"I see he was found Not guilty."
I looked at the man sitting on the next table to me in the bar. I was reading my newspaper.
"Who?"
"The guy who spanked his kid."
"Oh him. Yes."
"Good thing too, don't you think?"
"Matter of fact, I do," I replied.
"I spank my son," he said conspiratorially.
"Do you? Tell me more."
"Can I join you?"
I nodded.
"He's thirteen. I'm a single dad."
"Ah. How do you go about it?"
"I spank his bottom."
"Bare bottom?"
"You approve of bare bottom spanking?" he asked cautiously.
"I certainly do."
He grinned. "My lucky day." He stuck out his hand. "The name's Jim."
"Hi Jim. I'm David."
"I often spank him balls naked."
"Oh, I approve of that," I said. "Embarrassment is a good way."
"Trouble is," he said. "He's got a bit used to being naked with me."
"Ah."
"Matter of fact. He's waiting in his bedroom for me now."
"Naked?"
"No, he has to have a shower and put on clean underwear and school clothes."
"Sense of occasion. I see."
"I've been thinking.... but I don't suppose...?"
"What?"
He took a gulp of his lager. "I don't suppose you'd be interested in coming to watch? Better still, you could take charge of the punishment?"
"Sounds fine with me. Is it far?"
....
It wasn't far. Jim lived in quite a big place, standing detached in its own little piece of land. He led me in and sat me in his front room.
A moment later, he was back with his son, Timothy.
Timothy had light brown hair, cut rather short. He was quite tall for his years, with a smooth fair complexion and blue eyes. He wore rimless glasses. His school uniform consisted of black long trousers and socks, black leathrer shoes, white shirt, blue and red tie.
"This is David. He's going to take charge today."
Tim's jaw dropped. "Dad..?" he implored.
"Don't 'Dad' me. Get the room ready as usual."
Tim flushed. He went to the curtains and drew them, turning on some lights. He switched on the gas fire, then went to a cupboard from which he withdrew a large flat wooden spoon and a strap. He took them to his father. "Take them to David, not me." He handed them over. "And stand in front of David."
He stood facing me, hands clasped behind his bottom.
"Right Tim," I said. "I hear that your father makes you undress. Take off your shoes please."
He stooped silently and removed his school shoes.
"Now, turn round and spread your feet a little."
He did. It was a nice, small, rounded bottom." I grasped his hips and said, "Move bakwards so you are astride my knees." I sat forward, my knees together. He came backwards, as I guided him. "Now bend right forward and grasp your ankles."
He did so, presenting his buttocks perfectly. "I shall examine your bottom, Timothy, so I can be thinking how best to punish it when I have you undressed."
His bottom was almost in my face. I stroked its surfaces, feeling where his shirt was tucked and and where the elasticated legs of his briefs were. "Okay, stand up and face me again."
He did so, his face even more red.
"Take off you tie and shirt."
He gave a little shiver, then obeyed. To my surprise, he wore a white cotton singlet beneath.
"And your socks."
He held onto my chair arm as he pulled them off.
"Come closer." I pulled him forward from behind by his buttocks until his knees touched mine.
"I think I'll have these trousers off now."
He looked down, embarrassed as I undid him at the waist, then unzipped his fly.
His trousers slid slowly to his ankles.
"Take them off."
Again, he clung onto the chair arm to remove his trousers. His bare legs and arms were quite hairless. There was a whiff of hot boysweat about him. "Give your clothes to your father."
He scooped them up, once more stooping, his white y-front briefs tightening across his bottom. Then he handed his clothes over.
"Come back here."
He returned to face me, his blush spreading down his neck. "Not so clever now, are we?" I said.
There was a distinct bulge in the base of his briefs. It appeared to be growing. I sat forward. "Lie face down over my knees."
As he lay over me, I could feel the bulge, still soft, but hardening. I placed my hand on the seat of his thin briefs. "We'll soon have these off," I said, sliding my hand under the legs of the briefs and over his hot cheeks. His hardness began to develop. "Up you get."
As he got up, he gasped and reached to cover his front. His hard hairless young _c_o_c_k_ had popped out the front of his briefs.
"Leave it!" I ordered sharply. "Hands on head."
He obeyed as I picked up his glasses and put them to one side.
His penis was over five inches long, thin and completely erect. "Your son can't control his excitement at the thought of being naked," I said, turning him to face his father, who laughed loudly. I reached from behind him and threaded his briefs back over his penis, before dragging them to his ankles, giving me my first full view of his tight bare butt.
"Face me."
He faced me, his dick throbbing, no pubic hair, his vest hiding nothing.
"Strip naked."
He pulled off his vest and kicked off his underpants.
"Take them to your father and come back here."
He came back to me, his dick bobbing in front of him. I stood. "Hands on head."
He did so. I took the wooden spoon and started lightly slapping it against his buttocks. After about twenty light slaps, I smacked hard every five. Soon, his bottom was pinkening.
"Come over my knee."
His penis was soft now. I smacked his bottom soundly allover. By the end he was yelping and kicking.
"Come to the dining table."
"We all went to the oak dining table at the other end of the room. I had him clamber up at one end and kneel, feet spread, head down in his hands, at one end. I sat at that end, viewing his red spread cheeks, and lightly smacked them, even the inner surfaces, with the spoon. His bottom was soon dancing around and he was begging me to stop.
I stopped and picked up the leather belt, doubling it over....