A Memory Man Production
You are the widowed father of four boys, 8yo Nick, 12yo twins Doug and Ernie, and Angus who will be sixteen in a few days. All the boys are spanked, but less often than they might be because you have a guilty secret; spanking them stimulates you. You love to feel the contours of their buttocks and to see them changing colour as your punishing hand turns them to a glowing red and as they twist and squirm around across your lap. Accordingly you are careful to reserve spanking as a final sanction but when you do spank you make it count and really wear them out.
Angus, your eldest was at one stage a right little tearaway who, in spite of your reluctance, spent quite a lot of time across your lap but now is growing into a trustworthy reliable young man, a serious student who readily lends a hand with the domestic chores and keeps an eye on his brothers in your absence. It is over a year now since you last spanked Angus and your relationship has moved from man/child towards a more adult one and you have (sadly) come to accept the likelihood that his firm pert bottom has bounced around across your lap for the last time. Some of your neighbours appear to share your view of Angus' maturity because he has developed a nice little earner baby-sitting their kids, "Getting paid to study" he laughingly calls it.
Today has been a fraught sort of day for you, the younger boys have been hyper all day and repeatedly ignored your warnings and remonstrations until you finally had enough and rewarded all three (and yourself) with an exemplary bed time spanking.
You leave them crying in bed and come downstairs to flop into a chair where Angus is watching TV. He turns and grins at you. "A good night for you there then Dad - all three of 'em."
"A good night?" You expostulate "Think I enjoy spanking them?"
His grin gets wider.
"Oh come on dad; when I was squirming around on your lap I could feel the massive hard you often had on beneath me."
You blush and splutter in confusion and he hurriedly carries on.
"It was OK; You are a hard spanker but you were always fair and I had to have been a right little shit before I copped it. Anyway I don't resent it 'cos I reckon now that I'm a chip off the old block"
Startled by that you ask. "What do yo mean by that? - - You've been spanking your brothers?"
"Nah! I don't really think I could do that; but you know what a right little brat Billy Pearson is. His dad knows it too, he's given me permission to spank him and he always drops me a decent tip on top of my fee. I've only spanked him once but Oh Boy!"
Angus' eyes were shining as he went on. "The little shit refused to co-operate and I had to wrestle his pants off and force him across my lap. His cries were like music and his arse was cherry red by the time I'd finished. "I'm going to tell my dad" he wailed, but when I told him I would tell his dad and I would also tell him he could find another sitter he went to pieces and started begging me; "Please don't Angus, I'll get the cane for sure."
I had to fight you all the way there, I told him, but get back over my lap yourself for a few more I wont. You know what dad? He went back over like a little lamb and gosh his arse was red hot when I rubbed it. I just gave him another six little smacks and let him up and he hasn't been any trouble since.
Then there's Landon. He's twelve now and one of the oldest I sit and he's a great kid; but one day when his cousin Keith was sleeping over I heard some funny noises after they'd gone to bed and when I went up to investigate they were both naked and playing cards for spanks.
"Don't tell Dad, or we'll get that" Lan pleaded, pointing to an old razor strop on the back of his door.
I wouldn't have told his dad anyway but I pretended to be thinking about it when Keith piped up "Please! .....You could spank us instead"
Lan was quick to follow "Please Angus; then you wont have to tell dad"
Well dad! What else could I do with two naked twelve year olds begging me to spank them. ? I took them over my lap and spanked their already pink little bums until they started to cry. Then when I'd stopped I had to make a dash for the bog.
Funny thing though dad, next time I sat for Lan he started playing me up and when I threatened to spank him he just giggled and said "Yes please." He told me I'm an awesome spanker, that after I'd spanked him and Keith their bottoms were really smarting and they'd had their best wank ever; they were still all tingly when they went to bed and he said it felt great with the sheets rubbing on them when they moved. "OK then get 'em down" I said - and he did and his little dick was hard when he climbed across my knees. So I spanked him hard until he was crying and he was still stiff when I let him up and he ran upstairs. I had a bit of a pole on too. Now he often winds me up deliberately until I spank him."
"Seems funny dad, why should a kid keep asking to be spanked until it hurts so much that he cries?" Angus asks turning to look you in the eye to say wistfully "I don't understand it; but then again you never stopped spanking me when I'd just started to cry and my bum was all smarting and tingly."
How will you respond? Will you take the bait?