Jock Spank – Male Spanking

April Fools’: Not So Funny Now, huh?

Jake Thompson had always considered himself the king of pranks, and April Fools’ Day was his personal holiday. This year, he was going big. He spent hours crafting a fake eviction notice, complete with official-looking stamps and legal jargon, and posted it on the front door for his dad, Mr. Thompson, to find when he got home from the warehouse.

The moment Mr. Thompson stepped inside, he saw the paper, read it, and immediately turned pale. “What the—? Evicted?!” His voice echoed through the house. Panic set in. He grabbed his phone, already dialing the bank.

That’s when Jake jumped out from behind the couch, barely able to contain his laughter. “APRIL FOOLS!” he hollered, doubling over at his dad’s reaction.

Mr. Thompson froze mid-call. Slowly, he lowered the phone, his face turning from pale to red—not from fear anymore, but from pure, unfiltered rage. His jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed, and for a solid five seconds, he just stared at Jake, breathing heavily through his nose.

Jake’s grin faltered. “Uh… Dad?”

Mr. Thompson took one slow step forward. “You think this is funny?” His voice was eerily calm.

Jake gulped. “I mean… kinda?”

“Kinda?!” His dad exploded. “Do you have any idea what you just did?! I nearly had a damn heart attack! I called the bank! I was ready to fight for this house! And you—” He let out a deep, dangerous chuckle. “Oh, you are dead meat, boy.”

Jake had about three seconds to realize he had really messed up before his dad lunged.

“D-Dad, wait! It was just a joke—!”

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“And I’m about to make sure you never joke like that again!” Mr. Thompson bellowed, dragging Jake by his ear, placing the stool, sitting down, and flipping his son face-down over his knee in one swift motion.

Before Jake could protest, his dad ripped down his sweatpants and boxers, baring his backside. Jake was already shirtless , now he was fully nude.

“Dad, come on! It was funny!” Jake yelped, squirming.

SMACK!

“Funny?” SMACK! “You think nearly giving me a heart attack is funny?!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“AHH!” Jake howled, kicking his legs as the hard, unrelenting smacks landed.

“An eviction notice? Really?” SMACK! “You nearly made me call the damn mayor!” SMACK! “My blood pressure’s through the roof thanks to you!” SMACK! SMACK!

Jake gritted his teeth, face burning hotter than his rapidly reddening behind. “I-it was just a harmless prank!”

Mr. Thompson let out a humorless chuckle. “Oh, harmless? Let’s talk about harmless!” He yanked Jake tighter against his lap and delivered a brutal barrage of swats to his lower cheeks and upper thighs.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Jake kicked wildly, hands clawing at the couch. “OWW! Dad! Please!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

His dad ignored him. “Oh, you wanna pull pranks?” SMACK! “How about this for a prank—” SMACK! “—I’ll pretend to stop spanking—” SMACK! “—then keep going!” SMACK! SMACK!

“AHHH!” Jake yelped, tears pricking his eyes. “I-I get it! I’m sorry!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Mr. Thompson wasn’t finished. He glanced down at his son’s squirming backside and shook his head. “Damn thing’s just getting fat day by day, sitting around all day doing nothing!” SMACK! “You should hit the gym, rather than pulling off stupid pranks like a kid!” SMACK! SMACK!

Jake howled, toes curling. “AAGH! OKAY! OKAY! I’LL GO!”

“Oh, you’ll go, alright,” his dad muttered, delivering one last punishing set of swats. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “And if you ever pull a stunt like this again, boy, I’ll tan your hide so bad you’ll be standing for a week! Got it?!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Jake’s head bobbed frantically. “Y-yes, sir!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Finally, Mr. Thompson stopped. He let out a deep breath, flexed his sore palm, and let go. Jake scrambled off his lap, rubbing his swollen, stinging backside, face bright red—not just from the spanking, but from sheer embarrassment.

Before Jake could even think about escaping, his dad pointed to the far wall. ” Where do you think you’re going? before you do anything else—go stand by the wall, hands behind your head. Now.”

Jake groaned but didn’t dare argue and placed his hands on his head as he faced the wall, his crimson backside on full display.

Mr. Thompson crossed his arms. “Let that sink in, son. Ten minutes. No rubbing. And next time you think about pranking me, just remember…” He smirked. “Your ass is still my property.”

Jake bit his lip, cheeks burning in humiliation. Mr. Thompson sat down to keep an eye on him.

After 10 minutes, Mr. Thompson stood, rolling his shoulders. “Now, pull your pants up and go ice that before it swells up like your ego did when you thought that prank was a good idea. And next time? Stick to fake spiders.”

Jake sniffled, wincing as he tugged his pants over his punished rear. “Y-you’re the worst.”

Mr. Thompson smirked. “April Fools’, son.”

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