Shawn Vance moved his head from beneath the spray of water that shot from the shower head. Had he heard someone calling his name? The sound wasn't repeated, so Shawn resumed the enviable task of rinsing his beautiful, tanned teenaged body. He had almost finished when the shower curtain was suddenly pulled open. Shawn, looking up and recognizing his father, began to call "Dad!" Before he completed even that one syallable, Barry grabbed his younger son by the ear and pulled him from the shower stall. "Get in here!" he commanded, yanking Shawn from the bathroom into the bedroom shared by the two Vance boys.
Despite his surprise, Shawn guessed that his dad had just gotten home from baseball practice for the actors' team, since Barry still wore his cap, sweat shirt with the sleeves rolled up, jeans and sneakers. He noticed the angry look on his father's face (one didn't appear there often). Finally, and more distrurbingly, he observed the paddle in his dad's hand.
Barry released his son and thrust him into the center of the room. Shawn, completely naked, dripping wet, stood there baffled, fearfully eyeing the object his father held. He thought, "Dad's so mad he's even got the wrong paddle!" The board Barry held bore the word "Chip" across its broad blade. Its twin, labelled with the word "Shawn" hung downstairs in Barry's den, prominently on a wall where they acted as a reminder for the boys to keep in line, and where Barry could easily get to them when he needed.
"Dad!" Shawn finally built up the courage to ask, "What's the matter?"
Barry glared. "You know very well what's the matter, son!" In explanation, he handed Shawn a note which he had held wadded in his fist.
Shawn took the paper and began to read. "We regret to inform you that today your son was caught cheating on his math test..."
Smack! Shawn howled "Ow!" and dropped the note. His dad had struck a fierce blow with the paddle to his son's left butt cheek.
The fact that Shawn's butt was, of course, bare, assured that the smack really stung. The fact that his butt was also wet increased the sting considerably.
Shawn's hands shot around to rub his tingling behind. "That's not about me, Dad!"
"You don't expect me to believe it's about Chip, do you? He's never cheated on a test in his life!"
With that, Barry, his arm powered by the burst of anger, presented his son's other cheek with a vigorous smack of the paddle.
Smack! Drops of water flew from Shawn's butt.
"Ow! No more, Dad! I didn't even have a test today!"
"Don't tell me what to do! Now bend over. You've got plenty more coming!"
"Please, Dad! It's not fair! I didn't do it!" Shawn wailed and backed away.
Barry bellowed, "Not only do you cheat, you can't even take your punishment like a man! Now bend over, Shawn!"
Shawn gave his father an anguished stare, and seeing the wrath in his face, realized that however unjust this paddling was, he had better do exactly as his dad ordered. He obediently turned and bent over to grab his ankles, presenting his dad with a handsome bare butt, already decorated by two pink ovals.
Barry didn't hesitate to take advantage of the target thrust beckoningly up toward him. He braced his right hand on Shawn's back (he was a southpaw) and with his left raised the paddle high.
Smack! This lick struck the very center of Shawn's butt, as Barry had intended.
"Yeow!" Shawn shot forward and clutched his burning behind with both hands. His private parts danced wildly. "That really hurt, Dad!" he bawled, tears forming in his eyes. Water still clung to his rear end and had contributed more than a little sting.
"Good!" Barry yelled. "Now back in position!"
Shawn's tears flowed as he resumed the stance to take his undeserved licking.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Barry struck three blows in a pattern - left cheek, right cheek, dead center. Shawn managed to keep himself from leaping forward again ( doing so would cost him another lick) but wasn't able to stop his now entirely red butt from bobbing up and down in pain. The motion of the target didn't faze Barry a bit - he smacked Shawn's butt exactly where he wanted each time.
Smack! Smack! Smack! The licks kept coming in groups of three. Shawn bawled continuously like a baby. By now Barry had not only completely dried his butt but warmed it to an alarming degree.
Barry's anger never lasted long, and the exertion of paddling had expended most of his wrath. He was a tender-hearted father, and the sound of his son's incessant crying and the sight of his well-blistered behind softened him further. He stopped the spanking, told Shawn "All right, that's enough," and tossed the paddle onto one of the beds.
Shawn slowly and painfully stood, and knowing he was now free to comfort his burning butt, did so. Barry surveyed his son's rubbings and jumpings with a little amusement but a great deal of sympathy. He at last asked, "Have you learned your lesson, son?"
Although the torment of his sore behind occupied most of his thoughts, Shawn worked up enough nerve to protest, "I didn't do it, Dad."
It was the wrong thing to say. Barry, enraged at his son's refusal to admit his misdeeds, flew into an even agrier fit than earlier. He put his hands on his hips. "That does it! I see I'm going to have to really give it to you, buddy boy!" He began unbuckling his belt.
Shawn's tear-filled eyes widened at the implications of this. Unfortunately for his two boys, Barry's skill lay more in leather than in wood. He folded the belt and grasped it firmly. "I was going to see to it that you didn' t sit down for two weeks, Shawn. But now I"m going to make it a full month!"
Shawn moaned. The belt on top of the paddle! "Oh, Dad, pleeease..."
But Barry had already once more grabbed his son's ear and whirled him around.
Crack! Shawn's tears and howls broke out afresh. Barry's belt on its own possessed a wicked sting. Delivered after the paddle to Shawn's tenderized tail, its effect was dramatic. Shawn's butt now displayed a band of red even brighter than the surrounding area.
As Barry strapped away, Shawn danced. Each lick of the leather made his body jerk forward, setting his little balls and _c_o_c_k_ bouncing. Barry held Shawn tightly, but moved along with his son. Thus they made a circle around the middle of the bedroom, Barry whipping all the while. The now numerous stripes on Shawn's butt glowed hotly in their criss-cross pattern.
Shawn had made several attempts to grab his fiery behind, but had caught himself in time all but once. His dad's belt struck his hands just as they reached his tingling tail, and, with a yelp, Shawn pulled them away immediately. Barry pronounced, "You just earned yourself another lick, mister!" Shawn howled.
After Barry had whipped Shawn around the room a few times, his fatherly feeling again prevailed. He looked down and noticed as if for the first time the damage he had done to number two son's butt, and Shawn's woeful crying really started to get to him. Barry was about to tell him that although the official punishment was over, he still had one more lick coming for trying to ward off one of his justly deserved licks. However, he happened to notice a vivid red stripe across the back of Shawn's right thigh, and remembered how pitifully the boy had cried out when this was applied. Barry simply asked, "Have you learned your lesson now, son?"
Shawn knew better than to do anything but wail, "Oh, yessir, yessir!"
Barry said soothingly, "Okay, then, I'm through," sat down on the nearest bed and dropped the belt beside him.
Shawn was in a true quandry. He wanted desperately to comfort his burning butt cheeks, but even the slightest touch to them made him wince. All he could do was hop around from one foot to the other and bawl.
To avoid seeing this somewhat agonizing spectacle, Barry picked up the fateful note and began trying to justify his actions. "The school called my office this afternoon and my secretary took this down." Barry read, "...he will have to spend an hour after school each day this week performing various cleaning duties... Well, that's not nearly enough punishment in my book, so..."
Shawn had stopped his capering. "Hey, Dad, if I had to stay after school, how come I'm at home right now?" he asked, almost accusingly.
Barry looked blank, and the first suspicion that he might have made a mistake crossed his mind.
Shawn continued, "And where's Mr Chip Perfect?"
Chip, in fact, appeared at the top of the stairs that very moment. From his vantage point, he could see only his fully naked brother standing in the doorway to the bedroom. He was approaching and something caught his eye. He stood directly behind Shawn, then leaned down and whistled. "Oowee, little brother! What happened to your butt? But why do I have to ask ? Dad, of course."
"Yeah, Dad!" Barry bellowed. Chip looked up and saw his father. He grinned. Chip may have suspected what all this was about, but he wasn't letting on.
"Maybe you can explain this?" Barry handed his older son the note.
Chip read it, and decided to try to swagger his way through. Sometimes Dad can be a real pushover. "Yeah, well, it's okay, Dad."
"Okay?!" Barry blurted.
"I didn't cheat for me, Dad. Wayne needed some help, so I let him copy..."
"And you call that okay?" Barry rose from the bed. Chip had miscalculated, and his carefree attitude had only further angered his father. "I just gave you brother not one but two good whippings for something he didn't do!"
"Hey, that's not my fault!"
Barry sighed. "No, it's not. But you're sure gonna get what's coming to you now!" He picked up the board marked "Chip". "It looks like I brought the right paddle after all! And I've got it good and warmed up for you, son!"
"Now, Dad..."
"And what's more, Chip, since you seemed to enjoy looking at your brother's red butt, I think it's only fair that he gets to see yours nice and red!" He pointed to Chip's pants. "Drop 'em!"
Chip made only a token protest before complying. He was two years older than Shawn and had good reason to fear that tone in his father's voice. He was also well aware of his guilt and knew he had this coming. Chip also figured that if he cooperated fully, his dad might go easier on him, although under the circumstances, this was unlikely.
During this exchange, Shawn, without missing a word, had fetched a towel and wrapped it around his waist. As Chip was beginning to unzip his jeans, Shawn suddenly thought, "Hey! I had all my clothes off when Dad whipped me!" He was wondering if he should call this signficant detail to his father's attention when...
"Hey!" Barry said. "Shawn had all his clothes off when I whipped him. Know what that means, Chip? It means yours come off too! Everything!"
Chip hesitated, and Shawn couldn't resist saying, "You heard Dad, Chip. Take off all your clothes!" Chip gave his brother a baleful glance, but just the same started to undress.
Barry tapped the paddle impatiently against his leg as he watched his son strip down. Chip was revealing a body that was at least as golden brown and beautiful as Shawn's. When, with great reluctance, he pulled off his cotton briefs, the white band around his middle was the only contrast to his California boy tan. Shawn felt that even the flimsy towel he wore was a great comfort compared to Chip's total nakedness. Tsk, tsk, big brother!
"Now bend over," Barry commanded.
Chip was stooping when his dad said, "Oh, no. This way!" and whirled him around. Chip bent over again, realizing that his bare butt was perfectly presented to his younger brother.
Barry, paddle in hand, stood beside Chip and asked Shawn, "Can you see all right, pal?"
"Oh, sure, Dad!" Shawn answered brightly. What he could see was Chip's snow-white butt. Fix that, Dad.
"Fine, because this is going to be good!" Evidently Dad intended to.