Brother Carl -
Just thought you'd like to know what's up at the old log cabin dad built at Three Forks. We sure had some good times out there in the middle of Idaho, didn't we? Well. I don't think Jimmy will be forgetting that cabin soon, either.
You know Jimmy is away at college now. All the way back in North Carolina. I am real proud of that son of mine, what with getting a full scholarship to John Wesley and all. But he was home for a few days last week, the semester being over and his summer job not starting yet. And almost as soon as he got home he said he'd really like the two of us to spend a night at the cabin. I figured a kid on break from school would be looking to do anything except spend time with the old man. But he said, "Why not tonight?" so we packed up and went. The river's real high right now, Carl, and Jimmy and I were sitting at the picnic table talking above the rushing water when Jimmy said he wanted to tell me something and he hoped I wouldn't mind and that if I wanted to I could just forget it, but that he wanted to say it and get it off his mind. "Oh, lord," I thought. "He's gone and got someone pregnant and wants me to support his family while he finishes college." (It's amazing how much I thought in that few seconds, Carl. I'm sure you can imagine!) But I didn't hesitate to tell Jimmy to say what he had to say - that I had always admired the way he lets people know what's on his mind.
Well, Carl, I sure wasn't ready to hear what he said. It crossed my mind maybe the river was making so much noise I didn't hear right, but I knew I had. Jimmy said he had always appreciated how I raised him, always being considerate and approaching him like a person and all. But he said for years he had been thinking about getting a spanking from me and he was wondering if I'd give him one while he still thinks of himself as my kid. I just sat there kind of stunned for a while, Carl. I was looking at him and he just sat there and looked at me and waited. God. What a kid he is, just sitting there waiting to see what I had to say. All I could do was laugh and reach over and tussle his hair. And then I managed to say, "Well, Jimmy. If you need a spanking from your dad, I guess we better give you a spanking from your dad."
You know, Carl, it was real easy. Real natural like. We talked a little and he said how he had always wanted to be across my lap and have me spank him with my hand.
I assured him I am so proud of him I can't even put it in words, and I asked him if he knew if I spanked him I'd still be just as proud of him. He smiled that toothy smile of his and said, "Sure, dad. It won't change how I feel about you, either." Then I kind of stared at the river for a bit and collected my thoughts.
When I turned back to Jimmy my voice was low, the same voice I used to use when I really wanted him to pay attention. "Now, Jim. You do understand that if I spank you it will hurt and hurt real bad. I think that's what spankings should do and it sounds like that's what you need." He assured me he understood.
"Well, Jim. I guess we might as well take care of this right now. Go on and get in the cabin."
Mom's old dinette set is still up there, Carl. Remember those chairs with plastic-covered seats and chrome legs? I pulled one into the middle of the room and stood with one hand on the back of it and looked Jimmy in the eye and told him I was going to spank his butt and spank him good. I told him he was a good son and I was proud to be his dad, but if he needs to be spanked, then I am just the man to do it. I asked him if he understood what was going to happen to him and why it was going to happen. I even made him tell me why he was getting it and he 'fessed up to having asked for it.
"You think having your son come home from college and ask you for a spanking is a good reason to give him a good ass busting, son?"
"Yea, dad. I guess it is."
I sat down on the chair and told him to drop his pants. He kind of complained about "not on the bare, dad," but I was having none of that. "Of course on the bare, Jim," I assured him. "You don't think any son of mine is going to get away with being punished through his jeans, do you?" I was reaching over and grabbing at his jeans and began threatening that he had asked for it and he better get those jeans down like he was told before he got me upset and got it worse. He slipped them down but left his briefs up. I made short work of that and, before he had time to think much about it, I grabbed his arm real hard and pulled him across the leg that was closest to him and pushed his head and chest down under my other leg. I wrapped my leg around his back so he was held down real good and I asked him if he was beginning to understand his butt was in trouble. That if he needed a spanking from his dad then, buy god, he'd get a spanking from is dad that he'd never forget.
Well, Carl, you know Jimmy has gotten to be a good sized young man. Six foot tall and he weighs about 160 now. He's not real solid like his athletic brother but he's a well-proportioned kid. Even so, what with his mother being so short, he's not as big as my 6'4, nor as husky as my 200 pounds. His bare butt was over my lap and there was still about a third of my upper leg for him to struggle on. Also, my shin is just as tall as the chair so my lap was real level. Holding him real tight between my legs like I was, and with my lap being flat and plenty wide, he didn't have a chance to wiggle his ass out of reach of his dad's spanking.
And spank his ass I did. I figured if he needed it I was going to be sure he got it good. I spanked him up one cheek and down the other and then back in the other direction. I spanked him right on the center of his butt and on the top and right where his cheeks turn into legs. I smacked him as hard as I could with my big hand, all the while telling him that if he needs his butt spanked so bad that he would ask his dad for it, then I'm not going to let him down and he's not going to get out of it until I know he's been spanked and butt spanked right.
He was really struggling, Carl, but it didn't do him a bit of good. I'd stop and lecture a bit and then it was right back to hitting his bare butt.
Jim's a strong young man but bent over like that he couldn't get any leverage. And you know my work keeps my legs built up real good, so it was easy to hold him down. The only problem was my hand. Man, it got sore. I may have given Jimmy the spanking he needed, but his butt took it out on my hand. Finally I just had to stop. And, really, I think Jimmy had had about as much as he could take.
I asked him if he felt like his dad had spanked his butt like it needed to be spanked and he assured me he had had enough.
"You sure of that, Jim? There's plenty more where that came from, young man."
When he convinced me he had had enough I told him to stand up and pull up his pants. I stood up and put my arm around his shoulder and, I know it sounds corny, Carl, but I told him I was proud of how he had taken what he had asked for. He put his arms around me and said, "Thanks, dad. It was just what I needed. You were great."
Well, Carl, you know I don't handle that mushy stuff too good, so I suggested we go for a walk along the river.
It was late afternoon and the sun was shining sideways onto the hills like it does. Being a wet spring this year, everything was bright green with white and yellow and red wildflowers going nuts everywhere. The geese were feeding high in the Crocker's pasture like they always do. It was no trouble at all to walk for miles.
A couple of hours passed and I had some time to think about Jimmy. I decided that if he needed this spanking thing enough to ask for it I should make sure he had some idea what it was like to have a dad who spanks. That was about the time I saw our little stream was running.
You remember our little stream, Carl? The one we found when dad first built the cabin - the real little stream with ferns and lots of falls as it cuts a little gully just before it crosses the road? Man, the times we had building dams and playing in that stream. And the things we did in the clearing just above it. Guess it's a good thing dad didn't find out about some of those times, huh, Carl?
Well. It hasn't changed a bit. The stream was running real high but the gully and the clearing are just the same, with views through the trees of the bend in the road. Partly from nostalgia and partly because I knew no one driving down the road would look up in there, I jumped over the barrowpit and climbed in. Had to kind of coax him, but Jimmy followed. We checked out the stream before I said, "Come on, Jimmy," and hiked to the clearing. Then I turned around and faced him and once again found myself using my low voice.
"You know, Jimmy, I don't know where this spanking thing is coming from with you. But I've decided you might as well experience it real good while you are getting it. And I think a spanking out here in the woods will do you some good. So you drop those pants. I'm going to spank your butt again."
Carl, you could have served up a ten-course dinner on those eyes and had room left for the napkin. His mouth fell open and he started stammering, "But, dad. Out here in front of the road? And, dad, I've had plenty. Really. You did a great job. I don't need any more." I could tell he meant it, Carl. But he was reaching to undo his belt.
"Get those pants down now, Jim," I ordered. "If you need your butt whipped then I'll determine when you've had enough. And no one is going to notice what we are doing up here anyway. Now drop those pants before I get pissed."
He started pulling them down and I told him to hurry up - that his butt had another punishment coming.
I ignored his continued concerns about being next to the road, remembering cars passing for years and never noticing you and I playing in that clearing, Carl. Even so, I really didn't want to push the possibility of someone noticing. When Jimmy's pants were barely off his ass I got up beside him and put my leg in front of him and wrapped my one arm across his back, pinning him between my leg and upper body. I pulled up his shirt and held it in the hand crossing his back and with my free hand started landing into his bare butt like there was no tomorrow. He had said he needed a spanking from dad's hand and by gosh, Carl, he got a good one. Real quick like. Maybe fifteen to twenty five strokes. My hand was hurting and I was barking at him about getting his butt spanked and he was squirming and begging and assuring me he'd never think of a spanking again. But there wasn't much he could do other than take it - I had a real good grip on him.
I stopped and backed off and was going to talk with him a bit and maybe give him more but just then we heard a car coming. Jimmy had those pants up so quick you'd have thought a bobcat was checking his hind end with matrimony in mind! I could tell he was really embarrassed about the whole thing.
Guess I can't blame him. And I must admit I was kind of glad to see him succeed in his project before the car passed the opening in the trees, though of course the driver only looked at the road.
The rest of the evening was real pleasant. Had dinner and read some. Listened to the river and played some rummy. (Gad, Carl. It's still the same deck of cards we played rummy with when we were kids. The cabin hasn't changed much.) Then, just before we went to bed, I told Jimmy I thought he had one more good spanking coming. That the next day, before we left for town, I was going to give him a spanking he'd remember all his life, so he'd never have to feel like he missed out on getting a good spanking from his dad.
I also told him his butt was hurting my hand and I wanted to give him a harder spanking than I would with my hand stinging the way it did. He said something about, "a harder one ? !!!," but I ignored it. I told him to go out to the shed and get one of the ping-pong paddles down from the wall and to bring it in the cabin. I had him put it on the table and told him I was going to use it on him the next day. I might have forgotten about it if he had said he really didn't need any more, but he said, "I understand, dad," and I figured I was doing the right thing.
Well. We woke up real early. We talked some and I could tell there was a lot of tension in the air. But I didn't mention anything and eventually we drifted back to sleep. About eight I got up and cooked breakfast. Jimmy washed the dishes and just as I dried the last of them I said, "Well, Jimmy. I promised you a spanking you won't forget. It's about time we got it out of the way, don't you think?" About all he could do was shake his head in the affirmative.
This time I was careful to pull the chair out just like I had the first time. In just the same spot. I told him to bring me the paddle, which was right there but I wanted him to hand it to me. Again I told him how any son who asks for a spanking deserves what he gets and he agreed. I told him I intended to use the paddle so he'd never have to ask for a spanking again, because if he ever does he'll get it worse. Then I said to drop his pants and get his butt bare for his paddling.
He began begging me not to use the paddle on his bare butt - that it was already sore from yesterday and with the paddle it would be too much.
I could tell he was really panicked at the idea of the paddle on his bare ass, so I figured a little experimenting wouldn't hurt. He had hesitated pulling down his briefs so I just pulled him across my leg, locked him face-on-the-floor between my legs, and started wailing away with that paddle on his briefs. "When I tell you to get your butt bare for the paddle I mean for you to get your butt bare for the paddle," I was yelling and emphasizing every word with a smack. I really felt free to land them on, what with his having those jockey shorts on.
I don't think those briefs did much good, Carl. Man, did he ever start jumping around. I locked him down real good with my legs and it was no trouble keeping those white briefs in place for the paddle. I could tell he was experiencing what I had promised - he'll remember that trip over his dad's knee for a long time to come. I would let him catch his breath and then I smacked him some more. All the while telling him I was going to pull down his underpants and let him find out what a real paddling is all about.
Which is just what I did. At some point he just gave up and put his face on the floor and hung on my lap. I figured any more probably wouldn't make any difference anyway. But I had promised the paddle on his bare, so I pulled down his shorts and told him I was going to give him ten on this bare butt and he better remember this spanking so I don't have to give him another.
I landed that ten real hard and steady. Not real rapid-fire, since I wanted him to have time to feel every one. But not slow at all either. He really didn't have any time to deal with any of them. They were just too much on top of each other to allow any thinking. They were all pretty much in the same area in the center and bottom part of his ass and I could tell he was finding out what it's like to be a son who's dad has had to give him a good, hard spanking. His initial reaction to the pain of having it on the bare was a struggle, which lasted until about the seventh stroke. Then there just wasn't any starch left in the kid. The last three were the hardest of the lot.
Then I just sat and let him hang there on my leg for a bit. He was breathing real hard, but for the most part pretty quiet. It must have been uncomfortable as hell.
After about half a minute I eased up on the grip of my legs. After another half minute he stirred and I helped him start to get up. He crawled as far as my other leg and kind of collapsed there, laying across my lap, just hanging on for a while. I rubbed his back and his butt a little and after a bit began telling him how proud I was of how he took that paddling and that I was sorry I had to lay it on so hard but that I think it was the right thing to do. Even then, just whipped and so exhausted he could hardly speak, Jimmy shook his head, Yes. He caught his breath a bit and told me he thought I had done a real good job. He said he had asked for it and appreciated my doing it for him.
It must have been three for four full minutes before he began to move and asked if he could get up.
Like I said, Carl, I don't think Jimmy will be forgetting the cabin any time soon. Although I don't know. When we got in the car Jimmy told me he had checked himself in the mirror. He smiled that toothy grin and said he thought for sure it would be black and blue for days and was amazed to find his ass was red as barns but with just a few little marks.
He asked how I did that - giving him such a hard beating and not leaving bruises all over. But don't worry, Carl. I didn't tell him about the time I was home on extended leave, back from Vietnam, and you had just graduated and said you wanted to go to the clearing by the creek to talk. I didn't tell him about what you said you wanted me to do and how you were concerned about your girl friend seeing any marks. I didn't tell him how practiced you and I got in that clearing before I had to report back for stateside duty.
Well, Carl - just thought you'd like to know what's up at the old log cabin dad built at Three Forks.