Sure enough, just as I predicted, Dad gave his two 'boys' a spanking before we went to bed that night. He had taken me aside earlier in the day and asked how I had liked the hand spanking that he had given me.
"It was great, Dad," I said, "a real change of pace. It made me feel like a little kid again."
"I know that I spanked you in an area that I normally don't," Dad said, "did either you or the kid mind that?"
I laughed at that. "Dad, you can't begin to believe what that felt like, it was incredible."
Dad smiled and said, "I thought you might like that, I figured it would sort of sensitize the area for the games I just knew that you two would be playing."
I'll have to say that my jaw dropped. I had always heard about that happening but never experienced it myself. I closed my mouth with a snap and just looked at him. "How long have you known that I was gay?" I asked.
He chuckled and said, "I kind of figured you might be way back when I caught you playing doctor with Billy," he said, "you were pretty intent when you were checking out his bottom hole, you know. At your ages you should have either gone beyond curiosity with that area of the body or had great interest in it, depending on your slant. I have a feeling that there would have been a bit more going on if I hadn't showed up when I did. Not only that but I also saw you and some of your friends playing with each other over the years."
"Then why did you almost paddle the hide off of me?" I asked, "That was maybe an over response to what we were doing."
Dad squirmed a little bit, first time I ever saw him do that. "I guess that no father wants to admit that his son might be gay," he said, "I thought maybe spanking the tar out of you might make you change your mind."
"Nope, sorry Dad, didn't work," I replied. My father knew I was gay, that was interesting indeed.
As I said, Dad gave both of us a spanking that night after we had sat around and talked for a while, a genuine, bare naked, across the knees with his hand spanking. He made darn sure to sensitize the area afore mentioned, spanking our cracks and the contents of same all nice and hot. It was two very horny, red bottomed boys that went up to my bedroom that night. I won't go into great detail of what occurred in my bedroom, suffice it to say that we soothed each other most thoroughly, a couple of times apiece. We fell asleep in my bed snuggled up together.
We shared the bathroom the next morning and then shared the shower. That is the great thing about having the old fashioned type shower built into a bathtub, you have lots of room for two people inside of it. Of course we made sure that both of us were nice and clean, washing each other in all the important areas. Finally we got out of the shower, dried off, and made our way downstairs still just dressed in our skins. Dad didn't even raise an eyebrow at seeing two grown men sitting at the table in the nude, I guess he was enjoying the game as much as we were. It is kind of funny, though, I would never, ever have thought of coming downstairs in the raw when I was younger but then again, Mom was still around in those days and most teenage guys do have a bit of shyness involved with the opposite _s_e_x_. In our society we have to pretty much get used to being seen naked by other guys but not women at all.
We did get dressed after a bit though our pants didn't stay up very long for both of us balked at getting the second tree cut up and brought home. Dad explained with his belt for a while on our bare bums just why we had to help out with the chore and both of us had problems getting our willies into our pants when he was done we were so hard.
This second tree was a monster and took four trips back to the shed before we got done. Dad had to 'tune us up' a bit after each trip, smacking our bums with the belt while we laid over the tailboard of the wagon. As before he let us take the last trip back into the woods by ourselves and we took full advantage of that, thank goodness I brought a big package of condoms and lots of lubricant. Just for the fun of it we took each other over our knees and gave each other a few swats with our hands because we were being such bad, bad, boys and fooling around on the job. As spankings go these weren't very much but boy, weren't they fun! I hadn't spanked anyone since I was a youngster and we were having an initiation ceremony for some stupid club or another and it was fun to be looking down on the kid's bum sticking up over my knees and I'm sure that he got a kick out of spanking me as well. Not only that but the soothing afterwards was wonderful.
Spanking the kid brought me back quite a few years and I realized that I must have liked getting my bum tanned even back then. Now, I never did enjoy my times over Dad's knees in the woodshed while he paddled my ass sore and raw but a play spanking was a lot of fun. Somehow every 'club' that we kids would start would always involve a certain number of bare ass spanks over the other club member's knees as an initiation and although I can't say that I ever really got into spanking someone else I was more than willing to do so if it would assure that I'd get my own behind warmed up. I also recall there were a lot of circle jerks after everyone was initiated into the clubs as well for all of us guys would end up sporting pretty good erections by the time we got done.
I was telling the kid about my childhood and teenage clubs and what you had to do to join them and then asked what he thought about spanking me.
"It certainly gives a guy a sense of power," he said, "seeing your bare backside up on top of my knees and knowing that it was mine to spank in any way that I want to is a bit of a kick, I'll have to say that for sure. I'd like to try it sometime when you haven't been spanked all weekend so I can see it turn from white to red myself."
"I'm sure that can be arranged," I laughed, "we can't visit Dad every weekend, you know. We'll wear the poor old boy out. I don't think that he's given so many spankings since I was about sixteen or so."
Boy, that was a summer to remember! I was between the ages of sixteen and seventeen and of course knew everything there was to know and was constantly testing my limits and Dad was just as constantly reminding me that I was still nothing but a boy, true, a larger one, but a boy none the less. I think that summer I spent almost as much time with my pants off as with them on and I don't think my behind ever really turned back to it's natural creamy white color for the entire season. It was one of those times that my ass was either red or just about to turn red again, I got spanked that much.
I wasn't doing anything malicious or particularly nasty, just pushing and pushing the limits all the time. I had a nasty tendency to speak before I thought about what I should be saying and got tanned many, many times because of giving lip to my mother or dad. It finally took two full blown butt blisterings in a matter of a few hours to get me to fly right again and behave like a somewhat civilized person.
It all started with Mom getting on my case about cleaning my bedroom. I was happy with the way it was but she considered it a pig pen and told me to get it cleaned up. I said something like 'I'll clean it when I'm darn good and ready to' and needless to say, when Dad found out we took a trip out to the shed for a long, rather painful father and son talk. My behind was still a bit sore from a spanking about three days before and it didn't take long for me to be bawling like the overgrown kid that I was. Of course I had a nice jerk off in my corner afterwards and then got dressed and left the shed.
I was desultorily poking around in my bedroom, more moving the junk around than actually cleaning up when Mom appeared at the door and told me that I wasn't getting an awful lot done. Once more the mouth kicked into gear without the brain being engaged and I told her that I was doing the best I could and to get off of my case.
She did, Dad didn't. The paddling I got after that made the first one feel like pat the baby and it just lasted and lasted for a horrible long time. On top of the spanking just a short time ago this one felt like all the hide was being burned off of my ass entirely and I lost it entirely, bawling and peeing all over the place. I was even too sore to want to jerk off afterwards and just stood facing the woodpile in the corner for a long, long time before sneaking into the house still naked and throwing myself on my bed and crying myself to sleep. They always say 'you won't sit down for a week' and this time it just about worked out that way my bottom hurt so much. I got much better behaved after that, Dad had promised that I'd get my ass tanned until I did and I sure didn't want to get two spankings in a row again!
I decided against telling the kid about those spankings, I didn't want to scare him off completely. The spankings that Dad was giving us now, except, of course, for the paddlings, were really just for fun. Back when I was a kid they might have hurt enough to cry because of but not now, all they did was make me terribly horny. I knew that the kid was getting into the game as well and didn't want to tell him how those two back to back spankings left me so sore that I almost cried going to the bathroom for a few days it hurt so much to bend the skin on my butt. He's had his butt tanned pretty hard but not that hard.
It was pretty late by the time we got that firewood back to the house and stacked in the shed. The shed was as full as I'd ever seen it and most likely would last Dad for about five years the amount of wood he burns today. Of course there was still plenty of room around the chopping block, that area and my corner were much to important to fill up with mere firewood.
Dad took us out to supper that night, driving us to a local restaurant in his elderly Jaguar 3.8 litre sedan, the darn car is about six years older than the kid for goodness sakes! Now you see where I get my taste in autos, Jags were always one of Dad's little luxury items and he bought this one brand new. You wouldn't know it to look at it from the outside but Dad had had someone sneak the beefed up engine from an E-type into it and that stodgy looking buggy would flat out fly! Not that a stock Jag sedan was a slow poke.
The restaurant is known both for its great food and quirky decor, it is a converted farm house with about six small dining rooms and the items used for decoration are a bit on the strange side to say the least. A couple of men own the place, one takes care of the kitchen and the other the various dining rooms and I believe they are more than just partners in the business. The name of the restaurant is 'The Scarlet Hind' but I always felt that 'The Scarlet Behind' would be more appropriate from its unusual items of furniture that are on display.
The oddity in decor hits you right off the bat as you walk into the vestibule for there is a heavy wooden post that runs from floor to ceiling that is just loaded with pegs for you to hang your coat and hat on. There is a chain around it up toward the top that seems to do nothing until you look closer and see that there are some manacles at the end of the chain, this is the actual whipping post from the prison a few towns over! The guys just added the pegs to it and laughingly say that it is quite usable for guests that don't tip well.
All around the place, tucked in little corners are treasures like this, here a genuine pair of stocks, there a pillory. Nothing obtrusive at all, it is more like just a couple of guys displaying their personal collection. In one room is what appears to be a much oversized sawhorse that has been made into a small end table, what it actually is is a whipping horse that used to be used in a boy's reform school. In practice they were strapped down over this thing in a bent over position to get their asses whipped with a heavy leather strap, you can still see the holes in the legs that the tie downs went through.
Most folks won't recognize these things, except maybe for the stocks, everyone's seen pictures of those things and the owners don't go out of their way to talk about them. Once they know you they might gleefully tell you what they were and how they were used but to out of towners they just say that they are odd antiques that they picked up over the years. Oh, by the way, the food is terrific here!
We happened to get seated in the room with the spanking horse and of course my father had to point it out to the kid and explain what it was used for.
"You know," said Dad, "I almost came over here a few times to ask permission to take measurements on that thing so I could build one of my own but never did. Maybe I should now that I have two kids to take care of." Dang it all, thank goodness I was sitting down, my willie started to rise and leak precum as usual when a spanking was mentioned.
"I don't know why, Dad," I said, "you do a pretty darn good job over your lap."
"It might suprize you," he answered, "but you aren't getting any lighter. You've been pretty heavy since you were about 16 or so but at least you are well behaved enough when getting a licking that I never felt the need to restrain you at all. Maybe it is time for a change, is all."
Just then the owner of the place came into the room with our drinks. "Is there anything else I can get for you?" he inquired. I guess Dad was going to take this one all the way.
"Yes," said Dad, "would you mind if I come over someday when you are closed and take measurements on that fine piece of furniture." Dad waved his hand at the spanking horse.
The owner started to laugh. "I'll be right back," he said and left the room. In a few minutes he came back with a computer print out in his hand, about six to eight pages thick. He handed it to Dad.
"You won't believe how many times I've been asked that same question," he said, "finally I got a friend of mine that is good at such things to draw up a blueprint of the thing and I have also included a history of it and the accessories that used to go along with it. Enjoy!" He was laughing as he left the room to get our dinner order going.
Dad handed the papers to me for he had left his reading glasses at home. It did have great drawings and measurements of the spanking horse as well as details of construction, I could see that Dad was going to have a great time building this thing, he'll most likely make it out of walnut and mahogany! I turned the page and came to a picture and dimensions of the tool they used to use to discipline the boys at the school as well as punish.
It was a leather strap mounted on a wooden handle. The working end of the thing was about 18 inches long by 2 and a half inches wide and looked like it was quite thick as well. The leather was inset into a sturdy wooden handle large enough to be possibly used with two hands as well as one. My fanny twitched just looking at the thing.
The next page had a history of the bench. It seems that it came from what they used to simply call a reform school, plain and simple. No home for troubled youth, no detention center, it was a reform school and the boys were there for punishment plain and simple. Rules were many and infractions of the rules were dealt with swiftly and surely with strokes of the strap on the bare buttocks of the offender. For minor infractions the crime and punishment was taken care of by the guard at hand, he carried a smaller, lighter version of the strap and was allowed to apply up to two dozen swats upon the bared backside of the offender. Boy being punished like this were required to drop pants and underwear to the ground and bend over and hold onto their knees and maintain the position until released by the guard. For more serious crimes the boys went for a ride on the horse. Funny thing, this whipping horse is quite like the ones used in adult prisons as well back when they knew that even a grown man can learn from having a leather strap applied to his naked ass.
It was referred to as a 'restraining frame' but all the boys called it the horse or the whipping horse or possibly the spanking horse depending on whether you thought getting your ass tanned with a heavy strap as a spanking or a whipping. In use the boy was tied down naked over the top of the thing, bent at the waist in almost a 'U' shape upside down with his legs fastened to the legs of the bench, spread wide. A broad leather strap went over his back above the crack of his ass to both restrain him and protect his back. His wrists were tied down to the opposite side as well.
Strokes were given by the dozen with one dozen being the lightest sentence, eight dozen being the heaviest and rarely used sentence. The strokes were applied to the backside and upper thighs of the culprit and about the only thing the spanker tried to avoid hitting was the boy's scrotum, any other spot was fair target.
A dozen strokes were enough to insure soreness upon sitting for a day or so, heavier sentences would guarantee sleeping on the belly as well for quite some time. After getting their punishment the boy's backsides would be washed down with an antiseptic solution to insure no infection would set in, said application to be repeated as needed.
Our dinner came about then and I put the pages aside. I was darn glad I was wearing dark pants because I knew from the feeling of things that I had soaked through my underpants with precum and most likely had a wet spot on my pants as well.
We didn't discuss our little games at all during supper but just enjoyed the meal. Between the main course and dessert I felt a need to make some more room for the coffee to come so I excused myself and went to the men's room, the kid trailing behind me as well.
I'll have to say one thing for the guys that owned this place, when they converted the old house into a restaurant they spared no expenses on the men's room anyhow. Most conversions like this have a simple toilet and sink in a closet, this was a full fledged toilet area with two urinals, a stall with toilet and a couple of sinks as well. The kid and I stood there side by side at the urinals trying to get the pee to flow out of still pretty stiff willies.
"Do you think that your father will actually make up that spanking horse?" asked the kid.
"Oh, sure," I replied, "and he'll do a great job on it as well. Once he has an idea in his head he won't let go of it. I bet that he finds or makes a strap to go with it as well."
"But why would he go through all that trouble when all he has to do is take us over his knees and whack our butts with the paddle?" the kid asked.
"You got to remember that Dad is pretty bored in his retirement," I said, "and now that he has found out that the three of us like to play this bad boy game he will go into it full steam ahead. Figuring out new ways to 'punish' us is just part of the game and this frame and strap are just grandiose enough to appeal to him. Don't worry, I'm sure that even using a strap to tan our hides he will still be really careful about hurting us too much."
The kid shook his penis off and put it away and then flushed the urinal. "Next thing you know he'll be building a spanking machine," he said.
"Don't even suggest it," I groaned, as I followed his lead and got zipped up, "I can just imagine what he would come up with." We washed our hands and returned to the table for coffee and dessert.
We sat around for a while after we got home, sipping on drinks and just chatting. When it got late Dad had another game that he wanted to play so he told us to go to bed but keep our underpants on. This was how I used to sleep when I was young and had decided that pajamas were little kid stuff. Of course when I hit about 15 or so I switched to sleeping in the raw, at least when there wasn't company in my room with me. When there was someone having a sleepover with me we used to keep our underpants on for modesty's sake. My mother's sense of modesty, not mine or my friends. Didn't mean we kept them on all the time, though.
I knew what game Dad was playing this time and the reason for the underwear, he would be up in a while to administer a 'sleeping pill' spanking. These spankings were so common that most of us boys didn't even consider them spankings, not real spankings anyhow. I can't say why but a hot fanny tended to make us go to sleep faster. All the fathers but one would give a sleeping pill spanking with their hand, that last father used his belt for every kind of spanking. It was pretty rare that we didn't get spanked during a sleep over regardless of whose house it was, it just seemed to be accepted practice.
Sure enough, we got into bed with our underpants still on and pretty quick Dad came up to my room and snapped the light on.
"I told you two to be quiet and go to sleep!" he said, "Now I'm going to give you something to make noise about!" He had the two of us get out of our beds and stand with our hands behind our heads, side by side. Dad then yanked both of our underpants down to the floor and told us to step out of them. He sat on my bed and pulled me down over his lap and spanked my bare butt with about fifty sharp slaps and put me back on my feet and then pulled down the kid and did the same to him. "You two be quiet and go to sleep now!" Dad repeated, "If I have to come up here again I'll be bringing the belt!" He left the room closing the door behind him loudly. That was a sleeping pill spanking, just enough to tell a kid that a lot more could come if obedience was not forthcoming.
The kid grinned at me. "What do you think?" he said.
"Heck, that was just a warm up," I replied, "I'm ready for the main event!" With that we both started to giggle like little kids. That had always worked for father bait in the past, still does.
Dad stormed back into my bedroom brandishing his belt and ordered us to lay down side by side on my bed with our bare behinds pressed up against one another's. I don't know how he did it but he managed to lay the doubled belt over all four upturned cheeks at once, laying a striped pattern from the top of our cracks to the bottom, switching sides about half way through the spanking. Of course any lashing type tool such as a belt will sting more at the very tip of the tool, it is moving faster, so to begin with it was my right hip that was catching the finale of the stripe, when Dad switched sides it was the kid's left hip that got the sting. The belt was quite flexible enough to sting everything in between as well.
As whippings go it wasn't much, just about right for a 'go to sleep now!' spanking, but it left our behinds tingling nicely. I decided to follow through with what would have resulted when I was a kid and had this kind of spanking occur.
Once Dad left the room and closed the door, threatening dire consequences if he had to return again this evening, we just lay there side by side for a while rubbing each other's behind as far as we could reach. Then, just as we used to do when I was young we carefully rolled over onto our backs and concentrated our rubbing onto something that was sticking out and begging for attention, I had the kid in hand, he had me. As in the past we tried to keep each other as hard as possible for the longest time possible before finally allowing each other to cum and when we did, oh, my did we cum! When we caught our breaths we sneaked down the hall, still bare ass naked, into the bathroom for a post cum pee and to clean each other up with a wet washcloth. Pretty much tired out from all our exertions we then went back to my bedroom and fell asleep in my bed all twined around each other.