It had not been an easy business trip. The client was very difficult and Ft. Lauderdale had been unseasonably hot for March. The airport was full of drunk kids on Spring Break and the cab had taken for ever to show up at the hotel and then got lost on the way to the airport.
At least the airline had remembered my preference for the Exit Row window seat. And I could look forward to the fact that the trip was over and I was heading home.
I made my way down the aisle and was annoyed to see the other two seats were occupied. On the aisle was a decent looking man in his late 40s -- probably an executive like myself. Next to him was a tired looking frat-boy type jock. He had on baggy shorts, a tee short with Greek letters and a baseball cap. He did not look like he had slept in days.
I settled into my seat and turned to the window hoping to fall asleep. Just as I closed my eyes I overheard the following conversation.
"So go on, tell me what happened next."
"Well we all decided to do it and every time you jumped you had to drink a whole can of beer before the next jump."
"Did you go first?"
"No Dad."
"But you did do it."
"Yes Dad."
"Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?"
"Well I guess I do now but I never thought of it at the time."
The conversation continued and I was able to figure out that my seat mate and his fraternity buddies had been staying at a local motel. It was one of dozens of its type – rectangular, two stories, and arranged around a pool in the center. Apparently the boys had been jumping from the second floor balcony into the pool. The cops arrive just as one guy was trying to jump from the roof.
"So how many times did you jump, Son?"
"Only once, Dad."
"That is not what I heard from the hotel manager, the cops or your friends. One of them is on this plane, should I go ask him?"
"No, Dad"
"Then tell me the truth. How many times did you jump?"
"Five."
"And how do you think you should be punished for that?"
"Dad, please not here. Cant we talk about this when we get home?"
"No son. You know I always deal with bad behavior right when it happens."
"I know Dad and you sp.... did it right there at the hotel when you showed up in front of the cops and my friends and everyone."
"Yes son your face was a red as your bottom."
"Dad please there are people all around us. Cant you lower your voice?"
Well by now I knew I was not going to be able to fall asleep on this flight but I did my best impression of being out like a light.
"Son a spanking is embarrassing and I dont care if people know you are going to get spanked when we get home. You jumped five times so you will get 100 swats on your bare bottom for each jump."
"Oh please Dad cant we just fly home and discuss this later?"
"Do you accept 500 swats on your bare bottom as punishment for what you did?"
"Yes. Please Dad; Ill accept anything as long as you stop talking about it."
The conversation stopped for a while and I was dying to see what looks the other passengers had on their face but I wanted them to think I was asleep.
The next thing I knew someone was shaking my shoulder and asking me a question. I woke up to find the steward asking me if I wanted lunch and a drink. I grumbled some reply and had a look around. The frat boy next to me was gone and I met eyes with his Father. I smiled and grumbled some greeting while I turned to look out the window.
"Im sorry if our earlier conversation interrupted your sleep. I just dont know what to do with my son. Time was a good spanking turned him into an angel but now...... "
"I know" I replied.
"Do you have children?" he asked. "Yes, two boys in college just about the same age as your son." I replied.
"Are they well behaved?" he asked.
"I guess. I dont see them much except when they need money or need me to sign a slip acknowledging a bad grade."
"Do you still spank them?" he asked.
"Actually I do."
With that the mans son returned from the bathroom and dropped into the seat next to me.
"Matt, say hello to my friend. He has two boys in college and he still spanks them."
"Oh my God Dad..... You didnt discuss it with him did you?"
"Yes son, I did and anyway I am sure he heard most of our conversation anyway. He didnt start to snore until after we stopped talking."
I could feel my cheeks flushed as I got busted for eavesdropping. I turned and looked out the window. Right then the cabin crew arrived with lunch and offered some to the young man.
"No lunch for him. He is being punished." said his dad.
The rest of the flight went by uneventfully and as we got off the plane I wished him good luck with his son and he said the same to me.
I stood for what seemed like an eternity waiting for the bags to come off the plane and finally decided they werent going to show up any time soon. I still had a long cab ride into the city and who knew when the bags would arrive. I looked around and made for the nearest mens room. As soon as I walked in I heard a familiar voice. It was the father from the exit row.
"Get up son and pull up your pants."
"Yes Dad. Thank you, Dad."
The last stall door opened and out came my two flying companions.
"Oh hello. You just missed the show. Matt, pull down your pants and show my friend what happens to bad boys in my house."
I was astonished that he did not protest but turned around and slid his shorts and briefs all the way down as he bent over. Matt had a nice firm bottom covered with black hair. It was also covered with hand prints and was a nice shade of red.
"Nice job." I said.
"My hand is tired so I had to stop. Do you want to take over?"
Before I knew what was happening I ordered the boy into the stall, put his arms up against the back wall and let go with my hand. The sound was bouncing off the tile walls and I could hear whispered conversations from some really confused guys in the bathroom. Matt started to moan and beg me to stop but I just ordered him to bend over and stick his ass out and shut up. After about 10 minutes I told him to stand up and pull up his pants. He turned to leave the stall and as he emerged, the room burst into applause. There must have been 10 guys standing around Matts father waiting to see who came out of the stall.
Matts dad walked over and thanked me and took his son by the ear and led him out of the restroom. The rest was kind of a blur. I remember walking out of the restroom, over to the luggage belt, picking up my suitcase and diving into the first taxi I saw. As soon as it pulled away from the curb I picked up my cell phone and called my son. When he picked up, I asked him....
"How did you do on that big test last week, son?"
I smiled when he said "Not so good Dad."