As Matt lugged the last of his belongings to his car, he let out a sigh of relief. While he loved college for the most part, it had been a trying semester. He had started out poorly, and it had taken a lot of work and an embarrassing reminder from his father to pull things out. He had managed though, and although his grades wouldn't arrive at his parents' house for a week or so, he knew that he was getting all A's except a B in Calculus. Not bad, all things considered.
As he drove down the highway, singing absently to the music on the radio, his thoughts drifted to the coming summer. He had a summer job as a lifeguard at the pool in his hometown already lined up, and would be living with his parents that summer. He was glad to get to spend some time at home, especially now that his grades would have him back in his father's good graces. A slight worry tickled the back of his mind, but he was sure his father had forgotten about THAT by now. Surely he had....
Two weeks passed by, and Matt was in the summer routine. Although the pool wouldn't open for a couple weeks yet, he and the other lifeguards were busy getting the facilities ready for the coming season. When he wasn't working, he would spen time with his friends that were in town, or go golfing with his dad.
The second Friday that he was back, Matt and his dad went over to his Uncle Sam's house for an evening barbeque. Sam was Matt's dad's brother, and he was always a lot of fun. Matt was a bit disappointed that his cousin Colin wasn't there; Colin was only a year younger than Matt and the two of them had always been close.
"So how's college going, Matt?" his uncle asked him.
"Great! I got almost all A's this semester."
"Your dad must be proud of you," Sam replied.
The three of them continued to chat about this and that as Sam grilled steaks as Matt and his dad cleaned potatoes and put them in the oven to bake. They had just sat down to eat, Matt's mouth watering with the smell of the steaks, when the front door opened and Matt's cousin Colin wallked in.
"Hey dad, Matt, Uncle Mark. What's going on?"
"Just having some good old red meat", Sam replied, "Want me to throw a steak on for you?"
"No, dad, thanks, but I'm heading out soon. I'm meeting a couple of the guys from work here soon. I'm just gonna grab a shower."
Colin tossed his jacket on a chair, and headed up the stairs to his bedroom. His jacket promptly fell on the floor. Soon the sound of the shower running could be heard from the upstairs bathroom. Matt's uncle got up with a sigh, going over to jacket and picking it up. "I swear, that boy will never learn to pick up after himself." By sheer coincidence, he picked the jacket up by the bottom instead of the collar; as he went to flip it around and hang it up, a bag fell out. Sam laid the coat back down on the chair, a funny look on his face, and picked up the bag. He looked at it, and shook his head in disbelief. He raised the bag to his nose, sniffing it, and tossed it on top of the jacket in disgust.
"Pot. The little bastard's got pot! In my HOUSE!" Matt shrank back in his chair at the look of anger on his uncle's suddenly red face. Just then, the water shut off upstairs; apparently Colin was being literal about a quick shower.
"COLIN!" Sam yelled up the stairs.
"Yeah, dad?" Colin said as he peeked around the door.
"Get down here, we need to talk."
"Umm...sure dad, just let me get dressed."
"Forget getting dressed! I want you down here now!"
Moments later, Colin appeared in the kitchen, wearing only a towel, his hair still wet from the shower.
"What's so important, dad? Why couldn't it wait."
"This!" Matt's uncle said, tossing the bag at his son. "What the hell is this?"
Suddenly white, Coling stammered, "Um. Well. It's It's..."
"It's pot, that's what it is. POT!"
"Dad, come on, it's not that big a deal. Really."
"Not that big a deal? Drugs aren't that big a deal?!? "
"Come on dad," Colin said, starting to get angry himself. "Can't this wait until Matt and Uncle Mark leave?"
"Oh no. No, no, no. This can't wait. I will NOT allow any son of mine to bring drugs into my house. If you want to do pot, you can get your own place."
"Dad!! Calm down! It's just pot; it's nothing big. Besides you know I can't afford my own place. I won't bring it around here any more, I promise. I'm gonna go get dressed, all right." Sam glanced over at Matt, rolling his eyes.
"I don't think so, Mr. Big Shot. You've got two choices: One, you can be packed and out by Sunday morning. Two, I can bust your ass just like I would've if I caught you with this crap in high school. You may be 19, but you've obviously still got a lot of growing up to do. It's your choice."
Colin looked around, a wild look on his face. "Dad! You can't be serious. Come on!"
Sam looked at his son with a cold expression and said "I couldn't be any more serious. I want you decision now."
"But dad, Matt is here. And Uncle Mark!" Colin looked horrified.
"So? Your decision?"
Colin's shoulders slumped. "You have me backed into a corner here dad, we both know that. Can we at least do this in private?"
"Nonsense. We'll do it right here and now. Maybe your cousing seeing you getting your butt busted will help you get the message."
Matt was getting uncomfortable; he really didn't want to see Colin get spanked. He knew how humiliating it was. "Umm, dad, I think we should go..."
"Don't be silly," his uncle cut him off. "You should stay."
"Of course we're staying," Matt's dad broke in. "In fact, Matt and I have a bit of business to tend to, don't we Matt? You didn't think I'd forget did you."
Matt's heart sank. He guessed his father hadn't fotgotten about the second spanking that was part of the bargain he had made earlier over his grades. Now, not only was he going to see his cousing get spanked, he was going to get a spanking too!!
His dad filled in his uncle on the situation, and his uncle left the room, returning with a wooden paddle in one hand and a hairbursh in the other. Handing off the brush to Matt's dad, he took a seat on one end of the living room couch and gestured for his brother to take the other end, which he did.
"All right, Colin, drop that towel and get over here!" Sam ordered. His face beet red, Colin did so, refusing to take his eyes off the floor. He laid across his father's lap, waiting.
"Well, Matt, Colin's already in his birthday suit, so you might as well show off yours!" Matt hated the fact that his father always had to joke around when giving him a spanking. Sighing, but deciding to get it over with, Matt quickly stripped to his underwear. His father gestured for him to discard them as well, which Matt did with only the slightest of hesitation, then crossed the room to his father. His dad made him lay so that his head was facing Colin's. Matt closed his eyes to avoid having to look at his cousin.
"Ok, boys, here are the rules." Sam continued. Mark and I will take turns. I will give Sam 10 swats, then Mark will give Matt 10 swats. Then I will give Sam 20 swats, and Mark will give Matt 20 swats, and so on up to 50 swats. You are to looko directly into each other's eyes at all times, starting now."
Matt opened his eyes, and looked at Colin, who was pale white. "This sucks dude," Colin mouthed. Matt just nodded. Suddenly, Colin's face scrunched up in surprised pain as his dad slammed the paddle into his ass. CRACK CRACK CRACK! Nine more times the paddle swung. Coling gritted his teeth; Matt could tell he was in pain, but Colin was doing his best not to cry out.
Just as quickly as Colin's last swat landed, Matt's first landed, causing him to hiss. His first ten were over quickly, and it was time for Colin's second round. CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK!! Sam delivered 20 stinging swats to Colin's butt, causing him to kick his legs and pound the floor with his hands. Matt's round of 20 brought tears to his eyes; the brush was brutal!!
By the time Matt was able to focus on Colin's round of 30, it was already half over. Colin was yelling in pain, begging his dad to stop, which of course he didn't. When it was over, Colin was crying softly.
CRAAAACCCCK!! Matt's first swat of thirty was unbearable. He bellowed in pain, and tears ran down his cheeks. CRACK CRACK CRAKC!! Mark was unmerciful, and Matt was sobbing. Colin grabbed Mark's hand, squeezing it for support as they kicked and cried out their tears as their fathers inflicted fire onto their butts.
After Matt had taken his forty, Coling braced for his final round. He tensed up, waiting, but the swat didn't come. He and Matt looked at each other through their tears, trying to catch their breath. Maybe their fathers were going to take mercy on them.
Matt's father quickly dashed that hope, saying "I hope this lesson has made it's point for both of you; I'm sure Sam is just as willing to repeat it as I am if it hasn't. You will now receive your fifty swats together."
Glancing at each other in horror, the boys grabbed each other's hand again and braced for the coming swats. They knew it would be horrible and they were right. They kicked, howled, and sobbed into each other's faces, squeezing hands so hard they were afraid they might break!
Finally, it was over. Their fathers lowered them to the couch, and then went to the kitchen to finish their by now cold steaks.
Colin looked at Matt with red eyes. "God, that was a bitch. I can't _f_u_c_k_ing believe he spanked me. I can't believe I bawled like that."
"I bawled just a bad, man. I hope we never have to go through that again."
Sitting up, they hugged, their relief at the spanking being over overcoming their embarrassment at being naked.