Mitchell's POV:
I stood in front of a fuming Jay. "What were you thinking?!" he shouted, pointing to a broken model plane laying on the ground. I winced as he yelled. I had found the plane laying on the table, so I decided to move it, but tripped, dropping it in the process. "Well?!" he pushed. I stuttered, "Uhm.. well, I..." He cut me off. "I don't want to hear it! That was one of my favorite planes!" he exclaimed, just making me feel all the more guilty. "What am I gonna do with you?" he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, and seemed to be deep in thought. Eventually he suddenly looked at me. "Follow me." he said, walking toward the living room.
I hesistantly followed him, afraid of what he was planning. I walked in, and he was already sitting on the couch, waiting for me. I looked at him a bit worriedly, as he waved his hand, signaling me to go to him. I slowly walked, and when I was close enough, he grabbed my wrist, and pulled me down, so I was bent over his lap. My eyes suddenly widened, as I was met with the sight of the ground. "Uhm.. dad?" There was no response. "Y-you're not gonna s-spank me, right?" I asked. This time he answered, just not how I wanted him to...
SMACK!
Jay's POV:
Not sure exactly what was going through my mind when I pulled Mitchell over my lap. Anger? Confusion? Nothing at all? Whatever it was, it was just telling me: 'Spank him'. I haven't spanked him since he was what, seven or eight? So why now? Regardless, there he was, face-down on my lap, in prime spanking posistion, probably scared out of his mind. "Y-You're not gonna s-spank me, right?" he asked. And with that, it began. I raised my arm, and brought it down quickly, right on the seat of his jeans, causing him to yelp.
I raised my arm again, and land two more spanks, one to each cheek, causing Mitchell to begin strugging. "Ow! Ah! D-Dad!" he yelped, obviously uncomfortable with this entire thing. "I'm not a kid!" he argued, only earning each of his cheeks another smack. "I guess not technically, but you're still my kid, so I have all the right to do this!" I answered, as I began the real spanking, not letting up on the swats, targeting both of his cheeks. This only caused more struggling, and more pleading, both proving to be useless.
Mitchell's POV:
"Ow! Dad! Please! Ouch! Ah! Stop!" I begged, as my rear was increasingly heating up. I kicked, and attempted to get away, but his grip was too strong. His hand repeatedly came down onto my rear, causing great pain. "I-I won't be so clumsy! Just stop! OW!" Suddenly, he stopped. I gave a sigh of relief and tried to get up, but he held me down. Suddenly, I felt him reach around me, and unbutton my jeans, before peeling them off of my legs, along with my boxers, exposing my bare bottom. A bright blush came across my face. "Dad! What're you d-doing?"
"These jeans aren't quite letting the lesson get through. Besides, spankings are supposed to be on the bare, right?" I grit my teeth, as a draft went across my backside. I braced myself, knowing it would hurt alot more than before. Suddenly... 'SMACK!' "YOW!" I exclaimed, almost jumping right up, only prevented by Jay's hand pushing down on my back. The pain was SO much more than I had expected. And then he began the assult on my rear. By now, it must look as red as the sun, with how much it hurt!
Jay's POV:
To really get the lesson through, I increased the power and speed of my swats, on Mitchell's butt, which by now was a deep pink. Usually, I would stop when it was about this color when he was younger, but being a man, I figure I'd have to spank him even more. So, as I smacked away at his rear, I began lecturing him, also like when he was a kid. "I hope next SMACK! time you be SWAT! so reckless, you'll SPANK! think back to this! WHACK! SMACK! SPANK!" "I- OW! YEOW! I WILL! J-Just p-p-plEEEAASE stooopp!" he yelled, kicking furiously, obviously almost crying.
I felt like it was almost enough, but before I was done, I lifted my knee, raising his backside, so I could target his sit-spots. Mitchell fell limp, and began crying, simply sniffling at each of the remaining spanks. I finally stopped, and let him cry over my lap. I rubbed his back, trying to calm him down. Eventually, he stopped crying, and slowly stood up, still sniffling. He looked at me, but quickly looked away, pulling his pants up, with a slight wince. "Well, have you learned you're lesson?" I asked, standing up, putting my arm over his shoulder. "...yes." he mumbled, shifting uncomfortably. I laughed. "Great! Now let's put this all behind us! Just don't do it again, or else You'll go right back over my lap!" He sighed, rubbing his rear a little. "You spank hard..." he whined. I chuckled, smacking his rear again for good measure, causing him to jump, and glare at me. Somehow I feel like this won't be the last time I have to do this...