A Memory Man Production
You are a closet spanko. You are also blessed/afflicted with a dearly loved feisty and mischievous son, Ronan. Ronan, a wiry athletic kid who has recently passed his thirteenth birthday is still subject to spanking when needed, which happens to be is fairly often.
You fear you are really a closet spanko and you have to discipline yourself to limit Roan's punishments since it is always a thrill for you to take Ronan across your lap, for your hand to appreciate the contours of his delightfully resilient pert and slightly dimpled white cheeks and to sense them bouncing around under the impact of your punishing hand, reddening progressively as you spank away with a cadence that allows the sting from each smack to register before applying the next. But then - that's your little secret.
Ronan, on his part takes his hidings quite well. When he's been caught and taken to task he bravely admits that he deserves to be punished and co-operates by baring himself and climbing across your lap. Not particularly stoic he cries readily and afterwards flies to embrace you in a hug clinging tightly and sobbing apologies as your free hand gently soothes his burning cheeks as he calms down.
Ronan's football team has just won the league and today you waive his routine curfew to attend the party at the club, just a ten minute walk away. The party is due to end at around 9pm and you tell him to come straight home afterwards. You expect some overrun but when he's not home by ten you start to get concerned. You decide to go and look for him and as you set out at 10.15 meet him a few strides down the road.
Hi Dad! He greets you jovially. "Nothing to worry about, some of us just called in at Matt's on the way back."
Once inside you catch a whiff of his breath and understand his apparent lack of concern at his lateness. It would seem that Matt's parents were not at home at the time; and whilst Ronan is clearly not drunk he is - let's say, ......rather uninhibited.
He stares blankly at you as you start to chew him out but when you start to probe the source of the alcohol he suddenly cuts across your questions and stuns you remarking "Oh c'mon dad, I only had the one can. I know you get off spanking me so you may as well just cut the cackle and get on with it."
Mortified; you stop mid sentence and stare at him for a few moments. You feel yourself starting to blush as all sorts of thoughts and questions fly through your mind. You need to respond and, embarrassed you go for damage limitation.
"If that's what you think you can be grounded with no TV and do all your mother's housework for a week instead."
Ronan looks dismayed and replies. "I didn't mean it like that Dad and honest I've never told anyone about it. Look! I play spanking games with Matt and Jeff and its a great turn-on for me having their bums wriggling round on top of my ...er willy as I spank them red but I really hate getting it when its my turn; even though they don't spank anything like as hard as you do and none of us ever cry."
Then he starts unfastening his jeans.