Trevor lowered his head and stuck his lower lip out while I unsnapped his pants and pulled them down then slipped my thumbs under the elastic waistband of his white underpants and tugged them down as well. I lifted him up and turned him over my knee and laid my hand down on his bare seat. His little bottom completely disappeared under my hand. I was proud of the little fellow for not crying until I gave him something to cry about. He seemed to accept the fact that he had a spanking coming. He wasnt happy about it but wasnt fighting it either. I sensed the bravery in his heart and it made me feel proud. It was a good place for father and son to be and I wanted us to stay there a little longer so I decided to defer the spanking for a moment. I lifted him up off of my knee.
"Sit yourself down son; I want us to have a father and son talk."
I sat him bare bottom down on my leg so that he was sitting like on Santas lap but with his pants and underpants around his ankles. He was looking down and swinging his feet back and forth, trying to look nonchalant. I held my hand on his shoulder.
"You look like a pretty sad little fellow."
Trevor didnt say anything.
"Im going ask you a question son and I want you to tell me the truth."
He looked bashful and continued the foot swinging.
"I want you to tell me why you feel sad right now? Is it because you know youve been a bad boy, or is it just because youre going to get a spanking?"
He didnt know how to respond and I could tell the question embarrassed him because his little ears turned red.
"I know its hard to talk about son but I want you to try."
Trevors plea just about broke my heart in two.
"I dont want to get a spanking Daddy."
A warm feeling washed over me as the tenderness of the boys heart became revealed.
"I know you dont son. Every boy needs to get a spanking at some point though and its my job as your father to lay my hand down on you when I feel its necessary. You know why youre getting punished dont you?"
Trevor was reluctant to talk but I felt it was doing him some good so I kept on him.
"How have you been taught to speak to your elders in this house?"
Trevor looked up at me without lifting his head just for a moment then slowly lowered his eyes.
"You were sassy with your Grandpa back in there werent you?"
Trevor didnt respond.
"Well, werent you?"
He nodded his head slowly to acknowledge his guilt.
"Do you think part of the reason you feel sad inside might be because your conscience is nagging you for showing disrespect to your grandpa?"
His voice was barely audible.
"yeah."
I noticed my father approach the door to the hallway. He glanced into the room at us and seemed a little unsure about whether or not he should be there.
"Why dont you come on in Pop?"
He entered the room and there was a momentary glance between us and I knew immediately that he understood the balance I was maintaining with the boy. He moved in slowly so as not to interfere.
"Id expected to hear a little boy getting a spanking."
Trevor looked up to his grandpa only for a moment then looked down again ashamedly.
"Oh hes going to get a spanking. He knows it too."
I wanted to include my father in the talk because I thought it would be a good idea if he could be there for the spanking.
"You know when I was just a little boy your size I got my bottomed blistered by this man right here."
Trevor looked up again slowly and finished my acknowledgement.
"Cause hes your dad."
Pop nodded and put a proud hand firmly on my shoulder while he looked at Trevor.
"Thats right son."
I said "I learned my lesson too, just like your going to learn a lesson."
Trevor was looking at me now and I noticed Pops head tilt and his gaze fell on the boys bared butt perched on my leg. I had an idea.
"You know it might do you some good to feel one of Grandpas good ol spankings."
Trevor looked down again and Pop squeezed my shoulder to indicate his approval. We were all quiet for a moment.
"OK then, its settled. Since you dont know how to mind your mouth in front of grownups youre going to get a spanking from me and then another spanking from Grandpa as well."
I paused for a moment to let it sink in.
"You just think about that for a second."
Trevor kept his head down while Pop fetched a chair and sat it down across the room facing us. The old man tugged the legs of his trousers up in a masculine gesture while he sat himself down. Then he began to loosen his shirt collar. These mannerisms where familiar to me and I linked them to memories of my own spankings. In the meantime I directed Trevor back over my knee.
"All right, here you go. Maybe this will teach you to mind that mouth of yours."
Pop chimed in and there was determination in his voice now.
"That boys long overdue Jerry. I suggest you use a firm hand. I certainly intend to."
I gave Trevor what I felt to be a sound spanking but not so hard as to make him cry because I wanted to save some for Pop. It made me proud to have my dad there watching.
Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap
Trevor squirmed and tried to slide down so I stopped and lifted him back into position.
"Get your butt back up."
Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap "Ouch......Oh Daddy"
The spanking turned his ass pink but I stopped when he began to whimper because I knew from memory of my own experience that the spanking he would be getting from Pop would be a good long one. I lifted him off of my lap and sent him to my dad.
"Now get over there and take some of Grandpas medicine."
Pop held his hand out and ordered him over.
"Come on boy!"
Trevors pants were still around his ankles so he had to waddle over to Pop slowly. The old man took him firmly by the arm when he arrived and directed him over his knee. Pops hands were old and shaky but he was capable in his exertion of authority over the boy. It seemed as though it was something he had thought of doing before. Trevor didnt dare resist being manipulated into the position that his grandpa wanted him in; bent over his knee, legs pressed together and pinned between his closed thighs and butt lifted up. As soon as he achieved the position and proper hold on the boy he applied the spanking firmly to his bare bottom in a steady rhythm of loud slaps that deepened the shade of redness and caused the boy to kick his legs from the knees. Pops spanking was peppered with a scolding that brought me back to the days of my own boyhood when I was pinned over his knee.
Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap "When I was your size....."
"Ouch..Ohh..Im sorry Grandpa"
Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap "......I showed respect......"
"Ohh..Ohh..Thats too hard"
Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap ".....to my elders............"
"Ahhhhh....Tshhhhhhhhhh"
Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap ".....because I knew......"
"I...I....Ill be a good boy.."
Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap "..what would happen.."
"waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"
Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap ".........if I didnt.........."
"WAAAAAAAAAAAA"
After the spanking Pop lifted the crying boy off of his knee and stood him up and held him by the upper arms. Trevors knees seemed weak and he was reaching around to hold his soreness. They were eye to eye.
"Thats what happens to little boys who sass mouth their grownups."
The boy stopped crying in fairly short order and was drawing in short breaths, looking distressed and in pain. Pop stood up but maintained his hold on Trevor by one arm.
"Want to see what it looks like?"
He walked the waddling boy over to a full length mirror where he turned him around by the shoulders and had him twist around and look at his own ass. I got up and came over and Pop lifted the boys shirt tail up so that the three of us could get a better gander.
"See, you got yourself a little pair of red under britches."
He was making reference to the even burn and how it matched the same region that the boys briefs would hug.
"You know who put those on you, dont you boy?"
Trevor held his position and looked to our reflections in the mirror with furrowed brow for some indication of whether or not the question required a response. I reassured him by mussing up his hair and that seemed to alleviate some of the tension. Then I made a little joke of my own.
"From now on were going to call those your little smarty pants."
Pop let out a little chuckle and Trevor looked down again having been humbled. I was satisfied that the boy had learned his lesson and that if he ever forgot to mind his mouth in the future it would certainly not be in front of Pop.