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3 D.A.D.s / 3 BOYS - Part 9

Chapter 8: So Much to Be Thankful For

Robert Scott was sitting on a park bench giving his son Kenneth a good, sound spanking. He had warned the boy not to get his new short pants dirty before church, but Kenny would go running off with two other boys only to be hauled out of a tree by his irritated dad. His friends beat a hasty retreat.

Irritated Dad had taken his son firmly by the hand and strode off to the nearest bench to administer a proper chastisement.

"I can't believe that you just disobeyed me like that, Kenneth," Robert Scott said angrily. He unbuttoned his son's pants and lowered them.

"Don't dad!" Kenny said, jigging nervously from foot-to-foot and looking around to see who might be watching. "Please don't take my pants down in the park!"

"Don't be ridiculous, son," Robert Scott said dismissively. "Most common thing in the world to see a father take dow his son's pants and put him across his knee."

Robert Scott acted out these words by lifting Kennth up under the arms and, indeed, draping the boy across his knees. Being a D.A.D., the physical act was easy and since Kenny (thanks to the longevity treatments) had the development of a twelve year old, he was small enough to fit neatly where his father had placed him. Unfortunately for Kenny, he had the life experiences of a twenty year old, and this resulted in his being completely mortified. However, being mortified didn't help him one little bit.

Robert Scott put his hand into the boy's briefs and started pulling them down.

Kenny tried to reach round to catch his D.A.D.'s hand and stop him, but Robert's left arm (draped across his back) formed an impassable blockade.

"Not bare dad! Please!" Kenneth implored, tears of almost unbearable shame coming into his eyes.

"Quiet, Kenneth, you're a little boy in your daddy's lap. No one can see you!" Robert Scott said, his voice getting that loud quality that always made Kenny tremble.

"They can daddy, they can!" Kenneth moaned.

Robert Scott gave an irritated little expulsion of air and firmly pulled his son's underpants down. If the boy hadn't irritated him with his nonsensical attempts at false modesty, he would probably have only lowered them to just below Kenny's bared bottom. But he wanted to show Kenneth that his notions of modesty were not to be taken seriously and that if he decided to strip his son naked in public, and walk him - by the hand through Central Park - he would certainly do so and that Kenny would be expected to walk respectfully with his hand in father's. So he pulled the briefs down, down, down, forcing Kenny's pants along with them. He dragged the whole mess of rumpled clothing over Kenny's shoes and placed them in a pile to the side of the park bench.

Kenny wailed out loud. His father had stripped him bare from the waist down. Robert smirked and, as a last demonstration of fatherly control and disdain for Kenny's false modesty, he turned the boy's shirt up as well.

"Now then, son, it's too bad that you didn't obey father and that I have to spank you, especially since I planned a wonderful surprise for you." Robert paused, his right hand upraised to begin punishment. It was clear to Kenny that his father was looking at something

"Well, so much for surprises, although I suppose this will be a surprise for them.

"Kenny struggled to look up from his enforced position in his dad's lap to see what was going on, but Robert took his hand from the boy's back and put it firmly on the back of Kenny's head. Then he turned the boy's head around and held it down!

"You don't need to see anything, my boy, you are being spanked!" Robert said. "You can greet your friends with a tear-streaked face after daddy has well-reddened your little bottom."

"Hey, Scott!" a voice growled.

"Good afternoon, George," Robert Scott said amiably, "Jeff."

"Hey, Ken," Jeff said nervously. His D.A.D. had him firmly by the hand and George Kolka had tightened his grip on the boy as soon as he had seen that Robert Scott was about to administer a spanking.

Kenny's face burned. How could it be?! Tubby Jeff Clements, who had always followed him around was seeing him bare assed and laying across a man's lap!

"Ken! Kenny!" a shrill voice called out. It was immediately followed by a gruff, very stern voice saying:

"Peter, get over here now, or your pants will be off too!" It was Peter Heller-Lester and his father James. Robert had planned a reunion in the park!

"I'm afraid that Kenny has earned himself a good, sound spanking," Robert said matter-of-factly.

"Alright!" James Lester said; he sounded pleased about it. "Make it instructive for the rest of us."

George Kolka lit his pipe and said to Jeff, "Behave, boy, or my belt will be out of my pants before you can say 'bare bottom.'" Jeff bit his lip; he had been about to make a little joke about Kenny's predicament.

Jeff and Peter stared at their former leader on his dad's knee. Kenny's bare behind looked small and vulnerable, and there was a dimple in each cheek that kept appearing and disappearing as Kenny clenched and unclenched his backside in nervous anticipation.

Jeff bent down a little to try and see Kenny's face. Kenny's head was firmly positioned so that he couldn't turn or look up, but Jeff saw that his friend's face was red and that there were tears in his eyes. As he watched, one fell onto the grass.Robert Scott's voice broke the observational moment.

"Alright, Kenneth, we have business to attend to. You didn't listen to daddy, and now I'm going to give you a good spanking. Are you sorry?"

Kenny's voice was barely audible when he answered. Clearly, he was chocked with emotion. "Ye-es, daddy!"

WHAM!

"When you answer daddy, you make your voice good and loud, boy!"

WHAM!

"YES, DADDY!" Kenny said, in what was as much a cry of pain as an answer.

WHAM!

"Are you going to get your pants dirty if dad tells you to keep them clean?"

WHAM!

"OW! Oh! No, no, sir Daddy! Ooh!"

Robert had made both of his son's cheeks red, and now he decided to really bring the point home. Without saying anything he spanked the lower part of one cheek twelve times in rapid succession.

Kenny's bottom literally 'danced' on Robert's knee as the whacks were delivered, and Kenny cried out with each one and began to whimper.

"Will you...will you...will you ....?" Robert Scott questioned, punctuating each phrase with a resounding CRACK! to the other side of the boy's 'sit-down' spot.

"Will you....listen to Daddy!"

"Oh, YES! DADDDY, I will. No more! Please. It huuuuurts!"

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"Of course it hurts, son," Robert Scott said, in almost a gentle voice, "I'm spanking you!"

WHACK WHACK WHACK

Robert Scott pulled Kenny's legs far apart and lifted his left foot up on its toes. Kenny's backside was raised and opened. Robert brought his palm cracking down on Kenny's spread crack spanking the inner part of his buttocks until it was blood red.

"AAAH!" Kenny wailed, struggling hard on his father's knee. "DADDY! PLEASE!"

"I'll 'Daddy, please' you!" Robert Scott said, his voice loud and very angry. "I'll teach you to disobey me!"

Robert Scott spanked his son hard and fast. The boy bawled and kicked, but his Daddy was determined to give him a long-lasting lesson.

He spanked Kenny until every part of his backside was bright red and slightly swollen. Even the top of his thighs were properly, and tenderly, reddened before the spanking was brought to an end with a crescendo of whacks at the top of the boy's ballooning bottom.

Robert didn't sooth or rub Kenny's bottom, as he usually did after a hard spanking. Instead, he lifted the boy off his lap and stood him in front of him, between his knees.

Immediately, Kenny grabbed his backside and squeezed it, jigging from foot to foot and continuing to howl. It had been a genuine SCORCHER!

Robert let him dance for a moment while the other D.A.D.s used this opportunity to look at their sons meaningfully as if to say, "See, see what happens when you're bad! This is what I'll do to you if you disobey!" Even with the absence of words, Jeff and Peter lowered their heads with pink cheeks. They understood the looks and they knew the threat would be carried out.

Robert picked up Kenny's underpants and held them out. Kenny stopped hopping, through tears still streamed from his eyes, and holding onto his father's arm for balance, stepped into them.

"Are you a good boy now, Kenneth?" Robert asked as he drew the brief up his boy's legs.

"Ooh, yes, daddy," Robert moaned, still crying.

"Are you going to mind me when I tell you something?" Robert held on to the waistband of the boy's brief when he asked this as if to threaten lowering them again in a second if the answer was unsatisfactory.

Kenny wiggled in his dad's controlling hold.

"Stand still, son!" Robert growled.

Kenny stopped moving and answered, "I promise dad, I promise to obey."

Robert Scott chucked and patted his son's white brief behind. "Don't promise, son. Boys' promises to always obey never come true!"

Robert kept chuckling fondly as he put his son's pants on and buttoned them. Then he got up and, as if nothing had happened, said to the other dads:

"Ready, gentlemen?"

George was refilling his pipe, but he nodded and said. "I think going to pray together was a great idea, Scott! Jeff and I try to be pretty observant. Don't we son?"

Jeff nodded and said to Peter, "My Pa has me kneel by the side of the bed every night to say my prayers." He added as an afterthought, "And if I fool around, or don't act serious enough, he takes me to the woodshed and tans me.

"Don't you Dad?"

"Yeah, I sure do boy!" George Kolka said, puffing at his pipe.

"Peter and I say 'Grace' at meals," James Lester said. "And," he added glancing meaningfully at Peter, "we don't stuff food in our faces until it's done!"

Peter's face got red and Jeff quickly asked, "Hey, Heller, did you do that. Didja stuff food in your face. What happened? What did yer dad to to ya?

"My name's not Heller, dork," Peter said. "It's Lester!"

"I'm gonna soap your mouth for calling your friend that name," James said immediately, pointing the moist end of his cigar at his son. "Now you give him a proper answer or we'll do a park bench scene of our own."

Peter look dismayed at the mention of mouth-washing, but he knew that once his father said he would do something, he was going to do it, and it wouldn't be any good to whine.

Peter looked angrily at Jeff, who he considered the cause of his upcoming punishment, "I did stuff food in my mouth while we were saying 'Grace,' and my father gave me a big dose of castor oil to teach me a lesson."

James chewed his cigar and guffawed. "You got rid of that contraband food in a hurry, didn't you son?"

"Yes, daddy," Peter said, face burning.

Robert Scott smiled and said gently, "Well, we've got three fine boys here and three outstanding D.A.D.s who have a lot to be grateful for." The three Men put their arms around their sons and drew them close. The boys put their arms around their Dads' waists and reveled in the male closeness.

"Let's go and express our thanks."

The D.A.D.s walked side by side, with their sons gamboling around them until they left the park and headed to the house of worship they had agreed upon.

Once there, James excused himself and Peter and took the boy, by the hand, into the washroom to attend to his having called Jeff a 'dork.'

When they came out, Peter's lips were red and his face was tear-streaked, James was busy rolling down his sleeves and rebuttoning them.

Nothing was said about the mouth-scrubbing.

The D.A.D.s took their boys to their seats and the service got underway.

Halfway through, Jeff sneakily reached around behind his father and smacked Peter Lester in the back of his head.

Peter jerked forward and George, unceremoniously, hauled his son out of his seat and down the aisle.

In the back vestibule, George caught Jeff under his powerful arms and pulled down the back of the boy's pants and underpants. Then, with no concern for the noise, he held Jeff in place and soundly walloped his bare bottom until the boy was roaring and dancing in his father's grasp.

When Jeff's backside was in competition with an August sunset, George fastened up his pants and lead him, still bawling (but much more quietly under threat of an immediate second spanking) back to their seat.

After the service, the D.A.D.s took their sons to lunch and then to a baseball game. Jeff was sick from eating too much, but they all had a great time.

With promises of getting together again soon, and a few wallops to remind the boys to stop fooling around and take Dad's hand, the Men took their sons home.

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Mr. Nelson turned off the omnicomp and smiled with satisfaction. He typed in the last entry to his records on Peter Lester, Jeff Kolka and Kenneth Scott.

"The D.A.D.s and sons have successfully bonded. They have formed family units; the process of rehabilitation has exceeded expectations. Another D.A.D. triumph!"

Mr. Nelson shut off the omnicomp and picked up the envelope with his next case study.

"Hmm," he read, "this boy should be really interesting!"

THE END