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When Tommy’s Dad confronts his muscular neighbor for spanking his son, he soon finds himself over the disciplinarian’s knee for a humiliating bare-ass spanking.
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Tommy’s Dad
by Redrears

I had never been in favor of using spanking as a form of discipline with my son. I wasn’t spanked as a child and never felt it an acceptable or effective means of child rearing. I managed to grow up ok without it and except for the usual problems, occasionally disrespectful, disobedient and such; my son was doing ok too.
So you can imagine how embarrassing and surprising it is to find myself standing in my new neighbor’s home in the corner with my pants and underpants around my ankles and my bare red 43 yr old rear end on display like a naughty little boy, and for the second time!

It all started about a month ago. I had come home early and was sitting at the kitchen table doing some bills. My 15 yr old son, Tommy came rushing in crying and rubbing his butt.

“What’s the matter, Tommy”?

“Mr. Reynolds got really mad and spanked me, Dad, and real hard too on my bare butt, he’s a fucking jerk!”

“Are you serious, he hit you?”

“Hit me? He fucking beat my ass and he used some hairbrush too, not just me but Mike jr. too. He’s a fucking maniac; you should call the cops or something”.

“Well, I just might but first I’m going over there and give him a piece of my mind, no one hits my son”!

“Fucking tell that shithead off dad”

“Hey watch the language, by the way, why did he spank you and Mike anyway?”

“It was no big deal, we just took a couple of sips of beer and Mike’s dad came home and caught us and he went all ballistic, he’s a fucking mad man, you should kick his ass, dad”

“Stop with the fucking foul language….and no ones kicking anyone’s ass, we don’t solve problems in this family by hitting, but he’s going to get a piece of my mind and a law suit if he ever tries spanking my kid again. It’s no excuse for hitting you, but you sure shouldn’t have been drinking beer at your age”

“Yeah, sue his ass, dad, man my fucking ass is on fire, I can’t sit down”

“STOP THE DAMN FOUL LANGUAGE” I yelled. “Pull down you pants and let me see your behind”

“No way, I’m not baring my butt, it’s embarrassing, dad”!

“C’mon, I have to see how much damage he caused”

Tommy reluctantly lowered his pants and underwear.

“Wow, your butt cheeks look like two red apples” I said

Rubbing his sore tail, he said “And it hurts like a thousand bee stings”

The sight of my son’s red backside enraged me. How dare this man inflict that kind of damage on my son? I walked briskly over to the Reynolds home to tell him of and tell him off good.

The Reynolds were new to the neighborhood. I had never met the father and had only met his young son Mike once or twice when he was over our house to meet up with my son. When I first heard of them moving into our street, I was happy they’re would be a boy my son’s age to hang out with, I was always having to drive him cross town to meet one of his friends from school and I thought if they hit off it would be convenient for both families. As it happened, they became fast friends right off the bat. I had been meaning to stop over and welcome Mike Sr, to the neighborhood but I had been busy with work and didn’t get to it. It’s a shame our first meeting has to be under these circumstances.

I was still fuming and determined to tell this jerk off as I rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer. I was surprised when this very tall, very muscular, fairly young looking guy opened the door. He looked to me to be about 30, I later found out he was 36. He must have been about 6’3” and 220, which slightly intimidated my 5’9”, 175 kind of soft frame.

“Hello, can I help you” he smiled

“Yes, I’m Bill Walker, er ah…I’m Tommy’s dad, are you ..ah ..er … I’m looking for Mike Reynolds, Mike jr’s dad”I stammered.

Sticking out his hand, and flashing me this big smile, he said. “I’m Mike Reynolds, Bill it’s great to meet you, please come in; I was planning to visit you right after dinner”

Not taking his hand to shake, I charged in and said, “I just bet you were, this isn’t a social call, I want to know who the fuck you think you are to hit my son?

“Whoa, calm down Bill, there’s no need to curse, I didn’t hit your son, well technically, I did I guess, but I just spanked him” he said still smiling

“I don’t care what the fuck you call it his backside is as a red as a fire-engine and he says he can’t sit down and I want to know what gave you the idea you could do that” I glared.

“Bill, let’s try and calm down, I don’t think you understand the situation.” Mike said, “Tommy and my son, Mike Jr. were drinking beer when I came home, I’m sure you wouldn’t approve, as I don’t ,so I took their pants down and spanked both their little bare bottoms good and red, something they both deserved I’m sure you’ll agree.” he said calmly

“No I don’t agree, asshole, I don’t think you should beat anyone for taking a couple of sips of beer and especially my son. If you want to abuse your kid, fine but keep your fucking hands off mine, got it douch-bag” I yelled

The color drained from Mike’s face, “I have never ever”abused“my son, I love him with my whole heart and soul, I occasionally give him loving discipline in the form of a spanking, which I believe all fathers should when needed” he said angrily

“I don’t give a fuck what you do just keep your hands off my son” I said turning to leave, “Or you will hear from my lawyers”

“You know, I’m a reasonable man and I was hoping we could be friends, I actually thought I was doing you a favor by spanking your boy on the spot for drinking. You, on the other hand, stormed into my house not even given me the courtesy of shaking my hand, cursing at me like some foul mouth punk and not even giving me a chance to speak. You’re perfectly right to have your own ideas about discipline and perhaps I was wrong for assuming that you would agree with mine, but you could use a lesson in common courtesy” he said standing inches away from me.

“I don’t need any fucking lesson from you, and I’m not the least bit intimidated by you, just keep your hands off my son, and as a matter fact tell that dip-shit son of yours to stay away from my son.” I said, moving to leave.

All of sudden I felt myself being pulled, I lost my balance or fell, I don’t remember which exactly but I found my self bent over Mike’s knee as he sat down on his couch. I tried to push myself to a standing position but he held me firmly in place. Then I felt it. WACK…. Mike’s firm hard hand smacked my ass. WACK ….again. It took me a second to realize what was happening. Mike Reynolds was spanking me like I was some little kid over his knee.

“What the fuck are you doing” I yelled.

“I’m going to give you a lesson in manners that you won’t forget, you’re going to get what your son got earlier today, a good old fashioned spanking, something your daddy should have given you a long time ago” WACK!

I wiggled and squirmed but Mike had me over one knee and had me locked in firmly in place with his other leg, my face was nearly touching his rug and my ass was arched up in the air for an easy target.

“Are you insane, I’m 43 yrs old you can’t spank me, let me up you asshole” I shouted.

“Well, I’m 36 and I think you’re wrong, it sure looks like I’m spanking you” he laughed.
“And after I tanned this big behind of yours, I’m going to take care of your filthy mouth” he said, with determination.

WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK

The smacks continued alternating back and forth from one ass cheek to the other. I began to yelp with each smack as his strong hand slapped my upturned butt hard. This was really beginning to sting.

“Let me up god damnit, do you realize I’m an attorney and I can have you arrested” I shouted

He laughed. “Do realize I’m a professional football player and I don’t give a damn, I’m still going to tan your hide good!”

WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK.

This was beginning to really hurt, both my butt and my pride. I was beginning to whimper and my attitude was beginning to change with each smack to my now sore backside.

“Ok ok you proved your point Mike, I’m sorry I was rude, now let me up” I pleaded

“We’re not nearly done, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, I don’t think you’re truly sorry yet and I know you haven’t nearly learned your lesson, and you’ve loss the privilege of calling me Mike, from now on you address me as Sir…WACK…Is that clear…..silence from me……….WACK…I SAID IS THAT CLEAR” he shouted

With my behind stinging and my pride completely destroyed, I shouted in mock sarcasm “SIR, YES, SIR”

WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK

“Somehow, I don’t think that was sincere, you still are not getting the message, I want to hear some real remorse for your discourtesy behavior and foul language and a promise to behave maturely in the future, I’m going to have to step up this spanking a little” he said calmly

Then it happened, I felt my shirt being pulled up my back, and Mike’s fingers reaching under the waistband of my pants and starts to tug.

I was wearing my suit pants from work and while they were a thin worsted wool fabric and not offering much protection to my burning ass, that wasn’t my chief concern. I have always somewhat modest, even dressing and undressing quickly in gym as a kid plus the sheer embarrassment of having my pants pulled down for a bare bottom spanking like a little boy was too much to bear. I began to plead.

“Oh my gosh, what are you doing, please don’t do this is humiliating, please Mike please don’t take down my pants, I’m sorry, I won’t be rude again, I promise” I begged

“What did you call me” he asked sternly

“Oh I’m sorry, please Sir” I said hurriedly

“Well, I’m sorry Billy, but I find the real lesson doesn’t begin till the naughty boys pants and undies are down around his ankles and his bare bottom is spanked, and you, after all have been a very naughty boy, haven’t you?” He asked teasing me

With that and one big tug in a single motion he had my suit pants and my under wear down to my thighs revealing my bare backside, I was mortified.

“Well, well, well a nice big pink hiney already, and smooth as a little boy’s butt not hair on those chubby little cheeks” he said

Then he did the unthinkable, at least to me and my sense of modesty, I felt him pull my cheeks apart exposing my asshole to the air.

“And look at this, not a hair in your crack or around that little pink rosebud of yours, yup just like a little boys rear” he said almost clinically.

The smacks and the lecture started, WACK you are going to learn some manners, WACK , you shake a man’s hand when it’s offered to you, WACK and you never curse or call some one a filthy name, WACK, AND YOU NEVER ACCUSE A MAN OF ABUSING HIS SON, WACK, DO YOU HEAR ME LITTLE BOY“he asked

Having my butt bared made a huge difference in both the pain level and psychologically, I was starting to yelp and yell and I felt like a bad little boy.

“Yes sir” I’m sorry Sir really, I’ll be good, I promise, I said almost crying.

Then we both heard it at the same time, a chuckle, I craned my neck as Mike noticed what I noticed…..Mike Jr sitting on the stairs laughing.

“What are you doing out of your room young man, you’re being punished and you’re suppose to be doing your homework, now get back in your room unless you think your tail needs another spanking, NOW” Mike insisted

“Gee, Dad I just came out because with all the yelling, I thought someone was being killed, I didn’t know it was just Mr. Walker getting his fanny tanned” he laughed

“Get moving mister, wait a minute, get me my hairbrush first, will you pal” he asked

“Sure thing Dad, yikes Mr. Walker your butt is in for it” Mike Jr said

I didn’t think I could possibly be more embarrassed, here I was a grown 43 yr old man getting a spanking by a guy 7 yrs my junior and his son sees my bare red ass getting it too.

Mike Jr comes down stairs with wooden hairbrush, this must be the weapon that made Tommy’s backside so red, and I cringe.

“Thanks buddy, do me one more favor, pull Mr. Walkers shirt off, his darn shirt tail is getting in the way” he said matter of factly.

“Sure thing Pops” Mike Jr quickly agreed as he pulled my Brooks Brothers oxford right off me.

Now, my worst nightmare, except for my pants and under wear and shoes I was in my birthday suit! And then….

“You know what pull off his pants and undies too; he won’t be needing them for a while” Mike sr said.

“You got it pops” Mike Jr said as he removed my shoes, then pants and underwear.

I was mortified as I watched Mike Jr fold my pants and underwear and slowly put them on the couch next to Mike leering over at my upturned red butt, I must have been quite a site.

“That is one big red hiney, Mr. Walker”, Mike Jr teased

“Ok, that’s enough get moving” Mike Sr laughed

With that Mike Jr slapped me hard on the ass and said, “Good Luck, Mr. Walker.

Mike Sr. laughed clearly enjoying his son’s antics, “Final time, get moving mister”

Mike Jr. quickly headed back upstairs, saying as he goes, “I couldn’t help it Dad, Mr. Walkers got one big bubble rear on him, it’s like Tommy’s rear only way bigger” laughing as he left the room.

“Kids” Mike said shaking his head. “Now where were we”?

“Please Mike I swear I’ve learned my lesson, I will never again be that rude or use foul language in your presences and I’m not going to report you to the police, let’s just forget it and let me up” I asked

“First, I told you are to call me Sir, Second, I know you are not going to report me to the Police, you’d have to tell them that you got your bare fanny spanked like a bad little boy over my knee. You’d probably have to drop your pants and show the cops your red ass. I imagine you be the laughing stock of the whole judicial system when the word got out…and it would, you know how cops gossip. Lastly, I don’t want you to forget it, believe this hairbrush is going to sting your behind and you’re going to remember this spanking and why you got it for at least a week every time you sit down. Both you and young Tommy and Mike Jr are going to have a sore fanny for a while

Then he peppered my ass hard with that damn brush for what seem like an eternity but was probably only five minutes. Tommy was dead on, it felt like a 1000 bee stinging my poor red rear end. I won’t give you all the details because it’s too embarrassing. Suffice it to say Mike had me crying like a little boy and begging and promising to be good.

When it was over he let me up and made me stand in the corner buck naked rubbing my sore behind. He then got a bar of ivory soap and washed my mouth out, while lecturing me about my foul language. After, he let me rinse out my mouth he made me sit on his knee like a little boy and he asked me if I had learned my lesson. Naturally, I told him I had.

I thought my ordeal was over, but he stood me up walked my over to the mirror in the hallway and made me look at my bright red bottom. I was so embarrassed, I avoided mirrors because I had gotten a little plump and I saw my self with my big belly and big round red rear end and my dick which had shriveled up and I did look like a chubby boy who had just gotten spanked.

Then he said, “Ok Bill, your punishment is over, I think you’ve learned a valuable lesson. Now, I want you to go outside, ring the doorbell and let’s start this all over again”

“Thanks Mike, Good Idea” and I started to grab my clothes.

“I didn’t say get dressed” Mike stated simply

“What, you don’t expect me to go outside buck naked do you? I asked

He forcefully grabbed me by the arm led me to the door, opened it…turned me facing outward and gave me a quick hard crack across my bare can. “You bet your ass I do” and shoved me out the door and slammed it shut

I panicked, I was outside, completely bare, my clothes inside, I thought of making a mad dash home but I lived 3 houses down and it was still light outside and I could hear kids playing in the street. I decided to do what he said and I rang the bell.

I rang and rang ..Five minutes and no answer, obviously Mike was making me sweat. Then the door opened and it was Mike Jr.

“Oh Mr. Walker, I thought you had left” he said with his mouth wide open.

I stood there cupping my dick and meekly asked, “Mike is your dad home”?

Mike Jr was completely baffled and he said “Come in….Dad it’s uh Mr. Walker and he’s bareassed”

“Thanks Mike, you can go back to your room, now” Mike Jr left shaking his head in bewilderment.

“Bill, good to see you, I’m Mikes dad, Mike also” he said sticking out his hand

I quickly caught on and gave his hand a hearty shake, “Bill Walker, Mike great to meet you.”

He grabbed my clothes and told me to get dressed and come and sit in the living room. He went into the kitchen and came back with a couple of beers and handed one to me.

“Bill, I understand you’re a little upset about the spanking I gave your son Tommy, I’d like to hear what’s on your mind” he said politely

Then I proceeded to tell him that I was upset with him because I didn’t believe in spanking and even if I did it really wasn’t his place to spank someone else’s son. That the better thing would have been to send him home and called me and tell me what the problem was and let me deal with it in the way I thought best. He, unfairly, assumed my role as Tommy’s dad. I told him I appreciate the fact that young boys drinking beer is serious but I wished he had handled it differently.

Mike looked at me calmly and said, “I see your point Bill, I acted impulsively and should have consulted with you in this matter. I promise this will never happen again, please accept my apology”

I looked at him stunned and said, “Of course, Mike, thanks for understanding”

We sat quietly drinking our beers for a few minutes when Mike yelled upstairs for Mike Jr to come down.

When he came down, Mike told him to sit down and he said, “Mike your dad got a little ticked off by Mr. Walker and decided he needed a lesson, well he’s learned that lesson and as far as I’m concerned it’s over. Now because of circumstances you happened to be a witness to his spanking, but it’s a personal matter between him and I, and I don’t want it discussed outside this house to anyone that includes Tommy or anyone else. And I don’t want you ever again to make any smart ass remarks to Mr. Walker about this incident or his fat behind or anything else of that nature, is that clearly understood .”

“Yes Sir” Mike Jr said

“I mean it Mike, if you ever say anything to anyone, I’ll take a layer of skin off your fanny” Mike insisted.

“I swear I won’t Dad, I’m sorry I laughed and was such a smart ass Mr. Walker, I know one of dad’s tannings hurts like hell and it’s not funny” He said sticking out his hand to shake

“That’s ok Mike, I appreciate your discretion.

“Well now that that’s settle back to your room, Pal, you’re still grounded” Mike said

“Well Bill, I hope you’ll reconsider your attitude about spanking, I think you know first hand how effective it can be.” he smiled

Shifting from cheek to cheek on my sore bottom, I was forced to agree that maybe Tommy could use the occasional spanking and mouth soaping for his filthy mouth, but I was probably to blame for that.

“Still, I promised I’d never spank your son again and I meant it. I said nothing about you however, despite my being younger, I think you still need some guidance from a more disciplined man; expect to find your bare ass over my knee again for a good spanking when you need it. For starters, I want you to drop 20 lbs and get your tail to the gym with me to put on some muscle” He said

I just gulped and said “yes sir”

As a matter of fact my failure to take that instruction seriously is why I’m standing in Mike’s Living room corner butt naked with another sore red fanny, but that’s another story.

The End

Redrears