I've been friends with Greg for many years, and I have stayed over at his house more times than I can remember. And this Friday night was to be no different, just a few cans of booze and a pizza. We also had some company that night; Greg's younger step-brother and his cousin. They were both only 13 and 16 respetively, but we didnt mind their company, despite having both recently turned 20.
Greg's mum and step-dad were out at the local pub and were going to be back at probably about 11.30, the usual time that they would get home from the pub. They were totally cool with all of us being there, and didnt even mind a bit of mess, as long as they didnt walk in to find their house trashed. It turned 8.00, and after the pizza was ordered for delivery and me and Greg got back from the shop where we had bought some lager, we settled down to play on the playstation in the sitting room. We brought all of the pillows and blankets from downstairs, as we would usually just all crash in the sitting room. Me and Greg helped ourselves to the cans we had just bought.
"Greg?"
"What Ross"? (this was his 16 year old cousin)
"Could I please nick one of your cans"?
"Well as long as he doesn't mind", said Greg, pointing to me. I shrugged my shoulders, after all, I didnt mind, infact I preferred it when everyone was having a drink. It made the whole thing more sociable. Greg tossed Ross a beer over which he opened and proceeded to drink as quick as he could.
"Go on Ross, down in one!" yelled Dane, Greg's little step-brother, to which Ross accepted his challenge, downing the entire can and letting out a long belch afterwards.
"Watch yourself Ross", Greg said, "coz if Mark gets home and finds that I've ploughed you with alcohol he'll kill me!".
Mark was Greg's step-dad (and Dane's dad). He was a 6 foot 5 giant, and fairly built. He was a bit chubby, but had all the muscle that was expected of a man of his frame. He was a good laugh, but was also not to be messed with.
As the night progressed, the 24 cans of lager that we had bought had been reduced to 9. Ross had downed four of then, which was enough to ensure he would have a hangover in the morining, Greg and I had 4 each, which didnt make us drunk by any means, but meant that we could certainly start to feel the effects of alcohol. Dane had also drank a couple of them, which was a lot for a thirteen year old. He became giggly and a bit over-excitable, running round and pestering the life out of his older step-brother.
"DANE!" yelled Greg, "calm down!", and with that he chased him and quickly caught him. He too began laughing and picked Dane , throwing him onto the sofa in a wrestling-style fun fight.
"Ross!" yelled Dane, as without needing to be asked twice, Ross ran over to the fun-fight and jumped on Greg's back. As the two younger boys tried to take down the 20 year old Greg, he called to be for back up. I ran in (I felt like I was a bit too old for stupid fun-fights, but I went along with it anyway), and the whole joke descended into chaos....
That was when Mark walked in.
"GREG!" he shouted in a booming voice, "What the HELL is going on in here?"
WE all looked up at him, lying on the floor in just out boxer shorts (the room got very hot with four of us messing around in it, plus our blankets on top of us), feeling very stupid. I felt totally embarassed, being 20 years old and caught having a fun wrestling fight.
"M-Mark, what are you doing back so early?" stammered Greg, looking at his watch. It was only 10.00pm. Greg shifted his eyes towards the window to see that Mark had arrived home in the car. He must've drove to the pub, stayed only for a short while, then drove home.
"Where's mum" Greg asked?
"She's still out, but never mind THAT!", yelled Mark, "have you seen the state of this place?"
He continued to shout at us, and even though I knew I was included in the scolding, I was kidding myself that I wasn't. After all, I'm not his kid, I'm not his nephew. He CAN'T tell me off! Nevertheless, the fact that my face had turned bright red indicated that I knew I was just as much in the wrong as the others.
"So...have any of you got anything to say for yourselves?" asked Mark in a very parent-like tone. Nobody said a word, and there was no way I was going to speak up.
"Right, OK then, upstairs, the lot of you, I want you all out of my sight. Me, Greg and Ross quickly stumbled to our feet. I went to pick up my blanket, but Mark bellowed at me to leave it. Christ, I really was getting wrong of someone else's Dad! Dane purposely got to his feet slowly and lazily, as he was filled with the confidence that a few cans of lager gives you. Mark grabbed him round the wrist with his big hand and pulled Dane to his feet.
"Right, GET UPSTAIRS!" he yelled once again, and we made our way to the door. He still had a hold on Dane's wrist, and pulled him to the door. He kept hold of Dane as he reached the open doorway, lifted his big right hand back, and spanked Dane's boxer-clad bum twice, sending a resounding slapping noise echoing through the house. Dane clutched his shocked, chunky bottom and ran up the stairs the second Mark released his wrist.
'Wow', I thought, 'I didnt know Mark still spanked Dane at the age of thirteen!'. None the less, we continued filing our way towards the door, as Mark stood by the doorway. Ross was next to leave. But Mark stopped him by grabbing his arm.
"I'm very disappointed In you", he said quietly, and proceeded to land two cracking smacks on the bottom of his 16 year old nephew. Ross had a small bum, and mark's beast-like hand covered it all when he spanked it. Greg was next out the room, and walked with no intentions of stopping, until Mark grabbed his arm. Greg tried to pull away, as he knew what was coming, but Mark pushed his back ever so slighty, bending him over a little.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Mark issued three hearty slaps to his 20 year old step-son's boxer covered bum. Greg was clearly shocked, and stormed halfway up the stairs, waiting for me there. He was obviously embarassed at having had his bottom smacked by Mark at his age. I suddenly felt a terrible gut feeling, as I went to leave the sitting room last, and knew what fate awaited me. I walked towards the door, and still part of me thought 'there's no way he would smack me'. I was wrong.
Mark gently but firmly took the top of my left arm and pulled me towards the door. I carried on looking ahead, out of the room, and soon I felt the stin g in my rear of Mark spanking me with his hand. Three smacks warmed my bum in total. He released me and I walked halfway up the stairs where Greg waited for me. I felt totally humiliated.
"Grumpy bastard", Greg muttered to me about Mark, clearly still feeling ashamed. I muttered in agreement, as Mark popped his head around the doorway to where we were standing on the staircase.
"I thought I told you boys to get upstairs!", he ordered, and with that we turned and headed up the stairs. Greg whispered to me something about Mark having a foul temper, and calling him an "obnoxious arsehole". However, Mark had heard what Greg had said, and demanded that he repeated it. Greg defiantly yet nervously denied having said anything, and when Mark asked me to repeat what Greg had said to me, i froze and said nothing.
"Right", Mark said, "that's it!" and before we knew what was happening Mark had reached up the staircase and grabbed us both by the arms. He dragged us back down the stairs and back into the living room. releasing my arm and ordering my to sit on the armchair opposite, he pulled Greg over to the sofa, and sitting down, he pulled Greg's left arm towards him, and Greg's body followed as he found himself over Mark's knee. Mark, holding nothing back, began to slap Greg's arse with his big hand. This time he didnt just give a few warning slaps, he administered a proper spanking; boy over his lap, his left arm holding him in place while his right hand smacked his bum over and over. Greg's defiant language continued, so Mark took a quick break from the spanking to yank Greg's boxer shorts down.
"NO, NO, not my bare backside!", yelled Greg!
Mark simply ignored him and began to heartily smack the bare, sore rump of his twenty year old naughty stepson. The fairly rounded, fairly muscular bottom of Greg wobbled with each spank as Mark's large hand smacked it about thirty times. When he had finished, pushed Greg off his knee to the floor, and left him there, red faced and red bottomed, to pull his boxers up.
"Now, you get over here", Mark siad, brckoning my over. I still couldn't believe what was happening, and simply sat there, hoping he would change his mind. Instead, he stood up and grabbed me, pulled me over to him and put me over his knee. With just the floor in my field of vision I had no idea when the smacking would begin, but when it did, I certainly knew about it. His hand rained down on my bum, which was still only protected by my thin, tight boxers. My bottom stung like crazy as his hand made contact, sinking in to the wobbly flesh of my bottom then lifting up and crashing down again. Suddenly, to my complete surprise and horror, he pulled my boxer shorts down and exposed my bare bottom!
"Wh-what? You can't do this to me! I'm not even your son, I'm not yours to discipline! Who the hell do you think you are?!" All the thoughts of the past ten minutes came rolling off my tongue, and I instantly began to regret them, as I felt the bare skin of Mark's hand slap the jelly flesh of my bare bum. I don't know what was worse; the embarrassment of Mark and Graham seeing my bare backside in such an indignifying position, or the fact that I was recieving my first spanking at the hands of Mark. I think the spanking was more embarrassing, as Mark was a big man and smacked HARD! After about thirty spanka, he stopped and pushed me to the floor, where I too was left to pull be pants up.
"Now lads", Mark began, "I'm telling you now for the last time, GET UPSTAIRS!". With that, we grabbed our blankets and pillows and ran upstairs, the sleepover fun well and truly over.