Jock Spank – Male Spanking

Text by: Strictop
Pictures by: Bruce

Part 4

“Please, Dad. No! I’ve learned my lesson!” He pleaded. “C’mon, Dad…Sir! I don’t need any more spanking. PLEASE!“

“Don’t make me come over there and get you, boy.” I said in my gruffest voice. “You don’t want to see what happens to your butt if I have to come over there and get you.”

“Please, Sir.” Rusty begged, his voice on the edge of tears. “Not in front of my uncles, Dad! Please!” The men on the couch chuckled, and the boy’s face burned with shame.

Slowly, Rusty made his way across the room and lowered himself across my lap. I patted his butt and noticed that it was still hot from the earlier spanking.

“Rusty,” I began seriously, holding him in place by the small of his back. “I’ve invited Mike, Paul, and Jerry over here to watch you get the rest of your spanking.” The boy didn’t respond, and buried his face in his hands. “Your Uncles care very much about you, just like you were their own kid.”

SMACK! CRACK!

I punctuated my words with a couple of hearty spanks to the boy’s tender buttocks.

“They’ve done nothing but treat you well… Take you places…buy you things. But, more important, they’ve taken care of you and been there for you whenever you needed or wanted anything.”

SMACK! CRACK! CRACK!

The boy’s head popped up with each spank of the hand. He did his best to keep his face turned away from the men on the couch, but his sobs and muffled cries were still plainly audible. I could see tears in his eyes — whether of pain or humiliation — it was hard to tell.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

I plastered the boy’s upturned butt with merciless, stinging swats. His legs kicked furiously.

“Hoo boy, Rusty,” Chuckled Uncle Mike. “Your little butt shore is gettin’ red!!! I reckon those cheeks are gettin’ about as red as those tomatoes we planted last summer.”

“Ow! Ow! OW! Dad!! PLEASE!!” Rusty pleaded. The three men on the sofa nodded appreciatively.

“I’m thinking that this spanking is WAY overdue, how about you, Jerry?” Uncle Paul asked nodding his head. Rusty muttered something indistinctly from his daddy’s lap.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Ooooooohhh! Owww!”

“Seems like a boy Rusty’s age woulda learnt his lessons by now ‘bout keepin’ his word when he promises to quit smoking. But, I guess it’s never too late to give a boy the discipline he needs to help him get back on the straight and narrow!” Uncle Jerry commented dryly while the almost-naked boy squirmed and whimpered over my lap.

Then it occurred to me. “You know boys,” I said, “These little white panties are really starting to piss me off.” I was definitely getting into the spirit of spectacle. “And, besides, I’m still not sure I’m getting through to this boy.”

Rusty shot me a look of alarm over his shoulder.

“Stand up boy,” I barked. Rusty backed off my lap clumsily and got to his feet, wobbling like he was a bit dizzy.

“Get those stupid little girly panties off…NOW!!”

“Hurry up, boy. I know you don’t want to piss me off any further.”
Turning away, Rusty shame-facedly peeled the offending thong over his tender, burning buttocks.

“While you’re doing that, son, I’m going up to my bedroom to get something that I hope will finally get through to you about how serious I am when I tell you to quit smoking!”

As I left the room, Rusty turned to look at me with pleading eyes.

“You better have those panties off before I get back…” I let my voice trail off menacingly. Under the amused scrutiny of the three men on the sofa, the frightened boy scurried unsteadily to comply.