Sunday with the Williamsons
I seem to remember its supposed to be Sunday today. So I cant fathom why the sun is barely up and Im being woken up.
"Daaaaaaaa.... is..... ay......"
"Yes, Jasper. It is Sunday. Now, come on. I dont want to wake my baby boy with a spanking."
The word spanking wakes me up like no other. I rolled over and looked at the clock, "Dad! It's 5:30 in the morning!!!"
Dad smiled at me, "That's right, son. I need to give you a bath and breakfast so we'll be on time to church."
Not getting a response, Dad adds a threat. "You can either be squirming all throughout the mass or you can sit comfortably through it. But you are attending church with me. Now, whats it gonna be?"
I groaned and sat up, stretching.
"Ok, Jas," Daddy said, "Let's get you that bath."
"Wha---"
"Im giving you a bath. We talked about this yesterday. Remember?"
"Noooooooooo" I was frowning in recollection. I would certainly remember something as embarrassing as that.
"After you failed the inspection? I said Id give you a bath. Remember, now?"
"Oh!" That. "But Dad, Ill do better. Now, come on...."
Dad got me moving with a swat to my pj-clad bottom. "Come on, baby...."
As I reach the bathroom door, I realize how elaborate the set-up is. And I look to him for an explanation.
"No more showers for you. Little boys should be given tub baths. You get cleaner that way. Strip!"
"Daaaaaaaddddd!" Despite the whine, stripping off my clothes felt like stripping off years off me. All inhibitions and worries leave my body. And I am left with nothing but the all-familiar dread of exposing myself to my father and at the same time, the immeasurable comfort to be taken cared of like a child.
Like a familiar dance routine, I follow years of choreography my Dad and I have developed in this bathing ritual. I sit down on my butt, legs stretched out on the tub floor.
"Close your eyes"
I smell the fruity scent of the baby shampoo poured into my scalp. Dad massages me. Slowly. Confidently. The stress slowly leaves my body as I relax under his capable hands.
All too soon, my hair is rinsed and I have to open my eyes.
"See? No tears!" he jokes.
I roll my eyes at him as he works up a lather in the washcloth he is holding. He then soaps my neck, shoulders and arms.
"Lift up" he instructs as he lathers even my armpits. "Tickles?" he teases as he knows it does. And I cant help but give a loud giggle just like always.
"Stand up!" is the next directive from my Dad as I try to stop the humiliation I am about to endure.
"Dad, come on. I can do this." I hold out my hand for the washcloth as I stand up, splashing a bit of water in the process.
"Careful, son! You dont have time to clean up any puddles. Well be late for church." He admonishes me as he gestures a turn around with his finger.
"Daaaaaaaddddd...."
"Turn around, Jas...."
With a resigned sigh, I turn around, conscious that my butt must still be a little pink from the spanking of last night.
Dad reads my mind as he pats my buns. "Only just a little pink now, baby boy." he teases yet again.
I decide to ignore the jibe as he starts to soap my back. His hands become gentler as he soaps my sore butt. I hiss a bit.
"Sorry, baby boy. But do the crime...." He pats my buns a bit. "Do the time."
This time, he pats my inner thighs. "Spread them, Jas".
"Wider!" SMACK!
"Ow!" I say in surprise.
"You know the drill, boy."
So I spread my feet further apart and bend over.
Dad starts with my thighs down to my ankles. As expected, he pays more attention to my inner thighs, buns and bumhole. "You gotta pay more attention to your personal hygiene, Jas. Cleanliness is next to Godliness."
Satisfied he has cleaned me thoroughly back there, he then pats my buns lightly. "Stand up. Turn around."
I turn around and cover my privates with my hands. "Dad? Let me do this. Please? Even just this part?" I plead.
He just swats my hands away, shakes his head, and proceeds to wash my privates. "Youre back home, Jas. And whether you bargained for it or not, that means Ill be watching out for you. And taking care of you."
After giving me a final rinse, Dad orders me out of the tub. He wraps me in a fluffy white towel. "There you go, kiddo. Get dressed in the clothes I laid out for you. I want my son to look spiffy for church."
"Spiffy?" I grimace at the use of the old-fashioned word.
As I dress up in the conservative coat and tie my Dad prepared, I realized I didnt hate the bath as much as I thought I should. I missed this kind of intimacy with Dad. And his loving words earlier echoed in my heart.
With a more amenable attitude, Dad and I finished off the waffles and bacon strips he prepared for breakfast in peace.
"You can do the dishes later." Dad lets me off the chore as he looks at his watch.
Church is uneventful until we had to shake hands with Reverend Bobby at the end of the mass.
"Jasper!" he calls out as he offers a handshake. "Im so glad youre back. Your Dad tells me the good work youve done so far. Were all so proud of you for deciding to go for your masters degree."
"That is a bright lad you have there, Sir" he compliments my Dad.
"Yes. And hell be attending Sunday school starting next week, too" he promises the Reverend by way of goodbye.
I hurry along Dads side as we walk towards the car. "Dad? What do you mean attend Sunday school? I dont have time to teach! Im juggling a lot right now and teaching little pests errr kids is not part of my agenda!" I say heatedly.
Dad glares at me, "And you're my little kid. I didnt mean teach kids, Jasper. I mean attend Sunday School. Be part of the class."
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME???!" I stop in my tracks, incredulous.
Dad pauses in his walk as well.
SMACK! Dad gives me a healthy swat. "No! And you might want to lower your voice or we might attract an unwanted audience, Jasper Colin."
"OW!" I immediately looked left to right to see if someone saw my chastisement. I realized I might have asked the question in a louder voice than I should have.
"Now.... are you ready to talk about this like an adult?" Dad eyes a garden bench nearby.
"Yes, Sir. Im sorry, Sir" I say as contritely as possible. I didnt want this argument to escalate any further until we were safely indoors.
"I think your years away from me resulted in some spiritual neglect. Im sorry for not being as vigilant about it, Jas."
Wow! What a topic to be sorry about. "Ahm Dad.... Really. Im fine. Really. Theres no need for me to attend Sunday School. Honest."
"Jasper, Im your father and I will do everything in my power to help mold you into a productive and God-fearing individual. I think attending Sunday School will serve as a refresher on the values I.... we.... deem important."
Seeing the reluctance in my demeanor, Dad tries another tactic. "Will you obey or do you need a refresher first?"
With no response forthcoming, Dad gets stern. "Your current attitude is not helping your case any in convincing me that you dont need a refresher on manners and values, Jasper Colin. But look at it this way. If, indeed, you have mastered the lessons of Sunday school, then it would show, right? You would ace the tests, participate in the activities and prove your knowledge. Youd get accelerated soon enough and graduate all over with honors, again. Right?"
Put that way, I find myself nodding to Dad. I didnt have a choice anyway. I knew Id get a refresher right on my butt until I agreed. So I tried to be gracious about it. "Sure, Dad! Id finish in a week. Youll see!"
"Thats my boy!" Dad gives me a love pat on my butt as we walk arm in arm to the car.
As we drive back towards the house, Dad makes a turn two streets away from our place.
"Dad? Youre driving the wrong way." I inform him, none too smugly. "Someones getting old!" I teased.
"Oh!" Dad smiles back. "Were not going home yet, Tiger. We gotta go to Eds to get you a Sunday school uniform. The old one would be way too small for you now, I think" he winks at me.
"WHA---!!!" my jaw hangs open. "You want me to wear a F*** UNIFORM??!!" I envision the Sunday school uniform of grey short trousers and white polo in my mind.
Dad looks at me briefly.
I was afraid I let my mouth run off and I waited for his wrath to fall on me. But instead of the expected blow up, he parks the car on the side of the road instead.
"Ok, Jasper. Thats it." He unbuckles his seatbelt to face me fully. "I think youre running a fever. That is the only explanation for your abominable behaviour so far. That. Or you need an attitude adjustment."
"Huh?" I cant help it. I was clueless at this point.
Dad rummages through the glove compartment and takes out a thermometer, a jar of KY jelly and a paddle.
"Dad?" I look at him apprehensively.
"We will correct the problem either way." Dad pats his thighs. "Drop them and bend over."
I sit shocked to the ends of my bones. "But Dad...."
"Jasper Colin Williamson, I have reached the end of my patience. You either cooperate or I drag you outside and give you a switching."
Given that kind of choice, I quickly unbuckle myself, lift up to pull my pants down and drape myself over Dads lap. A humiliation inside the car is ALWAYS preferable to one outside. Any day.
Dad quickly pulls down my briefs and manipulates my legs to take them off me. "Youre not going to need these for the rest of the day."
He rubs my cheeks to relax them. "Ok. First, we take your temperature. There might be an acceptable reason for this horrendous display of behaviour!"
I grit my teeth as I feel Dad lube my hole. I let out a little groan as the rectal thermometer invade my ass cheeks. I pray no one else passes by our car as I know the picture I present - a 23 year old bare-assed boy over his Dads lap – a thermometer sticking up his ass.
Dad pats my buns to still my squirming. "There.... There.... I think my baby boy is coming down with something. That could be the only reason for this animosity. Dont you worry. Dad will take care of you. But if your temperature registers normal, then that means (stronger love pats this time) my little boy just needs an attitude adjustment. We shall see.... We shall see...."
After an excruciating 4 minutes, my fears are confirmend.
"No fever." My Dad announces.
"I could have told you that!" I struggle to get up, hoping my Dad has forgotten all about his threat of an attitude adjustment.
"Not so fast, young man. We need to adjust your attitude a bit."
PAK! The paddle comes down on the center of my butt.
OW!
PAK! PAK! PAK! You PAK have been asking for this PAK PAK since this morning! PAK You seem to think you are entitled PAK PAK to special PAK privileges. PAK PAK Well, Im telling you now, boy. PAK YOU might be a college graduate. PAK YOU might be a successful adult. PAK But PAK PAK YOU PAK will ALWAYS PAK PAK PAK be my son. PAK PAK PAK Got it?
"Yeeeessssss" (sniffle) "Sir" I manage to answer in between howls as Dad lights a bonfire on my butt.
PAK YOU will attend Sunday School. PAK YOU will be respectful to your teachers PAK and classmates. PAK YOU PAK will wear the regular uniform PAK like EVERYONE PAK PAK PAK ELSE." PAK PAK PAK
"Do we understand each other, Jasper?" PAK
By this time, I am reduced to a bawling, sniffling mess. "Yesssssss! Yessssss! Yes, Dad..... Yes, Sir....."
"All right. You can get up now." Dad helps me up and puts down the paddle between us. "But well keep the paddle within reach just in case."
As I reach for my briefs, Dad holds my arm. "Nope. I told you earlier you wont need them the rest of the day."
Seeing my reluctance, he pats my shoulders. "Come on. Would you rather keep those briefs and lose your pants instead?"
"No, Sir." I pull up my pants before Dad can change his mind.
We resume our trip to Eds in silence, broken only by my blowing into the handkerchief Dad insisted on giving to me. "Blow some more, Jas. There you go!"
There is a certain sense of déjà vu as we enter Eds Tailoring shop with me still discreetly wiping my face and surreptitiously rubbing my butt. Oh! How many times this scene has been re-enacted in my childhood. Ed is one of Dads poker buddies and weve been to his shop for both business and pleasure over the years.
His booming voice is still the same however.
"Jasper! Long time no see, junior!" he ushers us inside. "Your Dad updates us of all your success and were so proud of you, kiddo!"
He takes note of my slack jaw. "Dont look so surprised, kid. Your Dad is as proud as a pea_c_o_c_k_ when youve closed some great deal or the other. We get to hear about each one in detail!"
He then gestures for us to sit down and I shake my head in a polite decline.
He gives me a puzzled look. "So? What can I do for the famed architect of Orange County, huh?"
Dad answers for me. "Im taking him back for Sunday school lessons, Ed. So he needs a couple of uniforms."
"Oh! Thats good. You should take care of your spiritual life as well." he beams. "Now, take down your pants so we can measure you up, Jas!"
"Uncle Ed!" I start to protest. "Cant we do it like this?"
"Jasper Colin! Dont start!" Dad warns me off.
I reluctantly take down my pants to just below my ass cheeks. I cant seem to decide where to place my hands. One hand is holding up my pants. The other one keeps switching back and forth, trying to cover my privates and my butt alternately. But my hand is too small and Uncle Ed notices my freshly spanked butt.
"Oh!" He shakes his head. "I bet all that success doesnt affect your fathers judgement when its time to give you a lesson after all, huh?"
I blush to the roots of my hair. Speechless.
Uncle Ed takes hold of the waistline of my pants. "Let them fall down, Jas. I need to measure everything. Ive seen those booties since you were in diapers. No need to feel modest now!" he teases.
"Ed is waiting for an answer, Jasper", Dad forces me to answer the earlier question.
"Ahm errrrrrr I guess so, Uncle Ed."
"You ONLY guess so?" Dad puts me on the spot.
"Ahm No, Sir. I did learn my lesson, Sir" I immediately straighten my Uncle Ed on the subject.
"Thats all right, Jas." Uncle Ed pats my buns. "All boys need a lesson now and then. Spread your legs a bit, boy."
I comply and spread them an inch apart. Uncle Ed wont have none of it though. SMACK! "Wider, Jasper!"
He looks to Dad. "Maximum length?"
"Below the knee, I think" I state my opinion.
They both look at me and laugh uproariously.
"This is Sunday school, Jas. Not a hip hop concert" Uncle Ed ruffles my hair. "3 inches?" he indicates the length on the ruler to my Dad.
"3 inches?" I choke.
"! ½ inches on the inner thigh", Dad clarifies.
"But.... but thats too short! I panic.
"See what I have to put up with lately?" Dad complains as well.
Uncle Ed gives Dad a sympathetic look. "I have some shorts around here. It might be a tight fit but at least Jasper can get used to it until the shorts are ready next week."
"That would be great!" Dad accepts in my behalf.
But I want to have none of it. "Dad!" I pull up my pants in emphasis.
Dads response was lightning-quick. He takes me by the arm and drags me to a nearby stool, my pants still entangled on my feet. He tips me over and reaches for Uncle Eds wooden tailoring ruler.
"You are sorely testing my patience, Jasper" PAK PAK PAK PAK PAK PAK "And if you want this day to be a paddling day to remember, then I will oblige" PAK PAK PAK PAK PAK PAK
Uncle Ed returns to the room with a pair of grey and maroon shorts. "These are my sons....." He trailed off at the scene in front of him.
"Im sorry, Ed. I thought the paddling I gave Jasper in the car earlier was enough but apparently, I was wrong. He needs a further attitude adjustment"
PAK PAK PAK PAK PAK PAK
I was trying to hold in my tears.
"Oh! A boys butt is resilient, buddy. We know that from experience."
PAK PAK PAK PAK PAK PAK
But I soon give in and Im reduced to a bawling, sniffling, little boy.
Dad finally lets me up and leads me to the corner. "No. Let those pants stay down. Wait! Better yet, hand it to me. You wont need it the rest of the day either"
Dad and Uncle Ed talk about sports and their upcoming poker game while I stew on the corner and try to recompose myself.
At the end of 10 minutes, Dad pats my buns to release me. "You about ready to go now, son?"
"Yes, Sir." I answer as contritely as possible.
"Ed? Where are the shorts you were graciously giving to Jas?"
He hands me the shorts. "Make them fit or go without it."
With a choice like that, I pull up the shorts. I was thankful for its elastic waistband as I dont think I would be able to zip it up otherwise. The material felt like sandpaper on my sore butt but I didnt care until I glanced at myself by the mirror. The shorts outlined EVERYTHING underneath. Its so sheer it looked liked I was wearing red underwear. And the marks of the ruler can clearly be seen on my thighs. It was that tight and that short..
I swallow down any protest and even managed to say, "Nice to see you. Well see you soon, Uncle Ed" at his doorstep.
Back at the car, the upholstered seat felt like an additional bonfire on my butt.
"Straight home, I suppose?"
Wearing these ridiculous shorts? Of course! But all I said was. "Please, Sir."
"See? Your attitude has adjusted real nice!"
Back home, I did the chores I was assigned with the minimum of fuss. I hate to admit it but my Dad was right. The paddling certainly adjusted my attitude real fast. Wearing those shorts out in the yard, I made it a point to finish it as quickly as I could to avoid anyone seeing me.
"Good job, Jas!" Dad praised.
I saw that Dad had supper ready. I dutifully set the table, washed my hands, and took a seat. I was squirming a bit when Dad turned to me.
"Jas, would you please say the blessing?"
I tried to get back at my Dad with what I thought was subtle defiance. "Good bread. Good meat. Good Lord, lets eat." I smirked but then turned and saw Dads look. He grabbed me up and propelled me forward over his lap. The next thing I know, I felt the familiar sting of the wooden spoon. Where had that come from?!?
PAK! PAK! PAK! PAK! PAK! PAK! Even through the shorts, it stung like hell, especially as my butt was already sore. PAK! PAK! PAK! PAK! PAK! PAK! He landed a few on my bare thighs which had me screeching.
"You do not say the blessing like that. It is disrespectful to God, and to yourself and others," Dad admonished, "If it happens again, I will strap you. Now, you will say the blessing properly. Understood?"
"Yes sir!" I said, my voice catching as I cried.
PAK! PAK! PAK! PAK! PAK! PAK! I felt Dad release me and I immediately got up, rubbing my throbbing cheeks. I knew Dad would not allow me to do that much longer so I gingerly sat back down and bowed my head.
"Lord, I thank you for this wonderful meal and ask that you bless it. I thank you for the blessing of being alive and for my wonderful Dad," I said, "I thank you for these things and ask your blessings in the name of your precious son, Jesus. Amen."
"That was beautiful!" Dad praised. I knew then my slate was clean. That was Dads way. No matter how annoyed he got at any of my misbehaviours, after the spanking, he considered it forgiven and forgotten.
We ate dinner amidst a lively conversation as if nothing had happened. Afterwards, we cleaned the dishes together and then watched a little television.
About 9:45 pm, Dad indicated it was time for bed. I was hesitant but a hard "pat" on my thigh got me moving. I crawled into bed after bidding Dad goodnight and closed my eyes.
Whew! I was beginning to drift off, when I hear noise coming from the bathroom - the careful thud thud of some stuff and the distinctive sound of water running. I gulp, knowing exactly what that is for.
"I know we checked for fever earlier, Jas. But I still think youre coming down with something. Its the only explanation for all this crankiness."
He then turns me over, gets the tight shorts off (Finally!) "Daddy will make sure you dont get hurt too much. Hell be real gentle with your little bum bum and make sure you dont get any boo boos."
"First lets get your temperature once more, just to check."
I squirm but Dad puts an arm around my waist and holds me. He pulls out the thermometer from the vaseline jar and inserts it on my hole. After what seems like forever, but is probably only 5 minutes, he removes it.
"Good. Still no fever," Dad says, "Now, lets get you cleaned out so you wont come down with anything."
I squirm as I feel the nozzle slide inside me. Soon, the water begins to fill me up. Dad holds me down tightly until the enema bag empties into me. I start to cramp and begin to wriggle, but Dad makes me hold it in. "Let the enema do its work, Jas. Hold it for a few minutes."
Finally, he lets me up and allows me to run to the toilet. He helps me clean myself up. I wash my hands and face and then go back to bed. Dad stops me before I climb in and looks at me.
"Remember our ritual from before, Jas," Dad says, "You have been extremely naughty today."
My eyes roll a bit but I happen to agree with him. I have been EXREMELY naughty today. So I lay myself over his lap, "Dad (clears throat) Daddy, please give my ahm little bottom a bedtime spanking to help me be a good boy tomorrow and every day."
"Gladly," Dad replies.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
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I am a tearful mess, just laying there sniffling as Daddy finally stops the spanking. He rubs my bottom then lifts me up and holds me to him, calming me.
Once thats done, he tucks me in, kissing my cheek, "Goodnight, baby boy. Daddy loves you."
"Night, Daddy. Love you, too"