Jim, after having been punished by his new stepdad for smoking, was in his room, rubbing his butt and talking to his stepbrothers, Mike and Chris. "And I hated having to sit on that darn bench for a half-hour afterward!" complained Jim. "And he's going to spank me again tonight..." he whined.
"Uh-oh!" said Mike, "Dad's follow-up punishments can be as bad or maybe worse than the first one! He mostly uses the hairbrush for the follow-ups, and if he has spanked you earlier in the day, I can guarantee you'll sleep on your tummy tonight! But at least he didn't decide to spank you every day for a week like he did to Chris a few weeks ago. That was for signing Dad's name to a note from school and Dad later found out about it."
Later that evening, the family was together in the den, playing Scrabble. There was lots of laughter, as was often the case with the newly married couple and their boys. Jim had completely forgotten about the session to come. "Bedtime, boys!" Helen announced at 9:30. "Off to the kitchen for your snacks and then run on upstairs!"
Jack put away the game board and sat down at the desk to pay a few bills. He looked at Jim and said gently, "Jim, after your snack, you run on up and take your shower in the guest room bathroom, Son. I'll be up to give you your spanking in a few minutes."
"Yes, Dad," said the redhead boy with a wince as he headed up the stairs. His bottom was still a little sore from his earlier encounter with Jack. As much as he hated being spanked, he loved his new stepdad and his stepbrothers. Dad's spankings were long and hard, and very embarrassing, but his manner was gentle and supportive. He had felt strangely secure earlier in the day, jackknifed as he was over his dad's knee. It was entirely unlike the times when a former boyfriend of his mother disciplined him. He remembered how cold he felt when Tony would come into the bedroom and close the door, pulling his belt from his pants and looping it. "Take your pants and underpants off, Boy, and lie down on that bed," he would command. "Keep that ass up, Boy, so I can whip you." It was bad whipping, but not a terrible one, but it was given often. He would do it when Helen was out running errands. "Your momma hates to hear me punishing you, Boy." Jim didn't like it when his mom went out shopping, because he knew that he would soon be baring his boyish backside for Tony to punish it. Jim didn't realize that Tony secretly relished his frequent encounters with the redhead boy's deeply cleft buttocks.
Jim stood in the shower, the warm water flooding over his muscular teenage body. He soaped carefully and paid particular attention to his tender butt, soon to be made more so. He wished he hadn't been caught smoking and vowed to be more careful and not get caught in the future.
Jack came into the bathroom to get the oval wooden hairbrush as Jim finished toweling off and was putting on his underwear for bed. "Don't bother putting your underpants on, Son, you'd just have to pull them down again. You can put them on after I've finished and you've spent time on the spanking bench" Each time Jack saw the boy nude he was reminded of why the boys at school called him "horse dick."
Jim emerged from the bathroom, clad in only his T-shirt, which partially covered his fair, red-fuzzed bottom. Jack was pulling down the windows and closing the blinds to prevent nosy neighbors from hearing or seeing the spanking that he was about to give the boy. He knew that Jim pulled the spanking chair to the middle of the floor and placed the hairbrush onto the nearby night stand.
"All right, Son, let's get this over with," said the stepfather as he guided Jim over his knee and pushed the long T-shirt up to his shoulders. As Jack adjusted the T-shirt up to expose Jim's backside he mentioned to Jim that in the future he would need to wear the cut-off T-shirt kept in the bureau drawer for the boys' spankings and enemas. "Keeps it off your hind parts and out of the way," he said.
Jack always jackknifed his boys over his left knee, head down close to the floor and butt prominently displayed for the spanking. To assure that the boy couldn't protect his backside from the spanking, Jack required him to clasp his hands around the father's ankle. After fine-tuning Jim's position, he stopped and began to quietly lecture the boy.
"Now, Son, you are here to be reminded that smoking is against the rules and that I will not permit you to compromise your health, especially on my watch. Do you understand?" Acknowledging that he did understand, the hapless boy tightly clenched his furry butt in anticipation of the stinging slaps of the hairbrush. "Jim, we had a little lesson this afternoon to help you learn to stay still during your spanking," said Jack, referring to the inner-thigh spanking he had given Jim for excessively thrashing around during the punishment. "Now, clenching your bottom is not allowed. And I want you to keep your legs apart as I spank you, because I have to get all down into the tender areas in the low part of your bottom. You were spanked earlier in the day, Son, so this will hurt more than it did then, and I expect you to obey the rules nonetheless. And Jim, I need to warn you that if you are caught again, you'll be spanked every day for a week."
"I'm going to be busy for the next few minutes, Son, and I want you to think about why you're being punished," the father said as he picked up the dreaded instrument which was never used for brushing hair.
The spanking was long and hard. Jack gave stinging spankings that did not bruise, so while he did not swing his arm in a full arc as he did during the earlier hand spanking, there were many wrist snaps delivered randomly all over the boy's bared, supple bottom. Included was the tender area on the inside of the butt cheeks, exposed by inserting the thumb and forefinger between the muscular buttocks and spreading them a bit. The spanks were delivered at a regular cadence with no more than a couple of seconds apart.
Jim cried and howled as the hairbrush delivered slap after slap to his already tender buttocks. But he had learned earlier to stay still, and the stepfather was pleased at how the boy attempted to remain in position. The sounds of the spanking, though muffled, traveled to the rest of the house for all to hear.
As the spanking continued, Jim looked back and through teary eyes saw his father intently studying his butt to ensure a thorough job. The teenager wanted to impress his dad and was determined to properly present his bottom for the spanking. He managed to push his butt upward for his dad to spank it. Jack was impressed. "Good boy," he said, "This won't take too much longer," as he continued to deliver the stinging smacks to the presented backside.
Jim's howls continued as he pleaded with Jack to stop and promised that he had learned his lesson. "Oh, Daddy, please, I've learned! It hurts so bad!" "I know it hurts, Son," said Jack as he continued the spanking, but dads have to teach their boys when their behavior is unacceptable. Keep that behind pointed up for me and keep those legs apart," as the hairbrush continued its work for another several minutes. Jim found himself cooperating with his dad and, despite his anguish, deliberately stuck his behind up for the spanking in an effort to obey his dad.
Good boy!" Jack said again as he continued, "I'm almost through here, Son, but now I want you to spread your legs just a little wider for me." Jim obeyed and Jack spanked the tender newly exposed area.
Finally the spanking stopped and Jack helped his new stepson to his feet, giving him a handkerchief to dry his tears and a big hug. Jim's hands clasped his inflamed butt, patting and rubbing frantically, his head still on Jack's shoulder. The hairbrush was finally at rest.
"Settle down, Son," Jack said softly as he continued to embrace the sobbing boy. "Now you sit on the spanking bench for fifteen minutes and think about your lesson, and then you can run upstairs and hop into bed."
Jim didn't even think of putting his briefs back on after the spanking. After the required bare bottom- sitting period on the hard, flat spanking bench, he ran back upstairs to the boys' bedroom in the attic. His two brothers were in bed waiting for him. They had listened to the spanking, each glad that they hadn't been caught. Chris and Mike spent the next twenty minutes comforting their new stepbrother and checking out his spanked butt until Jim fell off to sleep, sore but comforted by the feeling of being part of a real family.
Little did the other brothers know that the next day their stepmother would receive a phone call....