Pete had had enough of trying to discipline Jake by taking his things, grounding him and all that other stuff. It didn't work. So now they were going back to crude basics. Spanking.

"Jake! I'm coming in", Pete announced while pushing open Jake's door. The room was a mess and Jake was lounging on the bed.

"Ugh, what do you want, Dad?"

"I've come to talk about your breaking of our curfew and bringing girls home."

"Fine, I'm sorry! It's won't happen again yadadadayah."

"No Jake! You say that everytime and you never change! So we're trying something different. Stand up." Pete said with authority.

Jake looked confused and tried to protest "What, no? Go away?"

"STAND UP JAKE."

Jake sensed his father was in a bad mood and didn't protest further, and stood up.

"Now I want you to remove your trousers and underwear and bend across my knee."

Jake looked shock and opened his mouth to protest, but the look on his fathers face was serious.
"We have tried so many times to discipline you fairly. Maybe this time it will stick."

Jake unbuckled his belt and let his trousers fall to his ankles.

"All of it."

Jake sighed and blushed as he lowered his underwear, quickly moving his hand to cover his manhood and bush.

"Don't be shy, Jake, I've seen it all before."

Reluctantly, the boy moved his hands to his side. And Pete was shocked at what he saw.

In amongst a dark bush of pubic hair, was the smallest set of teenage genitals Pete had ever seen, not that he seen much, but Jake was tiny. It was all he could do not to laugh. Maybe he was a grower, not a shower.

"Right, get over my knee!" Jake lay across his fathers lap. "You're getting a smack for each time you've disobeyed, and a smack for the average time you've been late.

So that's 31 times you've been late, and, oh, 9 hours on average. So 40 smacks. You count them for me."

"Yes, Dad."

Smack.

"AGH!"

"HOW MANY"

"One."

"Two."

"Th-CHRIST-three"

They got to ten before Pete noticed something small and hard rubbing into his thigh. Jake was hard, and he wasn't a grower! Poor lad. Pete had to continue the punishment though, no matter how arousing his son found it.

Jake began to moan loudly, cock rubbing hard into his father's thigh. He rubbed against the coarse material harder and faster, loosing control of his actions, lost in the orgasmic feeling. Pete smacked one last time just as Jake let out an almighty moan and orgasmed, Pete tried to get his son off his legs before he came, but ended up having Jake spill his seed over his hand.

"Lick it up." Pete said, lost in the moment, trying to ignore the fact that he was infact hard. Jake gulped, but didn't protest and lapped up his semen off his father's hand.

That's when they heard laughter, and saw, in the crack in the door, the lens of a camera and Ben behind it.