Caleb Richardson glanced at his watch as he rode his bike home. It was five minutes to five; he was cutting it close. Dad left work at five and it only took him fifteen minutes to get home. That would give him very little time to get back in the house himself, but also to make it look like he had been there for the two hours since the school bus dropped him off. It was the fault of the newspaper anyway, misprinting the movies start time like that. Hed calculated the length of the picture, factored in the numerous previews at the start and had determined that he had a large enough window of opportunity to see it and get back home before Dad realized hed violated his grounding punishment. Of course, Dad called to check on him but he didnt know that Caleb had put in call forwarding to his cell phone. The people in the theater had given him dirty looks when his phone rang, but hed just rushed to the corridor and told his Dad that he was home doing his homework.
He schemed as he pedaled faster. Hed open his books on the table; that would look good. Then hed make it look like hed been doing housework – the maid didnt come on Thursday and this might impress his Dad. If he walked in the door to find Caleb doing dishes, he probably wouldnt notice that hed not actually accomplished very much. If there was one advantage to having your mother run out on the family, Caleb thought to himself, it was that you could get away with much more than you could before.
Getting home just at five, he pushed his bike to the back. He wasnt supposed to be riding it at all during his week-long grounding, so he made sure to lean it back exactly where he had retrieved it earlier. Unlocking the back door, he walked into the kitchen to find.....Dad.
"Um, Hi Dad, when did you get home?" he stammered. His mind was churning up excuses. He had to run to the corner store. What for? Milk? And where was it? They were out. Out of milk?
As he stood like a deer in the headlights, his father was calmly dialing his own cell phone. Moments later, Calebs rang in his pocket.
"Call forwarding," Blake Richardson said, "Very clever, Caleb. I never suspected. How long have you been pulling that particular trick?"
Totally busted, Caleb decided to come clean.
"Last month, Dad. This is only the second time Ive used it."
"Hand over your phone, son," he said, standing and holding his hand out for it. Feeling a sense of loss, Caleb surrendered it. It had taken some fast-talking to get Dad to buy him the phone and now it was gone.
"I left work a half-hour early. Once I found your backpack by the front door, I realized that you had just dashed in and dashed out. I admit that you answering the phone had me confused for a while, but I figured it out. So what do we do now? Ive grounded you for a week. Shall I ground you for a month?"
"I hate being grounded," Caleb muttered as he sat at the kitchen table. He did not meet his Dads eyes.
"Youre not supposed to like it. Thats why its a punishment. However, it assumes a little bit of responsibility on your part since I cant be here to watch you. I can take away your X Box and games, but that means Im going to have to hide them and Ive no guarantee that you wont find them and play them when Im not around."
All this made Caleb feel very uncomfortable. Because his mother had betrayed them both, trust was the most important part of their father-son relationship. Hed damaged it for a cheesy action movie. On the other hand, it was natural for a 12-year-old kid to try and get out of a punishment, wasnt it? Why was he laying this all on him? His job was to punish Caleb and it was Calebs job to deal with it.
"At the very least, Im going to have to extend your grounding considerably," Dad was saying, "And figure out a way to make sure you are obeying it. I could set up a webcam....no, this is foolishness! Im not going to treat you like a criminal, but I do expect you to obey me!"
"You used to just spank me," Caleb said, still muttering to the tabletop. Indeed, he didnt even realize that his comment was audible. The long pause that followed it informed him otherwise.
"I havent done that since you were...."
"Ten," Caleb supplied. Not since his mother left.
"Youre twelve now."
"So?"
Blake paused. How could he explain this to Caleb? Hed always considered spanking to be one of several appropriate forms of punishment. Hed also found it to be effective in altering Calebs behavior. While he did not enjoy spanking his son, he was not so squeamish as to let that prevent him from doing his fatherly duty. However, after Maria had left, the two of them had been so hurt that he just did not have it in him to inflict physical pain on his sons young body. He did not consider that hed gone soft – he still punished Caleb when he needed it, but had simply dropped spanking as an option. It had been nineteen months and it had never been brought up until now.
So? Caleb had asked. Well, no, twelve wasnt too old for a spanking. Blake had gotten them up until aged fifteen. In many ways it made sense. It wasnt the sort of punishment that needed monitoring and was actually kind of appropriate given the offence. Blake had mixed emotions about the whole thing, but that was for him to deal with.
"All right," he said, "This is what Im going to do. Your original punishment still stands. You remain grounded until Tuesday. I intend to keep your cell phone for the foreseeable future. Youve demonstrated that you cant be trusted to use it appropriately. As for leaving the house and lying about it, for that you will be spanked."
Caleb gulped as his stomach dropped to the floor. Hed brought up the topic of spanking without thinking about it. He knew that his Dads decision to stop punishing him that way was tied to his mothers departure, even if he didnt understand the complex emotions behind it. Frankly, hed not missed having his bare ass blistered. Given a choice between a spanking and being grounded for a week, hed have taken the grounding. Dad had been talking about a month, though. On some unconscious level hed felt that this was the appropriate punishment for his betraying his Dads trust but faced with the reality of it, his mind was trying to find ways to get out of it. Should he take a months grounding? No, that was too long. How about two weeks? But what about Dad making sure he wouldnt sneak out again? Oh, I dont want to be spanked! Oh, I really dont want to be spanked!! I really, really dont want to be spanked!!!!! Its gonna HURT so much!!!
Unaware or unconcerned with his sons internal dialogue, Blake got up from the table. It occurred to him that he had no idea what he was going to spank Caleb with. He used to use a ping-pong paddle but where that was now God only knew. He saw a ruler but considered it too flimsy. Inspiration struck and he looked under the sink. With a grim smile, he retrieved a long-handled scrubbing brush.
Caleb felt numb as he saw his Dad bring out the wooden brush. It had hard bristles, but it was the thick wood that had him worried. This was several steps up from the ping-pong paddle. Why, oh why hadnt he kept his mouth shut? Maybe Dad would let him keep his pants on since he was a couple of years older now.
"Into the living room," Dad said, pointing the way with the brush. With unsteady knees, Caleb got up and marched into the next room. There was a love seat with no arms and this is where Dad led him. Caleb stood, unsure what to do next. Dad had always put him over his knee before, but he was a bit bigger. When he saw his dad sit, he realized that this aspect would not be changing. And when Dads big hands reached for his pants, he realized that it wasnt the only thing he intended to do the same as before. It seemed the only new part of the routine would be a bigger spanking implement.
"Please?" he said, his lower lip trembling as Dad unfastened his pants.
"Why not?" Blake asked his son in a neutral voice.
"Because its going to hurt so much more!" Caleb said, his voice breaking and hitching.
"Thats the whole point," Blake said, methodically unzipping his sons pants and yanking them to his ankles. Caleb was wearing white briefs but hed deal with them in a moment. As his boy awkwardly and reluctantly climbed over his lap, he decided that his underpants needed to be removed as well. If Caleb had given any other reason than the one he had for not wanting his pants to come down, Blake wouldnt have done it. The boy was entitled to a bit of modesty if he was developing it, but it didnt seem that this was the case. However, his only motivation was to reduce the pain and this was counter-productive. Blake intended for this to hurt.
As Caleb lay across his fathers lap, he had no idea thats hed lost his chance to keep his pants. He had no modesty in front of his father; they had seen enough of each other emotionally that his naked body held no secrets. Shame also would be alien in this setting; Caleb was proud of his body and sometimes strutted around in the nude because he liked to see himself in the mirror. He never bothered to shut the door while doing it, either. Thus, his only thought as he felt his father pulling down his underpants was how much his naked bottom was going to hurt.
"This is your punishment for leaving the house, Caleb," Dad said to him. "The trust youre going to have to work to get back."
Caleb heard the whoosh of air as the brush descended followed by a stinging WHACK! that took his breath away. His legs kicked involuntarily as his bare skin telegraphed a burst of pain to his brain. His hands were in front of him, which was just as well because otherwise he would have reached back to try and protect himself.
WHACK! went Dad again with the brush. Caleb yelped in distress. His last spanking seemed to be ages ago. How could he have ever forgotten this searing pain? How had he ever put himself into a position where he was feeling it again?
WHACK! Caleb screeched louder. It had never hurt this bad before! Hed always gotten it on his bare bottom, but it had never felt like this. The brush must be ten times worse than the ping-pong paddle.
WHACK!! WHACK!! The fourth and fifth blows served only to intensify the pain. With his flesh already burning and stinging, each new spank simply made it worse.
WHACK!! WHACK!! "Please, Daddy!" he begged. He almost never called him Daddy but he was desperate. Being spanked made him feel much younger again and he pleaded the way he would have when he was five even though his twelve year old brain knew that Dad would only stop when he felt hed been punished enough.
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!!! During the second half of the spanking, Caleb was barely coherent. He held on to the cushions, wishing, praying for it to be over. He was swimming in a world of pain, his vision turned surreal by tears and his breath coming in short, desperate gasps. His bottom was a blazing inferno of raw agony. As limp as a dishtowel, he lay prone over his father unable to even rub some of the sting from his rump. He flinched when he felt his fathers hand on his spanked cheeks, but relaxed when he realized that Dad was rubbing them for him. Neither of them said anything for a while. At last Dad handing him a paper towel to clean his face up a little bit. Caleb felt able to sit up, so he did, resting his head on Dads chest.
The boy didnt know it, but his father was in a confused mess. It had started when he had pulled down his sons underpants. Hed felt a rush that was unmistakably a _s_e_x_ual thrill. Hed tried to deny it but he was a thirty one year old man; he knew hornyness when he felt it. As hed prepared to spank his son, hed been trying to figure out where this unwelcome development had come from. It wasnt about nudity; he saw Caleb naked often enough. He thought his son had a very good body, but hed never thought about it in a _s_e_x_ual way. Was it the act of removing someone elses clothes; something hed not done since his wife had left him? Was it the vulnerable submissiveness of Caleb; the trust he was showing by allowing his father to punish him in this most intimate of ways? He did not have time to speculate and he had proceeded to spank the boy properly, hoping that these feelings would go away. While part of him cringed inside at Calebs cries of pain, another part embraced the primal bonding between father and son. Their ancestors had understood that some lessons and wisdom could only be passed on through imprinting and pain. Only in the past few decades had this knowledge come under attack but Blake resolved not to forget it again. When the spanking was over, he was distressed but not surprised to find that he had an errection.
Seeing Caleb lying prone, he wondered if he had overdone it and tried to bring some relief to his sons tender bottom. Caleb seemed to appreciate it as he reverted back into his caregiver role. It wasnt until his son maneuvered into a sitting position on his lap that me became concerned again. Blakes penis was nearly eight inches and he shifted uncomfortably so that it would not be obvious to the boy that he was erect.
Caleb had his own emotions to deal with. Despite the tremendous pain hed undergone, in many ways hed found the spanking to be cathartic. The spanking was the final indication that their abandonment had not altered their relationship with each other. If anything, it was stronger than before. With his fathers strong arms enfolding him, he felt safer than he had in the past two years. He was not even aware that he was getting an errection until it touched his belly.
He looked down in alarm, to find himself face to face with his bald four-inch penis. Trying to avoid going stiff, or doing anything to attract his Dads attention, he silently tried to will his boner away. He tried to focus on the still considerable pain in his rear but this seemed only to stiffen his member. At the risk of being obvious, he reached for a pillow.
"Oh, do you want to sit on that?" Dad asked him, misunderstanding his proposed use for it.
"No, I....I just wanna hold it," Caleb said. Dad had looked down and had seen his errection. It seemed pointless to hide it now. He held onto the pillow, unsure of what to do with it; finally discarding it in confusion.
"Im sorry, Dad!" he said, blushing for the first time during the entire ordeal. "I cant help it!"
"Theres nothing to be sorry for, Caleb," Dad said. "If you havent learned it already, your dick has a mind of its own. You neednt feel ashamed because it gets hard at the oddest times."
"I tried to make it go away, but I couldnt!"
"Thats just the way it works, Caleb. Especially at your age. When I was in the ninth grade, I got one while giving a report in front of the class. I wanted to sink through the floor."
"Really? In front of the whole class? Did you get teased?"
"Yes, but I got over it. It just something that happens and most men and boys understand that. Women dont, but thats to be expected."
"Its still not going anywhere," Caleb said with a little laugh, staring at his unabashed penis.
"Do you want to put your pants back on, now?" Dad suggested. "That might help."
After a long moment, Caleb took his advice and reached for his underwear. Blake detected a note of reluctance in the way he went about it, though. While it was true that boys often got erect at the drop of a hat, there was usually a reason. Hed seen a girls boob down the front of her blouse while giving his report that time. What had set off Caleb? Had he realized that his father was also erect and had subconsciously reacted to it? All the same, he was glad when his son got dressed again. They had enough to deal with right now without more complications.
"Im sorry I lied to you, Dad," Caleb said as he stood up.
"Apology accepted," Blake said, giving his son a big hug. "Now I need to go shower, okay?"
Blake did need to shower, but as soon as hed stripped his clothes off and turned on the water, he was stroking his engorged penis in a frenzy. And when he shot a mighty burst of sperm against the shower wall, the image in his mind wasnt the _s_e_x_y actress hed seen on TV last week riding up and down on his _c_o_c_k_. Instead he was remembering Calebs bottom, pale and naked across his lap waiting to be spanked with the brush. And it was the best orgasm hed had in months.