My Last Spanking

I am exclusively a dad nowadays, very capable of smacking a naughty boy's backside when it is necessary; but like many dads of today, I was once a very naughty little boy. I frequently found myself in trouble and this often led to a spanked bottom.

This is the very last time I got spanked.

I had been acting up and knew I probably needed a good spanking, so I contacted a "dad" who was visiting my city. He listened to a report of my behavior and told me he would see me the next afternoon. At exactly 4PM I was to report to his hotel room.

At about 3:50 I nervously tapped on his door and it was opened by a husky man with a beard - no doubt he was "the dad!" He glanced irritably at his watch.

"I thought I told you 4:00 PM?"

"Yes sir, but............"

"You're early! I'm not ready for you and now here you are and I have to deal with you. Come over here!"

He pulled me into the room and sat down on a chair. He quickly and expertly unzipped my jeans and let them fall to my ankles. He then bent me over his knee and........... Smack! Smack! Smack! He spanked me on my underwear.

"When I give you a time it's because it's convenient for me. You do not show up when you think you will!"

The smacks stopped for a moment and I felt his hand on the waistband of my underwear. Then I felt cool air on my bare bottom cheeks as he stretched my underwear down to uncover my bottom.

"Boys who don't do exactly as they're told quickly find themselves getting their bare backsides tanned!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

There is something primal about being over a man's knee while he spanks your bare bottom. You cannot help but return to boyhood, it is such an unambiguous position to be in.

After about 12 smart smacks dad stood me up and held me in front of him.

"Now, young man! I have some work to finish and you are going to stand quietly facing the wall. If I hear one sound out of you, I'll paddle your bare bottom hard and we'll see what type of sounds you can make. Now go!"

I shuffled over to the spot he indicated, my trousers round my ankles, making sure not to make any noise. Then dad went back to his work and I nervously waited facing the wall, very aware that dad's fresh hand prints must be clearly visible on my still bare bottom.

Finally, he was done with his work and came over to me.

"Turn around and step out of your jeans."

I did as I was told. Dad took me by the arm and led me to the same chair where he had already spanked me. He sat down and stood me in front of him. I now only had my underwear on. It was covering my privates in the front, but my bottom was bare. With a swift tug my underwear was gone.

"You won't be needing those for a while!"

Now I stood in front of dad, completely naked from the waist down. As always when this happens I felt unbelievably embarrassed, but I didn't have long to stay embarrassed, I was very firmly laid across his lap. Dad pulled me all the way over, so my nose was next to the carpet and my bare bottom was high in the air.

This has to be about the most humiliating position for a boy, knowing that his naked nether regions are fully exposed for dad's convenience. Like millions of naughty boys before me, I was about to experience the indignity and pain of a bare bottom spanking over my dad's knee. Dad had a firm grip on me, so I wasn't going anywhere and once I was settled he drew in his right knee to raise my bottom just a little more.

"And now, young man, let's review your behavior!"

And we did!! For about 10 minutes dad went through all of my bad behavior (I had told him about all of it prior to our appointment). The review was accompanied by the staccato rhythm of a hard, parental hand striking a very bare bottom and the inevitable yelps this caused.

After about 10 minutes, dad's phone rang.

"I need to answer that. Stand up and return to the wall. Stand there perfectly still and quiet with your nose pressed against the wall. If you move or make any noise, we'll use the paddle on your backside!"

I did as I was told, and dad began talking on the phone.

"Sorry it took me a time to answer, but I was dealing with something irritating. (pause) No it's OK, I think things need a chance to cool down anyway, ha ha ha!"

That was true! My bottom was red hot and getting very sore by now. Dad completed his phone call and collected me from my place by the wall and we both returned to the chair and again I was nose down, bottom up.

There were no further interruptions and so dad was able to give my bottom his full attention. I performed the "naughty boy lap dance" and learned to totally regret my bad behavior.

Dad picked me up off his knee and I knelt on the floor next to him. I apologized for being a naughty boy and he said that because I had been soundly spanked he was prepared to forget the matter and forgive me this time.

Strangely, once I have been spanked, I don't really mind being nude around dad. In fact on this occasion dad had to tell me quite sharply to get dressed.