By the time the young man was firmly ushered inside the front passenger seat and I had turned on the ignition, it was quite dark. I inched the car back and then began slowly accelerating on the ramp approach back on to the road south. Although you-know-who had been quite vocal on the first part of our journey, now and for the rest of the trip home he sat is stone silence. He had no doubts whatsoever as to who was in charge and whos son he now was for sure.
Just as we were approaching town, though, for some reason he did decide to start speaking again and what a speech it was!
"Ah, I guess I want to tell you a few things, OK?" he asked softly and very cautiously.
"Sure," I replied back while I continued to focus on the road. And then he began to let it all out.
"Well, I guess I just want you to know how glad I am to be here and that I do realise of course that you are Dad and your word is final on all matters regarding discipline and punishment for me in particular. And, ah, it goes without saying that I will whether I like it or not accept any decision you make regarding my bare bottom and submit to you as a naughty son should."
I glanced over at him and noticed he was fidgeting with his hands on his lap as he was talking again. And, there was no question he was serious in his submission. He knew full well he was being taken home for a spanking. This boy had already gotten himself into some serious trouble and there was no question punishment was going to be called for either.
"And, OK, I am mentally prepared for my spanking and that first cry will be a moment that will never leave me. I am sure that I will be spanked soundly until I am genuinely crying and a lot and pleading my case for my future good behaviour and probably pleading and promising well beyond that point too until you are satisfied that my bottom has been well warmed. And actually I am under no illusions as to what a spanking means from you and just how much it hurts. The comforting and huggss afterwards will make it better for me and I am positive that I will require a lay down in bed to both calm me and console me but I want this life. I get spanked and paddled whenever you decide."
We were pulling up into the long driveway while he was still talking. He looked very, very serious now that the house was in front of him. We drove up to toward large house with the lights on to welcome him home. The auto garage door when up when I pushed the remote button so by the time we got to the house it was wide open. I drove inside and pushing the button again, closed the door behind us. The white light from the garage door opening made it far easier to see this young man now. We were alone, shut off from the outside world by that garage door that had closed behind us. Just a man and a boy who needed a good long spanking. I looked over and saw he was very emotional right now and appeared on the verge of tears; so tugging him closer to me, I hugged him firmly and took my time about it too. He was responsive, especially when I once again placed my hand on the seat of his pants and cupped his buns as he leaned on me.
"You need some attention down here?" I asked him the question to which I already knew the answer.
"Yes, sir," he half whimpered in reply.
"You have your punishment paddle with you?" I quizzed him further.
"Yes, sir," he spoke even more quietly now as he still rested his head on my shoulder and was still in my arms.
"And whos going to use it on your bare ass, boy?" I kept it up.
His face was scarlet! And he looked like he was already about to burst out in tears!
"You are, sir. I accept that completely."
I pulled him up off my chest and told him to get out of the car. He did so but slowly. We did not bother with emptying the boot of the car. That could happen in the morning. Instead I hugged him again and then with my hand on his buns I nudged him toward the door that led into the house. Inside with the door locked behind us, the world was shut out completely. I continued guiding him down seven stairs to a room on the lowest level. There in the carpeted room with concrete walls stood, in the middle of the room, a single hard strong wooden chair. It was an old one and had proven itself to be perfect when I had to spank a boy before. This young man just stood there almost frozen and looked at it! On the wood at the top of the chair, in large black letters, the boys name was written there.
I hugged him or more precisely he half fell into my arms at the sight of that chair and I caught him and gathered him close to me. Then I began unbuckling his belt and unzipping his front zipper. I told him to slip off his shoes while I was still holding him and he stepped out of his pants completely now. His shirt I pulled up over his head and tossed it aside. He was emotional now, no question about it, and he had even started sniffling like some boys do when faced with the inevitable. He hugged me tightly with just his socks and boxers. His whole body went rigid as soon as my hand traveled down inside his boxers and cupped his bare bottom. I would not permit him to retain his boxers on and I think he sensed that but I was in no hurry. His bare bottom would soon be up over my knees in a moment anyway and I was sure they were going to be dancing and squirming in ways I had not seen for awhile for sure. I caressed his tight buns as he hugged me tightly against my own body. His body could not possibly get any closer against me. His _c_o_c_k_ was hard, but he was saying nothing.
"Im going to spank you now, son," I spoke clearly and firmly.
There was no room for discussion and we both knew it. I recounted why he was going to get his bare ass spanked and as I did, it only seemed to make him become still more rigid and move even more tightly against my body if that was even possible. His _c_o_c_k_ was hard as a rock; his balls, firm; and his buns, tight. All were as they should be.
The young man himself was already almost in tears when I looked up in my eyes and spoke those words he knew he had to: "Im sorry Ive been naughty, Dad; please spank me for it so I can learn to be a good boy for you."
And did I ever! Absolutely! After all, I had no reason to disappoint him!
Finally, a good hour and a half later, a special young man with a very red bare bottom was in my arms again and sat on my lap gingerly after a good long cry, his time in the corner and even some waiting time while bent over his own special spanking chair . . . now what could possibly be better that that on what had become a rainy evening?
Right you are! He did not need his suitcase or anything from the car as he climbed the levels up to the big bed while still bare. His buns glowed red, he continued whimpering, but he promised to be very good when I picked him up and deposited him in the bed.
This boy had come home.