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Part 6 – Hugh's Wet Briefs Paddling

by Jason Parker

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Copyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original author only, whether stated explicitly in the text or not. The original date of posting to the MMSA was: 13 Jun 2006

[This is the sixth in the series of stories about the punishment spankings of 41 year old Hugh James by his teenage son and nephews. Suggest you read each series in sequence from the beginning story, because this story will bring back characters introduced in previous stories. This series is fantasy, even though the spankings depicted are intense and the techniques I have personally used often in giving real life spankings! Mind candy for spankos <grin> All my other posted stories are real, ENJOY! Comments Welcome]

It was a long sore weekend for my punished buns. Starting first on Saturday, in the morning and just before going to bed for several days, Randy applied pure alovera salve and another sports healing ointment to help my butt heal. My butt needed help and HOW. Since Saturday, during these ointment sessions lying on my bed we had long talks about his goals in school and sports along with discipline issues.
Now on Tuesday, on Friday Randy’s fall football practice starts and he was concerned about walking into the locker room with a rosy marked butt this season. The coaches would understand, but some of his teammates came from families that were grounders and allowance grabbers. Randy, Danny Macdonald, his cousin Billy and a couple of others were the only ones he knew for dead certain paid with their buns when they screwed up.
So we discussed buying a couple of lexan paddles for punishment purposes, instead of continuing to use our wooden jokari paddles on each other. Early in the summer his cousin Billy had given him a bare butt paddling with one of the smaller lexan paddles. So he was very familiar with its burning sting. A paddle that can leave a pair of buns scorched like a blowtorch, but within 24 hours was usually back to normal color; except for butt busting paddlings like my brother and I got last Friday. What a horrible experience for me and evidently not much fun for my brother either.
Not sure where his thinking was so I asked Randy where we could buy the new paddles. His response was an eye opener
“On the internet Dad, just like Aunt Lisa did.”
How do you propose to pay for our new paddles Horse?”
“Remember the loaded Visa debit card Grandpa gave me for my birthday? Well I’m already set up with Pay Pal. So we can order them right now.”
“OK, I agree that those lexan paddles are Very Effective. But are you sure you want the awful burn they will bring to your cute little buns?”
Very funny Dad, Very funny. You have already forgotten that you have gotten spanked a whole bunch more than me over that last two months. We’ll have to get one big one with holes in it since you seem to have forgotten already.” SMACK A real hand stinger on my bare butt.
“Point well taken. But do you think your paddling me will continue?”
“Just as sure as I am that I will be getting paddled by you when I got it coming.”
He resumed his gentle soothing rubbing as I thought about his reply.
In a way it bothered me that he would even think that I would need to be on the receiving end of another of his punishment spankings. Yet he had never tried to bully me with the threat of a paddling, so why did he think I would deserve another spanking? The other problem I had was the fact that every time he had me stripped me to my briefs for a spanking my dick went hard. Well we better clarify my son’s mind before we go much further. Oddly enough one part of me liked the fact my son and nephews spanked me, sometimes painfully severe. The other part of me was embarrassed that I would submit to such humiliation and pain and yet sexually get aroused by it.
It didn’t change my day to day control of Randy, and if I thought it did, at 14 it was going to stop.
Randy must have been reading my mind, because he went over to my underwear drawer and grabbed a pair of white Jockeys and tossed at me with a joking,
“Put something on Dad, I’m tired of looking at your butt. Besides if I paddle you today, I’ll let you keep these on. Your butt still looks tender”
I suddenly got a little embarrassed at my nudity and put them on quickly and flopped back down on my stomach.
Randy at down on my bed his hand resting on my butt as he softly and slowly said, “Dad I never want to see you in as much pain as you were in Friday at the cabin. To try and keep that from happening again I suggest we consider this.
On the final Saturday of each month you get a reminder paddling on these underpants of 50 swats. If during the month you do something to get punishment spanked, that spanking will be 100 swats on your briefs followed by a reminder spanking at the end of the month of another 100 on the bare. If you get two punishment spankings in a month, the second will be 100 briefs and 100 bare and reminder spanking will be 200 swats on the bare from Billy.
By the way Aunt Lisa really appreciate how careful you were with Billy’s paddling. Billy even admits you didn’t beat him, even though he sure wailed alot.
Any comments or questions?”
As I listened to him two things happened, my buns clenched hard when I heard about my future punishments and Randy laughed as he swatted me.
“Too soon Dad. You haven’t even ordered your paddle yet, much less earned yourself a spanking. Relax these buns, your briefs are gonna have a permanent crease in them from your clenching. Turn over on your back a second.”
I flopped over and saw his face with a big grin. He slid his hand on the front of my briefs and grabbed my dick with his teasing comment of,
“Well at least you don’t get a woody when I talk about paddling you. Now anything to say?”
Grinning, I replied,
“Two things young man, Just what do you have in mind that would require me going over your lap for a spanking?”
“Good question Dad. The following will get you paddled. Lying to me, stealing from me, not keeping a promise or commitment and doing something that embarrasses me publicly or purposely hurting me. If you do two or more of these at the same time the swat penalty is doubled all on the bare.”
Ok, that was more than fair, so I looked into his eyes and promised,
“If I do any of those things son you won’t have to tell me I am to be spanked, I will tell you I’ve got one coming and strip.”
“I thought you would probably say that Dad, but I don’t want you to back off spanking me. If you ever do that, you will get my spanking plus a bare butt one for you. In fact, on the first Saturday morning each month, you should give me a reminder spanking just like I give you. If during the previous month I get punishment spanked the same penalty for me as you on the last Saturday morning.”
I contemplated his whole line of conversation for a few seconds and then told him,
“I agree with mine and up till now you have been such a good son I will agree with yours, but with one stipulation. This year in school is when my grades really went south. If your grades start to slide you will get a 50 swats on your briefs for a ‘C’ per subject per quarter100 for a D. And 200 on the bare for an F We can figure out what to do for your reminder spanking if it comes to that. I know that sounds harsh son, but you have a much better academic mind than I did, so I expect you to use it. So far a ‘B’ has been your worst grade all the way through school”
“Understand Dad. Why didn’t Grandpa paddle you for bad grades when you were in school?”
“His reasoning was this. I was a model student in every way, except for my grades. He saw that I really struggled to make grades that just kept me eligible to play sports. I got paddled just three times in high school for shooting my mouth off to teachers and coaches. But never for grades. You, my young stud do not have the physical skills to go much past high school, except maybe wrestling, but not Baseball or football.”
Dad, not fair!” I could tell that no one had ever told him the truth about his skills, just blew smoke up his butt instead.
“I love you son and you need to know the truth. We have had you tested in a number of different sports clinics, and by the time you are out of high school you will peak. So enjoy sports in high school and prepare for your future outside of sports. I love you too much to not tell you the truth about your skills. Last year you got by with your speed in football and your brain in baseball. Let’s hope you have three more years before your opponents catch up to you.”
“Thanks Dad, I saw what you’re talking about in junior high when guys who were the best in the league as 5th graders were just average. It was awful to watch.”
I was proud of the maturity in his thinking.
“I’m glad you noticed. Watching your buddies Mark and Rance sitting on the bench last year was tough. Also this year the girls will be after you big time. Don’t let your dick do your thinking young man?”
“My dick? Whose butt have I been helping heal because of his dick, huh?”
With that he gave me a big shit-eating grin and squeezed my dick hard.
“Point taken son, just don’t get your butt set on fire over a girl.”
“Speaking of that, let’s go in your office and check out the paddle sites, so we can get your big paddle bought.”
“My big paddle? I asked with a big grin
I’ll order a custom made lexan canoe paddle for your smart mouth butt young man.”
“Regular comedian Dad, hilarious.” With that exchange we went into my office and turned on my Dell laptop and waited for it to warm up as I called Lisa to save some web surfing time.
“Hello Hugh” My sister in law had alot of stress in her voice.
“Got time to send me a link or two on the web?”
“Sure do, whatcha need? Your brother’s working today and I got the afternoon shift at the clinic and I badly need a break from your nephews.”
“Ok, can you email me the links you used to find your lexan paddles? Randy and I are going to replace the wooden jokari paddles as spanking tools.”
“I’ll do better than that. I’ll send you the links and have Eddy bring you the lexan Jokari, IF you do me a favor?”
“Just ask.”
“Your call just now has given me an idea. I’ll send Eddy over with the jokari lexan paddle if you have Randy give him a good spanking.”
“Are you sure you want Randy to paddle Eddy?”
When my youngest gets there just have him call home on your speakerphone so that Eddy hears all of the instructions on his long overdue spanking. Can you put Randy on the speakerphone phone for me now so I can ask him myself? I would have you do it Hugh, but Eddy will really be embarrassed if Randy makes him strip to his underpants and gives it to him.” I punched the speakerphone on button.
You on the line Randy?”
“Sure am Aunt Lisa, what’s up?”
“Eddy has been driving Billy nuts all summer with his badgering, bickering and trying to provoke Billy into clocking him so he could watch Billy get spanked for hitting him.
When Eddy gets there with the jokari lexan paddle he thinks your Dad is going to use it on you, so he is real anxious to get there to see you get it. I didn’t lie to him about him running the paddle over. I said ‘Uncle Hugh needs it for Randy,’ So he assumes you’re going to be paddled and then bring the paddle back. What he doesn’t know is that Billy is going to come over after you are through with Eddy since he really needs to talk to you and your Dad.”
A strange look crossed my son’s face with that piece of information.
“OK Aunt Lisa what kind of spanking you want Eddy to get?”
“Have him strip to his underpants and take him over your lap and give him 100 good swats that leaves his butt dark red. After you give him 50, pull his briefs off so you know if you have to increase your swat force. After you’re through I want your Dad to take him across his lap and give him 12 swats hard on Eddy’s bare butt and make him count each swat. Hugh, finish it with 12 more on the tops of his bare thighs. When he comes home, I want to see a flaming red ass with handprints and pink thighs with handprints. You two up to it?”
I glanced at Randy and he nodded yes, so I answered,
Will do Lisa, so long as he knows why his cousin and uncle are torching his rump.”
“He knows he’s on thin ice, so him getting a long over due butt busting won’t be a total surprise.
“Just have him call me.” Just then we heard Eddy push the front door intercom button and give us a smart ass greeting of, “Delivery boy here to watch his cousin get paddled.”
“Come on down Eddy, your mom wants you to call before you get too excited about seeing me paddle your cousin.
I hit the front door electronic release latch so he could get in an in a few seconds he came bounding down the stairs with a big grin and eagerly laid the jokari on my desk and winked at Randy.
“Here’s the paddle Unk when do we strip Randy for his paddling?”
“Not so fast Nephew, you need to call your Mom first so you’ll understand why Randy needs this paddle.”
He came around to my side of the desk and I punched the speakerphone 'on' button and redial.
The mother and son exchange that followed was priceless. Lisa unloaded on her youngest son. Eddy was stuttering, stammering and begging his Mom to cancel his cousin’s paddling. After one particularly lame excuse on why he shouldn’t be paddled, his Mother increased the impending punishment with this warning, “OK smart mouth, your cousin and Uncle know how hard and how long I want you paddled. But since you still want to runoff at the mouth you’re gonna get it all done on the bare.”
Just then Lisa changed subjects which explained the increase in Eddy’s punishment.
“Hugh don’t worry about our brood having a regular foot ball practice Friday. All the coaches in each grade are going to hold team meetings instead. So Randy unload on your cousin, he has it coming and his brother is really getting from his Dad tonight. Send Eddy right home after you set his butt on fire. Billy will then head over because he is adamant about talking to you two about why he is getting paddled tonight. He is pissed.”
Eddy shook his head at Randy and I as if he didn’t know why his brother was so pissed. Randy’s face gave me an indication he suspected he knew why.
I disconnected the phone connection and Randy picked up the paddle staring at his now trembling cousin.
“OK Eddy strip to your undies, shirt and shoes first.”
Eddy started begging and sniffling as he slowly kicked off his play shoes. I moved my chair out from behind my desk as Randy moved his chair to the middle of the room. Eddy slipped his board shorts down and off, revealing his thin white bikini briefs. Standing in front of Randy, his body in profile he had Randy’s build when he was twelve and Billy’s butt, a damned shelf covered in stretched thin fabric.
Eddy was frantically begging his seated and ready to paddle cousin to let him keep his underpants on.
Randy looked at me and with a sly wink asked, “should I let him keep them on even though his mom asked me to paddle him on the bare?”
“Son, I don’t see why not, his bikinis don’t offer him any protection anyway.”
Your call Dad. OK Eddy get over my lap.”
As I looked at the underpants my youngest nephew was wearing, it dawned on me he was clad in Jockey white Elance bikinis, just like his Dad’s black ones.
As he bent over my son’s lap, the bikini leg openings rode up his taut humpy buns, baring the lower third of his clenching 12-year-old cheeks.
Randy grabbed Eddy’s right wrist with his left hand and forced his arm into half nelson arm lock securely positioned on his upper spine. Knowing my son’s wrestling strength Eddy was going nowhere. Once Randy was comfortable with Eddy’s jackknifed position over his lap he started adjusting Eddy’s underpants so that there was a semblance of skimpy protection for what was going to happen next.
“OK Eddy because I’m letting you keep these on for this paddling Dad is going to give you extra on the bare after I’m through. Count by tens please Dad, because I’m sure Eddy is going to make alot of noise and make it difficult to concentrate on the count”
With that my son raised the lexan paddle ready to spank his cousin.
SPLAT a solid wrist flip snap swat to Eddy’s left cheek.
SPLAT same to the right cheek and Eddy did his first flutter kick and moan.
SPLAT Now Eddy was really kicking and loudly letting us know that his butt was not happy.
SPLAT SPLAT Even though Randy had only delivered 6 swats and Eddy had a long way to go I was enjoying watching my son spank and admired his expertise. It only took me a split second to remember where he gained his expertise as I sat on my still tender butt. Between him and his cousin Billy last weekend at the cabin I didn’t want to be paddled by either anytime soon. As I kept count mentally of Eddy’s swats I had a nagging feeling in my gut that Lisa’s warning about Billy being pissed at Randy was not good news for me.
“That’s ten son.”
Now Eddy was in full