I was motivated to submit this to the archive after reading Eric Blyton's excellent story, which was posted earlier. My story also deals with characters from the '60's TV series "Flipper". For those unfamiliar with the program, a brief introuction will suffice. Porter Ricks, played by hunky Brian Kelly, is a good old-fashioned dad to Sandy, 15 and blonde, and Bud, 10 and red-haired.
Mixed emotions prevailed during supper at the Ricks home. Ranger Porter Ricks, while barely managing to suppress his annoyance with his older son Sandy, maintained his usual genial tone with Bud, the younger. Sandy had kept his head lowered throughout the meal, looking both ashamed and fearful. Bud, in contrast, appeared quite cheerful, even smirking when his father wasn't watching.
Bud's grins resulted from his recollection of a scene between his dad and Sandy that afternoon. Choice words of it ran through his mind. "Young man, I told you that you better have the garage cleaned out by today. And I also told you what would happen if you hadn't, didn't I?", Porter had angrily addressed Sandy, whose feeble response was, "Yes, sir." "And what did I tell you I was going to do, Sandy?" The young man answered, "You said you were going to give me a whipping." "I believe I said that I was going to make you pull down your pants - and your underpants - and use my belt on your bare butt, since it seems that's what it will take to make an impression on you."
Sandy couldn't think of an a good answer to that. Bud knew that his dad was really furious, because he used the word "butt" only in extreme circumstances.
Porter continued, "We'll take care of this after supper, Sandy."
This, then, was the cause of Bud's mirth, which increased as the evening meal concluded.
Mr Ricks ordered firmly, "Go to your room, Sandy. I'll join you in a few minutes. Excuse us, Bud."
Sandy slowly made his way to the boys' bedroom. His dad headed to own room, in no hurry, so that Sandy would have plenty of time to think about what was going to happen to him. Bud watched his father emerge into the hall, and his eyes gleamed as he saw in Porter's hand his "best" spanking belt - thick, wide, and black. Porter had bought it for one purpose only, and it had never been used to hold up a man's pants.
Mr Ricks entered the boys' bedroom and shut the door. Bud ran quickly but quietly and knelt before it so he could watch the entire scene through the keyhole. This was going to be Sandy's first belt-whipping on the bare, and Bud didn't want to miss a single moment.
Father spoke to son, "I don't think I need to tell you again why you're getting this whipping, young man." "No, sir." "Then we're ready to begin. Move that chair over here." Sandy placed the indicated desk chair in the center of the room. "All right, Sandy - pull down your pants." The boy reluctantly unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to his ankles. His cotton briefs gleamed white against his year-round tan.
"Now your underpants,"Mr Ricks commanded. "Dad, please, not on my bare butt!" "Sandy, I said drop your underpants!" Bud smiled gleefully as Sandy was forced to pull his undershorts down to join his jeans. Sandy stood there in the middle of his bedroom looking like an ashamed little boy, appearing much younger than this pubic hair and the length of his prick would indicate.
"Now over the chair," his father said. Sandy turned and bent over the back of the chair, grabbing the seat with his hands. His bare butt shone snow-white against his golden-brown skin. It was now exposed in all its glory, stuck up in the air for his father's wrath and his brother's amusement. Bud almost broke out in laughter at the sight, but wisely controlled himself.
Mr Ricks moved to Sandy's side, placing his left hand on the young man's back. He raised his muscular right arm, which bore the folded, formidable belt, high in the air.
Crack! went the belt across Sandy's butt. The boy yelped, and Bud allmost emitted an uncontrolled guffaw of laughter. Porter again raised the belt, slowly, making sure that Sandy had time to appreciate fully the sting produced by the leather.
A long red rectangle now striped the once-white butt, and Mr Ricks soon crossed it with a second one. This lick made Sandy not only howl, but reach behind to grab his sore rear end.
"Get those hands out of the way, young man," Porter ordered, and Sandy again grasped the chair seat, biting his lower lip in pain.
Crack! Mr Ricks applied another blistering stroke to his son's butt. Sandy began to cry, unable to hold back any longer. Bud relished the spectacle of his brother's rear end beginning to glow pink amid the red stripes.
Porter now swung the belt fast and furiously. Crack! Crack! Crack! Sandy howled through his tears. Bud covered his mouth with a hand to mask his laughter, an unnecessary precaution because of the loud smacks of the belt and Sandy's raucous response to them.
Mr Ricks, without breaking his spanking rhythm, began the standard lecture. "When I give you an order, I expect it to be obeyed!" Crack! Ow! "When I say now, I mean now!" Crack! Ow! Bud chuckled as several more rounds of smacks followed, each sizzling across his brother's naked butt, which Sandy wiggled in a vain attempt to avoid his father's strap. Each butt cheek now bore a bright red oval.
Porter, believing he was at last getting through to his son, gradually began to slow the pace of the licks.
"Well, Sandy, have you learned your lesson?" Crack! "Yessir!" "And from now on you'll do what I tell you?" Crack! "Yessir!" "When I tell you?" Crack! "Yeow! Yessir!" "And you know what will happen if you don't?" Crack! "Oh, yessir!" "Because if I have to do this again, Sandy..." Crack! "You won't, Dad, you won't!" "...I'll blister your little butt twice as much!" Crack! Crack! Crack! "Yeooow! Dad, please!"
Mr Ricks paused. Sandy wailed on, still wiggling his butt. Bud realized it was the end. Porter brought the belt down one last time across Sandy's butt, which just couldn't get any redder.
"All right, son, that's all - for now. But just remember what will happen next time. Okay. I'll expect you to join Bud and me for a game of scrabble. You have five minutes to change into your pajamas and calm yourself."
Mr Ricks headed for the door. Bud had only a glimpse of Sandy straightening up and reaching back to rub, very gently, his red-hot butt. Sandy jumped up and down, and Bud could see his _c_o_c_k_ and balls bouncing. After viewing that delightful prosect, Bud rushed to the den to await his father.
Mr Ricks replaced the belt, then went to where his younger son was apparently nonchalantly sitting. "Let's set up the scrabble board, Bud. Sandy will be joining us shortly. Don't put a chair out for him - I think he'll want to play standing up."
Sandy indeed did not sit down for the rest of the evening, nor did he take part in his dad's and brother's lively banter. He now and then rubbed the seat of his pajama bottoms, wincing as he did so. This action brought a faint smile from Mr Ricks, and a visible grin from his brother. Bud snickered as he imagined in luscious detail Sandy's butt burning bright red. He quickly turned to see if his father had noticed this indiscretion. Mr Ricks rewarded him with a conspiritorial wink. Bud resumed his angelic air. Knowing that Sandy's little red butt was uppermost on his dad's mind - not to mention his brother's - kept Bud amused for the rest of the evening.