Troy has snuck out of the house on a summer night by crawling through his bedroom window after lights out. His father, who's discovered the boy missing waits in his room in the dark by the open window in his pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. When the delinquent youth crawls back into his room, he finds his father waiting for him.
"Where've you been boy?"
Troy rolls his eyes and shakes his head in exasperation. He has on a sleeveless white undershirt and a pair of baggy black work out pants that are half falling down to reveal the seat of his charcoal colored cotton briefs. He wears his baseball cap backwards and moves like the rappers that he idolizes.
"I told my friends I'd meet them after dark."
The father is on him like a watchdog.
"What have you been up to?"
The boy sighs, feeling oppressed over the questioning.
"The guys wanted to meet at the park to shoot some hoops. That's all there was. We just wanted to play a night game. God, chill man!"
The father takes his son by both arms and gets in his face. Troy averts his eyes and smiles wryly. He smells like cigarettes and there is a faint odder of beer too.
"Sneaking around at night and getting into trouble. That's more like it."
He gives the boy a jolt and the kid responds with a direct look of anger.
"Why don't you just get off my back man!"
"How long have you been sneaking out after dark? Guess you thought you'd never get caught huh?"
"I'm old enough to do what I want!"
"Just playing a night game huh. Well, you and I are going to play a little game called Bust Your Butt."
With that he takes the boy under his arm and warms him up with a few firm swats square on the seat of his obnoxious little underpants then releases him. While Troy is walking away he turns and throws his father a wise ass grin. The father's resolve is immediate. The boy needs an adjustment.
There are some important dynamics at play between Troy and his father that should be addressed. From Troy, we observe dishonesty, disrespect, and a degree of willfulness that is not unusual in teen age boys. The father recognizes these traits in his son because they are the same traits that have caused him personal suffering in his own experience.
Physically, the father is in good shape and perfectly able to maneuver the boy. Troy likewise is athletic, prone to roughhousing and confident in his ability to withstand physical pain. This confidence now works to his disadvantage, blinding him to the fact that Dad is going to win. What he doesn't know about himself is that deep down under all of the arrogance and "image" that he is trying so desperately to portray, he really wants for Dad to win. More than that, he needs Dad to win. Dad is already aware of that.
Right now, Troy's ego is tremendously inflated and the disrespect he's showing toward his father awards him the opportunity to experience a special kind of spanking that only a select group of boys will ever receive.
Returning to the scene we find the father now stands feet spread and knees slightly bent leaning over to hold his son with his arm around the midsection, holding the boy tightly against his side and bent over. The boy's pants are in a pile around his ankles and the underpants have been lowered out of the way where the elastic holds them in a rolled up bunch at the thighs. Father is applying firm open handed claps to his son's bare bottom at an even pace. His jaw is rigid and mouth closed in a straight line giving his face a look of stone determination. The pops are firm but not as hard as he's capable of applying yet. Although the son's smirk has been wiped off, he is maintaining a stubborn position of silence, refusing to break down, and consequently the father has decided to draw out the spanking. This is a crucial time of development for Troy and requires restraint as well as firmness on the part of his father. This is "quality time" and Troy has his father's full and direct attention.
A harmony exists between the father and son in this state. The two of them remain tightly joined; father delivering a steady row of firm pops, but controlled and attentively placed in a manner that gives complete coverage to the entire surface of his son's bottom. There is a clear understanding of what is needed at the given moment on the part of the father. The spanking is specially tailored to provide the boy with space to process thought within a timeframe in which his ass is becoming increasingly sore and red.
Troy's face is frozen in a state of determined defiance. His lips are pursed and he is full of hate. His father reads the tension and rebellious silence. This kid is going to make it hard on himself. He lifts the boy's rear end up a little higher so that he's suspended and standing on the balls of his feet. The volume of the spanking is also turned up a degree to demonstrate control.
"You need to loosen up that lip son."
Going further into Troy's feelings, we find that not only does he hate his father but unbeknown to him he hates himself and there in lies the obstacle to his becoming a man. He is thinking that he will run away from home as soon as he has a chance. His decision not to cry is firm. To cry would forfeit his ground and is out of the question.
The smart of the spanking is becoming more of a burden though. Slowly the fire Dad is building on his rear end reaches a roar. Even though the pain has become excruciating, he holds back the tears that are beginning to burn his eyes. Dad, sensing that the time is right, offers his son some words of solemn advice while continuing to administer the spanking.
"It's time to let go son."
The tone of his voice is gentle in contrast to the harsh handed assault on the boy's backside. Now the kid is beginning to feel the humiliation that he has brought on himself and his grip begins to loosen. He has tired of clenching his butt cheeks and in relaxing the muscles there is an added sensation of bounce to the spanking. He experiences a heightened awareness of his butt's weight and where the muscles are connected at their stationary points. The spanking makes the thighs wag as well. In relaxing, the muscles are relieved but the burn at the surface of his seat intensifies. His head lowers and he is looking at his father's own hindquarters. He takes in the solidness of his stance, the outline of the man's haunches straining under the light loose fabric of his pajama bottoms. His father is breathing heavily through his nose from exertion. Troy contemplates the message his Dad gave him before they started about this being the same medicine he received from his own father.
"Go ahead boy, nobody's going to hear, this is just between you and me."
Dad is holding him tightly against himself and the boy realizes the man's strength. He breaths in the fatherly smell of spice aftershave. his grip loosens a bit more and he breaks his silence with a short gasp.
"It's all right kid, I've got you."
He hikes the boy's ass up again and brings the temperature up another notch. Dad's timing is right on. The claps are more pronounced and the added power to the spanking adds to the blistering pain just enough to shake the boy loose.
Troy's face becomes suddenly hot. His eyes squint and his mouth opens and there is a long silent outpouring of tears that seems to come from his heart. The outpouring stretches out over the duration of about seven pops to his rear. Then he inhales with a chuff. He is trying to keep it silent.
"There you go."
Again the silent outpouring with only the sound of his father's shepherding hand bringing the flame at his bottom up to full blast. Then another gasp and another long outpouring, but this time with tearful coughs.
"That's good son, let it all out."
His father's voice remains gentle but his hand continues to guide firmly.
A moment of wide eyed alertness; the pops continue to sound, then Troy reaches a stage of panic. He has come to the end of his timeframe and his former attitude has been replaced by one simple fact of life - One searing red hot bottom. Troy has joined the ranks of young men that have been taught just how sore the seat can be made by a basic old fashion spanking. It didn't have to be this way but he has brought it on himself. He begins to holler. The spanking continues.
The boy lifts his feet off of the ground and bounces to try and free himself while crying out tearfully but his father maintains his hold on the him suspended and continues to administer his "guidance". His voice cracks with compassion for his son.
"Had enough boy?"
Now that Troy has been satisfactorily "adjusted", his father wraps up the session and sets him down on his feet. The boys hands desperately want to rub his freshly blistered ass but he's embarrassed to because his Dad is watching so instead he holds them stiffly at his side. His butt is throbbing, his legs are shaky, but he's standing on his own two feet now. Reborn.
"You can get yourself ready for bed now buster."
Troy struggles to regain his composure while he pulls up his underwear then fumbles out of his shoes and pants. This is the most serious spanking he has ever received and the soreness will stay with him for awhile to remind him of his place in the father son relationship. His Dad watches over him to make sure he doesn't dawdle.
"I'm sorry that was such a hard lesson for you son."
Troy is still sniffling. It's time for father and son to pull a couple of chairs together and sit to face one another for discussion and instruction. The father maintains a point of physical contact by resting his hand on the boy's shoulder for the talk. Eye contact is an important factor. The boy naturally averts his eyes many times during the talk and must be repeatedly reminded to "look at me son". The boy feels uncomfortable in his seat (for good reason) but now that he has been reminded what Dad can and will do, he is careful to display an obedient attitude. The man to man discussion is necessary. Troy should be encouraged to talk about what's happened and share his feelings. This creates a forum of communication where father can introduce the subject of how to avoid future spankings. The earlier the boy learns how to bargain with authority, the better equipped he'll be to enter life as an adult.