Dear Dad,
This little letter is hard to write as I know that, as soon as you have read it, you will want to see me in your study to give me a spanking. I also know, from the last time you spanked me, that you wont be content with just giving me a hand-spanking across the seat of my trousers, but will insist on spanking me bare .... firstly with your hand and then either with your belt or the cane!
You see, last night, as you know I stayed overnight with Andy. After dinner Andy and I went out to play with Gudge (Kevin Hunnisett), Cottie (Mark Cottenham) and Lee. John (Andys Dad) told us to be back by 9.00pm as he wanted us undressed and in bed by 9.30pm. Andy tried telling John it was too early – as there is no school today (with it being Saturday), apart from which no sixteen year-old goes to bed by 9.30pm (even on schooldays) – but John wouldnt listen and said that we could always go to bed immediately after he had firstly spanked us if he had any complaints. At this point Andy told me to "come on" and we left without saying a further word to John.
Once outside and out of Johns earshot I asked Andy what had got into John as hes usually very easy-going – more so than you I hasten to add – but Andy just shrugged his shoulders and said he didnt know, other than ever since he [John] started taking the family to church regularly he had become much stricter, adding that it could be something to do with the new Minister being a firm believer in corporal punishment.
To cut a long story short we got back to Andys house just after 10.00pm – which was early by my standards – after a game of soccer at Alderbrook Recreation Ground and a few games of darts at Lees, and tried to sneak in without John or Gloria (Andys Mum) hearing us, but John caught us going into the kitchen to fix ourselves a drink before going upstairs. "I told you to be back by nine oclock not gone ten" he said angrily, "where have you been"?
"At Lees house", Andy answered.
"All evening", asked John.
"After playing footsie at the rec" I said. Andy looked at me very worried.
John looked at me and then turned back to Andy. "Playing footsie too, eh", he asked.
"Hardly Dad ....".
"Ive told you before not to play wearing your best jeans .... just look at the state of your clothes .... theres mud all over your jeans" John snapped, pointing at a negligible amount of dry mud on the bottom of Andys trousers. "Do you like giving your mother more washing to do?! Ive seen a better-dressed tramp! And look at your shoes and the floor, and tell me what you see .... mud .... how many more times do I have to tell you to take your shoes off before you come in?! And if youre going to play footsie in the rec, for goodness sake play in your games kit – thats what its for – and remember to take your boots off before you come in! Got the message"?!
"Sorry Dad", Andy replied sheepishly. I glanced down at my shoes – they were equally as muddy as Andys – and, in shame, took them off as John continued to lecture Andy.
"Dont you say sorry Dad to me boy! You should know by now to call me Sir when youve misbehaved! Where is your games kit anyway; you havent left it at school have you"?!
"Its a bit cold outside for wearing shorts" I interrupted.
"Be quiet you or Andy wont be the only boy in this house to get a sore arse", John snapped at me. With that, he took Andy by his arm – just above his elbow – and hauled him into the dining room before pushing him, face-first, into the corner of the room. I anxiously stood in the kitchen doorway leading to the dining room waiting to see what John was going to say or do next. "Watch carefully Young Christopher, you may learn something" John told me, before turning to Andy to add "okay boy, drop them"!
"Please Sir .... Im sorry" Andy pleaded. It was the first time I had heard Andy call John Sir, and I must say it made Andy sound as though he was back at school addressing Mr Kerrigan [our Housemaster] rather than his father.
"I said drop them" John said sternly, "now do it"!
Keeping his face towards the wall Andy unfastened his trousers and pulled them down to just below his butt.
"Underpants as well" John ordered.
"Please Dad .... I mean Sir .... not bare", Andy pleaded.
"Yes boy, on your bare butt .... now lose them before I lose my temper with you big-time"!
Andy nervously pulled down a pair of black briefs to join his jeans.
"What on earth are those", John asked angrily.
"Im sorry Sir; all my white ones are in the wash", Andy replied.
"If you stopped jacking-off inside them every five minutes claiming youre just having wet dreams – or slept naked as Ive told you to more than once, and which you need to if your _c_o_c_k_-and-balls are to be given time and space to breathe like the rest of your body – you would have plenty of white pairs to wear; where did you get those from as Ive told you to wear white Y-fronts and nothing but white Y-fronts, havent I"?
"Nobody wears those at our age" I protested, "only primary school kids wear Y-fronts, especially white ones"!
"Did I ask for your opinion" John snapped at me. "As it is, I think the pair of you are behaving more like a pair of primary school kids! Do you want to join Andy for a spanking"?! I didnt answer. "Well, do you", John snapped at me.
"No".
"Then shut-up" John ordered, before turning to Andy. "I have had enough of the pair of you; firstly you come back later than I told you to; secondly, you try and sneak in without me hearing you: no doubt with a view to saying you had been back by nine had I found you upstairs; thirdly, you have the nerve to play footsie in your best jeans and give your mother more work to do by getting mud all over your clothes and on the carpet; fourthly, by wearing designer briefs not the underwear Ive told you to wear; fifthly by not addressing me as Sir when you know very well to do so when Im annoyed with you; sixthly, for not doing as youre told; need I go on".
"Im sorry" Andy replied sheepishly.
"You will be my boy" John said, as he unfastened his belt and pulled it through the loops of his trousers, before folding it in half. "You know the script by now .... Pull your shirt up and let me see your arse"!
Still keeping his face to the wall, Andy pulled up his T-shirt up to his shoulders, fully exposing his beautiful bubble-butt for me and John to see. It was lily-white and just waiting to become red! John pulled Andys buttocks apart and probed between them with his finger for a couple of minutes. "At least your arse is clean this time" he snapped before turning to me, "last time I had to give him an enema as he hadnt cleaned himself up properly after he last went to the loo and there was still some _s_h_i_t_ inside him when I examined his rectum! In fact, there was almost as much _s_h_i_t_ still inside him, as there was emanating from his mouth, until the enema put pay to the former and a dose of soap-and-water put pay to the latter; isnt that right Young Andrew"?!
"Yes Sir".
John smirked at Andys acknowledgement. "You might as well drop your trousers and underwear as well as youre going to be next" John told me. The thought of being given an enema instantly gave me an erection with fear.
"Sir", Andy protested.
"Quiet boy" John snapped at him. I hesitated for only a few moments. "Come along now boy, drop them or youll be feeling the buckle and not just the strap" he told me. Without saying anything, I nervously unfastened my trousers and pulled them down, along with my underpants, and attempted to cover my _c_o_c_k_-and-balls with my hands to maintain my dignity. "Stop playing with yourself and put your hands behind your head" he ordered, again sounding more like Mr Kerrigan than the John McCabe I know. Again, without saying a word, I did as he told me. My shirt rose up above my navel giving John a full view of my erect member. "I see your father doesnt shave your balls as I do Young Andrews" he told me, "any more lip from you boy and Ill shave you myself to remind you that all the time you behave like a little boy youll be made to look like one: understood"?
"Yes John", I replied timidly.
"And you can start by calling me Sir as well when you misbehave" John continued, "the sooner you learn that, all the time you are under my roof, you will obey my rules or suffer the consequences .... isnt that right Young Andrew"?!
"Yes Sir", Andrew replied.
"Very well lets get on with it! I havent got all night as I want to watch Match of the Day at eleven oclock! You will receive twenty strokes Young Andrew as you should know how to conduct yourself, and you will receive six Young Christopher for your insolence! But before I start can you check to see if there is a film in that camera next to you Christopher", John asked.
I picked up the camera on the sideboard next to me and checked. "There is", I replied.
"And how many exposures are left" John asked.
"I dont know; how many are there in the film" I replied, "its showing twenty-two on the reel".
"Twenty-two snaps taken, two left .... now then, do I get each of you to take a photo of the other being spanked or do I just get you to take two of Andy having his arse warmed or do I ask Andy to take two of you having your butt toasted .... decisions, decisions .... let me see who has the prettiest butt; turn around Christopher so I can have a look at your arse"? I did as he told me. "Mmmm .... nice, very nice" he said, "okay turn back to face me". I did. "I think Ill get you to take one of each other" John said, "pity there isnt any more film left as Id like to take a couple of you naked as well as a few more of you getting changed in and out of your games kit to make up for the lack of decent eye-candy in Gay Times this month .... still, perhaps I can do that next week when you go on holiday with us"!
"You what" I said angrily.
"You heard" John smirked, "apart from shorts being infinitely more practical for playing footsie in, I do think that its criminal that boys your age should be allowed to wear long trousers as it deprives older men like me of the joy of seeing your legs! I dont give a _d_a_m_n_ how cold it is outdoors when youre on holiday with us next week Young Christopher I expect both you and Andrew to wear shorts unless you want to spend the whole of the week wearing my belt across your backsides; understood"?
"Yes Sir", Andy and I replied in unison, knowing we were beaten.
"Splendid" exclaimed John. "Now to business .... show Christopher how its done Andrew, and make sure he can hear you or Ill have to start again from scratch"!
With that, John pinned Andy against the wall with his left hand – just below his T-shirt – and strapped Andy twenty times, pausing for approximately thirty seconds after each stroke to allow Andy time to regather his composure and count aloud the number of times he had been strapped. Halfway through strapping Andy John asked me to take a photo of him punishing Andy. I did but the flash didnt go off. "Try again" John said, "I can always get Andrew to take one of you getting the strap next week as Im sure you will either give me cause to strap you or I will think of something to merit giving you the belt whilst were away"! I did. This time the flash worked. "Now don't either of you go telling Gloria or anyone else I read Gay Times or I'll skin you alive" he said sternly.
The more Andy cried and begged John to stop strapping him the harder John strapped him, mainly across his butt, but occasionally across the back of either of his thighs after John first pulled Andys jeans and underpants down to his ankles: a couple of times the strap wrapped its way well inside either of Andys legs which, I know, from when you have strapped my thighs is more sensitive than the back of ones legs. Indeed, I remember on one occasion when you strapped my thighs, the loop of the strap inadvertently struck the back of my scrotum and I saw stars .... but after briefly examining my balls to make sure there was no lasting damage you continued to strap my butt and my legs as if nothing had happened.
After John had finished strapping Andy, he made Andy take off all his clothes and face the wall with his hands behind his head and elbows behind his shoulders. John then took hold of me by my ear and hauled me over to the corner of the dining room. "Your turn now! Pull your shirt up and let me see your arse", he told me, "just thank God youre only getting six, but believe me if you dont do as youre told next week you will get the same number as I give Andy; understood"?!
Before I could answer Gloria came in to see what all the fuss was about; she had obviously heard Andy crying from the living room. "What are you doing" she asked, somewhat taken aback that John was going to strap me.
"Giving the boys the spanking they deserve for being back late, making a mess of their clothes and the carpet, and generally showing me a distinct lack of respect", John replied.
"Its all very well for you to spank Andrew but I think you should ask Christophers folks first before you spank him".
"I dont think that will be necessary" John said, "I know from speaking with Andrew previously that Christophers Dad is far more strict with him than I have hitherto been with Andy, with perhaps the exception of tonight, and that Christopher's Dad looks upon Andy as his second son just as I look upon Christopher as mine"!
"I still think you shouldnt spank other peoples children without first receiving the consent of the childs parents", Gloria told him.
"Very well" John snapped, clearly agitated at not being able to spank me. "Pull your things up! I will speak to your father and see if he has any objection to me warming your backside for your behaviour this evening; in the meantime I suggest you write him a note to tell him how you have been a naughty boy and ask him if I have his permission to deal with you as I see fit next week to keep Mrs No-Good, Do-Gooder Social Worker here happy! If, as I hope, your father spanks you in the meantime, suggest to him that I would like him to punish you as you have seen how me punish Andy this evening and, moreover, I would like to see your butt afterwards so I can satisfy myself that you have indeed been punished; if you dont I will just have to strap you even harder next week when I should have another film in my camera"!
I pulled up my underpants and trousers, relieved at not being given a spanking, as the one John gave Andy reminded me very much of the spanking you gave me the time before last: twenty strokes of the belt across my butt and the back inside of my thighs – with each stroke being hard enough to mark, but not break, my skin – including a couple with the buckle end of the belt as opposed to the strap. With that, Gloria left the room.
"John darling, your soccer programme is about to start in fifteen minutes" Gloria called from the living room.
"Coming" John shouted back, before turning to me and Andy. "Okay you two, get upstairs and dont let me hear another peep out of you until the morning, and make sure you both sleep butt naked underneath your duvets as I will be up to check on you during the night; and if I hear anything from either or both of you in the meantime, or I find you wearing any clothes in bed, I wont hesitate to put you over my knee before making you sleep naked in the garage for the rest of the night"!
With that, Andy and I too left the dining room and climbed the stairs, brushed our teeth and got undressed before climbing into bed. I felt exposed and vulnerable being naked in bed (as I usually keep my underwear on and change my briefs the following morning) and wondered whether John would indeed check during the night to see if Andy and I had removed all our clothes before going to bed. I had visions of him waking me up masturbating me in my sleep and making me ejaculate over my bottom sheet, and then hauling me out of bed to spank me for giving Gloria more washing to do. It was sometime before I was able to get off to sleep with worrying about how you would react once you have read this letter and if I would be able to type it up before John has spoken to you, let alone thinking about what he intends to do next week. I rather wish I wasnt going on holiday with Andy, John and Gloria after all.
Im really sorry for getting back to Andys later than John told us to last night, and for any disrespect I may have shown John yesterday, Dad. I only hope you wont be too hard on me.
Love as always,
Chris, xx.