"So what you're telling me, Dean, is that you have been a very naughty boy indeed."
"Yes Mr Bertram."
Dean was 13, nearly 14. Short for his age, but otherwise well proportioned, with short light brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. He looked cute, sitting opposite me in my study, in his light grey long trousers, white school shirt, red and black diagonally striped tie, black shoes and dark grey socks. The trousers were just a tad tight around the crotch, providing a soft bulge. His bottom too, I had noticed earlier, was sweetly small and nicely outlined and curvy.
"I think I should tell your father."
"Please don't Mr Bertram. I'll be grounded for weeks on end."
"Hmm. I never much approved of grounding, Dean," I said.
"Don't you, Sir? Why?"
"It makes the punishment too long drawn-out. I prefer the old-fashioned method. The bare bottom spanking."
"Bare bottom!" Dean's eyes opened wide. "Wow!"
"Used to be quite common," I said. "Dad used to strip me and spank me in front of the whole family."
"Ooh!"
"But it's not done now."
"Sounds better than being grounded."
"But very embarrassing."
"Yes. I wouldn't like it, but.... I still think it's better than what my parents do."
"Ah yes, your parents. I must..."
"Sir... ?"
"Yes."
"Instead of telling my parents, couldn't you spank me...?"
"I don't think your parents would approve of that..."
"They're not going to know, Sir. I'm hardly going to tell them, am I?"
"True.." I pretended to stop and think, "but if I was going to do it, I'd want to do it like it happened to me. In front of someone else, to make it more embarrassing."
"Who?"
"Oh, I'd find someone."
"When?"
"Sometime tomorrow, Saturday. When could you come round?"
"Mum and Dad are out all day."
"OK, say two in the afternoon, in your uniform, like now."
I half expected him not to turn up, but he arrived on time and I had Arthur in the kitchen. Arthur is considerably older than me, in his sixties, with old fashioned views about boys and spanking. Balding and bespectacled, he also had a liking for the subject, particularly in relation to youngsters.
"Well Dean," I said, having effected the introductions, "you are still prepared to be stripped and spanked?"
He looked shy and nervous, shifting from one foot to the other, "Yes Sir."
"I see. What shall we do first, Arthur?"
"I think we should look at his little arse, David."
"Good idea, Arthur."
"Come up here, Dean," Arthur said. Arthur was at one end of the rectangular wooden table. He moved his stool backward a little.
Dean looked at me.
I nodded.
Dean went to Arthur.
"Now face away from me, looking along the table, your thighs right up against the table edge."
I joined Arthur behind Dean. "Spread your feet so they're just inside the table legs," I ordered.
He did so.
"Now lean forward across the table, holding the table on each side with your hands."
Dean's bottom made a wonderful sight, his trouser seat completely taut.
"This is a nice little butt," Arthur said, reaching forward and giving one cheek a little pinch.
Dean jumped up in indignation. "Hey! That's my arse, leave it alone!"
"You want me to talk to your parents instead?" I asked coolly.
"No, but..."
"Then it's not your arse any more, it's ours, Dean, and we can embarrass you how we like. Understand?"
"Yes but..."
"Not yes but, yes sir."
"But."
"Yes Sir."
His resistance collapsed as fast as it had arisen. "Bend back over as your were before."
"Yes Sir", he muttered - and stretched back over the table.
"Looks a good arse, David," Arthur said, stroking one buttock, "Have a feel with me."
We both squeezed and probed Dean's little bottom.
After a while, I motioned to Arthur to stop. "Who owns your bottom this afternoon, Dean?" I asked.
"You do, Sir." He said quietly.
"In fact who's in charge of all your body?" I asked, patting his bottom gently."
"You."
"That's correct. Good boy. I'm glad you understand now. Would you like an orange juice?"
"Yes please, Sir."
"Fine," I said, "Let's all have a little drink, but first take off your shoes please."
"My shoes?" Dean asked nervously.
"Yes, your shoes. Take them off please."
Dean removed his shoes. We had some drinks and biscuits.
Drinks finished, we had Dean lie on the table on his back and sat on each long side of the table, opposite each other at the level of his waistline. That tidy little bulge was still there in his crotch. "Before long, Dean," I said, "we'll have you completely naked."
"Naked!" he gasped, half-raising his head, "I thought..."
"Who's in charge?" I asked.
"Yes but.... Oh wow... naked."
"We're all men here, Dean," Arthur said. " all have dicks."
"And balls," I added.
Dean flushed.
"Let's have these socks off," I said, pulling one sock straight off before Dean could even react. And then the other.
"Oh," he said. Just that. Oh.
Arthur reached across and undid his belt.
"Soon have these trousers down," I said, undoing his top snap.
Arthur unzipped his fly. "Nothing like a bit of fresh air for a boy's willy," he said, opening the trouser flaps wide and pulling up the front of Dean's school shirt to reveal his white briefs with that neat little bulge in them.
"Nice little bulge in your briefs," Arthur said shamelessly. "Bet it's quite long when it goes hard. How long does it get?"
Dean blushed some more. "Quite long," he said.
"At your age, I bet you often go hard. I did," Arthur said."Let's have these trousers of yours off. Help me Dave."
We hauled his trousers down and off his ankles. "Now," Arthur said, "let's unbutton this shirt. Dave, take off his tie, please."
As Arthur unbuttoned upwards from the bottom of Dean's shirt, I hauled off his school tie. When his shirt was fully unbuttoned, Arthur spread it wide. Dean was wearing a white T-shirt, tucked neatly into his briefs. "Sit up, Dean," Arthur said. Dean sat up and Arthur removed his shirt. "Now lie on your tummy," he said.
Dean turned onto his tummy, his head to one side. His bottom was now even more attractive, beautifully curved in the thin white cotton. As one, our hands went to the seat of his underpants to feel and probe, even a little between his thighs.
Dean moaned a little and wriggled a bit under our hands. Arthur eased his T-shirt out of his underpants, peeled it back to his shoulders and started to stroke his back while I went on playing with his butt.
"Turn back over Dean," Arthur said.
Dean didn't move.
Arthur brought his hand down hard on the seat of Dean's undies. Dean yelled and turned over. No soft bulge any more - a hard shaft, tenting his pants upward. Arthur defly pulled down his briefs. I jumped to assist him and soon they were off his ankles. he tried to cover his dick, but we moved his hands clear and pulled off his vest. He was naked and at our mercy.
Arthur had Dean move closer to one end of the table, then clench his knees upto his chest and hold them there. He smacked each spread arsecheek three times, then I did the same.
We had him step down from the table, his dick only half hard now, and took him to the living room, where we had him sit astride the back of a settee on a cushion, his legs dangling on each side, then made him lean right forward, so his arse was at the end of the settee back. We took it in turns to get his arsecheeks good and red.
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