The Dugans: Rory's First

As Spring Break rolled around, it had been about ten months since I’d first met the Dugans. I remember we’d been out in the backyard having a cookout with a pool full of kids, which had enticed them into coming around. Was that last Memorial Day weekend?

Our previous neighbors had moved into the large house next door as soon as it was built. Like our old house, theirs had a master suite downstairs and four rooms with two baths upstairs. Since they had five kids, it was perfect for them. However, their youngest child is a year younger than Caleb, and with only the baby left at home, the big house was proving bigger than they needed and more expensive than they wanted. They were delighted when the Dugans made an offer.

Jerry and Tammy have proven to be great neighbors. Their kids are as polite as you can expect kids to be (which means generally, but with lapses). Jerry is good at cards… Actually, he’s a mediocre Rummy player, but a reliable partner for Spades, and he’s a real cutthroat when it comes to Hearts. Tammy’s not real good at cards, but she’s the best Scrabble player I’ve ever met.

Rory, Kirby, and Sheila are their kids. Seth is Tammy’s, but Tammy and Jerry have been married since Seth was very young. Seth is Jerry’s adopted son, and you’d never know he wasn’t his natural son, watching the two of them together. Jerry does have two other kids who live with their mom – they seem like nice kids, and visit on a semi-regular basis, but they’re both high school students, and their own lives have reached the point they don’t do weekend visitation anymore.

As you might imagine, Sheila is the child I know the least well. She seems nice enough, and she hasn’t said anything about marriage, so she doesn’t make Van nearly as nervous as Crystal (Barry’s half-sister by my ex-wife, Cathy) does. Still, Van, Parker, Kirby and the gang prefer her not to hang around (she is more than two years younger than Van, and she seems happy to hang around with the young girls who live a few houses down the street.

Kirby, who’s already ten, and about six months older than Parker; Rory, who turned twelve a couple of weeks before Bryce did; and Seth, who just turned fourteen right before Easter, are our regular guests here. I like all of them. None of them are bad kids, but Seth is my favorite.

Seth is what I still think of as a ‘Goth’, but I guess he’s really more ‘emo’. He’s a good looking kid, with his mom’s light brown hair, which is slightly lighter than Rory’s . I’ve seen it that way a couple of times, and his roots more often, but he generally keeps it dyed black.

Seth isn’t tiny, but he’s certainly not big, either. When a boy’s in that adolescent area, it’s hard to say what ‘average’ really is, but he seems a bit smaller than that. Despite being almost a year older than the twins, he’s not much bigger than they are – about 5’ 4" now – and maybe a firm, but lean, 105 pounds or so.

I think the thing I like best about Seth is that he’s actually pretty fair-complected, so the dyed black hair makes a big contrast with his crystal blue eyes and fair skin. He’s at that age where he’s starting to get a few pimples, but nothing heavy. He also has rather round cheeks and cute features, which give him a very cute, wholesome, appealing look, despite the death metal clothes.

I take it back – that’s not what I like best about Seth. That’s just what I like about him physically. The reasons I really like Seth are because he loves books, he’s a straight A student, he doesn’t listen to the music he dresses like he listens to, and he’s even gotten involved in role-playing with Josh’s group. If you take a minute to look past the exterior of a boy who wants to fit in with the group that doesn’t want to fit in, he’s a really nice, polite, smart, friendly kid.

Which isn’t to say he doesn’t get into trouble just like other boys.

It’s been hard for me to keep up with how often they’re spanked, because they all seem to share the attitude that it’s best not to talk about them (I’ve known many boys who were happy to talk about their brother’s punishments, never considering how much they were revealing about their own). While I’ve known, almost since they moved in (thanks to an overheard conversation) that they do get spanked, they’re not as willing to share details as some of the other youngsters that hang around.

It actually took me a long time to find out much about their spankings. I never really did get a good story from any of them. What I know was pieced together from random statements, overheard threats, and a few things my boys picked up and passed on to me.

I now know that, except for an occasional ‘let the punishment fit the crime’ restriction, minor punishments and warnings are usually just corner time. The rest is handled by spanking. Kirby and Sheila are both still spanked by either Mom or Dad, though Dad’s the main disciplinarian (he works a 7am to 3pm shift most of the time, so is home before the kids most school days). Dad has been the only one to spank Seth for a while, and has recently become Rory’s sole disciplinarian… Well, the sole one at their home, anyway.

Both parents spank bare bottom, over the lap. Dad usually starts with his hand, but Mom normally starts with a wooden spoon, at least with Kirby. Seth mentioned one time that he remembered her giving hand spankings when he was younger than Van. For serious punishments, Tammy uses a wooden hairbrush. When Jerry thinks more than the hand is needed, he uses the same spoon Mom does. However, Seth has confessed that there have been a couple of times when his dad used the hairbrush on him, and his basic thoughts could be summed up as extreme ouch.

Jerry has been known to use a belt before. Steve – Jerry’s son from his first marriage, who I think is sixteen or seventeen now, is about my size. Seth once confided in me that about two years ago – so probably when Steve was fourteen and Seth was twelve – Steve got into some fairly serious trouble and got whipped with the belt. Seth wasn’t involved and didn’t see it, but heard enough of it that the idea of the belt scares him to death.

Jerry is actually a better source for spanking information than the boys usually are. I don’t think he sets out to embarrass the boys, and he seems to be pretty careful about threatening the boys in front of their friends, but I’ve heard a threat or two – and a promise or two. Sometimes I hear a little more.

For instance, not too long ago, Jerry and I were talking, and he asked me if I could talk to Seth about something.

I’m normally somewhat leery about being pulled into this kind of thing. I am not the kind of person who’s going to double team a kid just to support the ‘parental’ line. However, I am willing to listen.

Seth feels that thirteen (fourteen now!) is plenty old enough to decide if you want a tattoo or body piercing. I agree with his parents in a general way when they say ‘no, it’s not.’ For me, it has more to do with the fact that you’re not even fully grown (which affects tattoos to a degree) and that you have no idea what you’re going to be like in even five years, much less twenty. While a piercing would probably grow back in with minimal scarring and not be too noticeable (depending on where you got it), a tattoo is much harder (and more expensive) to remove, so I’m even more strongly against those, which is what Seth really wanted.

"I don’t understand why he’s so stubborn about it. He even got spanked over it last Christmas."

"You spanked him for asking for a tattoo?"

"Well," Jerry admitted, sounding a bit embarrassed, "no. I actually spanked him for not minding, but it was over a tattoo."

Jerry went on to explain to me how Seth had started off just re-hashing the same old arguments, but this time he volunteered to pay for it with Christmas money. When he was told no, he kept going. When he was told to drop it, he kept going. When he was told to drop it or go to his room, he did neither and keep going. When he was told simply to go to his room, he folded his arms across his narrow chest, looked directly at his father, and said, "This is bullshit."

He then scuttled for his room, with Dad right on his tail, then spent several minutes expressing himself in louder, but less verbal ways.

I felt for the kid, but have you ever noticed how it seems that kids sometimes have to go out of their way to make sure the old limits are in the same place – or find out how far they’ve moved? There seems to be a feeling of ‘well, yeah, I got spanked, but at least I’m sure what I can get away with for a while.’



Even though Seth is my favorite of the Dugan kids, I like them all. However, Rory can be a bit of a challenge sometimes. While I think Rory’s generally a nice kid; and while he’s really good with Kirby and my younger kids; and while I can tell that he and Seth are friends; he seems to have a chip on his shoulder where his big brother is concerned.



While I’d been happy to get details of how the Dugan boys were spanked, the thing I missed most was permission to spank them. I hadn’t really needed it much, since they knew their father would spank them if I complained, but it’s still nice to know that if they give you an excuse, you can do it.

Then came Spring Break.

Unlike Christmas, Tammy and Jerry weren’t going to be able to be home and watch the kids all week. While that wasn’t a problem with Seth, they were a bit hesitant of asking me to supervise – not wanting to ‘take advantage of me.’ This is one of those cases where I was happy to be taken advantage of. And as I tell everyone else, it’s not like I’m going to notice another couple of boys around here, unless they’re acting up.

"As much time as they spend over here, Jack, I‘m surprised you haven’t already spanked them. If you’re not comfortable, let me know if they need it, and I’ll wear them out."

None of them looked happy to hear that, and I managed to cover my own joy.

"Oh, I’m sure that won’t be necessary," I assured him. "They’re all good kids, and if someone slips up, I’m sure we’ll be able to handle it."

I’m pretty sure they didn’t know whether they should be relieved to hear that or not.



Things went pretty well. All the Dugan boys have friends here, and there’s always plenty to do. The weather was pretty nice (especially since it was still technically winter) and the kids could get outside and do just about anything they wished. The only thing lacking was access to the pool (the weather wasn’t that nice).

Which isn’t to say everything was going perfectly.

Like I’ve said, Rory is unlike his older brother in a lot of ways. Actually, I think Rory would be more than willing to trade Seth for Caleb, Mickey, or even Noah (who’s much more likely to roughhouse with a younger but fairly athletic boy like Rory – sometimes a bit too energetically). They had a good time, but they especially wanted to spend some time with their own friends as well.

Rory wasn’t doing anything wrong, but he seemed more interested in hanging out with the older boys than with Bryce or the twins, or in making Seth’s life miserable. Nothing wrong with wanting to hang out with older kids, of course, but when they have plans that don’t include you, it’s not polite and not really fair to throw fits or bug them about it.

Rory didn’t quite understand that, and by the time Wednesday morning came around, I’d already warned him a couple of times about his behavior and put him in the corner for a while on one occasion. I try to be fair to kids and understanding of their moods, but when he showed up that morning in a sulk, I was probably looking for a reason to put him over my lap (well, a reason beyond the fact that he was a cute kid whom I’d never spanked).



He managed to stay off my radar through the morning though, so I was calming down by the time I walked into the game room to see what the kids wanted to do for lunch, when I heard a conversation I really didn’t like.

"… And he was crying like a baby before Dad got through with him. I could hear it in my room."

I recognized Rory’s voice, even before I saw him. He has a lower tenor, but he and his family have a bit more twang to their speech then you hear around here. I also heard a couple of nervous giggles.

"Knock it off, Rory," Seth said, confirming who it was.

"Knock it off, Rory," Rory repeated, in an incredibly grating, nasal whine. "Some big teenager," he added in his normal voice, "that whines like a baby and still gets his naughty butt spanked by his daddy."

"You do too," Seth asserted, starting to sound really heated, which was a bit surprising, considering how phlegmatic Seth normally seemed.

"Yeah, but I wasn’t trying to boss you around."

"I wasn’t trying to boss YOU around," Seth countered.

"I wasn’t trying…" Rory started again in that whiny voice.

I interrupted him.

"Knock it off, Rory!" I said, dropping my voice and booming it a bit.

I’d just come to the bottom of the stairs. Everyone in the room had been watching the two brothers. Whoever had been giggling no longer looked amused by the time I could see him, which let me know they’d realized things had gotten out of hand before I’d interrupted.

"Did that sound whiny to you, Rory?"

While Seth is short for his age, Rory is a bit tall. His build is very similar to Gordy’s, but a bit firmer. He’s very active, rather athletic, and has a firm, whipcord build because of it, though he still has a bit of extra padding, getting ready for that next growth spurt. Rory takes a bit more after his father than his mom. He resembles Seth a bit in the face, but he has darker brown hair, that’s not a really dark brown, and brown eyes. One of the things I think looks cutest about him is that he has thick eyelashes; and they and his eyebrows are actually a much darker shade than the hair on his head. The first difference you notice is the glasses. The lights of the game room flashed off them as he stared at me, aghast.

"I asked you a question, Rory."

He looked perplexed for a second, before shaking his head.

"No, sir."

"Is it enough difference for you to stop picking on your brother?"

"He’s older than me," Rory protested.

"Yeah, and if you’d been doing that to me, I probably would have knocked the crap out of you instead of asking you to stop, so I’d say you’re pretty lucky. But that doesn’t change the fact that you were picking on him."

I looked around at the crowd and decided we needed to take care of this in a slightly less public place.

"Let’s talk about this upstairs."

Rory looked miserable as I took him by the shoulder and got him moving.

"You too, Seth," I added.

Seth didn’t look much happier than Rory had; though, as far as I could tell, he was the victim in this scenario.



Once upstairs (and away from listening crowds), I separated the two boys, so I’d have a chance to let each one tell me his story. Once that was done, I took both of them into my office (more for privacy than anything). After we’d all sat down, I explained myself to them.

"I’m going to tell you what it sounds like happened to me. If I get something wrong, raise your hand and you can correct me. You’ve both had your chance to tell me what happened, though, so I don’t want you arguing with each other. Okay?"

I waited while they both nodded, and then went on.

"It sounds like you," I said, motioning at Rory, "were downstairs, playing pool, when Seth came down with the other guys.

They both nodded.

"Seth asked if anyone had called winner. They hadn’t, so he called it. When you lost…"

"But me and…"

I raised a finger at him. He stopped, rolled his eyes at me, then raised his hand.

I ignored the rolled eyes and nodded at him.

"Me and Josh were playing, and I beat him the first game. The other guys were playing air hockey, so me and him played again. He beat me that time, so we were one and one."

I debated a short discussion on the etiquette of that kind of thing, but decided to skip it and get down to the nitty gritty.

"When Seth asked if anyone had called winner, why didn’t you tell him you were playing best of three?"

Rory looked uncomfortable again. The honest truth is, he’d been wrong. I wasn’t really worried about that, but I was worried about what had happened after that.

"So Seth was told that no one was next, and he called winner. Then when Josh won, you decided it should be a series, so Seth should wait."

"Yeah," Rory said, obviously taking my understanding of what had happened as agreement with what he’d done.

"And Seth didn’t want to wait."

I think Seth felt like I was agreeing with Rory as well, because he started to squirm a bit.

"Yeah!" Rory agreed.

"Then you were wrong, Rory. He wasn’t trying to boss you around. He was just expecting you to follow basic manners. That’s not what’s important though. What’s important is, whether he was trying to boss you around or not, there was no excuse for you to be teasing him about getting spanked or mimicking him. Do you understand me?"

Rory glared at me, but it was so quick I might have imagined it. It finally occurred to me that I really shouldn’t have been doing this with Seth here, but there was nothing to do about it now.

"Look," I said, trying to sound calm and conciliatory, "I’ve seen you two get along before. I know you’re both nice guys. You have a lot of the same friends. I don’t know what’s going on this week, but I don’t want to have to separate you. Worse, I don’t want to have to stick each of you in separate rooms all day or spank you. I’m pretty sure you guys don’t want that either…"

I let the sentence trail away, while both of them agreed they didn’t want it.

"So, can we agree to either try to get along or give each other some space?"

Seth looked like he wanted to argue. As far as I’d seen, he hadn’t been making any trouble. Still, I guess he was smart enough to take what I was offering as a good thing, and he nodded.

Rory looked at Seth for a moment. I think he was about to complain about something, but he finally looked back at me and nodded.

"Okay, go see what the other guys are doing, and let’s not have any more problems this week."

The two of them started walking off. I stood to put my chair back under the desk, but caught Rory glance back at me, so kept half an eye on him. As soon as he thought I wasn’t watching, Rory elbowed his big brother in the side, and said, in what I’d consider a stage whisper, "See, everyone always takes your side."

"Rory!" I called.

He jumped and looked at me wide-eyed.

"Get back here."

He was trying his best to look innocent, but mostly just looked sick.

Seth had just pulled the door open when I called Rory, and now he was standing there, half in, half out, looking back.

"Unless you want to share in this, Seth, you’d better go on."

I’m pretty sure Seth didn’t know what ‘this’ was going to be, but he wasn’t curious enough to find out for sure.



I doubt Rory knew me well enough to know the chair where I’d been sitting was the spanking chair. I’m sure he didn’t realize that me sitting it down so it faced into the room was not good news for him. Realizing it or not, he wasn’t happy as I walked over to him.

Draping my arm around the boy’s shoulders, I led him back to the couch, and sat beside him this time.

"What is wrong with you?" I finally asked.

He shrugged.

I went over the way he’d been acting the last few days, as well as mentioning the fact that he and Seth usually seemed to get along. While I knew he was fairly rambunctious and a bit less controlled than Seth, this did seem out of character for him.

All he could do was shrug.

Finally, after I’d given him a few chances to tell me if something was wrong, he looked at me.

"Are you going to tell my dad?"

"I think it’d be better if we took care of it ourselves."

"Wh-whaddya mean?"

"I told you what I was going to have to do if you didn’t settle down. I don’t think you want to spend the rest of the day, much less the rest of the week, shut in a room by yourself, do you?"

He shook his head miserably, apparently finally beginning to realize that I’d been serious, and was seriously unhappy with him.

"I don’t want that either, but I do need you to realize that you haven’t been behaving very well. I want the Rory I’ve always known back, but it looks like he’s going to need a reason to come back. Let’s go over here," I added, standing up, pulling him after me, and moving towards the chair.

"Why?"

"Well, you’ve been looking at those paddles in my kids’ rooms since you moved in here. It seems like it’s time you found out how they feel."

"No!" he protested, jerking away from me. "I don’t wanna spanking."

"If you wanted it, Rory, it probably wouldn’t do much good. That’s not the question, though. Can you look me in the eyes and honestly tell me you don’t deserve one right now?"

I’ll admit that’s an evil question to ask a kid, but I wanted him to think about how he’d been acting lately.

"Rory?"

He refused to look at me, and I could see his eyes getting watery. He finally shook his head.

"No what?"

"I can’t think of a reason," he admitted to me.

I pulled him loosely into a hug. He didn’t cling, but didn’t draw back, either.

"I know that’s a hard thing to admit, and I think it’s very brave of you to say it. You know how I spank?"

He nodded.

"Okay then, let’s get it over with."

I walked over to the chair, one hand on his shoulder, and he followed me, not so much docilely as fatalistically.

The weather had been a little cool that week, but not cold, and Rory was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. I guess he’d heard some stories from someone who’d been in the same position he was now, because he apparently knew the basic drill, but not the details.

Rory stepped in front of me as I sat on the chair, but I had to tell him to lift his shirt.

"Can’t I take my own clothes off?" he pled.

I looked at him for a second. He began to miserably lift his t-shirt, but I stopped him.

"You know I take my kids’ pants and shorts off when I spank them?"

He nodded.

"And you know I almost always use one of those paddles?"

He nodded again. The motion shook a tear loose from the corner of one eye.

I looked at him another second.

"Turn around."

He did, and I had to stop him about halfway. I reached up and gave his rear a pat, then a squeeze, through his jeans. Rory was mostly used to getting hand spanked, but I knew he had some experience with paddle-like objects. It only took me another second to decide, after checking to see if his backside was bony or just lean.

I turned and pulled Heat from the paddle drawer. Rory watched intently as I turned back and held it out towards him.

"I’m pretty disappointed with your behavior this week, Rory, but I don’t want to be too harsh on you either. I think this’ll be about right."

I paused for a second, letting him examine it, then pulled his attention back to me.

"If I let you take your own clothes off, that’s it. I expect you to mind me, no arguing, and you do what I tell you, when I tell you. Agreed?"

"Yes, sir," he answered quickly.

"Get those off then."

Like most of the boys who hang around here, Rory was already shoeless. He now lifted his t-shirt a bit. There was a second when the boy, happy to be granted the minor luxury of removing his own clothes, suddenly became a shy adolescent again. His fingers fumbled at the familiar task of opening his fly, and he was blazing red and pointedly not looking towards me, as he slid his Levi’s down his long, lean, but firm legs.

I knew from sleepovers and random sightings that Rory normally wore boxers. I was disappointed but not surprised to see a pair of plaid Hanes boxers revealed as he slid the jeans down. Standing again, he slipped his fingers into the waistband of his boxers, and then quickly stooped down as he shoved those down his legs.

Rory had put his jeans on the coffee table behind him, and now the boxers joined them. He turned back to face me, still not really looking at me. For a second, he just stood there, but then there was a sigh, and he lifted his t-shirt.

Rory had only recently turned twelve, but you couldn’t say he was a little boy anymore, though he wasn’t especially well developed, either. His balls were a decent size. His sac hadn’t stretched a lot yet, so they were still fairly close up to his legs, rather than dangling. His penis was slightly thicker than a little boy’s, but it was probably about three inches long. Soft, like he was now, that was long enough to lie over his balls, with the pink head dangling into space. I looked as closely as I felt I could get away with, but saw no trace of hair – whether the medium brown color on his head or the darker brown of his eyebrows.

Almost as soon as his t-shirt was up, I gestured to my lap, and Rory stepped over to lay himself across it. He was apparently pretty used to that position, and I only had to adjust him a bit for him to be just like I wanted him.

Rory’s bottom reflected his lean, firm build. Rory didn’t have a lot of hip, and his bottom was equally lean. It wasn’t flat, though. Each cheek ran up from his hip, only slightly dimpled, but they formed a decent, though narrow, arch up from the small of his back, raised up just a bit more, then quickly curved back down to his legs. The cheeks were firm and well formed, and faded in towards the center as well, making each cheek separate and clearly distinct before they met at his cleft.

With him in place, I ran my hand over each cheek for just a second, feeling the warm, velvety firmness; then I picked up the paddle from where I’d tucked it under my leg.

"Do you understand why you’re about to get spanked, Rory?"

He was taken off guard by the question, but began to stutteringly list all the things I’d mentioned over the past few days.

"No," I interrupted him after a second. "All those things led up to you being in trouble. Those certainly weren’t good things, but they’re not the reason you’re getting spanked."

"They aren’t?"

"No, sir," I informed him. "The reason you’re getting spanked is, because after you’d done all those things, I gave you another chance. I told you and Seth to go on and either be nice to each other or stay away from each other if you didn’t want to get in trouble. You didn’t even get out the door before you were hitting him and trying to blame him because you’d gotten in trouble. And that’s why you’re getting spanked. Understand now?"

"Yes, sir," he said in a soft whine.

Rory must be very used to getting spanked, because he only tensed up a bit when I firmed up my grip. Then the spanking started.

Rory yelped the first time the paddle cracked down. I ignored it and went on with my regular pattern, with the paddle where its length was centered over his crack and was catching both cheeks, moving from top to bottom.

"Ow!" Rory protested as the paddle cracked down again.

"Please, Jack, that hurts."

I didn’t bother telling him that it was supposed to hurt, but brought the paddle down a third time, then switched to his left cheek, tracing the swats from top to bottom again.

"O-how-ow!" he protested, as the paddle started finding already warmed skin.

"I’m sorry, Jack. Please stop," he managed to choke out as the paddle switched from left cheek to right.

After warming that cheek, I went back to the middle, and was shocked when I heard Rory starting to sob. That didn’t stop me from placing a couple of swats towards his dimples, leaving his entire bottom a dark pink, more a medium rose in the middle. Then I went back to the rosy part for one last trip down before I started on his legs.

His sobs turned to soft cries as I moved down his crack a third time.

The soft cries were interrupted by screams as the paddle caught his upper legs.

He’d been moving around and kicking almost the entire time, but as soon as I placed the first swat on his left leg, he started wildly thrashing. Between that and the screaming, I decided that his parents probably never spanked his legs (or maybe he was just a serious drama queen) but I decided to err on the side of mercy.

After one swat to each leg, I went back to his bottom. Since I’d just finished the middle, with no real break for his legs this time, I skipped it and went straight to work on the cheeks, back and forth this time, left to right. The screams faded, and the thrashing stopped as his body went rigid. Then he collapsed, his hand flew back, and he started saying something over and over, though he was crying so hard now that I couldn’t understand any of it.

Even though my paddle swats aren’t really hard, Rory’s hand moved at just the wrong time. I couldn’t stop the swat, but pulled it aside to miss his hand. The tip of the paddle caught nearly to his hip, but he didn’t seem to notice that. I paused a moment to take his hand and pin it to his back, under my left arm.

"No, no, no, no, no, please, no," he managed to choke out.

He was pinned now. His legs were feebly waving around, but he didn’t seem to have much fight left in him. He did manage something between a yell and moan when he felt the paddle line up again.

He started really bawling as the paddle came up and smacked down on the same spot it had landed at the start of the spanking. Twice more, I brought it down, making one last trip straight down the middle of his bottom, enflaming both cheeks. I paused for just a second, gave one good swat on each sit spot, then released him.

I turned a bit to drop the paddle on the desk behind me, and then gave my attention back to Rory. He didn’t seem at all interested in standing, so I gently took him and rolled him so he was sitting in my lap, being careful of his battered rear.

When I pulled him to me, Rory fought for all of half a second before letting go and letting me cuddle him against my chest.

"That hurt too much," he informed me after a minute or so.

"It was supposed to hurt, Rory. That’s the point."

"But that was too much," he managed to sob.

"I thought you knew how the twins got spanked."

His sobs suddenly died.

"They always get spanked like that?"

"No, kiddo. You got off pretty easy."

I don’t think he believed me, but he didn’t argue. He’d leaned back to look at me, but now he rested his head against my chest again. The sobs came back, but they were softer now.

After a couple of minutes had passed, I stopped rubbing his back and sat him up a bit, so I could look at his face.

"Usually after a spanking, I put the boys in the corner for a few minutes, so they can think about why they’ve been spanked and how they’re going to avoid it next time."

He didn’t look real happy with that.

"Since this was your first time, and since we’ve already talked about it, do you think you need corner time, or should we skip it this time?"

"Skip?" he said, more request than answer.

I nodded.

"You ready to get up?"

He shook his head, so I pulled him back against me, and went back to rubbing his back.

I was beginning to think he’d gone to sleep in my lap and was thinking of moving him before my leg fell off, when he finally moved gently against me. I let go, and he stood.

I watched closely as he dressed, enjoying the glow of his rear and his adolescent athleticism.

"Jack?" he asked, after he had his underwear on.

"Yeah?"

"You really spank the other guys harder than that?"

"Yes, I do, Rory. And if I have to spank you again, you’re probably going to get more than you did this time. Consider that spanking your final warning of what you might really get some time."

He looked very nervous for a second, but then nodded.

"Now," I told him as I watched him pull those jeans up his long legs, "let’s get you cleaned up so you can go play."

I took Rory to my bathroom, waited while he took a leak, then watched as he washed up. After that, we went and found the boys. As always, my boys are very sympathetic to someone who’s just been spanked. They manage to be very accepting and nonchalant, while still displaying that boyish curiosity about exactly what happened.

With Rory settled in with his friends, I went in search of Seth.

He had no more idea of why Rory had been acting up the last few days than I did. To his credit, he seemed torn between whether he was happy or not that his little brother had been spanked.

He did answer one question for me, though. While his parents both tend to give those fast and furious spankings that are over almost before you realize you’re sore, and ache really bad later on, Rory really is a drama queen.





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