“Ooowww, uuwww, AAAHHH!” I stretch and twist and yawn and stretch some more. What a wonderful way to wake up after a really good night's sleep!

Danny is lying close to me. He has his slender right leg under and equally slim left leg over my large economy sized right leg. He has me in a leg lock, sort of. His small and still soft boy hand is giving me a great wake-up backrub. In fact, his whole down covered left forearm is rubbing slowly up and down and all around. I have no desire to end this exquisite experience, but feel I must, and turn my head.

“Morning SonShine.”

“Morning Daddy.... Like the backrub? I thought it was about time I gave you another one. I think I owe you about 1000, just to break even.”

I roll onto my back and draw Danny to me, wrap my arms and legs around him and assault his face with kisses; right cheek, left cheek, forehead, nose. He can't help but giggle as I hold his head in my hands and look closely at him.

Danny is a great mix of his Mom and Dad. He has his father's overall build, bordering on the slender side. His face is nearly identical to pictures of his Dad at the same age. Dan has light brown hair, like his Dad (and me, when I had some), which he wears fairly short because it is easier to keep clean and not need any combing. With the right backlighting, there is just a hint of “soft fur” on his face and the rest of his body. But his eyes! His eyes are totally his Mom's. They are a deep, deep blue color, in which one can lose oneself; deep blue pools suitable for swimming.

“Lets go, Sweetheart, go drain your gecko and I'll meet you back here in a couple.”

“Ha...ha...very funny Daddy.”

I refuse to call this little guy's equipment a dragon. That day will come, but it “ain't” even close yet.

I head for my bathroom, start the small coffee maker I keep there and drain MY dragon. From there I head to the front door to retrieve the daily paper and look over the weather recording instruments in the family room along the way.

I make it back to the bed before Danny and set up my pillows to provide me with a backrest suitable for the coming activities. As I settle in, Danny returns.

Now when he leaves, Dan was clothed in PJ shorts (no underpants, ever) and a T-shirt—his customary sleepwear. When he returns he has only a pair of white cotton briefs...scrunched up in his hand. These he throws onto the dresser as he walks by. Danny heaps pillows across my legs and proceeds to walk across the bed. He steps over my lap and settles himself onto his pillow pile tummy side down. He spreads his legs as he squirms and wriggles his way down until his bottom is nicely nestled into my waist.

I marvel at him.... I know some day he will stop doing this, so I savor every little moment of close contact and intimacy I am allowed to share with him. He will decide when it is no longer for him to run around the house naked with his Dad around. No more will he present his lovely boy bottom willingly for rubbing and petting, along with his legs and back and arms as he now does most mornings as part of our wake up ritual. I shall miss that little boy, but will, in turn, revel in the love of the young man, and man he will become.

I put such thoughts out of my head as I go to work on my boy's lovely back and arms and waist, working all the way down over his bottom and legs. I shortly have HIM stretching and wiggling and purring like the little loving kitten that he is.

“So what's on today's docket, Hon?”

Danny stretches and raises his arms as he turns his head towards me.

“Sammy's coming over, and we're gonna' go to his Nana's house. She needs some help with moving stuff. I'll call from there if we go somewhere else. OK?”

“Sounds good to me, Hon.”

With the addition of a couple of morning stingoors to Danny's bottom, “Just so you know I'm here!” we get up for the day.

Sammy Murch and his family have been part of Danny's and my life since the boys were 2 ½ years old, not long after Dan had joined my family permanently. At 2 ½ and toilet trained, Danny could go to the local nursery school, leaving me all day to run my small business. Both he and Sam started during the summer program. The School was looking for new board members that year, and Helen Murch and I had each volunteered and were accepted.

Our little guys got along great with each other, leading to playing at each others homes, and swapping 'boy watching' services some nights and weekend days, freeing up one set of parents. Our two families started doing dinners and BBQ's, movies and day trips together. Before long Danny had an Uncle Rob and Aunt Helen, and Sammy and Stevie had an Uncle Chris.

Sammy is the middle of three boys now: Steven,14, Sammy has just turned 12 and Donny, 8. His Mom and Dad run a tight but loving household as do I. All our boys have reasonable expectations placed on them. Each has daily and weekly chores according to their abilities. They each have a sensible routine of work, play, and study for which they are individually responsible.

The Murch boys have considerable lap and cuddle time from both parents. The boys aren't clingy, but if a parent sits down on the couch or in their recliner, a son will often join them there for awhile then drift away until some future time. They all are tucked in at bedtime by Mom or Dad, providing time for rubs and quiet, one on one discussion, as a calming ending to their busy days.

Another point we closely agree on is child discipline. Along with an occasional grounding, and the giving and removing of privileges, Rob and Helen also use spanking as part of an overall plan of discipline for their merry little band. In short, they fit right in with my views and actions when it comes to my parenting of Danny. We agree so much, in fact, that whoever has charge of the boys at any given time is to assign and carry out whatever actions they deem are warranted for misbehavior, including bare bottomed, OTK spankings.
 

It's February School Vacation here in the frigid Northeastern US. So my Danny and the Murch boys are free to roam, as long as they keep checking in. Steven is off with his friends. Donny is at a Community Center Winter Day Camp. And Sammy and my Danny will be at Nana's house. Other than for check-ins, the day should be my own.

Sammy comes by as Danny and I are finishing up breakfast.

“Hey Sammy!” I say as he comes over for a hug and a couple of 'Just so you know I'm here' stingoors. “Don't worry about any dishes this morning, Danny. You and Sam get going and help Nana. Just re...”

“I knooowww Dad, I'll remember to call you before we go anywhere else.”

Danny dons his outdoor clothes and the two head off for the day's adventures.

What a great day I am having! I've managed to record and file reams of paperwork, restock my inside wood piles, vacuum most of the floors and done all Danny's and my laundry. After a sandwich for lunch, I have a long quiet afternoon for personal reading and maybe a little short story writing.

Around 2 PM (that was the dispatcher's time stamp) the ambulance service pager goes off.

“Possible person in the water, through the ice on Holbrook Pond,” is the announcement.

Probably some teenager playing on the thin end of the pond, I think; it happens at least once a year. A Paramedic, an intermediate and a driver call in off the page, allowing me to ignore this call unless more personal are requested later. No thought of panic enters my mind. Danny is still at Nana's house, because I have gotten no “promised” call. I mute the pager and go back to my reading.

My reading is disrupted later by a police car going down my lane running its blue lights. I get up to look down the road; but the car has stopped in front of my house. Sergeant Esterbrook (Ken) is getting out of the car, I lunge to the door, fling it open and fly outside.

“It's OK Chris!” Ken shouts to me. “They are wet and cold, but none the worse for wear.”

The backseat of the vehicle is filled with two little boys, bundled up in blankets. The faces look pale, but the eyes are red. I hurriedly open the car door to extricate my son and his friend. I carry Danny to the house as Ken does the same for Sammy. An officer brings in an evidence bag filled with soaking wet clothing.

As I un-wrap Daniel, I come to realize he has not a stitch of clothing on. I had thought underpants, even if wet, would still be on. But given the opportunity and the warm blankets in the ambulance, both boys had shucked it all, for the comfort of warm dry heat touching every part of them.

I prod Danny towards the bathroom and start running warm water into the tub as I turn up the room heat. Ken has relieved Sammy of his blanket, and we each help a shivering boy into the warming embrace of the tub water. Both close their eyes and slump in the tub, 'till the warming water reaches each small chin.

Ken and I stand watching over the two as he tells me what he knows about the situation, as garnered through the clenched, shattering teeth of the boys.

“Sammy and Danny had been playing 'hockey' on”.... (Ken's explanation of what he knows for fact)... “I'm short on details, but that is the gist. I'd like to stop by sometime, if I may, to get more information for my report.”

The boys, having warmed some, are sitting up higher in the tub. Sergeant Esterbrook says his goodbyes, and they in turn thank him very much. I see him to the door, offering my very inadequate thanks.

Back in the bathroom, I have the boys stand and I release the water from the tub. I use a washcloth on each of them to remove much of the water before getting them out of the tub and onto the bathmat. I drape a towel around Sammy, and start him drying.

“Please excuse me a minute, Samuel, while I spend some time with Daniel.”

I sit down on the closed bath-stool and bring Danny along situating him in between my open legs.

“Sons before nonsense, Uncle Chris.”

“Click, what Sam?” I ask as I drape a towel and my arms around my Danny Boy.

“Oh, it's just somethin' Daddy always says when one of us guys is misbehaving with our friends around. It's really 'Sons before non-sons', but when you say it quick it comes out like nonsense.”

“Oh I like that one, Sammy; 'Sons before non-sons,' that's very good.”

I finish my drying of Danny and drop the towel as I pull him in close to me. As I cradle his soft face in my hands, I look into his eyes, or at least try to. Not surprisingly, Daniel can't return my gaze; he can only look at the floor. Sammy turns away from us to afford us some low level privacy; but he's lonely and in need of physical contact, so he backs gently but firmly into my left shoulder. I encircle him with my left arm and give him a short hug as I rub the side of my head against his towel covered back, then its back to Daniel.

I lean in towards Danny and use my hands to cradle his face. I gently kiss first his left cheek and then his right. I move my head back to look at him; he looks at the floor. I lean forward and kiss his forehead and cute little nose, and move back to look at him; he looks at the floor. I lean forward and kiss his lips; and move back to look at him. He looks at the floor, but tears are running down both cheeks.

With his arms at his sides, like a stiff toy soldier, I bring Daniel into my chest. His chin is up and over my shoulder, resting on it. I lock him into place with my left arm wrapping around him. Silent tears are flowing freely. Danny does not tense as I raise my hand and deliver four, hard, measured SMACKS to his bottom and legs. My little guy lets out a hard sob and begins crying for real, not so much from the pain of the spanks, but from his broken heart for disappointing himself and his Daddy.

As I hold and comfort my son, I can feel Sammy's body moving against my shoulder. He is silent, but has all the overt signs of crying as well. I move my left arm from Danny and move it around Sam hauling him onto my available left leg, and include him in my comforting embrace. My eyes too are filled, and overflow.

It takes many minutes for all of us to begin recovering. Sighs and deep breathing are coming from all of us. Together we sound like an old steam engine, idling at a station. Danny is the first boy to move.

“Ready to get up Hon?” I am helping him rise as I ask.

As Sammy shifts his weight, I unwrap my arm for him. He stands and turns to face Dan and me as I am kissing the tears from my son's cheeks. Samuel drops his towel and stands naked before me waiting his turn. I position Danny on my right leg facing away from me and his friend, and welcome Sammy into my arms for his first private hug of the afternoon.

“And now the 'nonsense', right Sammy?”

That gets me a little smile from Sam, just before he snuggles into my shoulder. I feel so badly for him that his Mom and Dad have so far to travel to get back here for him. I concentrate all my love and energy into hugging and stroking him, hoping to ease some of his aloneness, before I have him stand.

Once again I have a beautiful, contrite little fellow with his arms at his side, standing between my legs. I repeat most of what I had done with Danny; kissing each cheek and looking at him, and then his forehead and nose. As with Daniel, Samuel could not return my gaze. I draw him into my chest until his chin is over my shoulder, hug him tightly, and award four hard SMACKS to his nice bottom and legs.

Sam makes one little sniff, before relaxing onto me. We three have already done the needed crying to relieve our heart-felt pain. Dan leans back into me and I hug my boys again. It is not long this time before the boys are ready to leave the bathroom and move out to a more comfortable and welcoming location. With my “nature boys” leading the way, we head for the living room couch. I grab two fleece blankets from the Blue Room along the way.

I sit in the middle of the couch and put my feet up on a footstool. Sammy wraps himself in Danny's “Cars” fleece and curls up on my left; while Danny has my “M&Ms” blanket and curls up on my right. Both boys lean into me as I surround each boy with a separate arm. I gently rub them both.

Celtic music is playing softly in the background. I had forgotten that I had started a couple of tapes as I was reading. I tap Danny's blanketed bottom in time to the music, and I realize something interesting as Danny quietly states it.

“This is really good spanking music, isn't it Dad—lots of hard down beats!”

I chuckle in agreement and kiss the top of Dan's head. Sam has already slid down so his head is resting on one leg. Dan snuggles down so his head is on my other leg, and both soon fall asleep as I rub them.

It's easily another hour before Sam's parents arrive. When they do it is maternal pandemonium.

Helen comes flying through the door, jolting both the boys to nearly wide awake. Sammy is trying to get up from the couch, but Mom can't wait and snatches him from the blankets hugging and squeezing him as she smothers him with kisses all over.

“Aw Mo...”

Fortunately, Sam is looking at me when he starts to make a big mistake. I am vigorously shaking my head “NO” and mouthing 'Don't say it!'

'...om its great you're here, I've missed you a lot!“

I give him a “thumbs up” and mouth “Good save” to him. Dad-Robert is close to laughing from observing the scene.

Robert comes over to the couch. He reaches for Dan, who stands and is picked up by his Uncle Rob. Dan is hugged heartily and kissed by his Uncle who is saying “Thank you for holding onto Sammy,” as he does so.

Seconds move on to minutes to quarter hours before either parent releases the boy they are holding. When they do, Dan and Sam swap places and the second round of hugs and kisses begins. Dan has learned from Sam's time to graciously accept anything Aunt Helen wants to give him. He just smiles at me as Aunt Helen hugs and kisses him all over as only a Mother can.

Sam and his Dad are a different story. Along with the hugs and kisses, Dad is giving Samuel a good talking to as only a scared to death Father can. The Dad/Lad bonding ends with Sammy over his Dad's shoulder receiving four hard swats to his backsides.

As the boys slide back to earth, Helen comes over to hug me and thank me for taking care of her son. I stop her as she starts to apologize for taking so long to return to town. I know full well that she and Rob would have done the same for me. She next apologizes for needing to leave so soon, and drops the next little bombshell into the day's events.

She must go get Donny from Winter Day Camp. It seems he has created some sort of messy problem that she must now investigate. I wish her well, as do the two young criminals who quietly wish Donny and his bottom 'Good Luck'.

Then there are four. Rob and I move the recliner love seat over, closer to and still facing the couch. I motion Samuel and his Dad to the couch as Daniel and I occupy the loveseat. The boys, legs and all, are spread out on the furnishings. We have covered them, and our own hands and arms, with the blankets; and are enjoying the soft skin of our respective boys.

“We're in deep trouble aren't we Dad.”

“Very deep,” I emphasize!

Sighs come from both boys.

“Spankings?”

“At the very least.” I let Robert answer that one from his son.

“More than spanking?”

“What do you think, Danny?” I don't wait for an answer. “The outcome of this little adventure could have been death for one or both of you. What does life threatening mean to you, Daniel?”

Danny's voice is wavering as he says:

“If it's willful disobedience, criminal, life threatening, or just plain mean, I get the strop; after a long, hand spanking.” Danny says it in a sing-song style, more from resignation and acceptance of the rule, than from
rudeness.

“A rule which applies here, and of which you both are well aware!” Rob takes his turn to answer.

Rob and I get our boys up, and send the two to my shop for the instrument of their execution, leaving Rob and me a short chance to talk without little ears around. I tell him what I know about the “hockey” game and how Sammy came to be in the water. I also told him of all the people involved in the rescue and care of our boys, before they were delivered here. The boys return with the strop and stand, each before his Father.

Robert is about to position Samuel over his lap, when Danny excuses himself, turns from me and goes to stand in front of his Uncle. I know my Danny well, and his un-wavering adherence to his “Rules of Fairness.” I am equal parts amused and pleased with him for what he is about to do.

“Uncle Robert?” Danny is being very formal. “I saw you give four swats to Sammy when you were hugging him earlier.”

“That's right, Danny. I swatted him because I am his Dad and he frightened me by his actions. I was mad at him because he could have drowned.”

“Well my Dad was mad at me and Sammy too, and he gave BOTH of us four whacks earlier. It's only fair if you give me four now.”

“You're absolutely right Hon. It would only be fair.”

Rob doesn't even have to think for an instant before answering my son. I like Rob's reaction and actions. He is smiling and tearing up at the same time. He lifts Danny up and over his shoulder, and delivers four good, hard SMACKS like he did to his own son before lowering Danny back to the floor.

“Thank you Uncle Rob.”

Dan gives his Uncle a peck on the cheek and returns, more or less happily, to me.

Rob and I each position our son across our lap; as Robert and I are right-handed the boys turn their heads away from us and can clearly see the bare bottom and legs of their best friend. They can watch each others pre-spanking but since we plan to start together if we can, we figure the two boys will soon be too involved with their personal space to watch their friend. Rob and I on the other hand....

Rob is talking to his son, mostly about being on the ice when he knew he was not supposed to be, as well as going to the thin ice area at the end of the pond, just to recover a worthless old puck. Rob is running one hand over Samuel's back, while the other is running over the boy's legs and bottom. I can see a shiver from Sammy every once and awhile.

I am having a good time petting Danny as well. I am firm on his back and very light on his bottom and legs. I have him squirming. My rubbing becomes firm all over as I start talking to Daniel about his failed promises to call me when he left Nana's house, and the fact that he was not to have been on the ice at all. I had found out that the only reason he was at the thin ice end was to hold onto Samuel, for which I give him very high praise. But...

“It doesn't make my bad actions go away,” Danny is using his sing-song voice.

“(sigh) I know Daddy. I AM sorry for the bad decisions,” a serious tone of voice is used this time.

Daniel is in position for his spanking to start, but I wait.... and wait.... Rob waits and waits.... We two wait separately, Rob and I.... I and Rob, we wait together.... We wait.... We can't get started. We are mad beyond belief at our sons and know they need swift punishment for their very poor decisions today that could have resulted in the death of one or both of them, if not for some very fortunate events.

But we still wait.... We wait, because Rob and I are thrilled to have with us, our very much alive, warm, loving, cuddly boys to whom we must give that spanking. Boys who, though not eager to receive, are more accepting than their Dads, of the need for, and righteousness of, the unsparing punishment they have earned, but their Dads cannot quite start.

Daniel can wait no longer. He moves to get off my lap and I make no attempt to stop him. Danny takes my hand and has me stand. He leads me over to sit beside Rob on the couch where Sammy is already standing. Once seated, Danny spreads my legs and stands between them, as closely in to me as the couch will allow. He takes my hands in his and places them on his narrow hips. My fingers instinctively start rubbing his soft skin.

Danny reaches forward; cradles my bearded face in his small hands, and has me look into his eyes.

“Daddy... we can't wait forever... even Donny must be done with his spanking by now!”

I have to smile at that. I want to say something. My mouth moves but no words escape. Sammy takes his turn at giving Rob and me a talking to.

“Dad, I expect this of Mom. She's the emotional one, crying and carrying on and everything. Lots of times she never spanked me when I was little because of that. That all changed when she turned all my spankings over to you, Dad. You always spank me. You're unemotional.”

“WHOA!” Simultaneously, Rob and I respond.

“Is that what you two think about us?! Not emotional? We are just as emotional on the inside as your Mom, Sammy, but we have a job to do with you and keep our emotions from leaking out... mostly... (sigh)... until today anyway. You have no idea how hard it is to spank someone for doing something deadly, while at the same time, being so completely overjoyed that they are still alive so you can spank them!”

Dan turns my face back to facing him. I can only assume Sammy has done the same to his Dad.

“And that's the point, Dad. Sam and I have done our part, too well this time! We have acted without thinking things through, and have been bad. Now you two Dads need to do your jobs and spank us real bad. We're tired of not knowing when it is going to happen. Besides, I want to be able to enjoy it when you give me a body rubbing without worrying about a spanking still to come.... This may make it easier for you to start.”

With that, Danny backs away from me. He and Sammy swap places. Now it is Sammy taking my hand and leading me back to my seat. I look back and watch my Danny bend himself over his Uncle Robert's lap. I am barely seated before I hear the first in a measured steady flow of SMACKS. My Daniel has his wish. His spanking has finally started.

As Sammy bends over my lap, I embrace his and Danny's similarities. Sammy fits as well there as does my son. With a final kiss to the back of Sammy's head, the punishment of Samuel begins.

We have spanked boys of many ages and sizes, and each of us has his preferred methods. Robs and mine are very similar. We spank for a long time, with a gradual increase in speed and intensity over the duration of the spanking. We monitor our boys' levels of crying, ease of breathing, and degrees of redness. Are they accepting of, but still fighting the spanking through wiggling and kicking? Are they near the edge or are they over the edge? Has all the fight gone out of them?

Both boys are being brought slowly along. Each trip around is gradually turning their normally pale bottoms and seasonally pale legs into a nice pink; then a rose; and lastly onto a deep red color. The boys' crying is progressing from single ow's and yelps, to singular sobs, then groups of sobs. When the steady crying starts, we know we are at the beginning of the home stretch. The crying increases in volume and intensity as Rob and I start our third trip around the boys.

The smacks are raining down at double the rate at which we started. The force behind each smack has increased by as much as three times. Each SMACK really hurts now, a lot more than when we started. The struggles and wiggling and leg kicking that we expect from our boys is decreasing in reverse proportion to the increase in the spanking intensity. Daniel and Samuel are carefully taken to the edge and held there... and held there... for a moment longer... before we nudge them over.

The bawling starts, all fight or thought of struggle is gone. Our boys are done in, cooked. They are fairly limp across our laps as Robert and I apply the finishing touches before we end this part of the punishment. Sammy is well spanked. All of the back, sides and betweens of his poor bottom and legs have been punished. They are a deep red color and must sting and ache like heck.

I am finished spanking, and go to a slow rubbing of my young charge, as Rob delivers his final SMACKS to my Danny. Crying from both boys is loud and steady. Daniel and Samuel have received much of what they had earned earlier in the day, through their poor decisions and actions.

I try to ignore what is happening between Rob and Danny, and concentrate on poor Sammy. I spend my time talking soothingly to him, I hope, and rubbing his head, neck and back. I leave his hot stinging bottom and legs alone, until he realizes that this part of his punishment is complete, and has started on his way to gaining control of his crying. I let Sam take his time in recovering, he deserves that right.

As I wait, I take a moment to look up, to check on my own little boy's recovery. Rob's and my eyes meet. We smile somewhat and nod at each other. Things have gone well for all of us. Or as well as can be expected when it comes to the boys, but they both did a good job of it.

With each of the little guys quieting and calm, I help Sammy off my lap. As I stand, I lift him up and bring him to my chest for a hug and a kiss, before swapping him with Robert for Danny, and returning to my chair. Both sons' crying increases some as they return to the more familiar, comforting embraces of their OWN fathers. Rob and Sammy do their thing, as Daniel and I do ours. I want the boys calm and refreshed some, before their punishment continues.

I pause in my general rubbing to stroke Danny's head and hair. Partly because I like to, but largely as a ruse to cover Danny's ears; Robert observes this and does the same with Sammy. I ask Rob what he wants to do about the strop, as I only have the one. Rob reaches off to his right, where Sammy can't see. From behind and under a pillow, Robert produces his own strop.

“Antiquing,” is all he says.

I hear a sob from my Danny. He, unfortunately, was looking towards the couch and saw the strop's unveiling. As he fights to keep from outright crying, I increase the pressure of my back rubbing and reach around to the sides of his legs to rub an unspanked but more intimate area of skin.

With Danny clearly upset, Rob and I silently agree to start the finale.

I roll the strop around my right hand, until about 9 inches of length are left. Danny knows what's coming and has started low level crying; which has in turn alerted poor Sammy, who is now looking over towards Danny, sees me rolling up the strop and starts his own low level crying.

WHAT FRICKIN FUN IT IS TO BE A DAD RIGHT NOW! Not at all!

I lay the strop aside, reposition Danny on my lap, and stroke my boy's cute, red, very warm bottom (I can't help it, I really like it. I even like it pale!), and part his legs some for the coming barrage. My left arm and hand, which are on and over Daniel's waist, tightens him into me as I raise the strop.

SMACK! Daniel knows it is coming, but the first one is always a surprise to him. Sammy screams. His stropping has yet to start, but he has witnessed Danny getting what he will be receiving soon, and is quite overcome. I focus on Danny.

Danny is bawling from the first whack. I select another target. The whacks are delivered full force and at a slow, deliberate pace. Danny jumps some with each stroke, yelps and returns to bawling. I strike each leg and bottom cheek once, before repeating. The SMACKS are in a different sequence than the first trip around. The only consistency is in each boy part receiving one whack each time round. I repeat a third and fourth time. At the end of the second trip, my poor Danny Boy is howling.

Danny is fully aware of what is to happen next, as I change my leg positioning to elevate and tighten Danny's bottom and leg skin for the final blows. I use my hand to rub and check the creases I will soon pummel. I'm sure Daniel would howl even louder if it were possible. He lets out a mournful and pleading wail instead:

“PLEEEASSSE DADDYYYY!”

He knows it will be to no avail, but as a boy, he must try everything he can to protect his little boy property. I kiss the small of his little back, where I leave a tear drop and grip my boy tightly to me as I finish.

Six times the strop lands and six times Danny does his best to scream before returning to howling. Each SMACK is delivered using a hard, half arm stroke for long lasting deep ache with a quick wrist snap for maximum short term sting. I alternate methodically between the two creases, allowing time for the sting of one side to subside just a little before landing a SMACK to the other crease... back and forth... back and forth... back and forth....

Until we are done.... Thank you, oh thank you...I'm so glad that part is done.... Now I can go back to the part of being a Daddy I enjoy.

This time I don't wait for Danny to quiet, I lift him up, getting my hands under his arms. I move from sitting to lying on the large love seat and haul Danny on top of me. Dan puts his arms around my neck and wraps his legs around me as best he can before laying his head onto my shoulder, crying and snuggling in. I kiss, I hug. I stroke and rub and pet him. I hurt for my little boy and cry quietly along with him.

Time passes as the four of us quiet and calm. Neither Rob nor I are in any rush. We are enjoying our boys right where they are. Eventually, with Danny quieted, I help him up and we move off to the bathroom. We both drain ourselves. It seems like days have passed since the dragon and gecko were out for these purposes. I wash Danny's face and sponge bath the rest of him, being extra mindful of anything RED. I leave washing items for Rob and Sammy and return to the recliner.

Danny climbs aboard me almost before I can settle. He is very clingy for some time after spankings, which doesn't upset me in the least. When the other two return from draining and cleaning up, I rise and we head for the kitchen. There I get drinks for the boys and drinks for Rob and me along with some basic munches for us all.

It is late evening and already cold and dark, not good transporting conditions for a well spanked boy. Rob calls his home front to check on Helen, Steven and Donny. Helen is fine with having Rob and Sammy stay here. She reports that son Donny is also very well spanked and sleeping in her arms on her bed. Steven is safe at home and not spanked, YET. The little guys giggle when Robert repeats that.

I change into PJ shorts and a clean T-shirt, and haul pillows and bedding into the living room for us. I loan some sleepwear to Rob and bring along two Disney 2X T-shirts for the boys. Sammy knows the story about the Magic T-shirts and is more than happy to have one of his own for the night. Not wanting to be separated, we all settle down on the couch and double-recliner for the night.

A very short time later, there is a knock on the front door followed by an entry. It's Steven.

“Mom knows I'm here, Dad. She's happy and with Donny, and I felt like camping out with you guys.”

Steven removes his winter gear and joins his Dad and Sammy on the couch. He's dressed in a T-shirt and those PJ pants that are all the rage to wear nowadays. After a hug, and a kiss to Steve's hair, Rob pops the question we all have of his son.

“So, Honey... how come Mom said, 'Not spanked, YET!' when I talked to her about you?”

Steven's face turns a little red as he answers his Dad.

“It was just a joke, Dad. Honest. I didn't know about how bad it was with these two guys, really! No one would tell me anything. Officer Kemp had seen me and Riley together earlier; when he heard about the Squirt's troubles, he went looking for me and eventually found me at Bryan's house—you know, round and round in circles from friend to friend. Meanwhile, the Dispatcher had gotten a call looking for Mom from the Community Center because of Donny, so I decided to join Mom there, to help her out.”

“You see, Officer Kemp had turned on the blue lights, not to speed but just to help get people out of the way. They were still on when we got to the Center and everyone was looking at us, so when Officer Kemp and I walked inside I kept my hands behind my back like I was in hand....”

“YOU DIDN'T!” Rob is grinning and trying very hard to not laugh. He releases Sammy and takes hold of his oldest wayward son.

“Honest Dad, I would never have done it to Mom if I had known what really had happened to my little brother and cousin. Honest. It was a joke, and she just freaked out. As far as I knew, only Donny was in trouble and that's never a big deal. I'm real sorry Dad, I already told Mom that I am, and helped with the Donny mess and everything. I wish I hadn't done it now.”

“I guess you just don't want to be left out of today's spankfest, ay SonShine?”

Still grinning, Rob stands his Oldest up, removes his T-shirt and PJ's, and places him over his lap. Fourteen stingers land on the wiggling boy's briefs-covered bottom and two harder ones land on each leg. Steven is red faced, but not crying when he is let up.

“Now off to your Uncle Chris, young man. He is equa...equaaa... allyyy...” Rob is laughing and can't finish the sentence.

Steven comes over to me, and moves in for a hug. Danny wisely moves out of the way, so Steven can bend over his Uncle's lap.

“Does he really mean it Steven?”

“He does Uncle Chris, just as hard as you can, as if you were spanking me for real. If Dad even thinks you're laying off some, he'll spank me again, for REAL; even though this is not a”Naughty Boy“spanking.”

I proceed as requested and expected, right down to the two extra hard spanks to each leg. I get a sniffle from Steve as I hug him, and he politely thanks me. As he walks back to his Dad, I check out his nice red legs, and wonder about his bottom. When he reaches his Dad, Sammy has already moved, allowing Steve the chance to go full over his Dads lap. Rob gives his Oldest a back rub, pausing only long enough to check the redness under his boy's briefs. I can't see for myself, but Rob gives us all a thumbs-up.

Danny has disappeared, but returns shortly. He has brought another Disney T-shirt which he gives to Steven, our last “spanked boy” of the day.

I offer the downstairs bed to Steve, but he would rather sleep on the floor next to his Dad and Brother. I find enough padding and bedding to make it comfortable for him and then turn my attention to Danny.

I pile up some pillows and lie down, Danny crawls onto me and I throw a sheet over us. Rob and Sammy have done the same. Sammy has already started purring from his fathers gentle stroking. Steven has put my 2X T-shirt on, and slips off his briefs just before crawling into his bed.

“Goodnight Son. Got a sock with you?”

“Daaadd.”

“Don't forget these Steven,” and I heave a full box of Kleenex in his direction.

“Uuuunc.”

“Goodnight Steven.”

“Goodnight Son.”

“Have fun!” Rob and I say that together.

“AAaarrrrgh...! Goodnight, Dad, Goodnight, Uncle Chris.”

I turn out the lights, pull Danny's T-shirt out of my way and go to my two handed rubbing of my little guy. Danny snuggles down into me.... He purrs and wiggles as I run my hands over his back and shoulders and knead his little neck.... He purrs and wiggles a little less, now, even though I have moved my hands to his still very warm bottom and soft warm legs.... Now he just purrs... and purrs.... He breathes in and out deeply... and in and out deeply again... and sleeps.... With my arms enwrapping him, I join him.