"C'mon Gino, time to get up for school Hon" his mother called up to him. Gino was just entering the 8th grade. He was 13 and while he was a good student he hated to get up in the morning.
"I don't feel good. I wanna stay home today" he hollered down the stairs. "Oh not another year of this" my wife sighed. I was now working second shift at the plant and saw first hand what she meant about him not getting up for school. And I was determined this was going to change. I needed a plan and I had a good one.
"Look sweetie, you get Maria up for school and let me handle Gino" I suggested. "Fine by me" she said as my 10 year old daughter bounded down the stairs. I went up to Gino's room. "What's the matter sport"? I asked my son. He was still in bed, under the covers. "I don't feel good dad" he said. I went over and put my hand on his forhead. "You DO feel a little warm" I said, deciding I'd let him think I was playing the game. "Maybe I need to take you to see Dr Whitman.?" He turned and looked at me.. "Na, you don't have to. I'll be ok by tomorrow." He was never happy to see Dr Whitman. Dr Whitman was his pediatrician and a woman and now that he was into puberty he was uncomfortable seeing her. I had decided to make a change for him by his next doctor visit but had not yet told him and right now the doctor was my trump card.
"Well son I'll be right back". I knew exactly what I was going to do. I went and got the old rectal thermometer knowing he would make a fuss having his temp taken like a baby. I got that and the vaseline and went back to his room, closing the door behind me. "I need to see if you DO have a temp and if so we'll know what to do." I started to pull back the covers and he rolled over and looked at me. "What are you doing dad? It goes in my mouth." "Not this one Gino. The last time I talked with Dr Whitman she advised me that the best way to take an accurate temperature is in your bum." This was a lie as I'd never asked he but I knew Gino didn't know that. "Now that IS the way I'm going to do it. Or we can take you to her and have the doctor do it." I knew he'd never want that.
"Dad I guess I don't feel so bad afterall. I'll get up now for school" he said pulling back the bed covers and standing up. "Gino, I am your father. And I must be sure you are not sick. Now I am going to take your temp OR we go to the doctors. Which is it going to be?" I knew I had him over the proverbial barrell. Gino knew that to lie or admit a lie would most likely warrent a spanking. If he was really sick he would not have been so quick to decide he was ok. I was determined to play this out to the end and make sure he didn't pull this again, especially on his mother when I went back to first shift and would not be home. "Ok but can you take it in my mouth PLEASE? It was clear he was concerned. "Son, I told you how this is to be done and the sooner we get it done the sooner you can either get back to bed or go to school. Now lie down and relax." Reluctantly Gino lay down next to me on the bed. I opened the vaseline jar and stuck the head of the thermometer in it for lubrication. I then reached over and pulled down the back of Gino's underpants. His cheeks were very tight and in the position he was in it was impossible to insert the thermometer.
"Gino, I need you to open your bum for me." He did it a litle bit but still not enough to insert the thermometer. I then pulled his underpants all the way down and off. He was clearly not prepared for this. "Hold still son" I told him and slid my hand between his knees to gently have him open his cheeks. He still was holding his cheeks tight. I gave him a little slap to make him relax only to have him tighten all the more.
"This is not working Gino. Stand up son." No please dad keep trying or take it in my mouth please. "I knew he was embaressed but I also was going to make sure he stopped trying to skip school claiming to be sick if he really wasn't and now I was sure he was fine. "Stand Up NOW" I repeated and gave him another slap to his butt, this time a lot harder. As he stood he put his hand in front of his groin to hide his penis. "Son, I've seen you naked since you were born. I watched as you were circumcised. I changed your diapers, powered your bum and I've spanked it several times. There is nothing to be embaressed about. After all I AM your father.
I took his arm and pulled him over my lap. "Dad what are you doing?" He started to jump to his feet no longer worrying about my seeing his stiffening penis. "I'm putting you in this position to take your temp this way as lieing on the bed was not possible. Now relax" I said and slipped my hand into his bum cheeks. This time he parted them and I was able to see his butt hole and carefully inserted the thermometer. "Now this will take about 5 minutes so just lie still and relax son".
He laid on my lap for a minute or two and then said "Dad, I think you can take it out now. I know I have no temp. I stayed up late last nite playing games on my computer and I was tired. I'm really not sick. I'm sorry." "Just hold still Gino, and let me make sure." I was going to play this out and then take action. I then removed the thermometer. I expected he'd try to jump to his feet but he remained in position over my lap.
"Normal, no temp" I said with a sigh. "Gino, I am glad you finally told me the truth. This isn't the first time you've done this is it son?" "No dad. Am I getting a spanking for it?" he said with some resolve in his voice. He still sounded like a little kid as his voice had not changed yet. "Do you deserve it for lieing to me and your mother?" "I guess" he said but quickly added "But other kids my age don't get spankings any more." Ah the age old line to get out of it. I had to admit he was growing up and spanking him now that he had become a young man was not something I'd really planned on doing. But he had lied and was in perfect position being over my lap to maybe give him one more good spanking.
"Gino, you know how we feel about lieing. But you are getting older. So here's your choice. I spank you right now for what I hope will be the last time in your life and we are done with this or you spend a month grounded and in bed by 9pm every night including weekends for a month. It's your choice. Which is it gonna be son?" He laid there silently for a few seconds and then turned his head to look at me. "Let's get it done and over with dad. And then I wanna get to school."
"I should go get the strap" I told him anxious to see his reaction. "Dad, can you just use your hand this time. I know I lied and deserve the strap.. please, this once, give me a break. I swear you'll never have to spank me ever again." He was scared. It's been well over a year since I'd used the belt on him and that was for stealing. I had hoped that would have been the last spanking as he had just started puberty then. "I'm not sure you'll feel it with my hand son. And I want to make sure this IS the last time I ever have to spank you. Like you said you are in the 8th grade now and other kids your age don't get spanked. So we need to be sure the message registers in your brain." "Dad, it will, please believe me. And it has already.."
Without another word I brought my hand down hard slapping his upturned bum. He jumped and almost fell off my lap. I guess my hand WOULD get the message through. Slap, Slap, Slap. I gave him three real hard ones and he tried valiantly to not scream. His penis was hard as I could feel it against my lap. I knew that was an embaressment to him and as I was pretty sure this was to be his last ever spanking I was going to make it memorable. I spanked again and this time when he jumped I slipped my left hand underneath and grabbed his _c_o_c_k_. I was surprised it was as big as it was for a boy his age. Guess he took after his old man. "DAD..What are you.." he started to question as I spanked him six times in rapid succession and very hard. Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank. "You hold still young man and take your punishment as given or I WILL get the strap.. I want to make sure you don't fall off and hurt yourself" I told him. While that was partly true I wanted him to have a somewhat pleasant memory of his final spanking. Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank I continued. He was bucking up and down and as I held onto his tool he was very arroused. Then as I expected he exploded all over my lap. "Don't be alarmed son. It's what I expected and is normal for a kid your age. We are almost done. Within moments he went soft and I released his tool. Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank. I kept on and this time he finally broke down and cried. I continued on..Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank, Spank. Gino was now blubbering like a little boy and not the 13 year old he really was. But I had to admit he took it real well. He never tried to put his hand back to cover his butt.
I stopped just as abruptly as I'd started. He laid on my lap and cried and cried. I put my hand on his now red bum and it was real hot but there was no real damage. I began to rub and told him to just cry it out. It took about 5 minutes for him to calm down and stop crying. I picked him up and sat him next to me on the bed. His penis was soft and this time he was not at all concerned about his nakedness. "Have you learned your lesson or do I still need to get the strap?" I asked knowing I would not use it but wanting to get his reaction and maybe throw one final scare into him. "No please dad. I swear I won't lie or fake being sick again. Honest. .Please believe me" he said about to cry again.
"Ok, then it's over and we're done. Now you are on your honour. If you lie to me ever again or fake being sick we will do this again only with the belt. Understood?" He shook his head yes. "Ok, get dressed for school. I'll drive you so you won't be late." With that he quickly dressed. In the car he squirmed a few times as his seat was still real warm no doubt. As I dropped him at school he looked at me and said "Thanks dad, I love you" as he closed the car door and met up with his friends and headed into his second day of 8th grade. It was a sure bet he'd do whatever he had to to keep his friends from knowing he'd been spanked one last time as a 13 year old in the eighth grade...Oh and he had no trouble getting up mornings from then on. Infact he had perfect attendence!