"The Date" Part 1 (MF/f, MF/m)

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Introduction: There was a time, not all that long ago, when spanking was the norm in American families; particularly in small towns in the southeast. Exactly the reverse of today, parents who never spanked their children were considered somewhat suspect. This story is set in that place and in that time.


The Date

It was nearly midnight and Sam Dover was getting more and more concerned. He was beginning to pace, inadvertently communicating his jitters to his wife, Jan. It was their 16-year-old daughter Sara’s first “real” date; meaning a date that involved her alone with her boyfriend Jim in his car. They were supposed to go to the game at the schoolyard, go to the drive-in burger place to meet friends after the game, and be home by 11PM. Now they were nearly an hour late. Sam knew the game was always over by 10 P.M., the entire trip was less than two miles, and they could even have walked home by now.

At the stroke of midnight, after calling Jim’s father, Sam went hunting for the young couple, leaving Jan to guard the house and phone. “There better be a good reason or her ass is in big trouble” he vowed to himself as he retraced their planned route. His plan was to first check the school, then the burger place, then the common lover’s lanes. As it turned out, he had no trouble finding them. Jim’s car (actually his father’s sedan) was the only vehicle left in the still brightly lit school parking lot. A quick check found the couple in the front seat fast asleep, Sara’s head nestled on Jim’s shoulder. With a sigh of relief, Sam noted that their clothing was still in good order, and little could have happened in this brightly lit, public place.

As Sam opened the car door to wake the couple, he immediately noted the unmistakable odor of alcohol. Now he knew what made them so sleepy. He shook both of the kids awake, locked Jim’s father’s car, pocketed the keys, and drove both of them back to his house to sort things out. Knowing that they were both in big trouble, the kids suddenly seemed wide awake and stone sober.

Arriving back at the house, Sam called Jim’s father to tell him that both his car and his son were safe and that he would call back with the particulars soon. He then led everybody into the living room and sat down as calmly as possible to allow the kids the opportunity to speak for themselves. The story rapidly came out: It seems that someone was illegally selling whisky shots at the game and the kids had each had two drinks on a dare. Not being used to drinking, and feeling odd, Jim had wisely decided to sit at the schoolyard rather than attempt to drive. They had inadvertently fallen asleep, and the rest was history.

Finally, it was Sam’s turn to talk. “Well Sara” Sam said, “You know that drinking alcoholic beverages is against family rules and against the law, and cars and alcohol never mix right?” Sara nodded miserably. “Then perhaps you had better go upstairs and wash up for bed while I take Jim home.” “I think that your mother will agree that you should prepare yourself to be punished, and we will be up in a bit to deal with you.” Already sobbing, Sara fled to her room.

Jim was horrified at this turn of events; “please Mr. Dover, it is all my fault, please punish me instead.” “No” Sam said, “Sara knows perfectly well not to drink and what to expect if she does, I respect your offer but there is nothing you can do to reduce her punishment.” “Then I should get the same punishment that Sara gets” Jim suggested. Sam opened his mouth to refuse and then suddenly stopped and looked reflectively at Jim; “think about what you just said, are you serious?” Sam asked. There was a pregnant pause; finally, decisively, Jim spoke one word: “Yes.” Giving no further hint of his thoughts, Sam left the room, saying he would be right back.

Sam walked to the privacy of his bedroom, picked up the extension telephone and called Jim’s father (who happened to be a childhood friend). Sam filled him in on what the kids had done, of his tentative plans for Sara’s punishment and of Jim’s offer to accept the same punishment from Sam. Jim’s father immediately agreed that this was one case where Jim could have exactly what he wanted. Moments later, Sam strode back into the living room. “OK Jim,” he said, “This is your one chance to back out.” “Do you want the same punishment that Sara is going to get or would you like me to drive you home right now?” Jim said that he would stay and “face the music.”

Sam turned to Jan and suggested that she go upstairs and check on Sara while he talked further with Jim. “You know that this will not necessarily get you out of trouble with your father right?” Jim said “yes” and confessed that when he got a spanking at school, he could expect one at home also, and this might be the same deal. “You know that there is no guarantee that I will ever allow you to see my daughter again even if she still wants to see you after her punishment?” “Yes, I understand” Jim said. “You understand that Sara will hear you get punished and will hear you cry?” Jim gulped, and squeaked “y-y-y yes sir.” (but he silently vowed that no sounds would escape his lips) “This is your absolutely last chance to change your mind!” “Yes sir and I am ready.”

Sam paused for effect, as Jim squirmed. “OK,” Sam finally said, “you win; remove your shoes, shirt and pants and fold them up nice for me so I can carry them away.”

Meanwhile, Jan was upstairs as her freshly-scrubbed daughter finally came out of the bath, dressed only in a bra and panties looking genuinely contrite and teary-eyed. Jan gathered her daughter in a long hug and told her how glad she was to have her back home safely and how much she loved her. “I am so sorry mommy” Sara blubbered into her mother’s shoulder. “I am also sorry honey, but we all have our jobs cut out for us tonight, your father and I have to do our parental duties toward you and you have some serious growing up to do tonight” Jan continued, “Suppose you start tonight’s growing up process by suggesting what your punishment should be?”

There was a long silence.

Just as Jan was about to demand an answer, Sara spoke in a tiny voice; “the belt?” Jan’s chest swelled in pride for her daughter; “the belt” was the ultimate physical punishment in the Dover family, and something Sara had always managed to avoid until now. Jan had heard Ben, her older brother, get punished with the belt a very few times and it made enough of an impression on her that she had managed to avoid it herself. Sara was, however, intimately familiar with the painful effect of a well-applied parental hand or hairbrush on her bare bottom and was well aware that the belt would hurt much more than any punishment that she had ever had before. Sara also remembered another Dover family rule, children have to strip bare to be strapped. Lesser punishments for the Dover children were invariably delivered on the bare bottom; but only with pants, panties or pajamas pulled down just far enough to “get the job done.”

Jan finally spoke, “I am very happy that you agree how serious this is, and yes, a whipping with the belt is exactly what I was thinking about for you, and I think your dad will agree.” She continued, “Let’s get you ready before dad comes up.” “Turn around so I can unfasten your bra.” Her eyes wet with fresh tears, Sara complied, reaching up to free her swelling young breasts from the embrace of the A-sized twin cups as her bra strap came loose. With the limp bra still held in her right hand, and without being told, Sara hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her silk panties and slid them down to her ankles, stepping out of them gracefully. She stood nude before her mother, who directed her to stand in a corner of her bedroom to await her fate.

As Sara tearfully and fearfully stewed in the corner, unbeknownst to her, a similar scene was unfolding downstairs.

Jim stood uneasily in front of Sam wearing just his skivvies, and handed over the neat pile of folded clothing. Sam accepted the bundle, and pointed Jim to an empty corner of the living room. “Get your nose in that corner and don’t you dare move a muscle without a direct order from me; understand?” “Y-Y-Yes sir” Jim stuttered, moving into the corner. Standing right behind Jim, Sam explained that the most difficult part of Jim’s punishment would not leave a mark on him; Jim would have to listen to Sara’s punishment while knowing that he was partly responsible for her pain and tears, and knowing that he was next! “Oh yes!” said Sam, “one more thing before I leave; take off your underpants, hand them to me, and then get your nose right back in that corner.” Sam left the room carrying the pile of clothing, the still-warm underpants on top, leaving the very uncomfortable, apprehensive, and nude young man quite trapped. Jim correctly guessed half of the reason why he was nude; if he changed his mind and bolted to escape his punishment, he would have to do it naked. The other half of the reason for Jim’s nudity involved Sam’s belt and Jim’s bare, upturned, bottom. If Jim had known that part, he would have been far more apprehensive.

Sam climbed the stairs, stashed Jim’s clothing out of sight, and walked into his daughter’s bedroom, leaving the door wide open so that Jim would have plenty to hear. He was slightly taken aback by the unexpected sight of his daughter standing nude facing the corner; he had not had reason to see Sara completely nude for several years and she had certainly changed! Her swelling hips accented her tiny waist, and her round buttocks were quite white compared to the rest of her sunbathed body. Sam was instantly reminded of Jan’s delicious young body 20 years ago in the blush of their early romance. He sat on the bed next to Jan with a question on his face. Jan caught the look and quickly explained that Sara had chosen the belt for her punishment and that she (Jan) agreed that a belt-whipping was an appropriate punishment for what Sara had done. Usually punishment decisions were a matter of private debate between Sam and Jan, but this time Sam agreed completely; as he had intended from the beginning, Sara would get the belt.
“Sara” Sam commanded, “Come and stand in front of us so we can talk.” Sara turned around in that particular stance of young women caught unwillingly naked, one hand cupped over her mound (which had been quite bald the last time Sam had laid eyes on it), and the other trying in vain to hide both pert breasts. “There is no need to cover yourself in front of your parents” Sam scolded, “come here and stand directly in front of us with your hands at your sides.” With no further show of reluctance, Sara obeyed. With fatherly pride, Sam immediately noticed that the front view of his daughter was every bit as perfect as his earlier rear view. He knew immediately that this girl could attract any male with a pulse. Much as his wife had done earlier, Sam stood and gave his daughter a chaste hug and told her how much he loved her, how worried he had been at her absence, and how glad he was that she was home safe. Then he sat back down and gave his daughter a long stare.

Sam might characterize what followed as a “talk,” but most of us would call it a “long scolding” or at least a lecture. He stressed that doing unsafe things on dates could easily result in her death, or merely just ruin her life. He told her that the coming punishment would hurt enough for her to easily remember it for the rest of her life, but that she would survive it without injury and it would probably be something to tell her children about when she was teaching them about the dangers of dating. Then he surprised her by telling her that he always thought she would need this punishment someday, but he did not expect it to be so soon. Jan was not silent during this time, making several points and offering Sara no slack. The parents agreed that Sara would serve two weeks of restriction with very limited dating privileges for a time after that. “Are you mad at Jim?” Sam asked unexpectedly. Sara said “no”; she took responsibility for her own actions. Jim complemented his daughter for giving a good answer. He specifically told her that her restriction meant no social life for two weeks and that she was specifically forbidden to contact Jim over that time. She nodded her tearful agreement.

Finally the two parents fell silent and just stared as Sara squirmed; (she would have been squirming far more had she known that Jim was still downstairs and was going to clearly hear her punishment through her wide-open bedroom door). “I guess it is your turn to talk” Sam finally said. Fresh tears gushed. “I-I-I just want to apologize for what I did one last time and I want you both to know that you will be able to trust me in the future” Sara sobbed, “I am ready to take my punishment now.” Sam stood, leaving Jan sitting alone on the edge of the bed, and explained to Sara that her mommy would be giving her a “warm up spanking” and then he would spank her with his belt. Jan patted her lap meaningfully.

Downstairs, Jim had been staring at the corner and listening to silence for what seemed like hours, when finally he heard a flurry of spanks. He had heard enough spankings in his life to know immediately that this one was on the bare bottom. After a few seconds of steady spanks, he began to hear Sara’s voice, first it was just “oww” and “ooo” but then the begging started, her promises to “never take another drink” and to always “be good” becoming louder, more strident and more irrational. Gradually, Sara’s words turned into unintelligible sobs and the sobs finally turned into true bawling as the spanks continued relentlessly. Jim felt every bit as bad about Sara’s punishment as Sam said he would, yet he was dreading the end of Sara’s spanking because he was next! Until now, as these thoughts filled his head, he was so distracted that he did not picture Sara’s bare ass bouncing jiggling, clenching and turning scarlet it absorbed what seemed to him like a very severe spanking. His mental picture changed instantly when he heard the spanking momentarily stop and then heard Jan’s voice loudly order Sara to “open your legs so I can spank inside your thighs” then “wider!” Then came a new flurry of spanks and Jim heard Sara’s bawling increase dramatically in volume.

Jim was still a virgin, but he knew enough about the female anatomy to know what charms a girl bent over a lap with her legs spread wide open must reveal. At soon as that delicious vision entered his head; his penis sprang to attention and locked stubbornly in place. Knowing that there would be no hiding his condition when Sam returned to spank him, Jim concentrated on anything, *anything!* that might cause his erection to go down, but it was no use; his inflated member seemed locked to stay. Jim’s face turned beet red. The thought of Mr. Dover seeing his obvious arousal after hearing Sara’s spanking worried him far more than the prospect of his imminent spanking. Mr. Dover would think he was some kind of pervert and then he would NEVER be allowed to see Sara again.

Finally, the spanking sounds suddenly ceased and Sara gradually began to quiet. Jim was not terribly relieved that Sara’s horrible spanking was over because he was still “locked up” and was desperately afraid that his condition would soon be discovered.

Upstairs, Sara gradually became aware that her mother had ceased spanking her and was now lovingly rubbing her back. Still in that traditional position across her mom’s lap she gradually calmed down and her cries became merely sobs. Her round bottom was crimson red from just below her tiny waist to just above the backs of her knees. (In the Dover family, a “warm up” spanking was far more than the name implied). Sara had received a very hard hand spanking, the only difference from normal being that Jan had been careful to not cause any bruising on the buttocks themselves, saving that job for the belt. During Sara’s spanking, Sam had hovered uncomfortably nearby, not enjoying his daughter’s distress and dreading his impending role. While Jan was spanking Sara’s inner thighs, Sam had averted his eyes to allow his daughter at least that tiny bit of modesty, although Sara had been far too busy reacting to this new flurry of spanks in such a tender area to notice or appreciate her father’s courtesy. With Sara finally quieted, Jan almost reluctantly guided her daughter back onto her feet and gathered her in a hug. Finally Jan released her daughter and gently propelled her to her father, and to her father’s belt.

After another long hug, Sam finally asked Sara if she was ready to continue her punishment. Sara nodded tearfully. “Describe what your punishment is going to be and exactly why you are getting it” Sam commanded. Sara again confessed about the alcohol and adequately described the bare-bottom strapping she was about to receive. Sam directed her to pile both of her pillows on the edge of her bed and to get into position over them, her feet barely touching the floor, her torso resting on her bed, her arms folded under her, and her bright-red bottom presented in the perfect position to receive the strap. Sam instructed her in a low, calm voice: “Keep your arms clasped under you so you don’t reach back and get your hands hurt by the belt.” “I want you to do your best to hold position for me, but if you really can’t, your mom will help hold you down.” Sara nodded her understanding, her sobbing already starting anew.

The next sound that Sara heard was that particular snickering sound that a leather belt makes when it is purposefully withdrawn from around a man’s waist.

Downstairs, Jim was red-faced and increasingly frantic, convinced that his stubborn hard-on was about to be discovered. Horrifying possibilities spun madly through his head: Would Mr. Dover think he was a pervert? Would he spank him harder because of his obvious impure thoughts about his daughter? Would he tell his father? Would Sara find out? What if Mrs. Dover saw him this way?

Suddenly something happened that immediately drove all of these maddening thoughts out of his head, only to be replaced by a far-worse reality. He heard a loud “SNAP” closely followed by a frantic howl from Sara. Jim’s mouth formed into an “O” and his erection disappeared like a toy balloon pricked by a pin. As it dawned on Jim what was happening, the “snaps” continued one-after-another and Sara’s individual howls of pain soon merged together into one continuous heart-wrenching wail, which then escalated into pitiful screams. Now Jim finally understood why Mr. Dover had not yet come downstairs to deal with him, and, (considering that he expected to receive the exact same treatment that Sara was getting) he was also horrified at the alarming details he was deducing about his own imminent punishment. Jim’s sharp young ears had correctly identified those unexpected loud “snaps” as the sound made by swiftly-moving leather impacting taut young female butt flesh while Sara’s anguished vocalizations gave instant verification. As the punishment progressed, there came two or three pauses in Sara’s whipping while Mr. Dover’s voice could be heard urging her to get back into position and to keep her hands under her so her punishment could continue.

Upstairs, Sam was sick about the pain he was causing his beloved daughter, but determined to do his job as a parent. Always one to get the maximum psychological impact from the minimum amount of punishment, he had allowed Sara to stew, squirm, and clench for a full two minutes before delivering the first stroke. That first swat landed just above the very bottom of Sara’s buttocks. Sam continued resolutely, standing to her left and swinging with his stronger right hand, and slowly working his way up her nether cheeks. Noting that the nearly-supersonic tip of the belt was curling around and making welts on the side of her right asscheek, he backed up slightly so that the wicked tip would leave its painful brand on her sit-spots and even right in her center divide. These welts would turn into tiny bruises that she would feel for several days to come. Sam was patient when Sara got out of position, reaching back to protect her scorching bottom or twisting excessively. Knowing that she was actually making her punishment worse by stretching it out, he forced her to remain an active participant in her own punishment by calmly urging her back into position and making her repeat why she was being spanked before he resumed his work with the strap.

About the time that Sam reckoned that the strapping was half over, it was becoming clear that Sara’s self-control was spent. He motioned for Jan to reach across the bed and hold Sara’s shoulders while he moved to her right side for the final strokes. Thanks to Jan’s help, these left-handed swats were delivered considerably faster than the others. The tip of the belt was now seeking out the other half of Sara’s tortured bottom, so that it would receive an even distribution of belt-tip welts that would reinforce Sara’s lesson every time she sat down for days to come.

Ten minutes later, her punishment finally over, Sara was beginning to calm down and recover from her ordeal with the tender ministrations of her parents. Expecting her parents to tuck her into bed and leave (as usual after a spanking), she was surprised to find herself back in the corner, firmly told to keep her hands away from her still-stinging bottom and not to move. Sam mystified her with the following words: “You are to stand right here and listen, and remember that what you hear is partially your fault. We will be back up to get you and we had better find you right here in the corner.” With that, they left the room.

Sam put his hands to his lips as they started down the stairs, cluing Sara to remain silent, he didn’t want to spoil Jim’s surprise.

Still obediently in his corner, Jim finally heard the stairs creak, heard footsteps behind him, and then heard the squeak of a wooden chair being moved into position somewhere behind him. He had no problem guessing the purpose of that chair! There was a long pause (Sam had a flair for drama). Finally Jim heard Sam’s voice commanding him to turn around. As he obediently turned around, Jim was horrified to see Mrs. Dover sitting on a straight-backed chair with a coarse towel across her lap. Sam was standing next to his wife, folded belt in hand. Horrified to suddenly find himself stark naked in front of his girlfriend’s mother, Jim’s hands immediately shot down to cover his crotch. Her voice sharp as a bullwhip, Jan ordered Jim to put his hands to his sides and to stand in front of them. “Don’t worry,” she explained, “my son Ben is in college now, but I remember well what a boy looks like.”

Jim was then forced to stand and endure a version of the same lecture that Sara had heard earlier about the perils of dating and the dangers of drinking. The lecture concluded with him formally being told what he already knew, he would be spanked by Mrs. Dover and then strapped by Mr. Dover. They then warned the stricken boy about Sara’s two-week restriction and forbade Jim to contact her for those two weeks. Finally, he was allowed to place himself in that time-honored position across Jan’s lap, hands touching the floor, feet barely touching, and pale bottom tilted upward in the perfect position for correction. In a dramatic improvisation, Sam placed his belt on the floor right underneath Jim’s eyes. “We will need that in just a few minutes” Sam said, pointing out the obvious.

Still obediently in her corner, Sara was mystified to suddenly hear the sounds of a bare-bottom spanking reverberate through the house. Possibilities flashed through her head: It couldn’t be Ben (he was out of town), was dad spanking mom? Why? How could this new spanking be her fault?

Downstairs, a battle of wills ensued; Jim was determined that Sara would not hear him cry, yet Jan was determined to get a proper response from this irresponsible boy bouncing on her lap who had endangered her daughter. When Jan finally heard Jim catch his breath and then give a sort of low grunt, she knew that victory was at hand. Moments later, Sara was shocked to hear Jim’s voice rise above the incessant spanking sounds, first begging for respite, then making “ouch” and “ooo” vocalizations, and then finally breaking down completely and eventually bawling like an adolescent.

Stuck in the corner of her upstairs bedroom, Sara could only guess what was happening downstairs; she only knew for sure that it was Jim getting the spanking; a bare-bottom spanking judging from the sharp sounds wafting through her open bedroom door. Assuming that her father had taken Jim home earlier, she finally decided that Jim’s father must have brought him back to her house to punish him in front of her parents. Then her ears gave her another bit of information that forced her to rethink that scenario; she heard her mother loudly give Jim a familiar order, “Spread your legs so I can spank your inner thighs” and then “wider!” Her jaw dropped, it was her mother who was spanking Jim Then a horrible thought hit her, what if Jim had been in the house all the time and had heard her wail her way through her own bare-ass spanking and strapping?

Sara was a good girl, and still very much a virgin, but she had the normal hormones that come with a teenage female body and she was blessed with a rich imagination. Her thoughts soon zoomed past her concern for Jim’s distress, and then even more quickly zoomed past her embarrassment at Jim apparently hearing her get her bare tush spanked and strapped. Her head now held a remarkably accurate picture of Jim’s red wide-open red bottom bouncing, jiggling and twisting as it absorbed a torrent of spanks from his mother. Her mental picture was anatomically correct enough to include Jim’s dangling cock and balls nicely framed by his wide-open, muscular legs, swinging from the motion imparted from the spanking. (She had seen her brother naked, and had shyly felt Jim’s stiffness through his pants enough to have a pretty good picture of the male apparatus.) Not surprisingly, Sara felt a not-unfamiliar warm flooding sensation in her groin. Still obediently standing in her corner, her knees spread slightly and a finger guiltily snuck down to scratch a delicious itch. Suddenly every nerve ending in her body seemed to be totally alive, her butt pain changed into a strangely satisfying sting, her groin was involved in obvious ways, Technicolor erotic images played through her head as the spanking sounds from downstairs added erotic reinforcement. Risking that both of her parents were busy downstairs, Sara’s knees buckled against the wall and she supported herself with her forehead jammed in the corner as she quickly gave herself a guilty relief with her plunging finger. Sara was forever hooked, for the rest of her life she would crave the occasional combination of a hot butt along with the satisfaction of her hot womanhood. From that moment on, she would both fear and crave spankings from her parents, and later from her lovers.

When Jim’s resolve to take his punishment in silence was finally broken down by Jan’s capable handiwork, it was like a dam bursting. His world instantly narrowed to include only his scorching hot bottom, the continuing ministrations of Mrs. Dover, and his guilt over the behavior that had earned him this punishment. As he lost control, his hands came up off of the floor and the right one drifted back to protect his fast-reddening bottom. Jan easily caught the wayward hand and trapped it in the small of Jim’s back, which also helped her control the twisting and bouncing of Jim’s rapidly reddening bottom.

With Jim’s buttocks, hips and the back of his upper legs sufficiently punished, Jan finally commanded Jim to open up his legs to expose his delicate inner thighs for punishment, (it was this command that Sara heard upstairs). Jim finally complied to Jan’s satisfaction, (he now had not a single square inch of privacy from Mrs. Dover’s eyes) and the spanking resumed anew with Jim’s incoherent vocalizations becoming far louder and more strident. Jan spanked Jim in that tender place every bit as hard as she had Sara earlier, but the process took slightly longer because she had to take care to avoid damage to certain equipment that Jim had in that general area.

Finally Jim became aware that Mrs. Dover was no longer spanking him, and he looked down at the waiting belt with new trepidation. Finally, Jan released him saying “you may pick up the belt and take it to Mr. Dover, keep your hands away from yourself.” Jim complied, still sniffling. He held the belt as if it were about to burst into flames and looked at Sam fearfully. “Tell us why you are being punished and exactly what is going to happen next” Sam commanded. Jim stumbled and sobbed his was through the required explanation of his wrongdoing and a description of his coming strapping, Sam asked the occasional question to force him to be explicit. Finally, Sam directed Jim to hand him the strap and to position himself across the end of the sofa, with its padded arm forcing his red bottom up high for the caress of the belt.
As he had earlier with Sara, Sam loomed over Jim, belt in hand, for several minutes to give him ample time to squirm and anticipate his coming punishment. Finally, without the slightest warning, Jim heard a whistling sound followed by a loud “Crack!” There was actually a noticeable time lag between the sound of the collision of the belt against his right ass cheek and the moment when his brain finally registered the outraged reaction of thousands of nerve endings. Jim screamed in sudden anguish. Totally unimpressed by Jim’s distress, Sam slashed down with the belt again and again and again. Jim started to rise from the couch, but Sam’s harsh voice threw him back down into position. The belt strokes came somewhat slower now, with Sam watching Jim’s hands carefully to assure that they did not fly back to protect his flaming bottom. Twice, Sam had to stop to order Jim back into his proper position. Jim’s only additional punishment for these lapses was being made to wait as much as a full minute for the strapping to resume, multiplying Jim’s pain and humiliation by simply delaying the end of his punishment. As before, Sam carefully gauged his strokes to guide that evil belt tip to caress various parts of Jim’s bottom rather than always curling around to mark his hip. Finally, Sam switched to Jim’s other side and switched the belt to his left hand, signaling for Jan to help Jim stay in position for the final strokes.

Jan stepped to the couch and held the bare, scarlet-assed boy’s shoulders firmly and nodded at Sam. Sam applied ten fast left-handed strokes of his belt as Jim hollered bucked against Jan’s firm embrace. Upstairs, finally returned to earth from her earlier dalliance, Sara guiltily listened to her boyfriend’s agony and knew first-hand what he was feeling. Fresh tears sprang into Sara’s eyes, some falling to her feet as she obediently remained in her corner.

Suddenly, the strapping was over. Jan continued to embrace the anguished boy as he cried unashamedly; cried from the pain of his punished bottom, cried from the guilt that he still felt at getting Sara in trouble, and cried from his relief at finally finishing the worst punishment of his young life. When she sensed Jim finally returning to reality, Jan gave the boy a motherly kiss on the cheek and asked him softly if he was ready to get up. He nodded silently and Jan immediately released him. He stiffly stood up; eyes wet with tears, and rubbed his bottom gingerly with both hands, not even thinking to turn his still-naked groin away from Jan.

Sam retrieved Jim’s pile of clothing and gruffly told him to get dressed so he could take him home. Still sanding in front of his girlfriend’s parents, Jim complied, carefully stepping into his briefs and gingerly pulling them up and over his swollen bottom. He painfully continued this reverse strip-tease until he was finally fully dressed.

Sam finally spoke, “Before I take you home to face your father, we had better talk; let’s go set down at the kitchen table” Walking stiffly, Jim followed Sara’s parents into the kitchen and, following their lead, sat gingerly on one of the hard dinette chairs. “You have impressed both of us greatly tonight”, Sam started, “first you impressed us with your irresponsibility when you take our daughter out in a car and then drink alcohol, and then you impressed us with your responsibility when you insisted on being punished for your mistake and then took that punishment like a man.” “We don’t know which guy is the real Jim” Jan added.
Sam shocked Jim by asking, “Are you still interested in Sara?” “Y-Y-Yes sir”, Jim answered. Finally Sam delivered his next shocker, “I think she is still interested in you also, but remember that you are not to attempt to contact her for the next two weeks while she is on restriction; understand? “Yes sir” Sam continued: “After that two weeks, if Sara is still interested, we will invite you for supper and the four of us will try to figure out if we can trust you two to do some very limited dating. I can tell you now; there will be no cars for a long time!” Jim grinned in relief, “Thank you sir.”

Sam had more good news; “The final decision is of course up to your father, but I will tell him how well you took your spanking and strapping and that I think you don’t need any more. Now get out to the car so I can take you home and so the Dover family can finally get some sleep”

Jim limped towards the Dover family car, looking as happy as any freshly-strapped boy (who still had to deal with his own angry father) could ever expect to be.


Epilogue:

Finally alone with his son, Jim’s father took one look at Jim’s bottom and instantly decided that everything Sam had told him was true, Jim had certainly been punished enough for now; but Jim did not totally escape further punishment. After enduring a long lecture from his father, Jim was told that he was not to be allowed the keys to the family car for at least thirty days and then only after he brought his father a certain hairbrush and requested a lengthy bare-bottom “reminder spanking”. But that is another story.

After dealing with the usual pressures, problems and delights of young love over the next few years, including separations for college and other relationships, wedding bells finally rang in the small town church for Jim and Sara. Their marital bedroom was to resound with many erotic spankings over a lifetime of sensuous and happy marriage. But that is another story.

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