Billy's dad had spanked him not more than half a dozen times throughout his fourteenth year, but each time it had been a memorable occasion. Billy tried to avoid behavior which would result in a spanking, but somehow he just seemed to get in deeper and deeper and his father would wind up taking him out to the garage, taking down his pants and underpants, place Billy across his knee and proceed to turn his son into a blubbering little boy. Billy was always very embarrassed by these happenings and would always take a long time before he could go back in the house and face his mother and brothers. He knew that his older brother, who was eighteen, had never been spanked, and his younger brother, who was twelve, also had never been spanked. What he didn't know, of course, was that they had been threatened more than once and had always managed to avoid this drastic measure with much begging and pleading.
Billy's dad was not a cruel man, and he did not want Billy to suffer more than necessary. He himself had been spanked as a young man and he knew the humiliation that he suffered because of it. He had taken care to spank Billy only on Fridays because he knew that the redness and any marks of a spanking were sure to disappear by Monday when Billy had to go to school. He didn't want the other boys to tease him because they could see marks on his ass in the showers after gym class. Billy, of course, didn't know that his father saved his spankings for Fridays, but he was glad that he didn't have to share his humiliation with any of his friends. At the age of fourteen, just when a little hair has begun to grow down there, it would be just too embarrassing to have to admit that your father still treated you like a little kid.
Of course, this didn't stop Billy from looking at all of his friends' asses while in the showers. Twice in the past couple of months he had seen faint markings that might have come from spankings, but he couldn't be sure. He was dying to find out if anyone else his age got spanked like he did. If he ever found out that any of his buddies was getting spanked, it might take a little of the humiliation out of his own spankings.
Sure enough, what he had been looking for showed up one day, and on an ass that he would never have believed: his best friend Dave. There was no mistaking those tell-tale red marks left by a hard striking hand, and the vertical marks on either side of his crack showed that Dave had been spanked really hard.
If he hadn't been such a good friend, Billy might never have brought up the subject, but with Dave he felt he could at least mention the subject. So he decided to give it a shot while they were still in the shower-room.
"Hey, Dave. How come your ass is so red?"
"None of your business, dammit. Leave me alone!" Dave replied. But Billy noted a catch in his voice and he could swear that tears were welling up in Dave's eyes.
"Dave, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry. It's just that" and here Billy lowered his voice to a whisper, "my dad spanked me not too long ago, and my ass was just like yours."
"Your dad spanked you!" Dave was truly astonished. Fourteen year olds can feel really alone when their dads spank them.
"Well, yeah. So what?"
"So nothing. I just didn't think a guy like you would ever get spanked!"
"Well... I never thought a guy like you would ever get spanked. So there! What did you do to deserve a spanking?"
"I was really dumb. I was jerking off in bathroom and I forgot to lock the door. My dad walked in to take a dump and caught me. I never had a chance. My pants were already down, and he just sat down on the toilet, hauled my ass across his knee and let me have it."
"Wow! Talk about turning pleasure into pain in less than a second."
"Yeah. And what's worse, all the guys can see that I got spanked. It's a real bummer. Tell me about you. What did you ever do that your dad spanked you?"
"Later, Dave. Why don't we go over to my house after school and we can swap stories. I hate to admit it, but I'm really curious about how you feel when your dad spanks you. I've had some really curious reactions and I'd like to see if you have had some of the same."
Later on at Billy's house, Dave admitted that he often got a hard-on when he thought about getting spanked. Billy and Dave tried comparing notes to find out if it was the embarrassment or the humiliation or the pain that cause their erections, but they couldn't come to any certain conclusion. But they both admitted that they used the memories of certain spankings to reach a climax.
It was Dave's turn to take the initiative.
"How about playing a little game, Billy?"
"What kind of game?"
"We both strip down naked, lie side by side on the bed, and each one tries to get a biggest hard-on that he can. Then we can compare our _d_i_c_k_s and see which one is the longest and the hardest. One of the rules, though, is that you can't touch yourself. How about it?"
"You're on!" said Billy.
Both boys took off their clothes, lay down on the bed side by side, close thaie eyes and began to think of that which gave them the most excitement. It wasn't long before Billy said:
"Take a look, Dave. I think I got you beat!"
"Like fun, you have. I'm at least a half-inch longer than you."
"Maybe, but I bet if I stroke mine it'll be longer than yours."
"Yeah, but no touching. Remember?"
"Yeah, but you didn't say anything about me touching you or vice-versa," said Billy. And he shyly reached toward Dave's throbbing _c_o_c_k_. Dave, not to be outdone, did the same, and within seconds they were stroking each other to see who would be the first to climax.
"WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"
Billy's dad had come earlier than expected and had just witnessed the most shocking thing he had ever seen as he passed by the open door of his son's bedroom.
"Dad! What are you doing..."
Billy's sentence ended in a shriek as a swiftly found himself over his father's knee and his ass the recipient of fast and furious smacks from his father's hand.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! OWOOO! OUCH! NO, DAD, PLEASE! SMACK! YOWOO!
It wasn't long, however, before his ouches and yowling gave way to bawling out loud.
In the meantime, Dave, who was still naked, backed himself into a corner of the room and tried to make himself invisible. Every ounce of his brain told to get the hell out of there, but the sight of Billy's Dad's hand rising and falling, and Billy's ass getting redder and redder, and Billy's bawling fascinated in much the same way that snakes are able to fascinate their prey and keep them from fleeing certain death. Dave wasn't really afraid for himself even though he should have been. What he was feeling was a raging hard-on at seeing his friend get the spanking of his life. And a kind of dread that the same thing should be happening to him. Yet hoping that somehow he would be overlooked and that Billy's dad would simply forget that he was in the room.
That was probably the most foolish hope he had ever had in his young life.
"Now you, young man. Get over here. NOW!"
"Me, sir? You're not going to spank me, are you? I'm not your son."
"No, you're not. But you saw fit to fondle my son's penis. And for that you are going to get the same spanking that he got. Or do you think you can run home without any clothes on?"
"But, sir. Please. Don't spank me, please! I won't ever do anything like that again."
"_d_a_m_n_ed right you won't. Because if you do, you'll get a far worse spanking than the one you're going to get right now. Now, GET OVER MY KNEE!"
Something in the man's voice told Dave that he had better not argue. He got.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! It was a repetition of the spanking that the sobbing Billy had received only moments before.
"I notice your ass is already red. Have you been spanked recently?"
"Ye... Yes, sir." Dave sobbed out between smacks. "My dad spanked me last night at home."
"Well, it's nice to know that you've been spanked by someone else. This is no surprise to you, then."
By now Dave was bawling as hard as Billy had and was in no condition to carry on a conversation. His only thoughts were about ending the pain. Not to mention the humiliation of being spanked by someone other than his father. And deserving it as well.
But Billy's dad wasn't about to let this incident pass with just a couple of simple spankings. He knew that Billy had crossed the line a little too far this time, and he was sure that his friend had also crossed that line for the first time. Both were in need of some serious punishment.
"All right, now. The both of you. When I came in you were lying side by side on the bed. Now I want you both back on the bed and lying side by side. But this time it's going to be face down!"
"Dad, please! No more! Dave and I are sorry. Please don't spank us anymore!"
"I said: ON THE BED. NOW! AND FACE DOWN!" said Billy's dad as drew out the belt from around his waist.
"A spanking is for children. A whipping is for boys who think they are men! And before this is over, you are both going to experience a whipping that will give you a lot to think about before you ever repeat what I witnessed when I walked into this room!"
And, true to his word, when both boys were in position, he raised the belt high over his head and let it whistle down across both bare bottoms at the same time. Both boys howled in pain and their anguish increased with each lash of the belt, twelve in all.
Of course, two days later, when they had to take their showers, the evidence of their humiliation was quite clear to the others. But only one of the other boys dared to mention it to them, and that was only because he had a few fading marks of his own.
But that is another story for another time...