"Hey, guys, come in here!" Dad called from the doorway of his den to my little brother and me. We hurried through the hall, eager with curiosity. I didn't know what Dad had in store, but judging from the cheerful tone of his voice, it must be something fun.
Dad shut the den door behind Mark and me, and I noticed he had several manila envelopes in his hand.
"Know what these are, guys?" he asked.
We shook our heads.
"Well, I've been busy in my darkroom all morning." He cast a sly glance at me, then spoke breezily to Mark, "These are the pictures we took of Paul's last whipping!"
Oh no! Dad had said he wanted that whipping to be as embarrassing as possible for me, and had let Mark make pictures of the whole thing. I didn't believe he'd even keep the film, and here he was with brand new prints!
"Let me see! Let me see!" Mark bubbled over with enthusiasm. Dad laughed.
"I don't want to look at them," I said and started to move away.
"No you don't, young man!" Dad put a firm arm around my shoulders and hauled me back. "You're going to take a good look at these with your brother and me. I think you need a little reminder to keep you in line!"
Dad pulled me to his right as he sat at his desk, with Mark at his left almost hopping with excitement, then took a batch of photographs from one of the envelopes.
"Here's the very beginning, Mark, remember?"
The picture showed me, a sorrowful look on my face, standing in my pajamas in the middle of our living room.
"Yeah, Dad, but let's get to the good stuff."
"Take it easy, son, we've got plenty of time to enjoy these. Now here's where Paul starts to undress."
I was down to my underpants in the next picture. Also the next one. Mark had snapped a rear view as I turned to toss away my pajama bottoms.
"Is he naked in the next one, Dad?"
Dad chuckled. "He sure is, Mark."
"Well let's see!"
But Dad wanted to be dramatic and made him wait a little. I tried to turn away, but Dad yanked me back.
"You know what you're going to see in the next shot, Mark? Paul's completely naked in it!"
"Front or back?"
"Front! You ready to for it?"
I groaned.
"Yes! Yes!" Mark shouted.
"Okay then, guys, it's _c_o_c_k_ and balls time!" Dad suddenly revealed the next picture. Mark burst out laughing, and Dad joined in.
There I was without my clothes on right in the middle of the living room! I had tried to cover my midsection, but Dad had made me move my hands away so Mark could take the picture.
"You took several like this one, didn't you, Mark?" Dad asked, exhibiting more photographs.
"Yeah! You made him do jumping jacks so his little willie really bounced!"
"It sure did! See? Take a look at these, Paul."
I had to. Sure enough, there was my prick, sometimes only a blur, and my balls, jiggling in weird positions.
"Pretty funny, huh, boys?" Dad and Mark had a good laugh at my expense.
Then Dad asked, "So what do you think's next, Mark?"
My bratty brother pondered a moment. "Paul's butt!"
"Right! And here it is!"
He showed us a large close-up of my naked butt. Dad had made me bend over and let Mark get right behind me with the camera.
"I'll bet Paul's little butt hasn't been that white since! Just look at it! White as snow!"
"I made some more pictures of his butt, didn't I, Dad?"
"You sure did, and here they are. See Paul's face between his legs?"
"Yeah. And you told him to smile."
"That's not much of a smile, is it? But this is a nice shot, with your brother's butt and face too."
"Where are the ones of his butthole, Dad?"
Dad laughed. "Coming up next. Remember, Paul, I told you you were going to show us everything!"
"So you made him spread his cheeks."
"I liked those so much I enlarged a couple." He pulled an 8x10 glossy from another envelope. "Look at that detail, Mark. You can see Paul's little butthole nice and clear. How's that for full exposure, Paul? Ha!"
They enjoyed the pictures of my spread butt cheeks (my face clearly visible as well) for a while longer, then Dad said, "And now the whipping starts!"
The next picture showed Dad, a wide smile on his face, holding his big leather belt against my still bent-over butt. Then there was a blurred shot where I had shot up and grabbed my rear end after Dad had smacked it with the belt.
"I wish we could see Paul's face in that one, don't you, Mark?" was Dad's comment.
He had made me bend back over for the next shot, where a bright red stripe glowed across my butt.
"And here's another one and another one! Paul's butt is really getting red, isn't it, Mark? Here he is grabbing it again. So I smacked his hands with the belt and he really howled, didn't he?" They both laughed at the remembrance.
"Now this is where I took a break and had Paul change positions."
He had made me lie in the armchair and pull my legs back toward my head.
Dad pulled out another 8x10. "This is one of my favorites. You can see everything! Balls, _c_o_c_k_, butt, butthole and face! And look how red that butt is!"
He heard me moan. "I said look, mister! I hope you see a misbehaving young man getting what he deserves!"
Mark called, "And here's one with me!" He had pulled my legs farther back, exposing me even more humiliatingly as Dad snapped the picture. It showed me crying and Mark with a fiendish grin.
"Hey, Paul!" Dad teased, "You look like you were getting a little hard in this shot. You must have been enjoying it!"
Dad had started whipping me again in that position, with my brother still holding my legs back, so there were no pictures of that scene.
"I really blistered his butt, too. It's a shame we couldn't get some shots of that. At least you can see the results in the next picture."
Another close-up, courtesy of Mark, showed my bright red butt, well-striped by Dad's belt.
"And now for the grand finale," Dad announced. "Here's Paul dancing around after I finished. Look at him rubbing his butt! Ha! Here's another frontal shot. That little dickie is bouncing around like crazy again! Pretty funny, huh?
"It sure is, Dad!"
"Here's Paul in the corner."
There I stood, all right, my glowing butt on display. One picture showed Dad, beaming over his handiwork, giving me a playful swat that had stung like hell.
"And here's another one with you in it, Mark! Look at you, laughing and pointing at your brother's butt. You won't ever forget that night, will you, son?"
"No way, Dad!"
Dad turned to me. "And I hope you won't forget the lesson you learned that night, young man. Because I've got these pictures to remind you if you give me the least little bit of trouble. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," I practically sobbed.
"Good." Dad picked up a bulging manila envelope. "Now, Mark, I figured that a lot of Paul's friends would like to see him without his clothes on - not to mention with a red butt! So I had a bunch of copies made, and if you want to pass them around..."
"No, Dad, NO!" I yelled, and snatched the envelope as he was handing it to Mark. The contents spilled on the floor. It had been filled with nothing but wadded tissue paper.
Dad and Mark howled with laughter. Finally Dad was able to say, "I wish Mark had had his camera to capture the look on your face! It was as red as your butt was in those photographs!"
I blushed even more.
"Okay, Paul, you can go to your room now. Mark and I are going to have another look at the pictures, aren't we, son?"
"You bet, Dad!"
As I raced toward the stairs, I heard Mark say, "You know, Dad, the next time you give Paul a whipping, we ought to use your camcorder!"
"Hey, that would be nice and humiliating, wouldn't it?"