Jake Carson wasn't running, but he was walking pretty fast. The reason was simple, he was already out past his curfew, and he knew his only hope of avoiding punishment for that was to beat David home.
It would have been easier if he'd been in his car driving home from work, but David had taken his car keys, just to show he could, and restricted Jake to walking to and from work. Luckily, he worked in an office building about 20 minutes from home by a fast walk. He'd have made his 7:00 pm curfew easily, except that he had stopped off at his favorite bar for a cold one, got to talking to his friends, and lost track of time! It was now 7:20, and he knew his one chance to avoiding the punishment was to beat David home!
David rarely got home before 7:30, so Jake knew he had a chance. He couldn't run in his suit, but he could walk briskly, and he did. Unfortunately, just as he was turning down the street that led to his home, he heard a car horn honk, and turned to see...David driving up. 'Busted' he thought to himself in resignation.
"Dad!" his 16 year old snapped from behind the wheel of the Mercedes (which was technically his, but which he wasn not allowed to so much as set foot in), what are you doing out this late?"
"Uh, David," he said, desperately casting around from some excuse, ANY excuse, for being out past curfew, and finding nothing. "You see, I just wanted a quick drink so I stopped off at the bar but I was talking and lost track-"
"Oh, never mind," David snapped. "Just get in the car!"
For the first time since his friend Mike had left, Jake went around to the other side of his new Mercedes and climbed into the passenger seat. One of the first things David had done, when Mike had left for overseas and left the teenager in charge, was to confiscate his lawyer father's Mercedes, and make him and his older brother Ted share the clunker Ted had been driving. When he allowed them to drive at all, that is.
"Dad," David asked as the car picked up speed, "didn't I specifically tell you to be home by 7?"
"Well, yes," Jake admitted, as his stomach got that weird queasy flying feeling it got whenever his younger son took that tone with him, "but I'm only half an hour late!"
"I don't care! When I say 7 pm, I mean 7 pm! Are you under the impression that my rules are open for debate?!"
"No, of course not, son!" Jake got out. He couldn't believe how domineering and firm his younger son had become in the six weeks since Mike had left him in charge of the family. Where before he had been a shy and softspoken boy, slender and quiet, now he was a veritable dynamo of authority. Jake had never entirely understood why he accepted that his best friend Mike had the authority to control and discipline him, but he had, and so had his late wife Carol. He had even accepted that Mike had the right to discipline their older son as well.
Somehow, though, that seemed inconceivable with David. Instead, having David giving orders seemed as natural as Mike had been in the role! So when, a few days after taking charge, David had announced that from then on, only HE was allowed to drive or usually even ride in the Mercedes, Jake had found himself unable to put up much argument.
"Dad," David sighed, but looking as if a grin were trying to cross his face too, "I don't think I can let this one go."
They pulled into the garage, and as they got out, David ordered his father, "Go to the living room, strip down to your birthday suit, and wait for me in the corner until I get there!"
With that, David went to the master bedroom he had moved into, leaving his father to shiver with fear and anticipation. Jake went to the living room, and as he had been ordered to do, he removed his shoes and socks. Then he unbuttoned his suit coat and placed in neatly on a hanger, followed by his vest and white shirt.
He slid his suit pants down to his ankles, stepped out of them, and was left dressed only in his briefs. These he slid down and stepped out of too, and stark naked, he gathered his discarded clothing, and set it in neat piles to deal with later. Then he walked over to one of the empty corners of the living room, to a place with a lot of little pencil marks, all at the height of his nose, and placing his hands on his head, he stood in the corner like a naughty child, naked, anxious, and nervous.
He heard familiar footsteps, and he then he heard his older son Ted say, sounding amused, "Hi, Dad! Screw up again?"
"Broke curfew," he explained, without turning his head.
"Thought so," Ted said. "I thought I saw you leaving Clany's Bar earlier, and past your curfew.
Jake heard rustling, and he knew Ted was undressing. Even when they weren't in trouble, David required his older brother and father to wear nothing but briefs around the house. Part of him wished he dared turn and look. Jake was straight, but his older son did have a great body.
"Hi, Ted," came David's voice at the door. "Go sit down, I want you to see Dad taking his medicine!"
"You got it, kid!" Ted said, sounding enthusiastic. Jake knew it was natural, after all, he loved watching Ted get spanked, too, but it was still embarrassing!
"Dad, turn around, get down on all fours, and crawl over here!"
Jake turned around, to see that David was sitting in the middle of the long sofa, holding a ping pong paddle! Jake dropped to his hands and knees, and crawled over to where his younger son was waiting, and then rose up just long enough to lay himself over his son's lap, as he was instructed.
It was a weird feeling, being naked over his son's lap. He could feel the denim of his blue jeans under his bare legs, the cool air of the air conditioner on his bare body, and he was aware of Ted's eager gaze. He was also embarrassingly aware of a stirring in his body that he tried to tell himself was just the cool air, that he was _not_ getting excited by crawing on the floor for his son!
"OK, Dad, I hope you enjoyed your evening, 'cause you're gonna pay for it now!"
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As David brought the paddle down on his bare butt, Jake soon felt that his entire ass was on fire! He yelped and squirmed and begged, but David just kept on whacking away with that horrible paddle!
By the time David finished, Jake's resolve not to cry was broken, and he was sobbing. He looked up to see Ted watching him get punished with a mixture of sympathy and excitement on his face, and the bulge in his briefs told Jake that his older son was really loving seeing this!
Finally, David said, "OK, Dad, that's enough for now. Crawl back to your corner until I say you can go to bed. No supper for you tonight!"
Jake painfully climbed off David's lap, got down on all fours, and crawled back to his corner, all too aware of his glowing red behind on display. When he got there, he heard David say, "Hands on your head, Dad, and stay on your knees!"
Jake settled into the new position, his eyes able to make out nothing but the walls of the corner, his butt blazing hot, his hands locked on his head. He could still hear David telling his older brother, "OK, Ted, time for you to start supper. I want steak and eggs, with salad, and fix yourself a TV dinner, too."
Jake waited uncomfortably in his corner while his sons ate supper. The food smelled delicious, making the no supper punishment worse. Even Ted's TV dinner smelled good to the famished and well-spanked lawyer. Then he heard the sound of Ted cleaning up after supper, and the TV going on in the den, as David watched some evening shows.
Finally, David came back and said, "OK, Dad, it's time for bed. Until further notice, as part of your punishment for breaking curfew, I'm moving your bedtime up to 9:00 pm!"
NINE! It had been bad enough having a 10:30 bedtime as a grown man!
He started to protest, but the fire on his butt persuaded him not to. "Yes, David."
"OK, off to bed, but crawl, don't walk! I like watching you crawling that way!"
Jake blushed horribly at his son's good natured words, but he stayed on his hands and knees as he crawled down the hall to the bedroom that had been David's not long before. Now Jake and Ted shared the smallest bedroom, while David took the master bedroom and used the other one for extra space.
The bedroom had a bed with a bare mattress, but no covers. Since the house was always well warmed and cooled, David had decided it would be fun to make his father and brother sleep naked in the same bed, with no covers and nothing to give any privacy. The door was not allowed to be shut, either. David had made it clear that neither of his relatives had a right to privacy.
Jake climbed onto the bed, turning off the light, and lying on his belly to protect his sore posterior, he wondered what tomorrow would bring, and wondered if he dared do something about his iron-hard member, now trapped under his body against the mattress. He wanted to badly, but the last time David had walked by the door and seem him doing THAT, the punishment had been memorable!
Drifting off to sleep, Jake tried to understand why this all seemed so RIGHT...