Seventeen year-old Gavin Lloyd-Thomas couldnt believe his ears when, on returning home late one Saturday evening after a night out with friends at the pub his father, David, ordered him to "strip" as he made his way through the living room to reach the kitchen.
"You what" said Gavin defiantly. He was fourteen the last time his father had spanked him and he had grown a lot since then.
"You heard me boy, strip! And make it snappy; its almost midnight. Im tired and I want to go to bed"!
"That makes two of us" Gavin said.
"I expect thats all the drink youve had thats made you sleepy" said Mr Lloyd-Thomas noting that his son's breath smelt of drink, "unlike me it cant be your job as you dont do anything at work to make you tired; now get your kit off", he ordered.
"What for, for _f_u_c_k_s sake"?
"Why do I normally tell you to get your kit off"?
Gavin thought for a couple of minutes before replying "Come off it! Im seventeen for _f_u_c_k_s sake, not seven! Im too old to be spanked! No-one my age gets spanked"!
"Youve just admitted youre seventeen. May I remind you that it is illegal to buy and drink alcohol in a pub until youre eighteen so youre obviously too young to have spent the whole evening drinking, making your mother and I ill with worry in case you got arrested for under-age drinking, arent you boy"?
"Give it a rest for _f_u_c_k_s sake! Everyone my age goes out drinking on a Saturday night. I bet you _f_u_c_k_ing did when you were my age", retorted Gavin.
"Mind your language or you will get the belt! Now for the last time get your kit off before I tear it off"!
"Okay! Okay! Jesus Christ, the sooner I leave this _f_u_c_k_ing hole the better" said Gavin as he took off his black bomber jacket and dropped it on a nearby armchair.
"You will be in an even deeper hole sooner than you think if you dont control your tongue, and I dont think Jesus will want much to do with you in the life hereafter if you continue to take His name in vain", warned his father.
"I dont know why youre making such a big thing of all this" Gavin said, as he pulled off his navy polo-shirt revealing his smooth but nevertheless well-defined chest and torso. From his earliest days, Mr Lloyd-Thomas had always insisted that Gavin stripped naked for his punishment – just as he had done when he was a boy in preparation for punishment by his father and Gavins grandfather – so the youth knew only too well what was expected of him as he untied his trainers and pulled each of them off before angrily throwing them across the room.
"I hope youre not planning to leave them there or I may be tempted to use one of them across your backside boy .... now pick them up and stop behaving like a child", David said sternly.
"Its you who is treating me like one" Gavin snapped as he picked up his trainers and placed them next to the armchair draped with his clothes. "How do you expect me to go into work tomorrow afternoon with a red arse"?
"Nobody gets to see your arse at work do they", asked his father.
"Of course they do! I have to get changed when I arrive, dont I Stupid?! Unlike you I don't ponce around all day in a suit and tie"!
"Careful, or you will end up with a few welts from my belt on show too! Anyway, you leave your underpants on when you change into your uniform, dont you"?
"Not if Mr McKinnon, the Manager, is around. He doesnt let me" replied Gavin. "_f_u_c_k_ing queer that he is: not only does he nsist I wear shorts when everyone else can wear jogging bottoms but also that I do so commando, i. e., with nothing underneath. He even makes a point of watching me change into my uniform to make sure I take my undies off"!
"Queer he may be, but if you dont control your tongue he wont be the only one putting a rocket or something else up your arse; now hurry up and get the rest of your kit off"!
Gavin reluctantly pulled down his jeans and stepped out of them revealing his awesome footballers'legs. He made no attempt to fold his jeans and, as he dropped them on top of his polo-shirt, his keys, wallet and a packet of condoms fell out of his pocket. "I need a piss" he grunted.
"What you need is a _d_a_m_n_ed good spanking .... now lose your socks and your pants" Mr Lloyd-Thomas exclaimed.
"Alright! Alright .... keep your hair on", the boy retorted as he pulled off his socks and angrily dropped them on top of his jeans before pulling down his underpants, stepping out of them and dropping them on top of his socks. He was now stark bollock naked; his circumcised _c_o_c_k_ erect from the urge to urinate. Mr Lloyd-Thomas glanced up and down at his son and smiled approvingly; Gavin was the epitome of him when he was seventeen, twenty years earlier.
"Satisfied now" Gavin asked impertinently as he waved his arms in the air. "Perhaps I ought to charge for people, especially older men, looking at me in the nude; Id make a fortune"!
"Very well" said Mr Lloyd-Thomas fixing his eyes on Gavins erect member, "drain your bladder and then get your arse back here .... quickly or else! And whilst youre doing so, remember who youre speaking to! Dont bother pulling the chain Ill do that once Ive had a pee before I turn in to bed when Im through with spanking your rear" he called after Gavin as he left the room.
"Sensible chap that McKinnon fellow" Mr Lloyd-Thomas thought to himself as he paced up and down the living room, "who else would employ a pretty young boy attendant at a leisure centre if they didnt first insist that the boy wore shorts and also made sure that he wasnt wearing anything underneath in case he needed to dive into the swimming pool in an emergency particularly if, like Young Gavin, he had a cute-looking _c_o_c_k_ and arse to privately admire in order to compensate for an unhappy marriage to her indoors"?!
As his thoughts turned to his wife, Mr Lloyd-Thomas continued to reflect on his marriage. "Women: God, they are such vile creatures" he thought, "Why ever did I marry Nighean, or however did I come to screw her, other than to please the old man and mask the fact that Im gay?! Still, had I not married or screwed her, I may never have had a beautiful boy like Gavin to admire! Hes even prettier now than when I last spanked him .... when was that again? .... It cant be three years ago, can it?! Looks like Ive got a lot of catching up to do .... let me see now if I just hand-spank him tonight, I could slipper him tomorrow, paddle him the day after tomorrow, belt him on Tuesday, cane him on Wednesday and on Thursday - with Nighean working overnight at the hospital - I might even get to ..... Mmmm! Yes, on Thursday night, I will almost certainly .... Must remember to pick up some lube from the chemist on the way home from work on Thursday! On second thoughts, are those condoms I see on that armchair? Hmmm; in that case, Gavin may have some lube already; I must remember to ransack his room when hes at work tomorrow to see if I can find it, and ask him if I find it who hes been screwing! It had better not be that bloody dumb blonde girl hes always hanging around with, or any other female for that matter, or hes going to be very sorry after Ive shown him where real men poke their poles"!!!
Gavin returned blissfully unaware of his fathers plans for the week ahead as Mr Lloyd-Thomas sat down in the middle of the sofa. "That feels better" Gavin said.
"Over my knee boy" Mr Lloyd-Thomas said sternly.
"Cant we just talk about this" Gavin pleaded unsuccessfully.
"What is there to say? You have admitted your age and where you have been, and now you will learn that actions have consequences. Which pub or pubs did you go to"?
"I cant remember".
"You must be able to remember; youre not that pissed"!
"All the more reason for you not to spank me then", Gavin replied impertinently.
"If you think Im going to wait until you come back pissed up to your eyebrows or after youve caused some poor sod to lose his licence and may be even go to prison for selling you alcohol under age, you have another thing coming my boy! I dont care where youve been drinking to be honest so long as you dont do it again until you are old enough to do so which, may I remind you, is not until September next year: a good ten months away yet, so until then and all the time you remain a minor in the eyes of the law, all the time you behave like a child, you will be treated like one, now get yourself over my knee"!
Gavin sighed heavily before lying over Mr Lloyd-Thomass knee resting both his elbows on the sofa. Mr Lloyd-Thomas gently rubbed his sons bottom for two or three minutes as he iterated how and why it was unacceptable for a boy Gavins age to drink alcohol in a public house, and the unnecessary worry it caused him and his mother, before spanking Gavin fast and furiously with his hand:-
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! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
After twenty or so hard smacks Gavin started to sob. He had forgotten just how hard his fathers right hand could be. Already aroused by the thoughts of how he was planning to punish Gavin for the next few days Mr Lloyd-Thomas had to turn his thoughts back to the nauseating notion of having _s_e_x_ with his wife to prevent him ejaculating in his pants as he ignored Gavins pleas to stop and continued to spank his sons beautiful bubble-butt, pausing occasionally to rub it and pucker Gavins anus with his finger. After forty hard smacks, Mr Lloyd-Thomas stopped for a couple of minutes without taking any further action which made Gavin think he had finished and lowered himself fully onto his fathers lap to relax and attempted to rub his throbbing rear with his right hand.
Mr Lloyd-Thomas immediately grabbed Gavins right hand and repositioned it up his back with his left hand and smacked the youth harder and faster than ever with his right hand as he told the boy "Leave your bottom alone! Dont you dare touch your arse when Im spanking you, or you will get extra punishment you naughty, naughty little boy" he snapped, punctuating every word with a hard slap. He continued to smack Gavins bottom and the back of the youths thighs as he continued – again punctuating each word with a hard slap – "I will decide when you can rub your backside but until then keep your hands off MY property! I had hoped by now you would be old enough to know better but as you obviously dont for the next four or five nights Im going to spank your little botty cherry red to make up for not having spanked it for so long"!
Finally it was over – for tonight anyway – as Gavin buried his head in the sofa and cried like a baby; his face as red as his backside and the back of his thighs from crying. "Up you get" Mr Lloyd-Thomas ordered. Gavin remained where he was sobbing uncontrollably. "Up you get" his father repeated. Gavin slowly climbed off Mr Lloyd-Thomass knee and David stood up to guide Gavins hands away from rubbing his sore butt and onto his head. "Keep your hands on your head" he told Gavin sternly as he clasped his left hand round the back of Gavins neck and propelled him in front of the unlit open fire, above which hung a large gold-framed mirror on the chimney breast. It was chilly in the room and, other than his backside which felt as though it was burning, Gavin started to feel cold as he looked at himself and his fathers reflection in the mirror. "No touching your arse or you will get the belt" his father told him as he gently caressed Gavins bottom, "you will remain in that position whilst I have a cup of Hot Chocolate before I go to bed; understood"?
"Y....Y....Yes Dad" sobbed the boy.
"Have you learnt your lesson" Mr Lloyd-Thomas asked sternly.
"Y....Y....Yes".
"You are not planning to go drinking under-age again, are you"?
"N....N....No".
"Do you promise"?
"Yes".
"Say it", demanded Mr Lloyd-Thomas.
"I pr....pr....promise".
"Promise what"?
"I pr....pr.... promise not to g....g.....go drinking under-age again", Gavin wept.
"Good, though I suspect you will renege on your word and this won't be the last time I have cause to put you over my knee! Suffice to say, if you do it again boy you will get more than just a hand-spanking. In fact, for the next four or five days you will be spanked immediately after dinner and then you will go straight to bed, around eight oclock in the evening, where you will stay until the morning unless you want more of the same as a reminder that all the time you behave like a child you will be treated like one"!
THE END