The kid's car pulled up at 12:30 a. m. - an hour and a half past curfew. He and the girl got out and he walked her up to her front door. Just as they kissed good night, the porch light came on and the door opened. "Daddy!" she squealed.
Joe, a good-looking, powerful man in his late 30's stepped out onto the porch, dressed in pajamas and bathrobe. "Get inside, Darla - now!" She did.
"Not so fast, young man," his hand shot out and grabbed the kid by the shoulder, just as he was about to make a run for his car. "I think you owe me an explanation, and you can do it in my study." The man muscled the kid inside, down the hall and through a door.
The room was a real old-fashioned man's study - mahogany desk, walls lined with books, big leather chair behind the desk. He shoved the kid over in front of the desk, then carefully closed and locked the door. He turned to face the kid before he slowly dropped the key into his robe pocket. He sat in the leather chair.
Within a few minutes, the kid had gone through all his shtick - watch stopped, car stalled, etc. etc. - all lies.
Without a word, the man stood up, walked around the desk, grabbed the kid by the back of his collar and bent him forward over the desk. He held him in place with one hand in the small of his back while he assessed the situation.
The kid was wearing a T-shirt and jeans - very well-worn and faded jeans. In this position, his ass was prominently on display, his most striking feature. His tight jeans hugged his full, rounded asscheeks, the seam pulled deep into his crack. For a few moments he eyed the kid's rubbery cheeks appraisingly, as they flexed and wiggled in his futile attempts to free himself.
Suddenly, there was a loud "THWACK!!" as the man smacked the kid's right asscheek with his huge and powerful hand.
"YEOWW!!" the kid yelped. "Cut it out! That hurt!"
"WHAPPP!!" The man smacked the other cheek. For 5 minutes he alternated, while the kid yelped and bounced, yelling at him to stop. Soon he gave up on yelling and began begging.
Finally Joe stopped. "You were late. This is to make sure it doesn't happen again." He pulled the kid back up to a standing position and spun him around. "Understand?"
"Yeah, yeah. Sure. I understand. Honest - we'll never be late again. I just lost track . . ."
"NO EXCUSES!" The kid was wearing button-fly 501's - no belt. The man reached down with his free hand, grabbed the front waistband of the kid's jeans, and gave a jerk. The metal buttons popped - the sound of ripping denim filled the air - the front of the jeans gaped wide open. He turned the kid around and slammed him down on the desk again. This time he reached down and pulled the kid's jeans down over his ass to his thighs - exposing the cotton-covered mounds of his well-rounded teenage bottom.
He started spanking again - this time the cheeks bounced and jiggled more freely without the denim holding them in place. The kid squirmed around, trying to pull away from the spanking.
"Get that ass in the air! Now!" Another couple of superb smacks echoed through the room. "Get it up!" After 2 or 3 more smacks, the kid reluctantly lifted his ass up a little higher in the air.
"Good boy! Now keep it up there. Higher! Come on! You heard me!" More loud whacks. Finally the butt popped up as high as the kid could lift it. "Very good! You got the idea."
The man spanked steadily for several minutes. "OK, now it's bare-ass time."
"No!! Please! Don't!!"
The man reached down and effortlessly ripped off the kid's briefs, tossing them over his shoulder. The smooth pink cheeks popped fully into view. And the way he had his ass sticking up in the air, all his hidden treasures were also exposed. The kid tried lowering his ass, but after a little persuasion, he had it high in the air again, exposing his deep crack and his cute little pink rosebud to the man's contemptuous gaze.
Slowly Joe began spanking more specifically - along the unspanked portions of the insides of his cheeks, deep in his crack. Every few slaps, he managed to center one right on the kid's quivery little hole, causing him to squeal even louder. "Keep it up there now, or you'll get even worse. I'm warning you."
After several more minutes of excruciatingly targeted smacks, the man began to slow his pace and finally stopped. He released the kid and walked back to his chair.
Trying to control his sobs, the kid stood up and began rubbing his sore cheeks.
"Turn around while you do that. I want to watch."
The kid looked wide-eyed at the man and shook his head. "N-n-no. Why would you want me to do that?"
The man got up and started around the desk.
Quickly, the kid turned around and bent forward, shoving his ass in the direction of the man's face.
"Too late." The man grabbed the kid, bent him over the desk and whacked him another half dozen times - hard. Then he returned to the chair.
"OK, let's see it." The kid immediately straightened up and turned around, displaying his sore pink cheeks to the older man. "Come over here. I want to make sure you got enough."
"Oh, I did! I did! Please!"
"Get over here."
The kid moved over beside the man's chair as quickly as he could - the jeans were tight around his thighs and hobbled him a little.
"Bend over and grab your ankles."
After only a slight hesitation, the kid followed instructions.
The man reached out and slowly began to run his hands over the kid's well-spanked bottom. The buttocks were firm muscled, but the skin was soft and baby-smooth.
After a few minutes, he used his right hand to spread the boy's full buttocks and began running the fingers of his left hand up and down the deepest part of the kid's crack, directly over the quivering pink button of his asshole.
"How's it feel down here? Sore?"
"Yes! Yes! Real sore!"
The man pushed the tip of his forefinger into the kid's little hole. "Good. So now you know what'll happen next time you're late, don't ya?"
The kid was quick to agree - anything you say. The man rotated the finger a little in the kid's hole. "I don't know - that's not very convincing."
Finally, after some more probing and a little stretching, the kid managed to agree whole-heartedly enough to satisfy the man. He slowly pulled out his index finger, which was by now up the kid's hole all the way to the second knuckle. He watched as the sphincter began tightening up the little gap left as the finger was removed. In a matter of seconds, it was back to its former tiny dimensions.
"OK, you can cover it up now."
Gratefully, the kid stood up and painfully inched the jeans up over his full round bottom. They were so tight, he couldn't force the front closed anymore, now that the buttons were gone. He was forced to stand with one hand holding them as closed as he could, and with the other he tried (not entirely successfully) to cover his rather substantial _c_o_c_k_ and balls while the man lectured him on punctuality. For some reason - what with his self-consciousness about his bare dick, combined with the direct contact of his hand as he tried to conceal it - his _c_o_c_k_ began growing as the lecture continued.
The man enjoyed the boy's discomfort and prolonged the lecture until he saw that the kid's _c_o_c_k_ was rock hard, pointing straight at the ceiling. His hand barely covered half of it.
"Hey, what's going on there? You getting hard? You like getting spanked or something? Let's see - get those hands out of the way."
After a long pause, the kid finally moved his hands to his sides, fully exposing his huge, twitching hardon to the older man. "You can't leave here like that. What if somebody saw you? They'd think you were _f_u_c_k_ing my daughter, and we can't have that, right?"
By the time the kid was finally allowed to escape, he'd been forced to beat off in front of his girlfriend's father. Groaning and gasping, he'd started spewing cum, without having thought out where it would go. He tried to catch most of it with his hands, but it took him another 15 minutes or so of bare-ass crawling around on all fours before he managed to find and clean up all the spots on the rug.
The man escorted him out to his car. "Now you just pay real close attention to this butt of yours, OK? I think it'll be telling you to be very careful from now on. You're gonna be real good and obedient."
The kid nodded and agreed, desperate to get away.
"Remember, this ass is mine, now."
The man didn't have a lot of trouble with this particular kid from then on. He was a regular visitor to the man's den for another several months after this encounter. Of course, his daughter had switched to a new boyfriend long before that, but the man continued to keep this one in line.
For that matter, he had quickly gotten the new one in line, too. That study was a busy place over the next couple of years as his daughter worked her way through half the senior class jocks in her school (and a few college boys, too). And her daddy didn't object at all.