It was so hot I could barely breathe, much less do math homework. And all the noise coming from the living room wasn't helping matters very much either. My dad and his two best friends were in there watching football, the tv up full blash, and all 3 of them yelling and hooting every time their team made a touchdown.
I gave up. I decided to hell with homework, I'd just go watch the game with them. I headed into the other room, and sat down. My dad was in the armchair and his friends Dan and Jerry were both on the couch. It was extremely hot, summer was right around the corner, and all 3 men were dressed like it. My dad was wearing a t-shirt and yellow gym shorts that barely covered his thighs. His feet were bare, as they always were when he was home. He was a heavy set man, fairly hairy and his hair was slightly grey. Jerry was even bigger and hairier. He wore a tank top and jean shorts and his hairy legs stuck out the bottom like tree trunks. Dan was much thinner, and balding. He had glasses, and no facial hair. He was wearing a polo shirt, and shorts. All three men were nursing beers, and resting their bare feet on the coffee table.
"Are you all done with your homework already?" my dad questioned me as soon as the next commercial came on.
"No." I answered, as rudely as possible.
"Ya better get your butt in there and finish it, I'm not excepting anything lower than a B this year, boy." my dad stated.
"It's too hot, and I can't do it with you guys making all this noise." i told him, not bothering to look in his direction.
"You shouldn't have waited until the last minute, I warned you. And, you knew Jerry and Dan were coming over today." my dad expressed, "Now get in there and do your work."
"No. I don't want to." I backtalked, "I don't _f_u_c_k_ing care about math."
Jerry and Dan exchanged uncomfortable glances with each other, as if asking one another if they should leave the two of us alone. My dad must have noticed.
"Guys, don't worry. My son here just needs to learn some manners." he said to them, "He's getting to big for his britches."
Dan and Jerry laughed. I didn't find it quite so humorous.
"What the hell does that mean?" I asked.
"Don't use that language with me young man. I'm about sick and tired of your attitude." my dad said angrily, "And I'm going to teach you a lesson."
My dad got up, and went to his room. He came back holding a wooden hairbrush. He'd never spanked me before, but I could tell from the look in his eyes that he intended to do just that.
"What the hell are you going to do with that? I asked, knowing full well the answer.
"I'm gonna bust your ass with it, son." he growled at me,
"You two are in for a show." he said, this time talking to Jerry and Dan.
I tried to jump up and run, but he grabbed me. He pulled me over to the arm chair and hauled me across his lap. I kicked and tried to escape.
"No! You can't!" I begged.
"I can and I am" my dad stated the obvious.
WHAP! The brush smacked the seat of my shorts.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
He spanked my cheeks through the thin cotton. I cried out, begging him not to spank, but he didn't listen.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
"You need to learn some respect" he told me, "And this is the best way."
He continued to smack my butt with the brush, and I continued to kick and buck across his lap.
"I don't think you're getting the message." he shook his head, and then quickly pulled down my shorts, revealing my bare buns.
I was now regretting the choice not to wear any underpants.
"Nooooooo!" I cried.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
He peppered my nude fanny with spanks and every inch of my buns were turning bright red. Through my tears I could see Jerry and Dan watching the spanking, not taking their eyes off of my bare rear. I reached back and tried to protect my ass, but my dad pinned my wrist.
"Ouuuuuuch! Please!" I moaned
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Are you learning, boy?" my dad asked, "This is what bad boys get."
"Yeeeeeeeesssss! Please! I'll be good!" I whimpered.
He stopped spanking me with the brush for a moment and rubbed my backside.
"Are you going to backtalk daddy anymore?" my father quizzed me.
"No!" I pleaded.
"No what?" he asked, slapping my cherry red hiney with his hand.
"No sir!" I corrected my answer.
"Good." he nodded, "And what will happen if you do?"
"I, I'll get a spanking!" I cried, tears dotting my cheeks.
"A bare bottom spanking, no matter who is here, right?" he said.
"Yes sir." I answered
"Well, I'm going to spank you a little bit more with my hand, and then Jerry and Dan are going to each give you a little bit for making them miss the rest of the game, ok?" my dad told me, not really asking my approval.
"Oh god, please... I.." he cut me off.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"It wasn't really a question!" he growled.
"Oooooooooooooouch, daddy! Please."
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
He gave me the last dose with his bare hand.. my butt trembled with each spank, and I cried out. He covered ever single bit of my rear until it felt like it was on fire.
He quickly stood me up, not paying any attention to my now extremely erect penis, and marched me over to Dan. He made me bend over Dans lap, and hold onto his bare ankle.
"Give him 20 good ones per cheek" he instructed.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
"Ouuuuuuuuuch" I cried, as he spanked just my left cheek.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
"Whaaaaaaaaa" I could barely stand it, as he smacked my right one.
"Good." my dad told him, as he pulled me off his lap.
Next my dad bent me across Jerrys knees, and made me hold his ankle.
"Ok, I want you to really give it to him. Mix it up. Twenty per cheek." he told Jerry.
Jerry was less methodical, there was no order to the spanks and he didn't stop until he reached the full 40.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
"oooooooooooooooooooh ah ah" I groaned, as I bucked all over his lap.
I was crying as hard as I could, tears steaming down my face. It hurt so bad, and I was so embarrassed. I'd made a mess all over Jerrys hairy thighs. The friction was just too much, and I'd cum all over. It even splashed down all over his bare feet and toes.
"Daddy, I'm so sorry!" I cried, "I didn't mean to!"
"It's ok honey." my dad said, and wiped the sweat from my forehead.
"I used to do that all the time when my Pa would whoop my ass." Jerry told me, "He'd really light my butt up."
"My dad used to spank my ass with his belt" Dan put in, "Completely naked, across the back of a chair."
"Mine used a brush on my butt." my dad laughed, "I guess that's where I get it from."
None of this really made my butt hurt any less, but, it was good knowing that they were spanked when they were my age, and that it was just a part of growing up. The rest of the afternoon was spent sitting in the kitchen, on a pillow, doing my math homework. My dad came in during a commercial to see how I was doing.
"How are you?" he asked.
"My buns are pretty sore." I laughed. "But I'll live."
"I love you kid, I hope you know that." my dad hugged me and messed up my hair, "Even when I'm spankin' yer hiney."