"My older son needs taking down a peg or two like that. Do you want to come home and do him now?"
We'd got talking in the bar and, as one does over beers, I'd expounded on my disciplinary theories once I knew he had two youngsters and was sympathetic to my thinking. I had not expected this. The sudden offer posed a problem - should I accept? The older boy was 13, the younger ten. I had espoused some quite radical approaches. "Are you sure?"
"I am - a stranger coming in should shake things up nicely. Come on."
He didn't live far away - a gatehouse cottage, all on its own, at the edge of a landed estate. He was clearly not a rich man.
He led the way through an untidy kitchen to the living room. In front of a coal fire, curtains drawn, the boys were watching TV. The older was lying across a torn white vinyl settee, bottom up, the younger curled up on an armchair.
Their dad switched off the TV. He lightly spanked the upturned bottom of his older son: "This is Mike and that's Kevin. David's come to give Mike his punishment, boys."
A silence suddenly descended. Kevin looked alert and expectant. Mike quickly sat up. Their father indicated the other battered armchair to me as he sat next to Mike.
"Are you going to spank Mike?" Kevin asked.
"He certainly is. I warned you Mike, didn't I?"
"Can I watch?"
"Yes Kevin, you can watch the whole thing."
"Ooh good, it makes my dick go hard."
"You're disgusting!" Mike said.
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are".
"All right boys! Mike, go to David."
"Aw, must I dad?"
"You were warned."
"Yes but I didn't think..."
"Well you were wrong, go to David."
Reluctantly, Mike got up and stood in front of my armchair. I noticed that Kevin was squeezing the front of his shorts.
Mike, though poorly dressed in light blue jeans, white sports socks and trainers and wwhite T shirt, was a good looking thirteen, quite tall, slender, but with a hint of muscularity. He had light brown hair, a smooth face and blue eyes.
"OK, Mike," I said. "Take off your shoes."
"Must I?"
"You must - and if you argue with me, when the spanking comes, I will be much tougher, so don't make that mistake."
The fight went straight out of him. He tugged off his shoes, holding my chair arm for balance, without unlacing them.
I sat forward and had him also stand forward, between my knees. I took hold of his belt.
"Oh good," Kevin half whispered, "You're going to take his jeans down." I looked up at Mike. His face was beginning to colour. I undid his belt and top button, then unzipped him. I drew his jeans to his thighs. The T-shirt was long, saving him immediate embarrassment. I told him to remove the jeans.
Looking rather unhappy, under his father and brother's watchful gaze, he dragged them off, leaving them crumpled under the coffee table.
"Take off your T-shirt."
"My T-shirt?"
"Ooh good," Kevin exclaimed, "Dad doesn't do that."
"Do as the man says," their dad said, "Or I'll do it for you."
Mike pulled off his T-shirt, to reveal his pair of white cotton y-fronts, tented forward at the front by what appeared to be at least a five inch boner.
Kevin laughed. "Calls me disgusting," he said. "Can I strip to my boxers dad, my dick's all cramped up."
"Yes, but come and sit on my lap," his dad said.
Kevin stripped to little red boxers and socks and perched on his dad's lap. "You are hard Kevin," he said, pulling his waistband outward and looking inside."Dad!" Kevin said, laughing.
I returned my attention to Mike. "Sit on the coffee table," I said.
He sat there.
"Now give me your left foot." He extended his hairless leg - I pulled off his sock. "Now the other." I took off the second sock.
"Hands on head." I showed him how. He was still very hard, giving an excellent profile to Kevin and his father, who were side on to us. "Now I'm going to strip you naked."
"Naked!"
"Oh yes."
"Cool!" Kevin said.
"You can shut up!" Mike snarled.
"Don't make the mistake of arguing, Mike," his dad said threateningly.
I quickly looped his underpant waistband over his dick and pulled his y-fronts to just below his hairless balls. He gasped and looked down. His dick was throbbing. I took his y-fronts to his ankles, my face almost colliding with his penis in the process.
"Take them off."
He stooped and removed them.
"Kneel on the coffee table, your bottom facing your dad. At this end. Come off a moment, I want to move the table cloer to them. That's it. Back on. Now knees further apart. Yes. Head down in your arms. No like this. Good."
I sat briefly next to Kevin and his dad on the settee to see what they were seeing. The view was more or less perfect, Kevin's bottom cheeks flared wide, his neat brown anal sphincter fully revealed. Kevin was open-mouthed and grasping the front of his boxers.
I moved the table, with Mike on it, a little further into the room. "Do we have a wooden spoon?" I asked.
"Get the big one," his dad told Kevin, who scrambled off his knee and came back with a large flat spoon.
I began to spank the neat young spread and upturned surfaces, at first lightly, moving my aim all round, outer and inner areas. Gradually I intensified the spanks, smacking much harder, including the backs of thighs. Soon he was yelping and writhing and his dad had to hold him. His bottom had turned uniformly bright red, inside and out.
THE END