In this sequel to one of my favorite spanking stories (Tommy's Dad by Redrears), author Pencil takes the story even further with hunky neighbor getting his just dues. A big thanks to Pencil for the great trip down memory lane!
Baring My Tough Neighbour’s Ass, Tommy’s Dad’s revenge
by Pencil
Based on Tommy's Dad by Redrears
This is an homage to one of my favourite stories, "Tommy's Dad" by Redrears.
I had never been in favour 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 was to find myself standing in my new neighbour’s home in the corner with my pants and underpants around my ankles and my bare red rear end on display like a naughty little boy, and more than once!
Thats right!. My neighbour first spanked me when I went over there to confront him about spanking my teenaged son. No surprise he physically over powered me; he is a muscular fit man and a professional football player as opposed to my bookish self. And much of the shameful episode happened in front of his son. Even worse our sons are friends so my own boy knows about my humiliation and has even coyly commented on it a few times. Needless, to say I was never aggressive with him again. Since that time it has been awful to see that macho neighbour of mine swaggering, waving casually to me and smiling as if we were the best of friends.
Every time, we have chatted, he has had that smug smile on his face. Ive always tried to talk as normally as possible but in my mind I knew he was picturing me naked and red-assed like a bad little boy. I had to do something. Thats why when my son told me about the Office of the Bully Corrections, I had to make a report.
It was a nice Sunday afternoon when the young officers showed up. They looked very professional in their crisp uniforms. After the introductions we went next door. I knew my neighbour was home as I had seen him earlier that day mowing his lawn through my front window. It was a hot day and he was shirtless. No doubt that conceded jackass, enjoyed showing off his physique. Some young ladies stopped to enjoy the view as they walked by. He smiled at them and waved. They giggled as they waved back; the scene made me nauseas.
The three of us walked up the Reynolds’s porch and rang the doorbell. Mike answered the door.
He was still shirtless; definitely well built with muscular pecs and strong arms. A hairy chest trailed down to a line that went over his washboard abs and then disappeared into his underwear which was visible over his low hanging loose jeans. Wearing no belt, his jeans were held up by muscular thighs and protruding muscular buttocks.
Hello, Bill what’s up? Who are your two friends?he asked as he smiled.
One of the officers spoke up.
We are looking for a Mike Reynolds.
Sticking out his hand, and flashing us this big smile, he said. I’m Mike Reynolds, Bill it’s great to see you again, please come in; The boys are upstairs somewhere
No one taking his hand to shake, we walked in and I said, This isn’t a social call, Mike, these two gentlemen are officers of the Bully Corrections Department and they’re here to help me ... Correct you.
Mike looked at the two armed men and smiled confidently.
Whoa, calm down Bill, there’s no need to be rude, why don’t you guys come in a sit down we will talk this out over a beer.
He stood in front of us and touched the hairs on his chest and turned his head and sniffed his pit, I have to apologize guys, I’m a little sweaty after working in the yard. I would have cleaned up if I knew I would be having guests.
We sat down and Mike started towards his kitchen to get beers, but stopped when the two offers told him that they didn’t drink while on duty. Mike then offered me a beer and I told him to sit down and shut up. He was taken aback by my authoritative tone.
Hey Bill, he said a little sternly, You know that tone doesn’t work with me. I thought we went through all this already.
Thats when one of the officers spoke up. He explained to Mike the power of their office and all the rules of that he was now subject to. They explained how I was in charge until further notification.
Mike chuckled, Ok so let me get this straight, if I submit to some kind of punishment from Billy here, then I don’t get charged with anything and no jail time.
He was almost right. He actually was already charged and found guilty; Guilty of Bullying!
He didn’t seem very worried.
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 you call it! His backside was as a red as a fire-engine and he he couldn’t sit down for a week and I want to know what gave you the idea you could do that I glared. And then to me..., I couldn’t bring myself to even continue I was so angry.
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 will all agree. he said calmly.
No I don’t agree, anyway it doesn’t matter now, you are going to get a taste of your own medicine. These officers are here to help me administer justice. And I think what a bully like you needs is feel what its like to be on the receiving end of that abuse. Now I want you to come over here and lay across my lap.. Now!
Ha Ha, Ok I get it, you want to feel like the man again. Ok sure.. why not? But maybe we should go somewhere else. He gestured towards stairs where presumedly our sons were.
No! Here and now!
He looked amused; Sure buddy. What ever you want.
He walked over and aquardly laid across my lap. The big man was heavy and he smelled like sweat. He had broad shoulders and a muscular back which glistened with sweat. There was a soft patch of light hairs at his lower back. His very nice rounded ass look very good in those jeans and so close up made a very tempting target.
Even over my lap like this he wouldn’t shut up with his arrogant drivel; You know, I’m a reasonable man and I was hoping we could be friends, I actually thought I was doing you a favour 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. You needed that spanking I gave you because you needed a lesson in common courtesy. I thought you learned that lesson till nowhe said facing the floor with his ass inches away from me.
I don’t need any lesson from you, but now you are going to get one from me I replied.
Sure go ahead. Give it your best., he said calmly.
I’m going to give you a lesson in manners that you won’t forget, you’re going to get what you so much like to give out, a good old fashioned spanking, something your daddy should have given you a long time ago
He tried to answer something about his spankings as a boy and it made him a better man or some such BS but I stopped him mid sentence with some physical force. I struck with my open hand... WACK!
He squirmed but stayed in place. His face was nearly touching his rug and his ass was arched up in the air for an easy target.
Oww, Fuck!, not bad!, I’m impressed. Better arm then I expected. he said playfully.
And after I tan this big behind of yours, I’m going to take care of your filthy mouth I said, with determination.
Sure, he said; still not sounding phased.
WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK I struck again and again as hard as I could.
He started to wiggle his butt around. I knew the pain was getting to him.
The smacks continued alternating back and forth from one ass cheek to the other. He began to grunt with each smack as I slapped his upturned butt hard. Im sure it was beginning to sting.
Ok I think thats enough, he said trying to sound calm.
I continued.
He raised his voice Ok, stop this ... damnit, do you realize I’m a professional football player and .... He looked sideways and up at the two officers sitting watching dispassionately. Neither said a word.
I laughed. Do realize I’m a professional attorney and I don’t give a damn if you want to stop this now, I will be happy to see you in jail for a long time.
He didn’t move.
I didn’t think so I mocked. I’m going to tan your hide good!
WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK.
This was beginning to really hurt him; both his butt and his pride. He was grunting through gritted teeth and his attitude was beginning to change with each smack to his now sore backside.
Ok ok you proved your point Bill, I’m sorry I spanked you and your boy, now lets end this he tried.
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 Bill, from now on you address me as Sir...WACK...Is that clear...silence from him......WACK...I SAID IS THAT CLEAR! I shouted.
He shouted back 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 bullying behaviour and foul language and a promise to behave maturely in the future, I’m going to have to step up this spanking a little I said calmly.
I reached under the waistband of his jeans and starts to tug downwards.
His work jeans were loose and thick and probably offering some protection to his burning ass, but that wasn’t my chief concern. I have always been somewhat modest, even dressing and undressing quickly in gym as a kid so the sheer embarrassment of having my pants pulled down by Mike for a bare bottom spanking like a little boy was too much to bear. However, I suspected Mike had a different view about his nudity. Being an athlete he was probably use to sauntering around the locker room naked and I knew he was proud of his hot build. So I was worried he would just laugh off me baring his butt.
Hey man, what are you doing?, he asked alarmed and he turned and looked up at the officers, Ahh, I don’t think your allowed to do this Bill
One of the officers broke his silence, He is absolutely allowed to take down your pants, Mr Reynolds. As far as the law is concerned, he is at this time, your legal guardian and he can punish you as he pleases.
Oh man, hey.. wait Bill, don’t do this. I mean.. our kids are upstairs and...
It is humiliating?, I finished for him, You took down my pants.. Remember?
But that was ... Only two of us ... mostly ...and ... these two guys watching and my kid is upstairs and ... Ok, I’m sorry, I won’t be a bully again, I promise
What did you call me I asked sternly and I gave his butt a hard WHAP!
Oww!, I’m sorry, SIR He said hurriedly.
Well, I’m sorry Mikey, but I find the real lesson doesn’t begin till the naughty boy’s 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? I asked teasing him.
With that, and few big tugs, I had his jeans and his under wear down to his thighs revealing his bare backside.
Fuck, he whined. That smug look was gone from his face. Now he looked pissed off. He looked at the two officers as if to ask Seriously?
Well, well, well a nice big hiney you have and already pink. Look at these fuzzy cheeks and what a hairy ass crack you have! How do you wipe properly with all this hair in your crack,? I asked. Let’s see.
Then I did what would be violating to any man, at least to me and my sense of modesty, I pulled his cheeks apart wide exposing his asshole to the air.
And look at this, swirls of hair around that little pink rosebud of yours. Looks clean though, just sweaty I said clinically.
His face blushed and he looked even angrier but he held his tongue.
The smacks and the lecture started, WACK, You are going to learn some manners, WACK , you do not spank another man’s child, WACK and you never curse or call some one names, WACK, AND YOU NEVER try to make and man feel less than you, WACK, DO YOU HEAR ME LITTLE BOY, I asked.
I was pleased that having his butt bared made a huge difference in both his pain level and psychologically, I could see by his angry red face and by the fact that he was starting to yelp and yell that he was not enjoying himself. I think he did feel like a bad little boy.
Yes sir! I’m sorry Sir really, I’ll be good, he said through gritted teeth.
Then we all heard at the same time, a young chuckle. Mike craned his neck upwards as he noticed what we all noticed...Mike Junior and my son Tommy were sitting on the stairs laughing.
Mike composed himself quickly as he propped his head up from the floor. What a sight he must have been to the two teens. A big grown man over my lap with a bare ass looking up at them.
Hey young man, he began with a stern tone, get your ass upstairs and take your friend with you. Mr Walker and I are just ...
WHACK! I smacked him so hard he lurched up and yelped. The two boys broke into giggles.
You are not giving the orders here to anyone... GOT IT!
He said nothing but looked like he might explode.
I hit him again ... GOT IT?
Yes! he said almost growling. Yes what?WHACK!
Yes SIR! he said then put his head back down.
Gee, Dad we just came out because with all the yelling, we thought Mr. Walker was getting it again, I would never have guessed it would be you getting it! Wow! I never thought I would see the day that you would be getting your fanny tanned. he laughed.
Told you. said my son Tommy. That’s what those two guys are doing here He pointed at the two officers who nodded their acknowledgment.
Mike looked up and tried again. He tried sounding serious which was completely in contrast to how he looked at that moment, Get moving mister, he said to his son.
WHACK!... AHHH!
Not another word out of you young man! I scolded. He was seven years younger than me so it was appropriate to call him that even though he was in his late thirties. I was trying to make him feel much younger by using the same words he just used on his son.
Mike looked back down. His whole body turning beat red. The two teens exchanged amused looks.
Actually, I said to Mike Jr, Would you get me that hairbrush that your dad so much likes to use on other people’s asses? lets see how he likes it on his own ass.
Sure thing Mr Walker, Gladly! Yikes Dad your butt is in for it Mike Jr said. I think you better do what Mr. Walker says, Dad.
Then he ran upstairs while my son Tommy stayed on the stairs gawking.
I didn’t think Mike could possibly be more embarrassed, here he was a grown man getting a spanking and two teens including his own son sees his bare red ass getting it too. For a guy who always projects that tough-guy image to everyone, must have been especially awful.
Mike Jr came down stairs with wooden hairbrush, this must be the weapon that made Tommy’s and my own backside so red, I thought.
Thanks Junior, could you do me one more favour, can you guys pull off Mr. Reynolds pants and undies; he won’t be needing them for a while I said.
You got it Mr. Walker Mike Jr said as he and Tommy removed the big man’s shoes and socks, then pants and then finally slid the man’s underwear down those hairy muscular legs.
Mike, now completely naked, looked mortified as he watched the boys fold his pants and underwear and slowly put them on the couch next to us leering at the grown man’s upturned red butt. He was quite a site, stark naked over my lap.
Look at you in your birthday suit, said Mike Jr. Well you always say that the spanking doesn’t really sink in unless the boy is stripped to his Birthday suit.
Yeah, you said that to me when you had me over your knee, Mr. Reynolds, Tommy added, Bet you didn’t think it would be you next when you said that to me. Did you?
Mike Sr. didn’t answer. So I slapped his ass again hard... WHACK!
Answer my son!, I demanded.
No.. No I guess I didn’t expect it would be me, Mike almost growled without looking up at anyone.
You know what? That is one big hairy hiney, Mr. Reynolds, Tommy teased.
Ok, that’s enough, guys. Go upstairs. I ordered light heartedly.
With that Mike Jr slapped his father hard on the ass and said, Good Luck, Dad! You do kind of deserve this.
Then Tommy quickly smacked a furry ass cheek, back hand, making Mike Sr yelp.
Thats quite enough gentleman! I scolded with a smile.
They headed back upstairs laughing.
Sorry, I can’t help laughing, Dad, You’ve had this coming for so long and you look really funny like that. Good luck!
Kids I said, shaking my head. Now where were we?
Ok Bill, I’ve learned my lesson, I will never again be that harsh or spank you or your kid again. Let’s just forget it and let me up he asked finally sounding a little remorseful.
First, I told you are to call me Sir. Second, I know you are not going to spank us again because you know that this would happen again. Third, you shouldn’t be spanking your own son either! Thats abuse! Lastly, I don’t want you to forget it, This hairbrush is going to sting your behind, give you a much needed taste of your own medicine and you’re going to remember this spanking and why you got it for at least a week every time you sit down.
I imagined him grimacing in pain gingerly sitting down at the breakfast table as his son smirked. That was my goal as far as his ass was concerned.
I then peppered his ass hard with that brush for about five minutes. I wanted it to feel like a 1000 bees stinging his poor red rear end. By the end Mike’s voice was cracking and like a little boy, promised to be good.
When it was over I let him up and made him stand in the corner buck naked rubbing his sore behind. I chatted with the two officers while Mike stood with his face to wall listening. I couldn’t help notice what I nice build this naked man had with those broad shoulders and muscular buttocks. It was hard to hide my lustful glances as I talked to the men.
Then, much to Mike’s chagrin, I called the teens down. I had Mike Sr get a bar of soap. The teens laughed hysterically as Mike came back from the bathroom with one hand over his impressive dick and the other holding a bar of ivory soap. He didn’t look happy.
Tommy pointed at Mike’s groin; Hey Mr Reynolds, maybe you should think about trimming your pubic hair a little? You’re barely covering that big bush with your hand. he laughed.
I led Mike over to the kitchen sink by the ear making him bend forward since he was taller than me and the others followed. His big dick flapping around freely all the way. He gagged and sputtered as I pushed the bar of soap around in his mouth.
Play close attention kids, I said, This is what a bad boy gets when he uses dirty words
Not so tasty is it Dad? Mike Jr, happily asked. I could see that the teen was really enjoying watching his father’s comeuppance.
The big naked man in the middle of the kitchen leaning over the sink getting treated like a boy was, indeed, very entertaining for the rest us as well.
I let him rinse out his mouth out by putting his head under the tap. When he bent over opening his ass, we could see by the redness, how I spanked him deep into that hairy crack. I was pleased with my handy work. I have to admit it was also kind of hot to see those big genitals of his swinging from behind. I tried not to let the other see me staring. I found myself fighting the urge to reach between those spread legs and fondle him.
Looks like your going to have trouble sitting for a while Mr Reynolds, Tommy said also staring at the bent over man’s bare ass.
After I let him rinse out his mouth we went back to the living room where I made him sit on my knee and asked him if he had learned his lesson. I think he was simply in shock. His ego in tatters as he balanced on my knee with his legs spread facing the others with his hairy package hanging out. I was little put off by the heavy wait of his big manly butt cheeks spreading apart on my thigh and by the fact that up-close, I could smell his body odour getting worse, but it was worth it to see that flabbergasted expression. Im sure he was having trouble believing what was happening to him.
Naturally, he humbly told me that he had learned his lesson. I made him repeat that sentence loudly for the benefit of the other four watching. Especially his son.
He probably thought his ordeal was over, but I stood him up and walked him over to the mirror in the hallway and made him look at his bright red bottom. He was so embarrassed, as he gazed at his reflection and ours standing behind him. I think the mirror really emphasized to him how naked he was and how ridiculous he looked. I wanted him to feel as vulnerable and exposed as possible.
Then I said, Ok Mike, your spanking is over, I think you’ve learned a valuable lesson. I think you understand how wrong it is to spank someone now.
The teens looked disappointed that the fun was coming to an end. Mike looked relieved.
Thanks Bill, Your right I sure won’t be spanking anyone again and he started to grab his clothes.
I didn’t say get dressed I stated simply.
There is the matter of you publicly humiliating me by making me go out side naked. Remember? I think you are going to have to learn fist hand how degrading that is. Now, I want you to go outside, and run laps around the house. We are going to sit on your porch watching till I think you have learned.
What!, you don’t expect me to go outside buck naked do you? Thats against the law! No way! I will be arrested
I’m an attorney Mike, I know the law. At the moment you have the same status of a toddler under my charge. You have no more rights than a toddler and toddlers can be seen naked in public.
A toddler? he repeated incredulously.
Mike was dumbfounded, his hands went back over his groin and he looked at the officers.
He’s right, One of them said.
Wow a Toddler! Hey Dad that makes you legally younger than me! Hilarious, Mike Jr chimed in. Maybe I’ll put you over my knee next,
Lets make him run around in diapers then, Tommy offered.
Mike Sr. listened to all this in utter horror.
Do you have Diapers here?, I asked Mike Jr. The answer was No.
Well nude it is then. Get out side and start your laps young man.
He just stared at me with a deer-in-the-headlights like expression.
Move!, I slapped his exposed ass, making him yelp to hurry him along. Everyone laughed as we went out onto the porch.
There were people out in the street and Mike nervously looked around before running down the stairs. He darted around the house as fast as he could holding his groin. Watching those muscular buttocks pump as he ran was hot.
When he got back to the front of the house he looked up at us from the bottom of the steps. One hand over his penis and the other reaching behind him over the bottom of the crack of his sweaty red ass. He glanced backward over his shoulder and noticed a senior couple had stopped at the gait staring.
Please Bill!, he said humbly. This is so embarrassing. I totally know what you mean now. Can I go in? Please.
What did you call me? I didn’t wait for an answer. Get moving! Run!
I think that man has been spanked, I heard the senior lady say.
I made him do a few more laps. He was in pretty good shape but it was a hot day and boy was he sweating! A few more people stopped at the gait to gawk. Two teenaged girls started whistling and an angry man shouted an obscenity. A car honked. Mike didn’t look at any of them as he bounded past us hands over his groin, eyes downwards, his whole body now covered with sweat. He was beat red head to toe.
He stopped again in front of us panting and begged me to end it, being sure to refer to me as Sirrepeatedly.
Do jumping jacks! I ordered.
Now that was a hilarious sight. Big dick flopping up and down, ass opening and closing. Hairy smelly pits on display as his hands touched over his head.
I saw a women across the street grab her gawking kids from their front yard and pulling them into the house. A young man joined the two teenaged girls and pulled out his iPhone apparently to take a picture or a video.
We watched that big dick slap UP/DOWN UP/DOWN UP/DOWN SLAP SLOP SLAP
I wondered if that slapping was hurting him.
Turn around as you do it I added. He turned and faced the street giving me a great view of his sweaty working muscle butt. The growing audience on the street gasped and hooted as they were treated to a great view of his big bouncing slapping hairy genitals.
UP/DOWN UP/DOWN SLAP SLOP SLAP
Now squats!
Facing us he put his arms forward, and squatted down with ass jutting out. UP/DOWN UP/DOWN
ohh gross, someone shouted from the street as this new activity spread his hairy ass wide as he squatted down and his balls and dick touched the grass.
His powerful legs and ass were really getting a great work out. His expression was one of sheer mortification and shock.
I think the grass is tickling his junk, Tommy noted.
He paused for a few seconds to catch his breath. He stood there panting.
I didn’t tell you to stop. Keep going I ordered. And turn around and face your fans while you do it!
He obeyed facing away from us. UP/DOWN UP/DOWN UP/DOWN. He continued. Grunting with the effort.
Everyone was laughing hysterically. Even the two stoic officers couldn’t help chuckling at the pathetic scene.
Finally, much to the gathered crowd’s disappointment. I let Mike come in. He was one stinking sweaty mess.
I told our sons to get him upstairs and shower him. I could do that myself, he said eyes downwards. He sounded like an angry little boy.
Nope, you still have no right to privacy. Go make sure he washes up guys, Ill be there to help in a few minutes.
The naked man was marched up the stairs by the two teenagers. They made him do it wth hands on his head like he was their prisoner. The whole room stank from his dank B.O. I sat down to some paper work with the officers. They were very impressed with the way I handled the whole experience. They even suggested that I apply for a position at their agency.
They left and I went up stairs to tell Mike Sr that his ordeal was over.
He was standing in the bath with the curtain open washing himself as the teens chatted.. Tommy was siting on the toilet and was commenting on how red Mike Sr. ass was. Mike Jr was sitting up on the vanity saying how relieved he was that his days getting a spanking were over.
I interrupted them and asked the two youths to leave so I could have a man to man chat with Mr Reynolds. When they left I shut the door. Mike was staring at me with the warm water running down his naked body. His wet hair emphasized his handsome face. As he silently watched me, I took the soap out of his hand and started to lather up his hot hairy chest. he just kept staring at me as our faces moved closer. I loved that he was still silently obeying me as I told him to turn around so I could lather up his back. The soaps suds ran down his broad back and then spread on the ledge of his protruding muscle butt and coursed down the crack of his ass. I then started gently lathering his bruised meaty buttocks. He winced a little from the pain but didn’t protest. I told him that the officers were gone and that his ordeal was legally quite over. But still he didn’t try to stop me from soaping up his hot body. I reached around and felt that he was rock hard.
Something about this whole spanking punishment thing turns you on? I asked teasingly. That explains a lot.
He silently shrugged his shoulders.
I started to soap up his big hard dick and play with his balls. He started to breath deeply.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. We both jumped and Mike crouched over putting his hands over his boner and looked nervously over his shoulder at the door then desperately at me. Our boys wanted to come back in. I whispered to Mike tauntingly asking he if wanted to be seen in his present condition. No Sir he quickly whispered looking down with nervous shame. I could see he was begging me not to humiliate him more.
I called out to the boys and told them that the entertainment was over and they should go to my place to give Mr Reynolds some much needed rest time. Mike sighed with relief. As we heard them leave the house, I continued to soap up every part of the man’s hard body. I commended him on what a good job he did at taking what he normally gives. He thanked me for saying so. He then told me how for a nerdy pencil pushing type, I’m pretty good at giving it. I continued to put my soapy fingers into every crevice of his body. I asked him if he wanted me to stop what I was doing. He again said No Sir. He looked up at me with a mischievous little boy grin.
I then ordered him to bend over and grab his ankles as I unzipped my fly. He willingly obeyed with a polite and happy Yes Sir.