This is a tribute to a dear friend, Jim G. who recently passed away. He was a good friend who shared his background in getting spanked hard by his father. He will be missed. Here's for you Jim. Also see stories by Jim G.

The lickings I took from my Dad despite their pain and humiliation were great, but I have to admit that I well deserved every one of them. I got whipped at the age of 27 from my Dad. It was very humiliating-to be taken to the barn like a 10 year old kid, stripped naked by my dad and strapped soundly, (despite my pleas that I was far too old to spanked etc, only lead to a harder taste of the strap on my tender bare ass cheeks and upper thighs.) I did feel Dad was totally wrong for doing it on the one hand, yet, deep down, I knew he was right, as I fully deserved it.

I was spanked twice in grade school and once in High School, both times by School Principal. The school spankings were given on the seat of my Levi's usually-only the one that I got in High School involved dropping my Levi's and taking a strap across the seat of my tight jockey shorts, from the Principal. All three times my Dad learned of my school discipline and I was taken to the barn for a lengthy bare ass strapping when I got home. Dad took no nonsense.

I still have the strap that my Dad used on me and I have used it on many a boys bottom, usually 18-38 year olds, though on two occasions I have used it on a 16 and 15 year old with their fathers permission. Let me explain this.

I hire some boys in school still, for yard maintenance. In the cases of the two youngest men they each stole from either myself or a customer. I was a personal friend of both boys fathers and both fathers were dis-abled. I hired the youths to help out on spending money, that their Dad's could not give them-they didn't have it to give.

Anyway, in both cases the kids stole from me-the 16 year old stole a brand new amplifier, which I had just purchased a few weeks before. His Dad learned of his mis-deed rapidly and called me to see if I in fact had "loaned" it to his son, as the boy had told his father when he got caught trying to sneak it into the house and his room. I told his father that I had not loaned it to the boy and having discovered it missing was just about to call the police.

His father asked me to cove over to his house which I did. The youth finally admitted the truth and his father who was bedridden asked me to take the kid back with the amplifier and give him the old fashioned spanking that he richly deserved. I fully agreed and the boy protested highly and struggled as I led him by the scruff of his neck and the seat of his pants to the truck. We didn't say two words coming back here. The kid was really getting worried as we drove in the driveway at my place.

"Pickup my amplifier and take it into the house", I ordered. He looked at me hard but obeyed. He set the amplifier on the counter and I ordered him to sit down. He obeyed. I stated to him, "You know, I've tried to help you out and no one else would-because of your age. Your Dad loves you and I care a lot for you. You're a good young man, I had thought, and now you pull this _s_h_i_t_ on me."

He hung his head in shame and stated, "I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again." I looked at him and said, "No young man it won't because you'll be reminded for about a week of the consequences every time you sit down." With pleading eyes he looked at me and said, "Please sir, can't you punish me in some way other than spanking me-I mean I am 16. Other guys my age don't get whipped." "Maybe other guys your age don't steal and lie," I retorted. He again hung his head in shame and finally said, "O. K. I guess I deserve it-let's just get it over with."

"You just march into that bedroom young man," I ordered him. He obeyed and I followed close behind him. Once in the bedroom I closed the door and got out the heavy wooden paddle and the strap my Dad used on me, lying both on the bed. He cringed at the sight but said nothing.

I sat in my straight backed wooden chair and ordered the youth to come to me. He obeyed and stood still as I removed his shirt and tennis shores. His eyes fearfully surveyed the paddle and strap on the bed, as I gently-but firmly-placed him in the spanking position over my lap in his tight levis. His legs were nicely positioned slightly spread apart-knees bending inward slightly.

I rubbed the seat of his jeans for some time, as I lectured him further on his misbehavior. Then I started a slow hand spanking covering every inch of his tender young ass cheeks through the denim. He cringed a time or two but otherwise lay still over my lap. When my hand got tired I again rubbed his tender ass through his Levi's and shorts. (I could feel him becoming _s_e_x_ually aroused as his _c_o_c_k_ grew over my lap) I stood him up.

Slowly unbuttoning his tight jeans he stood motionless and I could clearly see the rise in front of his shorts as I lowered his pants to his ankles, then removed them and threw them with his shirt and shores. "Pick up the paddle, hand it to me and then get back over my lap." I ordered. He looked at the paddle on the bed, then at me with pleading eyes. I just looked back at him sternly. He walked to the bed and slowly picked up the paddle and brought it to me. Then he laid back over my lap. His tight white jockey shorts were little protection from the pain he endured from the paddle. Tears walled in his young eyes, but still he did not cry out. Only a mere whimper moan from time to time, as I delivered the paddle hard covering every inch of his tender ass cheeks and just under his ass cheeks where his thighs met his beautiful slender well rounded ass mounds. He kept a hard on all the way through his paddling.

Again, I laid the paddle aside and gently rubbed his red bottom through his shorts for quite a while enjoying the feel of his tender young butt and the heat it now generated through his cotton briefs. I stood him up and ordered him to "bring me the strap".

His hands went back to rub his sore ass but he went back to the bed and laid the strap handle in my palm. Then started to go back across my lap. "Wait a second!" I ordered pushing him back to his standing position. "What's wrong?" he asked innocently. "First of all, your shorts come down and off." I stated. "Bare assed sir?" he asked in a pitiful tone of voice. "Yes and secured over the bed," I replied. "Please sir, don't tie me down-can't you just strap me through the shorts over your lap?" he pleaded adding I'll hold still-you don't have to tie me across the bed." "All right," I agreed, "Over my lap but the shorts will come off son." He cringed but stated it was O. K. He walked over to me again and I lowered his tight white jockey shorts. His hard _c_o_c_k_ was fully exposed near my face and he showed a lot of embarrassment in the dilemma he was in.

Naked as the youth was now, I spread my legs a part a bit and gently but firmly placed him over my lap, positioning him so that his young man hood was within the grasp of my left palm and wrapped my palm and fingers gently around it as I held the small of his muscular back firmly in place with my left forearm. I again rubbed his bare ass cheeks and upper thighs with my right hand as I scolded him some more. "You know you did wrong, don't you?" "Yes, sir, I am sorry sir". "Your dad requested that I give you a good old fashioned spanking-as he would if were able." I continued, "just how sad do you think you made him, through your thievery and lies? I mean your Dad is disabled and bed ridden, you have no mother-your dad wants to see you grow up honest and kind, like he himself is-will always be! What do you do? You steal from his best friend and then you lie about it to him-how do you think he feels?" The youth was now crying in shame-silently but tears flowed down his cheeks and finally hit the bedroom floor. I held his arm firmly to his waist. He finally stated in a broken voice, "I know I hurt Dad and I know I hurt you Sir, I deserve whatever punishment you decide to give me, but please, please don't whip me to where I can't go to school."

"Oh, I won't," I assured him, "but you will feel it for a long time to remind you to never do it anyone again." I picked up the strap of my Dad's and rubbed it across his bare butt, then lifted it and delivered the first blistering stroke. He screamed in pain. The strap fell again and again across his red tender butt and then I started in earnest on his tender young uppermost thighs. He struggled will all his might for release from my grasp but I held him firm over my lap. His bare young bottom and uppermost thighs were turning scarlet when I determined he had learned his lesson. His screams of pain could have been heard a mile away and his tears fell like drops of water. The kid was well punished.

I laid the strap down and gently rubbed his well spanked ass. He knew it was over and his tears ebbed as I rubbed his sore butt. After about 5 minutes I let him up. Tears still streaked him face and his hands flew back to gently rub his own sore bottom.

I stood up and hugged him, showing forgiveness on my part. He threw his arms around me and cried on my shoulder, for what seemed like a long time. He finally released his hug on me and reached for his jockey shorts. I watched him gingerly squirm into them.

"Want a coke?" I asked. "Sure would sir!" he replied in a broken voice. "Come on out to the kitchen-I'll give one," I replied. He reached for his Levi's. "Just leave those down there, no need for you to be dressed fully to enjoy a coke," I stated. He followed me to the kitchen in his jockey shorts, it was obvious he was in pain. I went to the refrigerator and brought him a coke and me a beer. "I'll switch with you on the beverages," he tried to joke. "O. K." I agreed, "You could probably use a beer," I told him. Handing him the beer I ordered him to sit down. He asked if he could stand due to the soreness in his butt. I told him sure.

He finished the beer and I my coke and I stated to him that baby oil might make him sleep easier that night and why didn't I take him to the bedroom and take his shorts down and rub some oil on his butt for him. "All right," he replied to this. We returned to the bedroom and his shorts again were lowered and he laid face down on the bed. His cuter ass and thighs red and now welted from his previous strapping, bare and eager for any relief of the stinging pain. I went to the bathroom and got out the oil, squirting some in my palm and waited a moment as it warmed with my body temp.

I gently rubbed his bare butt and thighs with the warm oil. He moaned in half pain, half pleasure, as the oil was gently worked in. "This won't ease the pain much," I told the youth, "But it might make it easier for you to sleep." I gently spread his thighs and rubbed oil down between them to his ball sack. I could tell that it was very firm and I knew his young chock was again throbbing.

I told him to "stand up". He did. Sure enough he had a roaring hard on, despite his pain in his ass. "Please sir, give me a rub down with oil on the front." I agreed and I gently stroked his throbbing man hood with my well oiled palm. He loved it. It didn't take long for me to feel his cum rising to its peak. I grabbed a towel and got it to catch his pent-up load. Just in time. The kid really shot a load! I came in my shorts at almost the same instant.

He gingerly pulled his shorts back up and got his Levi's, shirt and shoes on, and we returned to the kitchen. He said nothing until we were in the kitchen. Then he asked, "Sir, you suppose I could have one more beer before I go home?"

I thought about it and finally stated, "sure,". He sipped it slowly as he stated, "I'm ashamed to go home to Dad-show him that you spanked me good sir. Could I stay here tonight, please?"

"If your Dad approves. I'll call him." I dialed the phone and his Dad answered. I asked if his son could spend the night. He said it was no problem as long as he got to school tomorrow. He said that his nurse was with him. He asked me if I gave him a good spanking. I mentioned that was why he wanted to spend the night as he was not up to sitting down for the ride back to your house. I told him that I did not think he will ever steal or lie again to anyone. I then gave the phone to the boy.

The youth cringed but took the phone. "Yes Dad, I really got it good Dad! No sir, I'll never lie or steal again. Thanks Dad for your love. I love you and promise that I will be in school tomorrow. Will you be O. K. tonight Dad? O. K. I'll see you tomorrow." After he finished the conversation we showered and went to bed. He slept on his stomach, as I knew he would, beside me.

Next morning I woke him up at 6 a. m., fed him breakfast and got him on the high school bus at 7:45 a. m. I knew he had not slept well. The strap the night before had made its mark well. It was Monday morning.

Anyway after school he checked with his Dad and came over to go to work. We went out and did a small job as it was mid spring and the daylight was short, we finished and returned home about dusk. We hadn't mentioned the night before. We came in the house, and he walked back to the bedroom. I finally walked back there to see why he was gone for a time.

There he was beside the bed, his levis and shorts down to his knees, his cute bare ass and back greeted my entrance. "How does that little butt feel today?" I asked him. He mentioned that it was sore as I sat down on the bed and rubbed his young ass cheeks. He still had the marks of a good strapping. I knew he would wear them for at least a week, to remind him of his serious mis-behavior. "Lie down," I ordered. I'll put a bit more oil on that spanked ass of yours." He obeyed and I gently rubbed more oil on his butt and thighs. "That feels good sir," he stated. "Lets rub it in good and then pull your short and levis up and I'll take you home. You'll feel better tonight and your Dad needs you."

I took him home and went in to see his Dad with him. We visited for a time as the youth made his fathers dinner and his own. The youth set his Dad's tray down and his Dad stated, "Great cooking Son". The youth looked at me and then told his Dad, "Dad, I didn't make it, he did," pointing at me. "I would like to take the credit but I have learned not to lie." "Well, son, I hope so," his father realized. "Son, you just need a man around to keep you on the right trail and I am thankful that we have such a friend to keep you in line."

Well, this boy got spanked by me many times between then when he was 16 and when he reached 21. The boy continued to work for me and was kept in line. When the youth's father died, the grief was beyond relief in the boy. I took him in and gradually brought him around to living live again. The young man was a freshman in College and when his Dad died the boys grades dropped sharply. He would come home here so down and defeated acting and really he felt that way. He barely scraped through his first year of college, through these feelings.

I sat him down and stated, "You know, you are acting like a spoiled depraved child. Now your Dad relied on your ability and knowledge to help him all the years since your mother died-now do you want to let his dreams and hopes for you down?" "Sir, I am 19 years old now and am a man-I do not need your _f_u_c_k_in advice," he retorted hotly. About that moment he found himself on the floor from the back hand I laid across his face. He shook his young head and stated, "You hit me across the face," "You bet your sweet ass I did. You are about to get worse, unless you clean up your mouth and get some gumption back-life goes on Son-you have to realize that," I added, "Easy for you to say," he replied quietly as he picked himself off the floor. "Remember when I spanked you a few years ago young man?" I asked him coldly. "Yeah, I remember that, so what?" "Well, the way you are behaving, 19 years old or not, that is what you're acting like you need and I am sure your Dad would fully agree to what I am thinking."

He hung his head like a teenager in trouble and replied. "Yeah, I guess I do, Sir, I am being a brat kid and I love and care for you. You're like a second Dad to me, hell, you've practically raised me when my own dad couldn't. If you feel I need a spanking sir-hell-I'll take one. It's Friday night and I am out of school till Monday and I've been wrong in my behavior. Maybe a spanking-a good old fashioned one would bring me around, although I don't mind saying I dread it."

I took him in my arms and hugged him tightly. I did spank him that night-just as I had when I spanked him the first time. He again cried like a 10 year old and screamed and squirmed violently, but he actually took his strapping well. We had mutually jacked off together from time to time, since he came to live with me-but that night, he really shot a hot load when we jacked off.

Well, he returned to school and his grades made a marked improvement. He is now at age 26, a young lawyer and do I see him? Yes, almost every weekend. Either he calls or comes over. To this day I still spank him from time to time when he needs it. All in all and good father and son family in a way.