, but a spanking is a spanking, so let's go upstairs to the guest room. I know you're nervous because I haven't spanked you before, and I understand how you feel," he said, soothingly.
Jim preceded his dad up the stairs and to the guestroom, his hand already on his jeans-covered butt as though to protect it. Jim was amazed at how concerned and comforting Jack was. He was glad he was being taken to the guestroom for his spanking. The guestroom, originally built as a "mother-in-law apartment", was toward the back of the house, separated from the other rooms and with it's own bathroom and even a little kitchenette. It was sparsely furnished, with only a twin bed, a desk and chair, a bureau, a coat rack, a wooden bench under the window, and a full length mirror on the back of the door opposite the bed. Jim recognized the coat rack as being the one that his mother used to hang the enema bag at his old house. As they entered the room, Jack turned to go and close the windows and curtains. He left the door open, feeling that the other boys needed to hear the spanking which may deter them from committing the same offense.
Jack returned and put his arm around the anxious boy's shoulders. "Jim," he said quietly, "a good dad knows a boy's natural tendencies and has to always work to guide a boy in the right direction. A good, hard spanking is the time-tested cure." he said, smiling and giving the boy a quick, warm, parental hug. "I don't want you to think that I don't love you, but it has to be done. OK?" Jim nodded slightly.
"Now, Son, take off your jeans," ordered Jack as he pulled out the desk chair and sat down.
Nervously but with no delay, Jim took off his jeans and sneakers and laid them on the floor next to the bureau. The boy, clad in his T-shirt, underpants and socks approached his stepfather. Gently, Jack took the boy's arm and guided him across his lap. He positioned the boy over his left knee, head down, close to the floor, his furry legs stretched out to the right. He shifted Jim's weight so that his fleshy, muscular butt was at the maximum height and in the perfect spanking position.
"Dad, please, not hard," pleaded the fifteen year old boy. "I'm sorry, Son, I have to teach you a lesson," said Jack as he took the band of Jim's underpants and exposed the teenage boy's fleshy bottom. After baring the boy's butt, Jack studied it for a moment as he lectured Jim on the dangers of smoking. He noted the deeply cleft backside and the light red fur that covered it, even at this age. Jack figured that the boy, a redhead, had fair skin and it would probably bruise easily, and that to avoid bruising he would need to deliver a long, stinging spanking, rather than a shorter, hard and fast spanking, and that perhaps he would need to split the session into two. He needed to effectively correct the boy but at the same time not to mark his skin. Jack seldom sent notes to school asking the gym teacher to excuse his sons from activities and thus avoid having the boys' spanked backsides seen by the others. He felt that that was part of the correction process.
Jack adjusted the boy's underpants down several inches below the boy's well-defined low butt crease. As he continued to lecture Jim, he raised his arm high and began the spanking with slow, full swings. He delivered the spanking randomly across the boy's bouncing buttocks, avoiding spanking the same area twice in a row. Jack made a practice of never raising his voice at the boys, especially during a spanking, and he continued to lecture throughout the punishment. The boys always had permission to cry out as they were being corrected. As the spanking continued at a regular cadence, Jim began to cry and plead for his stepdad to stop. As Jack continued, still quietly lecturing and spanking, Jim began to kick and squirm.
"Stay still, Son," ordered Jack, the spanking uninterrupted. "You may kick a little but you have to keep your backside in place and pointed up for me to spank it. Now, I'm not going to tell you a second time." The spanking continued at a regular cadence as the boy's kicking and squirming continued. Jack stopped the spanking and stood Jim up. Jim was crying and rubbing his tender butt. "Son, I told you to stop squirming and I told that I wouldn't tell you a second time, didn't I?" "Y-y-yes, Sir," sniffed the boy.
Now, Son, I'm going to teach you to stay in position during the spanking and to do as I tell you. This will hurt, but I probably won't have to do it again. Take your underpants all the way off, Son, and lie on your back on the bed." Jim did as he was told, without delay. "Now settle down, Son, and let me know when I have your full attention," he said quietly but sternly. Jack waited patiently for several minutes until Jim wiped his eyes and his sobbing ceased. Even at 6', he felt small and vulnerable before his new stepdad.
"Now, Jim, I want you to spread your legs as wide apart as you can. I'm going to use my hand and give you six hard smacks on each of your upper, inner thighs. It will hurt. Now first I'm going to do your left inner thigh. Turn a little bit onto your left side and pull your right leg back so the left thigh will be presented." Jim, trembling, did as his stepdad told him to do. Jack used one hand to cover the boy's fully mature penis and testicles and protect them from the spanking. He raised his hand to mid height and delivered six stinging blows to the boy's tender skin.
"OWWWWW!!!!!" cried the boy, "PLEASE, DAD, I'LL STAY STILL, PLEASE DON'T DO THE OTHER SIDE!"
"Get it together, Son, and let's turn over onto your right side and show me your right inner thigh for its spanking, then it'll be over and we can get back to your regular spanking." Tearfully, Jim obeyed his stepdad. When his right inner thigh was presented, Jack, still lecturing quietly, proceeded to deliver the six final smacks. Jim howled again, again promising to stay still. Jack noted that the boy's inner thighs were a solid light pink. Jim took Jack's outstretched hand and pulled himself up. Standing, Jack put his arm around the still-sobbing boy. Holding Jim tightly, Jack stood quietly for a few minutes and then said, "It's time to finish the spanking, Son. Are you going to stay presented for me this time?" Still sniveling, Jim replied, "Y-y-y-ess, Dad, but my bottom hurts."
"I know your bottom hurts, Son, so the sooner I can finish this up, the better it will be for your backside. He guided Jim across his lap a second time. "Now spread your legs, Son." Head down, butt up, legs spread and properly repositioned, Jack began the boy's spanking where he had left off. As his hand descended time after time onto Jim's bare bottom, Jim again pleaded with his dad to stop, promising not to smoke again, but his butt remained in position and pointed up for the remainder of the spanking. Deciding that the boy had had enough, he let Jim up and sat him on his knee.
"Now Son," the stepfather said quietly, "I've finished your spanking for now. And now I want you to sit on the wooden bench for a half-hour, then go wash your face and come down for dinner. Jim looked at the hard, flat bench with the uncomfortable straight back and went to retrieve his underpants. "No, Son," Jack said quietly, "No pants. My boys always have to spend some bare bottom time on the bench after their spankings. I know it hurts to sit, Son, but that's part of the correction. Sit straight up, no lying down or shifting left to right." Still sniffing, Jim sat on the hard, varnished bench. He quickly jumped up and then gingerly sat down again.
"Son," said the physician-father. "You're not going to want to hear this, but tonight at bedtime I'm going to give you a reminder spanking with the hairbrush, just to reinforce the lesson I hope you've learned just now." Jim was horrified and began to tear up. "Settle down, Son. You've heard the old expression, 'boys learn when butts burn'? Well, it's true, I can tell you from personal experience when I was a kid over my dad's knee with my pants down," he chuckled. Now you sit quietly on the bench. You can do some of your homework to make best use of the time."
Jim's bottom stung and burned as he sat on the uncomfortable bench. He was horrified that his dad was going to spank him again, even if it was to be just a reminder. Chris and Mike had been right, Jack did not miss spanking a single square inch on his behind.
The story of Jim's second spanking follows.