Jock Spank – Male Spanking

Part 5

“It’s kind of an antique,” I continued, “but I’m sure it’ll still do the trick!”

“Noooooo, Dad. PLEEEEEEEASE!“

Jerry took the stout wooden brush and passed it down the line.

Paul hefted the hairbrush admiringly, and offered it to Mike.

“Well thanks, Paul,” replied Mike with mock courtesy while Rusty trembled in miserable anticipation. “But I think you should have first crack, so to speak. After all, it was you who went with him to all those smoking cessation classes”

Turned towards the floor, Rusty’s face began to look a bit hopeful again. The men’s jovial banter made it seem like maybe they were only kidding around, and weren’t really going to spank him with the hairbrush.

The boy was wrong!

With a rush, tears were in his eyes and then running down his face.

“Bawhawhaw!” the teenager sobbed. “Hawwww! Hawww! I’m sorry. Bawhawwwww!”

CRAA-AACK! CRAA-AACK! CRAA-AACK!

“Owwwwww!” He moaned. “Pleeeease. Un-cle Paul! Aaaaah!”

“Will…CRAA-AACK!… you…CRAA-AACK!… stop…CRAA-AACK!… smoking…CRAA-AACK!“??? Uncle Paul demanded.

“YES!” Rusty cried out. “Yes, Uncle Paul. STOP! PLEEEASE!“

“I’m not gonna stop this spanking until I’m sure you’re gonna quit smoking!” Paul said, his voice definite.

CRAA-AACK! CRAA-AACK! CRAA-AACK!

Rusty’s uncles took turns blistering his scorched backside with the relentless brush while the others held him down.

Finally, it was over. A broken, sweaty boy lay sobbing unrestrainedly across their laps

“OK, Rusty,” I announced. “Turn around and show your uncles your bottom. We’ll let them decide if you’ve had enough.”

Rusty turned, obviously greatly embarrassed and displayed a very red and tender-looking backside for the men on the couch to admire. His face was wet with tears, and the boy’s expression was a mixture of fear and hope — he clearly did NOT want to get spanked any more.

“I think that’s one of the reddest butts I’ve ever seen, ” exclaimed Paul with a grin. “What about you, Jerry?”

“I don’t know if it’s THE reddest,” joked Jerry. “I see a couple of pinkish spots that could stand to be touched up a bit with that hairbrush.”

“UNCLE JERRY!” Wailed the boy. “NOOOOOOOOOO!”

This caused a good deal of general amusement.

“Nah. I think the boy’s had enough,” remarked Mike. “What about it boy? You think you had enough?”

“Oh yes, Uncle Mike!” gushed the boy. “Please don’t spank me any more!”

“So, you think you’ve learned your lesson, have you Rusty?” Jerry passed me the hairbrush, and I tapped it against my open palm.

“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir. I’ll quit smoking. I SWEAR!!!” The boy rubbed the flaming surface of his bottom.

“All right then, son.” My voice was gentle. “Come here and give me a hug.” The grateful boy threw his arms around my neck and sobbed quietly as I hugged him close.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I really am.” He whispered in my ear. I held him a little longer and then released him with a final squeeze.

“OK, Rusty. I believe you.” All of a sudden, I felt very proud of the boy.

“Go give your uncles a kiss, and then off to bed.” It had been a while since Rusty had engaged in the bedtime-kiss ritual with his uncles, but he didn’t hesitate to obey. Smiling, the men stood up, and one-by-one, the naked young man hugged them, pecked them on the cheek, and whispered a heart-felt promise.

And then, a very chastened boy, with a thoroughly sore backside scampered — almost happily — off to bed to sleep on his tummy…safe in the knowledge that someone cared.