The night had turned pitch black as we drove south on the divided four lane section of the road. We were the only car visible in either direction in that still a bit balmy but slightly chilly night air. Every now and then a long distance truck driver appeared on the other side of the very wide median strip that separated our coming in directions. The isolated rest stop was still a good twenty minutes or more down the road and the evening air was not too chilly to pull in there and administer a little dose of dads medicine to this young mans bare bottom. Nothing like a bit of public exposure of his buns and a good look for me to insure this boy understood this life style he was entering was a serious one. And nothing wrong with spanking a boy in a rest stop either. After all, I had done so with Chris earlier in the summer at the same place. Why not with this new young man sitting so nervously beside me and still talking on?
The longer we had driven the more nervous this good-looking, tall young man who I already knew had never been properly spanked seemed. He was going on and on about the details of his flight, his hopes and expectations in his new job, and all the details of the place he has just left behind. In the darkness of the car, I just smiled at what I knew was his nervous reaction. And without any forewarning, I simply decided to increase his anxiety when I reached over and rested my hand on his upper thigh! That thigh tensed so tightly, I just smiled ever more broadly. He, in turn, made no mention of my hand now resting there; but he sure as heck came forth with an all new and rapid fire barrage of comments on the sports he enjoyed. Yea, strange as it seemed, here there sat beside me a young man who I was going to spank and bring into the family and he was barking out all kinds of stuff about sports! Although the dashboards lights cast an eerie blue pale across the front seat of the car where we were sitting, I could not help by look over to notice how red his face was with embarrassment. Or was it excitement? Moving my hand to over his basket it was obvious that it was the latter. The young mans _c_o_c_k_ was straining hard in his pants and begging for what was coming. He needed some attention after that long airplane ride and years of neglect. The rest stop up ahead seemed like it might be a good solution and a good time to bare him over my knees and spank him a good one. This boy needed one and even though he was talking away about irrelevant things, I knew it already.
Why not? Dads decide these things.
To be continued . . . soon