Private Matter

by Buster

Jeffery's Dad leaned into the room where his boy sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor. He was satisfied to see the young man in an appropriately worried state.

"Your mom and brother are going shopping this evening. You and I are gonna stay here and have a man to man. Get the picture bud?"

Lips pursed and eyebrows raised, he gave the face of the door one gentle pat. The gesture was meant to suggest that a spanking was on the way. After that he backed out of the room and made his way back up the hallway from where he came. He'd said what he had to say and there was no need for response from the boy. The message wasn't lost on Jeffery who had been watching his dad out of the top corner of his eye. It didn't come as a surprise. Getting caught smoking cigarettes wasn't any small matter in the Wilson family.

He had been with Eric and Chad in the empty lot on Mill Street where they liked to go ride there bikes. All three boys had a smoke in there hand from a pack that Eric had swiped out of a carton that belonged to his mom. Jeffery had just finished telling the guys a story about how he got Mrs. Anderson at school so upset at him that she was stuttering. His imitation of her got a rise of laughter from the guys and he was taking a satisfactory drag when he noticed his buddies laughter turn to looks of dismay in the distance behind him. He recognized the sound of his father's truck immediately and as discreetly as possible dropped the smoke in front of him and stepped on it. His slight of hand concealment of the cigarette might have proved to be a more effective illusion if he'd remembered to blow the smoke out before he turned around to face his dad.

His father spoke to him from the drivers seat.

"Through your bike in the bed of the truck son, your late for dinner again."

Jeffery's dad didn't say a word to him till they were parked in the garage.

"After you unload your bike I want you to wash your face and hands real good before you come into the house."

After Jeffery was cleaned up and his clothes aired out from the smell of smoke, he came into the house for supper. His dad had wanted to take precaution to conceal the smoking from his mother because he knew it would worry and hurt her. She was plenty fed up with him anyway for being late for supper.

But now supper was over and Jeffery listened as his mom and brother rolled off in the family van for the shopping center. They would be gone for at least a couple of hours and he knew that he could expect his father to enter the room shortly. He fidgeted around uncomfortably, stood by his desk momentarily and looked around the room for something to hold on to so that it would seem like he was occupying himself with something when his father came in, but there was nothing to divert his attention from the situation at hand and any attempt to play act like there was would only look silly. He heard the sound of his fathers footsteps out in the hall and then enter the room. He turned to face his dad who was standing about five feet away with his arms crossed in front of him. At that moment he felt as if he'd shrunk about a foot in stature and his dad had grown by about two. All he could do was hold his hands in his pockets and loom there in his fathers shadow. He was looking down at the floor between them. For a long time there was silence between them but Jeffery couldn't find it within him to look up into his fathers eyes. He was truly ashamed.

"All right; you know why your in trouble Son?"

Jeffery nodded his head. There was no use in pretending.

"You know how we feel about cigarettes. Your mom's father died from smoking before he was even able to see you or Mark born. You've been pushin' the limits for several months now bringing notes home from school and teasing your little brother. The groundings I've been imposing don't seem to have much of a lasting effect. Your mom knows your in trouble but she thinks its just for being late for supper. I told her that I was going to have a talk with you."

Jeffery stood with his hands in his pockets, listened to all of this, nervously shifting his weight from side to side, still unable to look his father in the eye.

"What I didn't tell her is that I'm gonna take you across my lap for a spanking."

Jeffery's brow grew heavy and his lower lip began to tremble while his father rolled up his shirt sleeves.

"I'm sorry son but your long over due for this."

Father took his son by the arm with one hand and picked up the wooden desk chair by the back with the other then they walked to the middle of the room where he sat the chair down. Then he sat himself down and tugged up on his pant leg where he planned to turn his son over. Still holding the boy and at eye level he held his finger up between them for a final bit of instruction. Jeffery had tears running down his cheeks already but was not crying out loud.

"I want you to think about something while I'm spanking you son. I'm gonna let you keep your pants on for this but if I ever......ever catch you smoking or find out that you've been smoking again, I'm gonna give you the exact same spanking I'm gonna give you right now, only it's gonna be on your bare bottom. So while your getting your rear end burned want you to think about how much worse it would feel to get the same spanking on your bare butt."

Jeffery's eyes grew; they were only about a foot away from his father's for this last warning. His father kept his gaze on the boy just long enough to emphasize that he was serious.

"You just think about it."

Then he grabbed the boy by the waist and turned him sideways and pulled him so that he was standing sideways between his knees.

"Bend over my knee son."

He helped the boy into position then held him in place around his torso. Jeffery was wearing a pair of tan cotton cargo pants with boxer shorts sticking out above the waistline and only now in the bent over position did his father notice how the growing boy had begun to fill out the seat of his pants. Setting his pride for the handsomeness of the young man aside, he decided that this was going to be a spanking that his son would never forget. Holding that thought in mind he commenced with Jeffery's blisterin'. He didn't go easy on the boy. He gave him about 70 good hard swats on his upturned ass.

About halfway through his spanking Steven held his head up to turn and look at his father with tear filled eyes and caught a glimpse of himself in the sliding closet door mirror across the room. He remembered what his father had told him about the next time and imagined what it would feel like see himself in this position with his pants and boxers gathered in a heap around his ankles and his dad's attention focused on his naked turned up back side. That one thread of dignity, that he was spared the humiliation of having his butt exposed for this punishment was all that held the boy from breaking down and sobbing out loud.

But for now he had the pain and humiliation of this spanking to contend with. The even rhythm of his fathers full force swats across his ass provided a steady increase of heat to the region. His dad's hand made a surprisingly loud pop each time it landed, (loud enough to make his ears ring) and Jeffery was grateful that his little brother wasn't in his room next door listening at the wall.

Jeffery's father didn't let the pain in his hand stop him from delivering all his energy into the swats. He was getting to know something about the boys rear end anatomy by feel through the swats that he was applying. Jeffery had a well pronounced firm butt. He was a well proportioned solid boy and would one day grow to be a fine looking man, just like his father. But right now he was just a dumb clumsy kid, awkward and prone to mistakes, learning a lesson the hard way; over dad's knee.

After the spanking, father lifted son up off of his lap and stood up. He kept hold of the now sobbing boy by the arm and picked the chair up by the back again and they make their way to the corner of the room where he sat the chair down facing the corner, and then sat the boy down in the chair for some corner time. Jeffery winced in pain as his now tender butt got seated down onto the hard wooden chair.

"I want you to spend some time thinking about what just happened here and how you are going to change your behavior young man. You just stay put until I come back and tell you it's all right to move."

Dad knew that if it weren't for corner time, his son would avoid sitting down for awhile. This would be a valuable time for him to contemplate things. He left the boy alone in the room to think.

Jeffery sat in the corner hunched down with his elbows on his knees and holding his chin in the palms of his hands, his sobs slowly subsiding then turning into just the sniffles. This was the hardest beating he had ever taken from his father. His butt had never been this sore before. The flames that his fathers hand had ignited were still burning at the surface of the skin and there was a deeper pain as well; a throbbing ache that was deeper beneath the surface. Then there was the pain that his ego had suffered and that was the worst of it. He imagined that he must have looked ridiculous to his father trying to hide the cigarette earlier and he wondered how he would ever be able to face him again.

Some time went by before his dad came back into the room. He walked over to where the boy was and put his hand on his shoulder. His voice sounded gentle and kind.

"You can get up now son, your punishment is over."

Jeffery moped around in his room for awhile and when he emerged his dad offered to take him out for an ice cream. The boy seemed puzzled by his dad's manner. He was speaking and acting as if nothing had happened. It didn't take long for the boy to follow suit and put the matter behind them as well and the two of them were as they always were when they went out for ice cream.

It did Jeffery's father good to see the spirit come back into the boy. Though prone to mischief, he was a good kid and his father loved him tremendously. At the ice cream shop he noticed the boy absently rub his butt while wondering over the different flavors and he felt something stir inside him. Deep down he knew a day would come when he would have to take the boys shorts down.

Some time and a few spankings later, that day did come.

"Jeffery, do you remember what I told you would happen if I caught you again."

Jeffery's dad spoke firmly as he unbuttoned his shirt sleeves and rolled them up to reveal his strong hairy forearms. The boys eyes were transfixed on his fathers arms and his mouth hung open in abandoned denial. Jeffery had gone through some changes over the last year. His voice had gone deep and that first little bit of peach fuzz shadowed the sides of his jaw, chin and upper lip. His eyes were darting around the room now; mind obviously racing to try to formulate an excuse that would stop the scene from playing out.

"Do you remember the spanking I gave you and what I told you was going to happen the next time?"

"I told you I was going to give you the same exact spanking again didn't I? And there was something else added to that too, wasn't there?"

Father's voice was firm and determined.

"Well young man, have you got something to say before we start?"
"Do you want to try and tell me your too big for me to put you over my knee?"

Once again he picked up the chair and lead his boy to the center of the room where he set the chair down in the same spot as before. Having seated himself before the adolescent he took him by the front of the waist of his pants with both hands.

"Look at me son!"

Jeffery could only manage fleeting moments of eye contact with his dad.

"This is the last hand spanking that I'm ever going to give you. I intend to make sure that you never forget it."

He undid the snap and zipper on the boys jeans and yanked them down around his ankles then took the waistband of his underpants with both hands and brought them down as well.

Jeffery was wearing a short sleeved t-shirt that he had outgrown some time ago and the hem clung to him at the waist. His father turned him around and bent him over his knee then siscored his legs shut on the boys thighs so he couldn't move. After some manipulation and when he was satisfied that he had the boy secured in place with his butt properly lifted into position, he began to apply the spanking, same force as he had given, one year prior. Spanking the boy this way felt natural and early on he found a rhythm that resonated with the shock wave that vibrated through his buns. He noticed the same kind of fuzz that the boy was sprouting on his chin was also growing on the inside slope of his butt cheeks along his butt crack.

Jeffery noticed the difference a pair of pants make to a spanking of equal magnitude from slap number one. The main difference was the degree of the sting but there were other differences too, like the sound of the slap his father's hand made on his bare bottom. The humiliation of having his butt bared and presented in an uplifted position was another difference worth noting. The boy only had to turn his head slightly to catch sight of the scene from the view of his closet mirror. At first, watching in the mirror made it more tolerable; helped him to separate himself from the situation. The illusory effect slowly turned around on him though as he watched his ass turn from it's natural cream tone to pink, to red, then to bright red. Half way through the spanking Jeffery realized that accept for the sound, the sensation of each individual swat became less pronounced and gave way to a gradually intensifying burn that covered his entire bottom so that when the spanking ended his ass burned on like embers that linger and glow in a fireplace.

Jeffery's knees buckled when his dad stood him up. He instinctively grabbed for his pants, anxious to cover himself, but his father stopped him.

"Leave 'em down boy. Sore sittin' down in corner time is gonna be bare too."

Chair in hand now, He took his son by the arm and lead him to the corner. Jeffery had to take short quick steps because of the bundle of pants he wore around his ankles. His dad set the chair down close to and facing the corner of the room, then brought the boy around and down to the sitting position. Jeffery winced and held the sides of the chair with his hands to alleviate some of his weight from the seat.

"You can sit there for awhile and think about what just happened here and how your going to avoid getting into any future trouble."

Jeffery sat there on his bare ass with his knees pointed outward and elbows resting on his thighs, nuts resting on the edge of the chair, dick hangin', head hangin' low down below his shoulders, staring down at the wad of pants and shorts resting around his ankles. The surface of the chair was smooth but after the lickin' he just took it felt like he was sitting on sand paper. Several times he readjusted the position of his ass on the chair to try and get comfortable. He thought about what his dad had told him and decided to make an effort not to give the old man reason to burn his rear end again.

When the father came back into the room and saw his son's bare butt flattened on the surface of the chair he had to suppress an unexpected impulse to chuckle. He took a short moment to compose himself. Then in a serious but quiet tone,

"You can get up and now champ; your punishment is over."

Father was looking down but watching out of the top of his eyes as his son lifted himself off of the chair, hunched over to pull up his pants. Dick and balls dangling between his open thighs; Jeffery turned his father a momentary hurt glance. His father took a double take when for a split second he mistook the boy's sore area for a pair of red underpants. For a moment he wished he hadn't been so hard on the young man. He turned and left him to his privacy.

Jeffery learned a valuable lesson from the time he spent over his dad's knee. He began to think twice about his actions and wondered what his dad would do in peer pressure situations that he found himself in.............he would never smoked another cigarette again.

His dad was giving consideration to the fact that the boy was getting bigger now and with the changes that his body was undergoing he would be prone to reckless behavior and poor judgment. It would be more difficult to keep a handle on Jeffery but his dad was determined to keep this kid out of trouble, one way or another.

Later on after being sited for reckless driving Jeffery would have the experience of cutting a paddle out of a piece of ash wood that his dad had drawn the pattern for then drilling the holes that would allow air to pass through it during its swing and spending two more days after school sanding the thing so that it would be nice and smooth for his paddling that was deferred till Saturday morning. His dad had been very explicit about how and when the punishment would occur. His part in the event would be fairly simple. He would lower his drawers and bend over the work bench till he was told he could get up. Dad would be handling the paddle at that point. I'll share the details of that event later on.