Bradley stood, his bottom throbbing in pain, facing the wall knowing his dad was studying his red bottom. At 13 he had thought that over the knee bare bottom spankings were in the past. Dad, having studied Bradley's still sometimes immature behaviour (and developing bottom and thighs) carefully that summer vacation, had other ideas and plans for the future.
As a boy, dad had never been athletic like Brad and he relished every opportunity to exert his authority over his slim and sporty step son. Since he had become Bradley's step dad when the boy was 8, the man had enjoyed authority over the boy, achieved through threats of ''extra hard spankings''
Now, as he looked at the boys slim buttocks , the centre of each buttock a dark shade of red he imagined how the painful the sting of the heavy wooden spoon would be. With the boy's hands on the top of his curly blond hair, the teeshirt rose up Bradley' back, leving the boy's pert young bottom and firm developing thighs exposed to dad's view.
Dad knew that Brad had expected his spankings were a thing of the past now that he was at his senior school but his report had been "unacceptable" and an hour earlier the man and boy had met in the man's study forthe hated "report card review".
Bradley could not remember a time when his report card had been "acceptable". His step dad always found some faults and the consequencet was always the same, Bradley had to learn to do better and in his dad's opinion only a very red bottom would help achieve the required improvement.
Dad's lectures were always given in the same way, with Bradley lying over the man's lap, Bradley's underpants were pulled over his bottom and tha man carried out the lecture whilst massaging his son's buttocks. He enjoyed the smoothness of the skin and the anticipation of the pain he would give to the boy which was, naturally, in his son's best interest. Bradley hated this part of the process but had given up complaining when he was much younger, fearing the threatened additional whacks that dad would give, if angry.
Dad raised the spoon and watched as the boy clenched his bottom. Holding the heavy sppon above his son's right buttock and taking aim over the peak of the t buttock, dad waited patiently. he would make the first whack a hard one. Bradley could not hold the clench for long and, the second his son's bottom relaxed, the man whacked the spoon down on the very centre of the right cheek.
Bradley howled "aaargh...owiiiieeeee"
"that really hurt".
Dad put the spoon down and gently rubbed his sons right buttock, massaging it over the spot where the skin had begun to turn red. " It is supposed to hurt son," was the man's only reply. Bradley had tensed his legs as the spoon had struck hard and the massaging helped calm him before the next firm whack was given as close to the nice round red mark from the first whack.
Bradley lay as still as he could even though he was very uncomforatble and he felt he was becoming a little light-headed, as his head was close to the carpet.
He wondered how many of his class mates suffered the same indignity as he was now experiencing, now he was 13 he was a big boy and this was not supposed to be happening.
Bare bottom spankings were quite normal for a prep school boy, but now he was at senior school!
At least corporal punishment was illegal in school even if it wasn't in Bradley's home.
When dad stopped massaging and lifted his hand from Brad's bottom, the boy knew the second stoke was not far off. Again he clenched as hard as he could and dad waited patiently for the boy's bottom to resume its softer, more relaxed, state.
Dad enjoyed these spanking sessions much more now Bradley was older, he had a larger target to aim at and the school sport's regime was helping develop his son's buttocks into delightful firm mounds, able to take much harder whacks than had been administered by Dad when Bradley had been younger. Dad noticed that he now needed to give longer and harder spankings to achieve the same level of reddness in his son's bottom, than when the boy had been younger and was pleased that Bradley's bottom was still as smooth as when he had been eight.
The constant clenching also extended the time required to "deal effectively" with the boy.
Bradley had been facing the wall for the required time and was sent to the bathroom for his shower with the warning that if the bathroom was not left clean and tidy he would be over his dad's knee again before bed.