One in the Hand is Worth Three Over the Lap

When I was a kid, I enjoyed an occasional game of Hide and Go Seek. The parent-child version, however, is not one of my favorites. As a matter of fact, the usual reward for a game of ‘Disappear and Go Phone’ is a trip over Dad’s lap. You’d think the kids would have figured that out by now, but it still seems to be a game they like to play every now and again.

It was Tuesday night, and we were having breakfast for supper: a big spread of scrambled eggs; bacon or ham (even and for the hungrier kids, I suppose); huge, fluffy biscuits, hash browns, and sausage gravy. It was a favorite of my family. With no idea what to cook, I’d let the boys vote among several choices the night before. Breakfast had won over Italian. Bryce had been on the Italian side. Then, when we were decided on the exact menu, Bryce sided with pancakes and lost again. Thus, it was no surprise to me when he asked if he could eat supper with Kim, who was serving lasagna.

What was a surprise to me was that it was about 7:45. Kim had said they were going to eat before 7pm, and I’d told Bryce he needed to come straight home after dinner. Okay, that wasn’t the surprise, since I’d expected him to hang out with Tyler and Riley for at least a few minutes. What was a surprise was, when I called over there to remind him he needed to come home, finding out he was already gone.

"He and Tristan left about twenty-five or thirty minutes ago, Jack," Kim informed me.

Aha! Tristan was with him, and therein lay the crucial clue. I thanked Kim, hung up, called Dean, and was waiting in the kitchen five minutes later when a nervous and chagrined twelve year old came through the door.

"Sorry I’m a little late, Dad," he told me.

I have trouble staying mad, or even upset, at Bryce. Of all my kids, with the possible exception of Ryan, Bryce is the cutest. Actually, with his neat, dark hair, his very dark brown eyes, his year-round tanned complexion, and even features, he’s already pretty handsome, and only his over-sized, sticking out ears keep him cute (and a bit humble). Still, there are times when a father has to at least fake it.

"I’d say you’re more than just a little late, wouldn’t you, Bryce?"

He just shrugged, knowing there was no good answer.

"My real problem," I continued, "isn’t that you’re late. What did I tell you when you left for Kim’s?"

He shrugged again, but this time, I didn’t let him get away with it.

"Bryce!" I said in a warning tone.

"You said come straight home after dinner."

"I didn’t expect you to jump up as soon as you put your fork down and run back home, but I think this is a bit more than just saying goodnight to your friends and being polite."

"I just walked home with Tristan, Dad."

I thought about that for a second, and decided not to call him on it directly. I’m not so old I don’t remember how easily ‘just walked home’ could turn into ‘went inside for a second’ and then become ‘was there for an hour or two.’ However, I wasn’t going to let it slide, either.

"Bryce, I wouldn’t have a problem if you’d just walked home, but that’s not all you did, was it?"

"No, sir."

"If you’d stayed at Kim’s house for a few minutes, I wouldn’t have a problem. I really wouldn’t have a problem if you’d walked home with Tristan afterwards. What I do have a problem with is that you did both of them, and killed a lot of extra time besides."

"Are you going to spank me?" he asked miserably.

"Do you deserve a spanking?"

He looked down at the floor, then shuffled his feet for a moment before finally nodding, then adding a mumbled ‘yes.’

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I didn’t come straight home like you told me to, and because I wasn’t where I was supposed to be."

"It sounds like you knew the rules and knew what I expected, doesn’t it?"

He finally looked up at me and nodded.

"Then you know there are consequences for not doing what you’re supposed to, aren’t there?"

He looked down again before nodding glumly.

"Dad?"

"Yeah, bud?"

"If I hadn’t been more than thirty minutes late, would you just ground me?"

I put my hand around his shoulders and steered him towards my office.

"You know I don’t like grounding much, Bryce. I might have decided on some kind of restriction, but really, this isn’t a case where you had an exact time to be home, so it’s not so clear cut."

I paused and looked down at him. When I paused, he looked up at me, so our eyes were meeting.

"What this really is, Bryce, is that you’re getting older, so I’m going to start giving you more freedom to do things. However, there are still rules you have to obey and guidelines I expect you to follow. When you don’t, like tonight, you’ll end up over my lap. In some ways, it’s easier to have exact rules you have to follow, but one day, you’ll look up and realize that you know what you should do, and you’ll be surprised at how easy it is to do it. Believe me?"

He nodded.

"Good, but right now we have to deal with the unpleasant part. C’mon."

He’d been looking proud at the thought of that future Bryce, but now his shoulders slumped again. He didn’t resist as I guided him around the corner.

Robert Frost called it the road not taken. Have you ever wondered why you took one turn and not another. Bryce doesn’t have a roommate, so why did I take him to my office to spank him, instead of to his room. Even going to my office, it would have been easy enough to cut straight through the living room, instead of walking around it. As a matter of fact, that’s probably what I normally do. But if I’d gone through the living room, I would have been looking straight at my office door, instead of coming up to the side. If I’d made either of those other two choices instead of doing things as I did, I wouldn’t have been looking down the hall and into my library, and thus wouldn’t have seen someone moving around in there.

"Bryce, nose to the wall for a minute. If you need to leak, you can go do that."

"I don’t."

"Then just wait. I’ll try to be back soon."



I wonder if boys realize how much their faces give away. That seems to be especially true for boys around twelve. They aren’t as innocent as little kids, who can tell stories even when caught red handed, but they aren’t as accomplished as their teenage counterparts.

That was certainly true with Ant and Josh, who were browsing my gaming books, but who looked completely guilty and very nervous as soon as they saw me.

"Josh, what do you need to have before coming in here?"

"Permission," he answered glumly.

I do not love my books and toys more than my kids. If I had to, I would happily sell all my collector’s items and treasures to care for my kids. However, I do enjoy and take a great deal of pride in my library.

I don’t begrudge the kids its use, and almost never deny someone permission to go into it (though I do usually accompany the younger kids while they use it). However, I invested a lot of hours organizing that and getting everything just like I like it, so I like knowing who goes in and out, so I know who can be trusted in there by themselves.

The standing rule for my library is that you don’t go in there without permission and doing so is an automatic spanking. Josh knew that. So did Ant, but he was another question.

"You know the rules, Josh. Go wait by Bryce, and I’ll deal with you in a minute."

Josh looked glum for a moment, obviously torn between wanting to argue (or just beg) and wanting to escape before the s-word was mentioned in front of his friend. He turned back when Ant spoke, though.

"I’m sorry, Jack. It was my fault. I just wanted to look at something for the game this weekend. Please don’t tell my dad."

I really like Ant—Anthony Bertinelli. He’s a cute kid, a bit younger than Josh, and there’s just something neat about him. Even when he’s dressed for comfort in loose, but not sagging, jeans, with an untucked, light gray t-shirt, covered by a large, long sleeved, light blue button down, he still looks well put together and organized. His features aren’t anything like Bryce’s, but he’s still a kid on the cusp between cute and handsome, and he has that same coloring—though his hair’s a bit lighter (and apparently easier to control) than Bryce’s.

The fact that Ant loves to read, has very similar taste to mine, and loves talking with me about books makes him my favorite new kid since KC started hanging around. And if I hadn’t loved him before, I would have after this, as he tried to take the heat off Josh, instead of just running when he had the chance.

"I appreciate your saying that, Ant, and I’m sure Josh does as well, but we all know it’s not true. Why didn’t you boys just ask me?"

"We couldn’t find you," Ant replied.

I didn’t ask how hard they’d tried, since ‘not very’ was rather implied in his tone.

"Well, Josh knows the rules, and he knows what happens when he breaks them, Ant…"

"Are you going to spank him?" Ant interrupted.

"That’s between me and him," I answered.

"But… I mean…"

The poor kid either didn’t know what he meant, or just didn’t know how to force it out.

"Ant, I know I’ve told you at least twice you shouldn’t just come in here on your own, and Josh has been told a lot more than that."

"I still wanna play Friday."

"You can. I’m not saying anything about that, but you need to go on home now, and you need to start following the rules when you’re over here."

"Please, Jack, can’t I stay?"

"I was trying to be patient with the boy. I didn’t like dragging things out for Bryce and Josh, but Ant was obviously upset about something.

"Ant, if you think Josh is about to get a spanking, why do you want to stay?"

"If you call my dad, maybe he won’t let me come over this weekend. I’m really sorry, Jack. Couldn’t you just… If I have to get in trouble, couldn’t you let us off? I swear we’ll ask you from now on."

I was watching Ant, but couldn’t help noticing Josh, standing to the side and trying not to draw attention to himself, suddenly looking hopeful.

"I’m not real big on ‘just letting people off,’ Ant. There are reasons I make the rules I have, and there are consequences to breaking rules. I know it doesn’t seem fair to you, but people have to follow rules all their lives, and when you grow up, the consequences you face can be a lot worse, a lot more permanent, than a sore butt. Besides, I’ve already let you off once, haven’t I?"

He knew I had and admitted it.

"If I got to get in trouble, could I… Couldn’t you just do me and Josh… I mean…"

"You mean, if I’m going to spank Josh, I should spank you too?"

Josh was now paying very close attention to his friend. I’m sure he had a much different reaction to mine when Ant nodded.

Actually, I was very torn on this. I’ve already said Ant’s incredibly cute. I know he still gets spanked, and he’s at that perfect size for me. I really wanted to spank him, and have since I first met him. However, like KC, he’s as much my friend as he is Josh’s, and I didn’t want to harm that.

"Do you know how I spank the boys?" I asked.

"You take their clothes off and make them lie down on your legs, then you smack ‘em with that paddle really long until they cry. My dad spanks me, Jack."

Ant had told me a few details about how his dad spanked him, so I knew one of my spankings wouldn’t be a totally new experience for him, though I also knew he might not be as prepared as he thought he was.

"And you think you deserve a spanking for this?"

"I guess so," he answered honestly.

He was obviously hesitating, so I waited for a second.

"I mean, you told me two times I’m not supposed to come in here without permission, but I just wanted to look at one book for a second, and I wasn’t gonna take anything, and I just… I guess I thought it’d be okay?"

"Did you think it’d be okay, Ant, or did you just not think about it at all?"

"Not at all?"

"And you think you deserve a spanking for not following the rules?"

He nodded, refusing to look at me now.

"When two boys get in trouble together, they get spanked together. Can you handle that?"

He glanced up at Josh, panicky now, then looked back at the floor. After a few seconds, he nodded.

"Don’t I need to call your dad to get permission to spank you?"

Now Ant shook his head.

"I told him after the first time we played that if I got in trouble over here, you’d probably spank me. He just said, ‘sounds like you’d better behave then.’

Not exactly a signed permission form, but it didn’t sound like Ant was going to tell. As a matter of fact, if he hadn’t been sounding so shy and hesitant, I might have begun to wonder if he was a spanko.

"All right," I said, after just a few seconds’ consideration, "Come on."

We made the quick walk from the library to my office, where Bryce still waited.

"You two are going to have to wait your turn. Nose to the… No, take your shoes off, then nose to the wall until I’m ready for you."

I waited while the two of them bent down and undid their shoes, then led Bryce into my office.

As I turned to shut the door behind me, I gave Bryce a gentle push towards the couch.

"Get your shoes off."

Bryce sat down briefly to untie his shoes, yanked them off, and stood. He started towards me, and then stopped.

"Dad, can I take my own pants off?"

I thought about it for a second. I do still undress at least some of his older brothers. I wondered if he was feeling older now that he was twelve, pushing for a little more of that freedom I’d mentioned, feeling a little more embarrassed than normal, or just testing the water.

I did think about it for a second, before answering.

"Not this time, Buddy. C’mon over here."

He didn’t look at all disappointed, so he either wasn’t expecting it or didn’t really want it. He came over to me, and by the time he reached my side, he already had his shirt up.

I undid his jeans and slid them down his legs. Bryce is thin and lean, but definitely not skinny. Even when he’s not doing organized baseball or soccer (or dance), he’s constantly running and riding his bike. His legs aren’t big, but are very well shaped, with firm muscles up top that narrow to his knees, before swelling to a nicely turned calf. His jeans slid down, exposing each of those areas, then, instead of taking them off, I picked him up. With him sitting on my left leg, I reached down and worked his pants off, talking to him at the same time.

"I know I’ve already lectured you, Bryce, but I want to make sure you understand this, okay?"

He nodded, though obviously not happy to be getting chewed out again. However, this had been percolating in the back of my mind, and I wanted to make sure he understood… not why he was getting spanked, but what I expected of him.

"As boys get older, they need more freedom, and I try to give it to them. That’s why, instead of telling you that you had to be home at a specific time, like 7:15 or something, I told you to come straight home after dinner. That way, you can take a little time and enjoy yourself without being rude or worrying about getting in trouble. I want to be able to give you some freedom, some leeway, so you can do a little extra without getting in trouble. The thing is, when I give you a little, you have to prove to me you deserve it by doing what we’ve agreed to. In this case, I didn’t give you a specific time, and in return, you were supposed to come straight home."

"But I went to Tristan’s house, then stayed over there a while?"

"Exactly. Now, I don’t want you to be too upset with yourself. Believe me, this is something that some of your older brothers still seem to have trouble with. You understand now?"

He nodded.

"We okay?"

He nodded again, so I hugged him to me.

After a second, I put him back on his feet, slid his briefs off, and sat them on the desk, atop his jeans. Then I took him by the hip and pulled him gently to my side.

"Dad?" he said, very hesitantly.

"Yes, Bryce?"

"Don’t you…"

He stopped and cleared his throat. Opened his mouth, then closed it. It didn’t matter though.

"I think a hand spanking’s going to be enough for tonight."

Bryce sagged just slightly with that good news, and I was able to quickly pop him over my lap.

Of course, as Johnny had been reminded just a few days before, ‘just a hand spanking’ can still be pretty unpleasant.

With Bryce over my lap, I started with a few slow warm up swats—smacking, then rubbing. Really I was just enjoying the feel of his soft, yet firm bottom as it warmed up under my smacking hand. Bryce would jerk just a bit with each smack, but I think he might have been enjoying the sting and rub just a bit. Then I disappointed him.

My hand ran across his rear and upper legs, marking the area I intended to spank, then it came up again, and the dam burst. My hand was suddenly rising and falling two or three times a second, moving up and down and back and forth. I’d place several swats all around my target area, then place three or four in a row on the same spot.

Bryce wasn’t howling, and he wasn’t yelling, but he was yelping a lot, and kicking or squirming very hard and energetically for the start of a spanking. Since I’d known what was coming, I already had a good grip around his waist, and just kept working on turning that little butt a nice shade of red.

Bryce’s yelps were as much in protest at the unexpected onslaught as from pure pain. As the spanking went on, they started to change over, and became louder and longer, and then started to shake a bit as they were broken by sobs.

I stopped.

He thrashed around a moment longer, then started to settle down. I used those few seconds to examine my target area, which was actually a fairly even rosy shade. When he had stilled, I gave a lighter spot a pat, then a swat. I repeated the motion a couple more times to even things out a bit more. After the second time, when he felt a pat, he tensed up. So, when I gave several pats in a row, the sobbing boy started to relax. He was just a bit early, since I still had four more especially firm swats awaiting him—two for each of his sit spots. He didn’t enjoy those much and made sure to let me (and probably Josh and Ant) know about it.

With the spanking done, I carefully rolled Bryce onto my lap. Except for his yelps, he’d stayed pretty quiet, but his face was soaked with tears, and his chest was shaking enough for there to be no doubt he was really crying, if only a little.

"Just because I give you a little leeway doesn’t mean you get to do whatever you want, does it?"

"N-no, sir," the softly crying boy responded.

"And you understand that now? You’ll ask if you’re not sure?"

"Yes, sir," he nodded.

"And do I love you?"

He nodded more enthusiastically this time, as he leaned into a hug.

"Your chores all done?" I asked after a long second.

"Uh huh."

"Well, you’d better go on and let me deal with Josh and Ant. Sorry to cut your time short, but I’ll talk to you before bedtime."

"Are they gonna get spanked?"

"Well, you can stay and find out if you want, but if they do, you’ll get to share with them."

"I’m gonna go read for a while," he responded without even having to think about it.

"Good idea," I assured him, as he climbed out of my lap.

Pausing only to grab his jeans and briefs, Bryce headed for the exit. I followed right behind.

When the door came open, Ant and Josh both had noses to the wall. Ant’s left position as he watched Bryce pace by. Then he turned back to me, wide eyed.

"Your turn, guys. C’mon in."

I think Ant may have been re-thinking his decision.



The two of them filed past me. Josh led the way to where the spanking chair was still turned to face into the room. As soon as they were in, I shut the door, followed until they stopped, then moved past them, and sat down. I looked at the two of them, especially at Ant, for just a moment before I said anything.

Ant is far from the first boy I’ve had in this position, but I’ve always been a bit curious about why it happens. I heard what he said, but what was he really thinking? As with most people, the tendency was to assign to him what would be my motive—that he was here because he thought it was worth taking a spanking to watch one. That didn’t feel quite right for Ant, though. Was he really afraid of his dad not letting him come back over for the weekend? Maybe he thought his dad would spank and ground him, which would make me a much better alternative. Did he really want a spanking, or maybe just feel it’s what he deserved? Or was it that he saw the close camaraderie of my boys and their closest friends, and he thought this was his way to join?

Whatever the reason, Ant was a cutie, and I’d been itching to smack his bottom since I’d met him. I was a little nervous about it, but it wasn’t going to stop me if it didn’t stop him.

"Here’s the deal," I explained to them. "I like you both and trust you both, but the library is my room, and that’s my stuff. My job as a parent keeps me from giving my kids one hundred percent privacy, but I give you guys a lot and try hard to respect you, don’t I, Josh?"

"Yes, sir."

"Anthony, I try very hard to set my rules based on things kids need to know to operate in the adult world. Quite honestly, this rule is largely just about having a lot of little kids in the house and not wanting my library to be a playground, but it’s also about the fact that you have to respect other people’s stuff if you want them to respect you. Understand that?"

They both agreed they did.

"And it’s unfortunate for you two that, in my opinion, in this house, the best way to show a boy there are consequences to his actions when he can’t follow the rules is with a sore bottom."

Now I looked specifically at Ant.

"You still want to go through with this?"

His eyes were wide, and his lower lip was trembling a bit, but he managed to force a jerky nod.

As soon as he’d given up his last chance at retreat, I reached up and undid his fly. He jerked a bit when I touched his pants, but managed not to move away.

"Lift your shirt please, Ant," I asked, then added, "like Josh is doing."

Josh had already pulled the bottom of his shirt up into his armpits, and now Ant did the same thing.

I spread his fly, revealing a gray Fruit of the Loom waistband over a pair of green and blue plaid knit boxers. Then I reached over and did the same for Josh, revealing his pair of multi-colored, striped boxers.

I’d started with Ant, since he was company, but decided it’d be better and easier to do Josh first so Ant could see what was happening. When Josh’s fly was open, I slid his pants down his smooth legs. Without having to be told, he put his hands on my shoulders and lifted one foot, then the other. I laid his jeans on the desk behind me, and then turned to Ant.

Ant did a whole body wince as I started to slide his jeans down, but didn’t resist me in any way.

"How come we can’t undress ourselves, Jack?" the boy asked as his jeans slid down to expose lean, hairless thighs.

"Because," I answered, "it’s easier for me to do it than to argue with you about doing it, and it points out that you’re not just changing clothes, you’re being punished. I’m sure you understand that," I said, cutting him off as he opened his mouth, "but I want to stress it, so you might spend a few extra seconds thinking about how to avoid it next time."

When his jeans hit his ankles, he put his hands on my shoulders and lifted a foot without me having to remind him.

"You can hand me that shirt, though."

He grimaced, but removed the larger shirt. His tee was tight enough it stayed in place under his arms. I put his jeans, then the shirt, on top of Josh’s. Then I turned back to my son.

Ant was paying very close attention as Josh’s boxers slid down.

"Does it have to be bare?" Ant asked, almost as soon as Josh’s boxers started their descent.

"That’s how it’s done in this house. Didn’t you say your dad spanked you bare too?"

I’d glanced up at him as I asked. He was watching Josh intently, but blushed when I asked that question. When he saw me watching him, he looked away, but nodded.

Josh isn’t especially well developed for a twelve year old, but he’s not small either. More important, what had been, even just a month or two ago, a small line of short pubic hair that you could practically count was now thickening up. They weren’t especially long or curly yet, and they were still contained on an area less than two inches wide and not a half-inch thick, but he was definitely getting more of them. That fascinated Ant, and I noticed, after sliding Josh’s boxers off, that Ant had looked back again.

Of course, growing up in my household, Josh had little to no physical modesty. That didn’t have anything to do with his curiosity, though, and I noticed he watched, as I reached for Ant’s boxers, about as closely as Ant had been watching him.

Ant was lean, but not as firm as Josh or Bryce. The ‘V’ of his hips was very distinct, though, and the waistband of his boxers rested just under the top of it. I slid my fingers into those and moved the boxers down those little legs. I loved the contrast between his year-round tanned complexion and the much paler skin under his boxers. Of course, the skin wasn’t my major area of interest.

Ant isn’t incredibly small, but he’s still several months from his thirteenth birthday, and I’d say he’s on the small side of average by just a bit. The top of the boxers hit his legs, and I saw that he’s definitely pubescent, but not very far along yet. The light skin on his shaft matched that on the surrounding thighs, and the head was still a delicate coral pink. His balls were dangling now, though not especially big, and his sac had that loose, unfinished look boys have when most of their growth is still before them. With him standing right next to Josh, I would have said his shaft was still boyishly thin, except I’d just spanked Bryce, so I could tell that Ant had started to fill out just a bit. He was definitely longer than a little boy though, since his soft penis was dangling nearly three inches.

My lips quirked briefly as I slid his boxers past his knees. I certainly hope I don’t have an occasion to spank Ant with Johnny anytime soon, since Ant already has two little hairs budding on the lowest part of his stomach, and Johnny seems to be getting a bit of a complex, despite the fact I’d assured him that blonds are often smoother, but his Dad finally did get some hair - just a bit later than twelve.

Ant stepped out of his boxers, and I laid them behind me, then turned and leaned down. The paddle drawer slid open, and I dug for a second to find Red, which never seems to have enough time to sink far from the top of the pile.

"Ant," I said, turning back to them.

His eyes, which had been studying his friend, were now glued to the paddle.

"I think it’s easier to go first and get it over with than to have to watch and wait your turn. That means company goes first. C’mere," I added, gesturing to my lap.

There was a long second’s pause where I wondered if he was going to change his mind. Then he jerked, like he’d had to force himself into gear, and stepped forward and over to my side.

I tucked the paddle under my leg, took the boy by the hips, and guided him into place over my lap. Not knowing what to expect from him, I took a firm grip on his hip before retrieving the paddle.

For a growing twelve year old, Ant had quite a round little rear. It seemed that dimples only appeared when he tensed up, which he did as soon as the paddle came to rest against his cheeks.

"I want you to know that I like you a lot, Ant. If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t bother trying to correct you. I’d just kick you out of the house."

"I like you too, Jack."

"I’m glad. The thing is, just because I like you, doesn’t mean I’m going to take it easy on you. My boys know that I love them and know they do not enjoy getting spanked. I just want you to understand that I do like you and hope we’ll still be friends when your rear cools down."

I didn’t give him a chance to reply to that. The paddle had been resting on his backside; now it rose and popped back down to surprise him, like a reverse jack-in-the-box.

I started with my normal pattern, with the middle of the paddles length centered on his crack, tracing from the top to the bottom of his rear. Ant was pretty stoical for those first swats, just jerking slightly as each one popped down.

The second set centered on each cheek, moving back and forth, from left to right, and back again. He wasn’t quite so stoical as the swats overlapped an already stinging area. As the swats moved from the top of each cheek towards the lower slope, he started to make a quiet, yipping sound as each landed, his body jerking just a bit, his legs giving a slight kick. Each seemed a separate motion, and he’d start to come back to rest just as the next smack landed.

By the fourth swat to each side, I was actually smacking the sit spot and upper leg more than his bottom, and his actions and noise were becoming a bit stronger.

He started to really yelp as I took a second trip down the middle, over an area that had already received several swats. His jerking and squirming was becoming continuous, though I was holding him tightly enough he couldn’t do much.

A couple of quick swats to each side, then a third trip down the center. Now his yelps were becoming slightly broken by a hint of sobs. They became louder when I moved down and placed a couple of swats to each leg. Those broken yelps were loud and strong, and he kicked quite a bit in protest to that new assault.

After the leg swats, I paused to take careful aim, then placed four more swats, rapid fire, back and forth, to his sit spots. Those were very firm, and he howled through them.

Then I tucked the paddle under my leg again and helped the boy to sit. He jumped around a bit and tried to get up. I held him, then pulled him against me. After a second, he melted into the hug.

"I want you to understand that wasn’t an especially hard spanking, Ant."

"It wasn’t?" he asked, his voice only slightly broken by quiet sobs, in mixed awe and worry.

"No, it wasn’t. As a matter of fact, it wasn’t even half a regular spanking."

Now his red, watery eyes went wide, and he glanced back at Josh, who just nodded ruefully at him.

"I felt like you boys needed a lesson. It’s not like you did anything wrong—I would have been happy to let you go in there—but you have to learn to follow the rules. If you’re supposed to ask, then you need to ask. Got me?"

"Yes, sir," he replied, rubbing enthusiastically as I let him climb to his feet.

Josh looked relieved at the idea that this wasn’t going to be a full spanking and placed himself over my lap with so much relief he almost seemed happy. He took his paddling pretty well, though he was still doing plenty of squirming and more than a bit of yelping as the paddle worked back and forth across his cheeks.

Josh wasn’t sobbing like Ant had been before I finished, but his eyes were still bloodshot and his face was pretty damp when I let him up.

Despite the fact that it’d been a relatively mild spanking, and that his friend was standing right there, Josh still wanted his cuddling, so I hugged him to me, and he cuddled his wet face against my chest.

I’d been watching Ant as much as I could during Josh’s session, and Ant had been watching the paddling intently. He hadn’t been stimulated, but he had been fascinated, squirming just slightly from his own stinging rear, after I’d reminded him to quit rubbing and hold up his shirt. Now he looked more forlorn than fascinated.

I moved my right arm from around Josh’s shoulders.

"C’mere, Ant."

He was much more enthusiastic about coming to me this time.



Unlike Bryce, Ant insisted on dressing before leaving the office. He enjoyed another vigorous rub before dressing though.

"Jack?"

"Yeah, Ant?"

"So… What you’re saying is, if we respect your stuff, you’ll respect our butts?"

I had to laugh.

I wanted to tell him that I definitely respected his spankable little bottom, but I knew that wasn’t what he meant.

"If you respect my rules, then I’ll respect your butt, yeah."

Josh had smiled too, and was now looking at his friend in mild exasperation.

Whatever the reason Ant had volunteered to take that spanking, it did seem to mark a change in his mind. Josh had his role playing friends over Friday night. Instead of a distant wave, like he normally greeted me with, he came up, wrapped his arms around my waist, and rested his head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around him for a minute, squeezed lightly, then mussed his hair. He keeps his hair very neat, and he looked up at me with just the right mix of affection and exasperation, and then dug out a comb.

"My mom listens to a bunch of old rock," he told me, seemingly out of nowhere. "Have you ever heard of Aretha Franklin?"

"Yeah, I’ve heard of her," I assured him.

"Did you know she did a song about you?"

"She did?" I asked a bit surprised, having no idea where he was going.

Ant glanced around. It was just me, him, Josh, and Bradley, and he nodded, then stuck his arms up in the air at about two and ten o’clock, made fists with just his index fingers sticking out, then starting pistoning his arms and waving his hips as he sang in a startlingly deep tenor.

"R-E-S-P-E-C-T, or he’ll paddle your boo-ty. R-E-S-P…"

Ant got his revenge, because I tears were running down my face before I could stop laughing.





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