This is the fourth part of a fantasy developed in chat and e-mail sessions by me and "D." As you will find from the first three parts, it concerns my fantasy visit to him for a weekend in which I am treated as his naughty, visiting son.
When we get back home after buying the new tawse, I am told to take a nap as we are going out to dinner with some friends. Knowing better than to argue (what with my still freshly spanked bottom), I comply.
As if I am truly a boy again, I fall into a deep sleep. The next thing I know, D is in my room waking me up. "C'mon, it's time for my boy to get up. We need to get ready for our dinner," he says.
"But, Dad, I want to play," I start to argue. Then I see the look in his face and quickly stop myself. Instead, I reply, "Oh OKAY!"
"You need to take a shower, young man. And be sure to wash behind your ears. Then I want you to get dressed and wait for me. Hurry on now," he instucts.
I stomp off to the shower. Once I am finished, I get out and I put on clean underpants. As I am getting ready to get dressed, I notice a cool new magazine in my room. Without thinking about the consequences, I lay down on my bed and start paging through it.
When D gets out of the shower, he checks on me only to find that I am laying on the bed in my underwear reading a magazine. D is very angry that I have disobeyed and he says, "You have obviously not learned much from the spankings I have already given you. I guess you will be eating dinner with a red-hot bottom." Then he briefly leaves the room.
When D comes back, he is carrying an old-fashioned, big wooden hairbrush. He sits down on the bed and quickly I find myself turned back over his knee.
"No," I begin to beg. "Please don't spank me again. I promise I will get dressed. My butt is still sore from the earlier spankings."
My pleas go unheeded and D proceeds to blister my bottom with the hairbrush. After a long, sound spanking, he lets me up and tells me that I have 5 minutes to get ready or I will earn a return trip across his knee.
In less than that 5 minutes, I am ready and off we go.
We meet D's friends at the restaurant. Since we are a party of six, we have to wait at the bar for a table. Introductions are made and small talk is exchanged until our table is ready.
Once we sit down for dinner it is obvious that I am uncomfortable since I am squirming on my chair. D looks over to me and warns me to stop fidgeting or else.
One of the other guys, named Mark, remarks, "Looks like someone must have a freshly spanked bottom! You sure are squirming a lot!"
Mark begins to taunt me about being a naughty boy who still gets his bottom spanked. Soon he is joined by one of the other guys, Paul, and the two of them continue teasing me.
D leans over and remarks loud enough for the whole table to hear, "Boy, your face is almost as red as your ass was a little while ago."
The two guys get a good laugh from that remark and the taunting gets even stronger. Finally, one of the other guys, named Steve, says he has had enough of the taunting and tells Mark that he obviously does not know how to act in public. When they get home, he says, Mark is going to learn a good lesson.
Rick, the fourth guy, agrees and tells Paul that he is going to learn a good lesson also.
Mark and Paul start to plead their cases. They are both quite embarrassed that we have found out that they, too, get spanked when they deserve it.
Rick cuts the pleading short. He says, "I think it would be a good idea if we all go back to my place after dinner. That way, Mark and Paul can be punished in front of you because you were the subject of their inappropriate behavior."
Mark and Paul hang their heads. I am pleasantly surprised by this turn of events. With a big smile on my face, I begin to anticipate what is going to happen after dinner.
Knowing that they are about to get whipped, Mark and Paul are very quiet for the rest of the meal. The rest of us enjoy our dinner. When dinner is over, we all leave for Rick's place.
When we get to Rick's, Mark and Paul are ordered to strip to their underpants and to stand in two corners of the room. Rick leaves the room and comes back with a razor strop.
"This is the only implement that is ever used on Paul," he comments.
A chair is set up in the middle of the room and Paul is ordered to bend over the back of it. Then, his underpants are yanked down to his knees to exposed his round, bare buttocks. He is trembling with fear and embarrassment; knowing that he is going to get a good ass beating in front of us all.
Without further comment, Rick starts whaling away at Paul's butt. Rick gives Paul a long, hard strapping; exactly what he deserves.
I am pleased to get to witness the strapping and I intently watch every stroke of the strop fall on Paul's bare bottom. I start to comment on how much he deserves it. D glares at me and I know that I am in trouble again.
When Paul's thrashing is over, he is ordered to stand in the corner with his red bottom on display. Now it is Mark's turn.
Steve takes the strop from Rick. Just like Paul, Mark is bent over the chair and Mark's underpants are pulled down to expose his meaty butt cheeks.
Steve proceeds to give Mark an even harder tanning than Paul got; commenting that Mark was the ringleader and deserved an even more severe whipping. Afterwards, Mark is sent back to the corner.
I cannot help gloating. Observing to myself how silly they look standing there with their red bottoms on display, I begin to laugh out loud.
Before I know what is happening, D announces, "You think this is funny, boy? I guess you would like a dose of what they got, huh? Let's see if you are still laughing then!"
I am horrified at the thought of being spanked in front of Rick and Steve. D orders me to strip to my underwear and assume the position of bending over the chair.
"But Dad," I start to argue, "It's not fair. Please no! Please not in front of everyone."
D ignores my please and I finally comply. Once my underwear is pulled down, my bare bottom is treated to yet another sound beating. The strop, which is one of the most severe implements I have ever been spanked with, soon has me dancing and begging for D to stop.
When D is satisfied that I have been taught my lesson, I am sent to a corner.
"Just what I like to see," D comments. "There are now three bad boys standing in three corners with three very red and sore bottoms on display."
Later that evening, after D tucks me in, I lay in bed. My bottom is, of course, still sore but it is also pleasantly warm as I rub it. I feel very safe and cozy in my bed; just like a well-loved and well-spanked boy. I fall asleep wondering what tomorrow will bring.