The next morning I was wakened by the butler who delivered a morning spanking across his knee, before dressing me once again in tee-shirt and shorts. When I asked if I could have my jeans back again, he responded by pulling my shorts (they were elastic round the waist no doubt to facilitate easy removal!) and my underpants for another quick spanking. I was learning fast to keep quiet, and speak only when spoken to! Breakfast for Jim and I was preceded once again by a 'bottom inspection' and another trip across Lord Dougby's knee. Once breakfast was over, Jim was assigned to assist the butler on house duties. I was told that I would have to assist the cook later in the day, but that in the meantime I was free to walk in the gardens. Jim didn't look too happy going off with the butler. We both knew at this stage that the butler was only too happy to spank for the slightest reason. And he didn't believe in wasting time spanking on anything except a bare butt! Jim told me later that after a while the butler removed Jim's shorts and underpants altogether, and made Jim go round in front of him with his red butt on display! And there seemed to be plenty of reasons to redden that butt some more!
Meanwhile I was enjoying my walk in the garden, away from all the spankers. Then I saw a tall, dark-haired man in a dark suit and peaked cap walking towards me. I was immediately very self-conscious of being in attire more suited to a small boy. But there was nowhere to turn to, so I had to face the stranger. When we met, he gave an evil grin and stopped, with his hands on his hips.
"Well, you must be one of the residents here! Have you been getting your little bottom warmed? Let's have a look!" the stranger said.
With that he grabbed me and pulled my trousers down. I tried to run but only fell over and he quickly had me across his knee and my briefs pushed down.
"Whow! What a lovely cherry red butt! But I think it can do with some warming up!"
And he proceeded to spank me. The stranger had a very heavy hand, much heavier than the butler. All I could do was cry. Was I going to spend the rest of my life across peoples' knees, with my trousers down, and getting my butt spanked? The pain was really getting unbearable, but suddenly I heard my name being called by the butler. The stranger ran off and I just had myself decent when the butler appeared. He told me that Lord Dougby had some unexpected guests and wanted me to join him when he met them, in case he required some assistance. The butler told me I had better move quickly. Not wanting another spanking, I ran to the house where Lord Dougby brought me to one of the waiting rooms.
When we entered the room, I saw there were two men waiting for Lord Dougby. One was in his mid 20s, tall and fair, well built with long hair. He had beautiful eyes and a great body, which was well shown off by his tight black jeans. He didn't look at all happy and avoided Lord Dougby's eyes. He looked curiously at me, and again I was reminded what a sight I must look in my school boy shorts. I blushed furiously. The other man was in his late 40s, not quite as tall, but well built and wearing a pair of blue 501 jeans. Both were dressed expensively, and the older man had a great looking gold bracelet.
The older man explained the purpose of their visit. He told Lord Dougby that the younger man was his son, and married for two years to an excellent young lady. They had one son, just a year old. However the young man had been thrown out by his wife! It seemed that he was totally irresponsible, and continued to act as if he were still a bachelor. The last straw was when his wife went out for an evening with her friends, leaving him to babysit. When she came home he was asleep, drunk, on the sofa. The baby was roaring its head off as he hadn't been changed for hours. The young lady called her father-in-law, who came over and saw the situation for himself. He asked for one last chance for his son, and when the young lady agreed, he and his chauffeur put his son into the car and drove straight to Lord Dougby's. He pleaded his case:
"Please, Lord Dougby. Take my son in for two weeks. If anyone can do anything, you can! I've heard about all your successes."
I was just looking at the young man, and even getting excited as I imagined him losing those lovely black jeans and having his bubble butt spanked good and proper, when I couldn't believe my ears as Lord Dougby replied.
"I don't know. It may not be possible to help your son."
What was wrong with Lord Dougby! Was he going to turn down the chance of spanking this lovely young stud?
The father almost cried. Lord Dougby was his last hope!
"Please, Lord Dougby! It doesn't matter what it costs! Money is no object to me."
"It's not a question of money," cooly replied Lord D. "Our prices are fixed and I do not expect more."
"I'm sorry, Lord Dougby," the father quickly replied. "It's just that I'm getting desperate. I suppose I know now that I should have punished Mark more when he was younger. Once he reached 16, I never spanked him again. Now I feel it's my fault that he's so irresponsible."
"That's an important point. For your son's punishment to have any hope of success, you are also going to have to be punished." Said Lord Dougby smoothly.
Suddenly I saw what Lord D's intention was, the cute fox! He was going to have both guys across his knee, not just one! I looked at the father (his name was Peter) and as I imagined him with his jeans around his ankles, and rubbing his sore butt, I began to get excited again!
Peter paled, but in a resigned voice said:
"Okay, if that's what it takes, I'm ready to take my punishment."
Mark was ordered to stand by the wall and watch his father getting punished. Lord Dougby sat down and indicated to Peter to come across his knee, which he did. Lord D smoothed over the seat of Peter's blue jeans. They hugged his butt beautifully, so Lord D had a good target.
WHAM! WHAM! SMACK! SMACK!
Peter gasped but held firm as he took his punishment. I saw tears in Mark's eyes as he watched his father take punishment on his account. What love Peter was showing for his son!
After twenty spanks on his jeans, Lord D told Peter to stand up. I was called over and told to lower Peter's jeans. Peter hung his head as I approached him, unbuckled his belt, opened all the buttons of his jeans. Then I quickly lowered them and stood back to admire my work! Once again Dougby guided Peter across his knee. Peter was wearing a pair of bikini briefs, so the top of his crack was already visible. His plump butt filled the briefs. After another twenty spanks, I was called forward again and without moving Peter again, I was ordered to take down the bikini briefs. As I reached under Peter to do this, I came in contact with his hardening _d_i_c_k_! Then I lowered his briefs so that they joined his jeans at his ankles.
Peter really had a lovely butt. I marvelled how Lord Dougby must have spotted this immediately and so held out under Peter agreed to a spanking for himself as well as for his son. His butt was already reddening and after another twenty spanks, it was red indeed!
Then it was Mark's turn. Peter stood with his back to the wall, with his hands covering his privates, while Mark was punished. First I got to admire his cute, black jean clad butt over Lord Dougby's knee. Mark took his first punishment silently. Then he was back on his feet, while I came forward and lowered his jeans. He was also wearing bikini briefs and his bubble butt looked good in the briefs, back across Lord Dougby's knee! This time there was more reaction to the spanking. Then he was back on his feet and I almost got weak at the knees when I was told to take down Mark's briefs. He was turned on too, as I could see from the bulge in his briefs. His _d_i_c_k_ almost hit me in the face, when I quickly pulled down the briefs. But the sight of his bare butt across Lord Dougby's knee was really something to behold! Lord D also stopped to admire it and even gently patt it, before delivering another twenty swats. Mark was sobbing by now, as was Peter watching him.
Both men were then left standing, facing the wall, hands on their heads, while Lord D lectured them on responsibility, every so often giving them a crack across the bottom with his belt.
Then Peter was told to remove completely all of Mark's clothes. Mark looked a sorry sight, naked, with his head bowed and his hands modestly covering his _d_i_c_k_ and balls. Peter was then told he could pull up his own briefs and jeans.
"Right, Peter, there is just one more thing. While Mark is resident here, you will have to report each morning for a spanking yourself. It will be part of his therapy, knowing that you are being spanked also." Said Lord Dougby.
"But I can't! I'm due to leave on a business trip today. My chauffeur is waiting to leave with me right away. We will be on the road for two weeks, staying in motels around the country. I can't possibly return here every day."
"Well it's essential that you are being spanked at the same time as your son. There's only one thing for it then. Your chauffeur will have to spank you each day."
"WHAT!" cried Peter. "You can't be serious!!!"
"I certainly am. I don't talk lightly about serious matters." Replied Lord D stiffly. "And now the choice is yours. You can either call your chauffeur in here and enlist his support, or else you can take your son away with you."
Peter knew he had no other option, so he left to call his chauffeur. When he returned who did he have with him, but my most recent tormentor, the tall guy who had spanked the living daylights out of me in the garden! As I was in the background, the chauffeur (whose name was Stephen) didn't notice me, as he was instructed to sit down and Peter had to go across his knee for a spanking, just to see how good he was. Well, I couldn't believe it! He started giving Peter a dusting, more than a spanking, he was so light and polite about it! When Lord D. pointed this out, Stephen said that he wasn't used to spanking, that this was the best he could do. Lord D looked like he was going to accept this, so I decided I had better speak up.
"That's not true! You can give a much better spanking than that!" I said.
Stephen paled when he saw me, but Lord D asked:
"Derek, what do you mean? How do you know this man?"
I then told my story of how I had met Stephen in the garden and of the awful spanking he gave me. As evidence, I turned round and dropped my trousers and underpants. My bottom still showed plenty of evidence of Stephen's ministering.
Lord D was furious! He didn't mind Stephen spanking me in the garden (he was happy to have anyone assist in the spankings), but he did not appreciate being lied to. It was obvious that Peter had told Stephen to go easy on him. They were told to leave (with Mark) or accept their punishment.
And so I got my revenge on Stephen. First of all he had to go across my knees while I spanked his posterior. Then he had to stand there, while I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and slowly lowered his pants down his long legs. Another spell across my knee for a spanking, then I pulled his boxer shorts down. And while Lord D wasn't watching (he was busy giving Peter another bare-assed spanking) , I managed to pull Stephen's _d_i_c_k_ and even squeeze his balls! Stephen cried, but Lord D. paid no attention. I finished off with another twenty hard swats to Stephen's red ass.
All too soon, Peter and Stephen were fully dressed again and ready to leave. Before they went, Lord D. handed them a camera.
"I have decided now that you will each have to spank each other every morning. After the spanking, you will take photographs of each others' very red butts. The photos will come out dated, so I will know exactly if you carried out my orders.
And with that, Peter and Stephen departed rather sheepishly. Both had sore butts and they knew their butts were going to get sorer over the coming days!
As Lord D saw them off the premises, I was left alone with Mark, who was now facing the wall again, hands on his head, with his very cute butt on display. I went over and stood behind him.
"Well, Mark, I think you and I are going to get to know each other very well over the coming days." He started as I gave him a quick slap on the behind.
I hadn't discussed it with Jim, but I had already decided that I was staying for the holiday with Lord Dougby. This was a lot more exciting than any trip to the beach, even if there was some pain involved. But I felt that if I stayed, maybe Lord D would let me help with Mark!
(to be continued. All suggestions welcome, thanks for those already received!)