The White Rabbit Syndrome Too

It was a few minutes before 6pm. Even though it was a Monday, Paul hadn’t been able to make his usual after school visit with us, so Bryce and Tristan had told me they were biking over to Tyler’s house. I’d already heard some thunder and looked out the window to find we were having a little rain, so I called the Malone Residence to see if Bryce and Trist wanted a ride home. Turns out they weren’t there.

Okay, Bryce is eleven-years-old, and I do trust him. I didn’t have a huge problem with him going somewhere else. Kim mentioned that they’d stopped by, but that Tyler had had some homework and housework and hadn’t been able to play. If they’d decided to go riding around, that was fine.

By about ten after six, I decided to mention to Bryce that if he’s not going to be where he tells me he’s going to be, he needs to be home a little earlier, not a little later.

At 6:28, as I was getting the food ready to serve, the phone rang. Bryce and Tristan were at a convenience store, calling to ask for a ride home. Just from the tone in his voice, Bryce knew he’d screwed up.

I got Bobby and Charlie to finish putting the food out, let everyone know where I was going to be, grabbed a couple of clean towels, and went out to the SUV, since I had two bikes, as well as two boys, to pick up.



I knew right where the convenience store was but was a bit surprised at how far they’d gone afield. By the time I pulled up there, the rain had died away to just sprinkles, but the boys had obviously been caught up in it. I opened the side door for them, then placed their bikes in the back. As I climbed back into the driver’s seat, both of them were slightly chilled and very nervous.

"Okay, guys, I brought towels so get your clothes off. Just toss ‘em by the door."

The boys seemed a little shy about it, but the SUV put us above the height of most other cars, and the tinted windows gave them a good deal of privacy in the early dark brought by the storm. Besides, I think they were more concerned about being told to undress when they were that late. They didn’t argue with me though, as I tossed the towels back to them and then pulled away.

I was glancing at the two boys in the rear view mirror as they undressed. Despite the fact that he’s about a year younger, Tristan is already about the same size as Bryce; both of them stand about 4’5" or so. Tristan is actually a little heavier than Bryce, though, since Tristan is still soft with a hint of baby fat, while Bryce is lean and firm. Despite their similar height, they are mostly opposites of each other, with Bryce’s dark hair, eyes, and skin contrasting with Tristan’s blond hair, blue eyes, and fair complexion. They made a very cute pair.

I drove in silence until I noticed the two of them slide out of their briefs and start to dry off.

"What time were you supposed to be home, guys?"

"Six pm," Tristan volunteered.

"But we called, Dad."

"Yes, you did call, Bryce. But you called right at 6:30. Let’s be generous and say it was 6:25. It took me longer than five minutes to drive here. There’s no way you guys were going to be on time, is there?"

"No, sir," they agreed together.

"What happens when you’re more than thirty minutes late, Bryce?"

"We get spankings," he said dejectedly.

I nodded, willing to let that go for a minute.

"I know why you weren’t at Tyler’s, but what’re you doing all the way over here?"

"We were just riding our bikes. We lost track of time, then it started raining."

I nodded again, remembering that mental note I’d made to myself.

"Bryce, you’re eleven now, and I trust you. If you’re going out and someone can’t play, I don’t have a problem with you going somewhere else. Okay?"

I waited for him to grunt an agreement.

"The thing is, you know I worry about you when you’re late. We’ve talked about that before. If you’re not going to be where you’re supposed to be, you need to get home a little early, not a little late. Okay?"

"Yes, sir."

We were pulling up to the house, so I went silent as I clicked the garage door opener. I pulled in and parked. The door shut behind us automatically, but the light came on and would stay on until someone hit the switch by the door. I swiveled my seat around to look at the boys. Both of them were sitting, looking at me, and holding the towels over their laps.

"Bryce, it’s been a while since you’ve needed a spanking, and I’ve been really proud of you. I’ve told you that, haven’t I?"

He nodded.

"The thing is, if you want me to keep trusting you to do things like not be exactly where you say you’re going to be, you have to keep earning that trust. That means being home on time, or a little early. It sure doesn’t mean losing track of time; understand me?"

Bryce nodded, his eyes wide and wet. I felt kind of bad. He hadn’t gotten teary when I’d told him he was getting spanked. He hadn’t even gotten teary when I’d reminded him he was ending a six-week run without a spanking. He got teary eyed when I pointed out that he’d let me down.

"C’mere, buddy."

The towel dropped to the floorboard as Bryce jumped forward to let me pull him into my lap.

After a moment, I turned to Tristan. Tristan knew he was in trouble, too. Because his mom and uncle both work long after he gets out of school, he and his cousin Doug both come over to my house after school until Dean can pick them up. Today Dean was working late, so they were eating dinner with us.

"Tristan, I know you knew the rules, but I don’t always expect you to obey them as tightly as I do Bryce. Do you want to wait and let your Uncle decide if you deserve a spanking or not?"

The poor kid looked miserable, but he shook his head, knowing that his uncle would almost certainly enforce my rules.

"I know I screwed up, Uncle Jack. I’d rather just get it over with."

I nodded, but before I could say anything, Bryce whispered to me.

"Dad, Tristan isn’t used to the paddle. Don’t paddle him. Please."

"Bryce," I said quietly back into his ear, "don’t you think he’ll feel bad if I spank you harder than I do him? Or are you trying to get out of me paddling you, too?"

He shrugged, but by the look on his face, I don’t think he’d considered that. He looked miserable, but after a few seconds he finally answered, still whispering, "You could spank me now, then paddle me some tonight."

"You think that’s fair?" I was surprised into saying aloud. He looked at Tristan, then nodded his head.

I thought about it for a second, then nodded. I bent down to pick up Bryce’s towel, then reached my hand out for Tristan’s and laid them both over the back of the front seat.

"I’m going to give you boys both a good spanking, then I’ll finish it with a taste of the paddle; understand?"

They both nodded.

"Good, then climb up on the seat and turn around."

"You’re gonna spank us here?" Tristan cried in protest.

"Sure am, now move."

Both of them climbed up to place their knees in the seat. As you can imagine with a family my size, even with the passenger van for full family trips, I’d chosen a large SUV for slightly smaller trips, like sports events. I’d really thought the Toyota Sequoia was ridiculous when I bought it, but it handles great, has room for seven riders, even if they’re Cal and his friends, and still has room for gear or shopping. It also has room for me to stand up, even if I have to stoop a bit. I’m not sure Tristan and Bryce were going to appreciate the last part too much in the next few minutes.

"All the way over," I said, taking Tristan by his hips and lifting him, so his upper hip bone rested on the top of the second row bench seat, and he had to shove his hands down into the seat of the next bench to keep from falling. Bryce looked at him, then heaved himself up to take the same position.

I started gently rubbing, finding their skin clammy—a little cool and slightly damp. I was using my left hand to rub a back, my right to rub a bottom, and switching back and forth so each boy had a hand on him. I was about to start the spanking when I thought of something.

"Does this feel good, right now?"

"Yes, sir."
"Uh huh."

"Do you think I love you when I touch you like this?"

"Yes, sir," they echoed each other, Tristan knowing I loved him just as well as Bryce knows.

Suddenly my hand came up and smacked back down, once on each bottom, but it was spread wide and much harder than I normally spank. The clap was loud in the enclosed space and both boys yelped.

"Did that feel good?" I asked while I looked down at the handprints forming on each cheek.

"No!" they both agreed.

"But do you think I love you any less when I’m spanking you than when I’m giving you a rub?"

There was a long pause before Bryce said, "No." A second later, Tristan agreed with him.

"I hope you guys both remember that. I know it hurts bad when you get spanked; but I hope you always remember that I try hard to only spank you when you deserve it and that I do it because I love you and want you to learn to behave."

"I love you too, Uncle Jack."

"Me too, Dad. I’m sorry we messed up."

"Yeah."

"I am too, guys."

With no other warning, my hand started smacking down again, back and forth, mostly from boy to boy, but with no real pattern, not even which one would get the next swat. At first, I mostly worked around the edges, catching the sides and legs up with the first swat in the middle. Again and again my hand popped down on both bottoms. I was actually enjoying the difference in textures between Bryce’s small, hard, but still velvety bottom, and Tristan’s fuller, slightly softer one.

Both boys are used to spankings, and they were taking them pretty well at first. As pink turned to rose, both boys began to squirm a bit. Then their feet began to come up and drum against the edge of the bench. Soon enough, as rose continued to blush, they began making noise. At first it was just ‘ows’ and ‘ohs’, but they were quickly yelping and the occasional sob was escaping from them.

As rose became true red, the sobs were coming more frequently. Tristan sagged a bit as both feet came off the bench at the same time. Because they were leaning so far forward, they couldn’t wave their hands around, but their shoulders were jerking with each swat.

Finally Tristan broke and began to cry. As soon as his friend began to cry, Bryce moaned. It was loud enough that I could hear it clearly over Tristan’s sob, and wet as well. I dropped the pattern and placed several swats on Bryce’s lower bottom and upper legs until he was crying as well. A few more swats back and forth, and I was through with both of them.

"Hop up, guys."

I had to help them up from the awkward position, but neither of them resisted or tried to pull away. Tears were flowing down their faces, and they were still sobbing, though the crying faded quickly. They both reached instinctively for their burning backsides, but I warned them not to rub.

"You listening?" I asked after a moment.

They both nodded.

"Get your towels wrapped around your waists, get your clothes, and go inside. Throw your clothes in the dryer, then go to your room and get the paddle. I’ll be right behind you."

I shut the door to the SUV as they ran outside. There’s a short, covered walkway from the garage to the utility room. Technically it’s exposed to the public, but the way the house faces the street, you almost have to be in our driveway to see anything at all. They wouldn’t have been the first boys to make that run naked, but I didn’t think quite that much lesson was needed here.

I flipped off the garage light and hit the utility room as they were turning the dryer on. I hadn’t intended it, but they’d put the towels in with the clothes and were now standing naked, their little red bottoms shining. I think they were both still sobbing a bit as they turned and ran. At least they’d had the sense to go the long way, through the living room, rather than through the dining room where the family was still gathered.

By the time I followed them to Bryce and Van’s bedroom, they were on the far side by the spanking chair, with Bryce holding his paddle.

"Over here, boys," I told them as I stepped over to Bryce’s bed. "I’m going to do you both at once so we can get this over with and go eat."

I don’t think anything but a pardon would have made them happy, but Bryce seemed a bit better off at the idea he wouldn’t have to wait.

I pointed over to the bed and told them, "Bend over."

Instead of bending, they just lay down over the side.

"Nope. Stand up… straight. Spread your legs a little."

When both of them were standing straight, I put my hand on the lowest part of Tristan’s belly, with my thumb resting over his navel.

"Bend over from here." Tristan did, keeping his legs straight this time. "Now, put your elbows on the bed and look at the wall."

The boy was in nearly perfect position. Bryce looked at him for a second, then did the same thing.

I lifted the paddle. Even though they were in schoolboy position, I wasn’t planning on trying for a homerun. I lined up, and with just a bit of wrist and elbow action, popped the paddle against Bryce’s rump.

"OW!" he yelped.

Tristan replied the same way with his swat.

By the time we’d reached their bedroom, their sobs had been only a little sniveling, but they were quickly crying again as I added two more of the stingers, trailing down their little bottoms.

As has been said, ‘The first shall be last’, and I gave Bryce one extra swat, aimed to land right across his sit spots, after giving Tristan a third swat. It was a real burner, and he howled when it landed. Both boys were having a pretty good cry, though they were far from bawling, and the color of their bottoms said they were going to be hot and uncomfortable for a while.

"Stand up."

They both climbed to their feet and turned to look at me, questioningly. When I dropped the paddle and spread my arms, they launched themselves into the hug. After a second, Tristan pushed back from me.

Tearfully he asked, "Can we rub now?"

"Yes," I replied, unable to resist a smile, "you can rub now."

After another squeeze and a whispered, "I really am sorry," Bryce broke away and began his own little fire dance.

"When you two have the fires under control, go wash up and come eat."

"Can we put some clothes on?"

I turned to look at them and thought about saying no. On the other hand, getting caught in the rain only had a very little bit to do with why they were in trouble.

"Yeah, you can get dressed first."



It was just after 7:30 when Dean arrived to pick up his son and nephew. Tristan looked very sheepish when he greeted his uncle.

"Something wrong?" Dean asked the tow-headed boy.

"Uncle Jack had to spank me today."

"He did, huh? Wha’dja do?"

"Stayed out way too late and weren’t where we were supposed to be."

I hadn’t actually spanked for the second part but didn’t correct him."

"Does he still spank harder than I do?"

Tristan nodded firmly.

"Well," Dean replied, reaching out to tousle the boy’s hair, "you’re going to learn to toe the line around here if you want to be able to sit down."

"Uncle Jack let us eat dinner in the kitchen so we could stand up."

Dean snorted laughter before tousling Bryce’s hair and escorting his two to the car.



I’d just finished tucking Van in when Bryce stepped out of the bathroom, skin still flushed from his shower.

He came over and wrapped his arms around my waist, shoving his face into my chest.

"Are you ready to finish paddling me now, Dad?" he managed to squeak after a bit.

I pulled back and looked at him in surprise.

"You said you’d paddle me some more later so you didn’t have to spank Tristan so hard," he explained almost in a whisper.

"So I did. Hand me your briefs and go get the paddle."

The poor kid was nearly trembling as he obeyed me.

While he walked over to get the paddle, I turned back his covers and pulled down the sheet.

When Bryce returned, I took the paddle from him.

"Up on the bed. On your belly," I added, managing to only sound a bit exasperated.

When he was flipped over, I explained, "Up on your knees a bit and spread your legs."

His little bottom was surprisingly red, probably renewed by the hot water from the shower. I looked up and motioned at Van to lie back down, waving the paddle at him in threat. When Bryce was positioned correctly, I leaned over, lifted the paddle, then brought it down against his cheeks with a soft ‘pat’.

Bryce looked up at me in shock. I dropped the paddle on the headboard and pushed him over.

"I think you already had enough for today. You made a mistake, and you’re going to be very careful about it next time. Especially when you’re with Tristan. Right?"

He nodded.

I leaned over and kissed him. "Goodnight then, Bryce. Sleep tight."

"Good night, Dad," the naked boy replied as I pulled the sheet up over him. "I love you."





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