It was the beginning of the school holidays. I was 17 at the time and me and my father were heading off on a road trip up the coast, together with my father's best friend and his son, Ben. The trip was a real 'father and son' thing.
Ben was 8, had blond hair and deep, green eyes. He was an exceptionally good looking boy, but also had a major attitude problem.
The seating arrangement in the car was ideal. My father was driving (right hand drive here), so I was in the rear left seat so I could easily speak to him. Ben's father was in the front passanger seat and Ben was in the rear right.
Ben had been argumentative all morning and as we started out, his father was getting close to the end of his teather. Battling through city traffic to get to the interstate motorway, Ben had done nothing but complain. I had put my earphones on so I wouldn't have to listen to him. I wrongly assumed that once we were on the motorway, moving at high speed, Ben would settle down. I was wrong.
About an hour after we had reached the motorway, I had all but tuned out to what was going on in the car. As the song I was listening to came to an end, I became aware of a commotion.
Looking up, I saw Ben's father, turned around in his seat, his face red and his finger extended, soundly telling Ben to get his act together. Ben had a most defiant look on his face.
"I swear to God, young man," Ben's father said firmly, "Either you cut it out right now or I'll spank your bare bottom so hard it'll glow in the dark."
"Yeah right." Ben said, almost under his breath.
At the time it seemed Ben had won. We were going about 110 kilometres per hour on a road with nowhere to pull over and the next exit was 20 kilometres up the road.
Ben's father turned to my father and said something that I could not make out. My father nodded and then there was a moment of silence. I was rivetted by all the action.
"Rhett." My father called out.
"Yes, dad?"
"Wanna do the honours?"
"Pardon?"
"Can you do us all a favour and give Ben a hiding?"
I was absolutely gobsmacked. "Um... okay, sure." I said, still in complete disbelief.
I undid my seatbelt and moved into the middle seat and did up that seatbelt. As I moved towards him, Ben had a horrified look on his face and he pleaded with his father, proclaiming how unfair the whole situation was. Ben's father ignored his pleas, instead goving me instructions on how to properly spank his son, like I didn't know.
"Pull is pants down and spank him as hard as you can."
"How many?"
"Just keep going until I say stop."
With that I undid Ben's seatbelt and wrestled the struggling boy over my lap. I grabbed the waistband of his shorts and yanked them down. I was surprised and somewhat pleased to see that he did not have any underwear on. It had been enough of a struggle getting his shorts down.
Ben clenched his bottom tightly. Ben had not been the first boy I had spanked and I knew from experience that with long, hard spankings, it is much better to have a soft target. I crossed my legs under him, forcing him to stick his bottom up. Clamping his arms under my thigh, I held him tightly with my left arm, his shorts acting like shackles around his knees. Ben was holloring and pleading for me to stop, but I had been in the car with him this last hour and was just as fed up as our fathers. Besides that, the opportunity to spank his round, smooth and tender bottom was too good to pass up.
Raising my hand almost to the roof of the car, I began spanking Ben hard and fast. Ben cried loudly as my hand stung his bottom, sending ripples through his cheeks and bouncing nicely. I reserved my hardest smacks for his sit spot, making sure my whole hand came in contact with every swat.
Occasionally, Ben's father would look back breifly, inspect the damage and then continue reading his magazine. I continued to spank Ben hard. His bottom was gradually moving through the colours of the spanking-spectrum. What started as a white bottom had moved past light pink with clearly distinguishable handprints, through the pink with darl pink blotches stage and was now consistantly crimson. Ben was crying loudly, letting out a half choked 'ow' when the hardest spanks fell.
Ben's father turned around again and saw that my hand was getting sore. Rumidging through his bag, he handed me a small wooden hairbrush. Ben saw this and protested adamantly, but his father once again just went back to reading his magazine.
As the hairbrush made contact with Ben's bottom, it made a loud whack. Ben jerked forward and began struggling even harder to get away. I can't imagine how far hew thought he could go.
Ben had been kicking his legs and his shorts had fallen off, onto the car floor. I turned to the right to get a better grip of his body and continued to spank him, harder than before. His legs had spread and he he had tucked his knees in, in an attempt to brace himself. By this stage he had given up hope of getting out of it and had resigned himself to his punishment.
I alternated between cheeks and sit-spots, ensuring I covered every inch of his bottom. My hand had recovered and I put it down, resuming the spanking by hand. Occasionally, I delivered a sharp spank right in the middle of his crack. Ben had a reaction when I did this. He raised his bottom, his cheeks separating, exposing his hot, pink anus. I paused while he did this, getting a prime view.
Ben's father turned around again and saw Ben's now very red bottom. "Okay, just ten more." he said.
I made the last ten count, lifting my hand high and bringing it down as hard as I possibly could for each one. After the last one fell, I relaxed my grip on Ben and let his arms free.
Ben immediately clenched his hot, red bottom tight and brought both his hands back, cubbing his sore and sorry cheeks. I gently placed my hand on his upper thigh and moved his hands out of the way. I gently rubbed and stroked Ben's bottom as he cried it out. He relaxed his bottom, my hand soothing his burning backside.
After a few minutes the suppleness returned to his bottom, though the intense heat and redness remained. Ben had settled completely and he slowly got up. I moved mack over to my seat as Ben pulled his shorts back on. He winced in discomfort as his bottom made contact with his shorts and then almost leaped through the roof as he sat back down.
Our father's acted like nothing had happened and I put my earphones back on. Ben shifted around for a while in silence, trying in vain to find a position where his bottom wasn't pressed against the car seat.
Ben was a perfect angel for the rest of the trip. The only drawback? I had a raging hardon I couldn't do anything about for the next 10 hours!