Author's Note: This one is also a bit off the wall, but so was the source material. This idea is all mine, for better or worse.
Background: The Addams Family is the creation of cartoonist Charles Addams. They appeared in newspapers as a one panel strip and in the 60's were turned into a TV show. I'm more familiar with the recent movie versions, which stared the late Raul Julia as Gomez and Jimmy Workman as Pugsley. Pugsely was about ten or eleven, I think. Charles Addams used very black humor in his strip; the Addams family were a morbid bunch who seemed to enjoy physical pain.
Gomez Addams sat in his study. He was just doing a bit of routine paperwork, signing cheques with a flourish. There was a knock at the door and he looked up.
"Come in!" he said brightly.
The door opened and his wife, Morticia, walked in. 'How beautiful she looks today!' Gomez thought to himself, 'She looks completely dead!'
"Oh, dearest, I hate to bother you, but we have a problem" she said. Handing him an envelope she added, "This came today from Pugley's school today."
Gomez took the document out of the envelope and read it. Right away, he was able to see what was bothering Morticia; this just wouldn't do! He would have to take steps.
"Thank you, my darling" he told her "This will be dealt with right away!"
He stood up and tucked the offending paper in his coat pocket.
"Oh my dearest, you look so dashing when you act so decisive!" Morticia crooned as he came over to her.
Gomez kissed her passionately as he passed; the thought of his impending task was causing he blood to pump faster in anticipation. He went out of his study and started down the hall. He noticed a scurrying noise next to him and he looked down.
"Oh hello there, Thing" he said to the disembodied hand as it scampered on its fingers across the floor, "I have to go up to Pugsley's room. Would you like to come, too?"
In answer, Thing picked up the pace and soon was leading the way up the steps. Another minute saw Gomez at the door to his son's room and he opened it and went in. Pugsley was sitting on his bed underneath on of his countless Stop signs reading a horror comic. He put it down and ran his hands through his crewcut hair.
"Hi, Dad" he said as his father came in and sat down, "What's up?"
"Pugsley," Gomez started as he drew out the paper in question, "We seem to have a problem."
"What's that, Dad?" Pugsley asked looking at the document in his father's hand.
"This is your report card, Pugsley. Your mother got it in the mail today, and she brought it to my attention."
"Didn't I get good grades this term, Dad?" Pugsley asked.
"Your grades were fine, Pugsley, but your behavior has disappointed both myself and your mother. You haven't been acting like an Addams should."
"Oh, gosh, Dad." Pugsley said lamely with a guilty expression on his face.
"Let me give you some, examples, son. This from your study hall teacher, 'Pugsley is always considerate with other students and is probably the nicest boy in the whole class.' And your Art teacher wrote, 'Pugsley is very helpful and often stays after class to help clean up.' I could go on, Pugsley," Gomez continued, "But it's all the same. What do you have to say for yourself, young man?"
"I'm sorry, Dad." Pugsley said. "I'll try to do better."
"Well, I'm sure you will, Pugsley, but I can't just let this go, I'm afraid. I shall have to punish you for your behavior. Do you have any suggestions?" Gomez asked.
Pugsley's face was long and he was looking at the floor.
"I guess you should spank me, Dad" he said in a small voice.
"Very well, a spanking it shall be!" Gomez responded. Get up and strip to your underpants, young man."
Pugsley got up and followed his father's orders. He could scarcely conceal his grin. Since he had to be punished, he was glad that it would be in his favorite way. He stripped off his striped shirt and black short pants. In no time he was down to his briefs. He saw that his dad had a wide leather strap in his hand; oh this was just getting better!
"Now, Pugsley, you will act like an Addams" Gomez told him "And if you don't, you will be punished. Now bend over the desk."
Pugsley went over to the desk and moved into position. His butt was sticking out as he set his legs and grabbed the sides for support. Noticing a noise on the desk, he turned and saw Thing running on the surface towards him. He felt the light feeling of fingers climbing on his back and down to his waist. Then there was the unmistakable feel of Thing grasping the elastic waistband of his underpants and tugging them down.
"Oh, do you think Pugsley should be spanked bare bottom, Thing?" Gomez asked. "I guess you're right. Go ahead and take them off, then. When you have him naked, I'll start."
Pugsley couldn't believe his luck as his briefs fell past his knees with Thing still holding on to them. He was going to get it bare, too! The air felt delightfully chilly on his naughty bare bottom. He stepped out of his undies and pointed his chubby bum even higher.
CRACK! Gomez brought the strap across Pugsley's bum. He yelped as the pain ripped through him.
CRACK! CRACK! There was no pausing, Dad was spanking him real good.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! A burning heat was building in Pugsley's naked bottom. The strap was wrapping around the sides of the cheeks and stinging him there, too.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Dad was hitting him everywhere on his butt. Each time the strap hit, it was that much worse. And he knew that this was just the warm-up.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Dad must really be mad, Pugsley had never been spanked this hard, before. Nothing was being held back, Dad was beating his ass just as hard as he could.
Pugsley lost track of the blows as the spanking continued. All he was aware of was the whistling sound of the strap as it traveled though the air, the loud CRACK! it made as it slapped against his ruby red butt cheeks, and the burning fury of his beaten bottom. Gradually, he became aware of a new sensation, the stiffening of his hairless little _c_o_c_k_. It was sticking out to its full three inch length and growing ever stiffer with each whack of Dad's strap. As the heat in his rear continued to rise to new hights, Pugsley was nearly overcome by a feeling of pure pleasure radiating out from his stiff _d_i_c_k_ and tight, hairless balls. He knew he had experienced his first orgasm, albeit a dry one.
But this did not signal the end of his spanking, Dad's strap continued to fall and Pugsley knew that he would not be sitting for a week without having a delightfully painful reminder of his punishment. He felt his _d_i_c_k_ stiffening again when Dad stopped.
"Let that be a lesson to you, Pugsley!" Gomez said hurriedly. Pugsley didn't turn around so he didn't notice the wet stain on the front of his father's smartly pressed pants.
'I'll have to take these to the cleaners' Gomez thought as he looked down. He was so turned on that he was going to go and find Morticia and jump her wherever she was. He got one more good look at Pugsley's round red bottom and dashed out and closed the door.
Pugsley heard his Dad leave, but he stayed like he was. He wanted to savor the feeling for a bit longer. Suddenly he felt a gentle tugging at his balls. To his joy, he realized that Thing was climbing up his crotch. He felt the warmth of the truncated wrist against his nuts as Thing's expert fingers wrapped around his stout boy's _c_o_c_k_. The hand began stroking back and forth and Pugsley just stayed in place and let it happen. This felt even better than before; his naughty bottom was still burning and the pleasure from Thing's attentions was taking him places he'd never been.
With a sharp cry, Pugsley felt his second orgasm crash over him. It was if his whole center of being had been relocated somewhere in-between his throbbing _c_o_c_k_ and blistered bottom.
As the feeling receded, Thing let go and Pugsley stood up.
"Thanks, Thing!" he said to his helpful little friend. Gingerly rubbing his bum, he moved over to his bed. He laid down on his side and absently slapped his bottom to keep the fire burning. This had the effect of causing his member to stiffen in erection for a third time and Thing was quick to leap on the bed and go to work.
'I bet I can act even better next term!' Pugsley thought to himself in satisfaction. 'Dad'll really let me have it then!'
He relaxed and smiled as the nimble fingers continued their job.