A Father's Tale Of Honor

Author: Patrick - patkrey@mindspring.com

Gato was fourteen before he really became a problem for me. He usually trusted me in matters of ethics, discipline, and business. Because his Mom was no longer with us, he turned to me for guidance. I enjoyed his company and looked forward to helping him with his problems.

When we moved to the town of Commissey, I had asked the neighbors in which high school they thought Gato should be enrolled. Most agreed that Gato should look to enter the private school in the Oak Hills district.

His background in mathematics and his love of computer science were ideal matches for the new curriculum offered by Mr. Dumas. Mr. Dumas was a new teacher who had caught the excitement of the townsfolk two years ago in the annual school fair. He was a computer wizard and had shown the parents his graphics programming expertise with his new computer system. They loved the show and he became an instant sensation.

I talked to Gato about the school and he was happy about the prospect. He had the right grades for acceptance, and I had enough extra money to pay for his tuition. He was accepted and enrolled in the Fall. His grades were good the first semester and he adapted well to the rigors of high school. He was making friends with his classmates after school and on the weekends, and I did not worry about him getting into trouble. We worked together on his homework when it stumped him, and I can say he was a very happy child.

He began to change when he entered puberty. He grew four inches over several months and gained enough weight to make him heavier, but not enough to keep him from looking a bit thin and awkward. His voice deepened, and he now appeared to take on an inward concern. He studied more deeply the world about him, and was somewhat slower and less certain when he would speak. He had a slight smile on his face when we talked; this gave me the impression that he found life rather amusing in certain ways. I didn't mind, because his smiles would eventually cause me to look into his eyes and smile, also.

Gato and I always loved to fish in the Spring, and this year was no exception. I could not spend as much time with him due to my job, so he became friends with his classmate, Jeramie, and the two of them would spend their afternoons by the lake with their lines in the water. They had a lot of success, from the stories I'd hear, and we had the luxury of cooked fresh trout on many occasions.

Gato and Jeramie began to spend more time together as the Spring turned toward Summer. They learned to master the trick of overnight camping, and this became their second devotion to fishing. I thought the outdoors activities were good experience for the boys, and I and Jeramie's parents enjoyed hearing the boys stories about their adventures. Toward the last part of the semester, I was asked to talk with Mr. Dumas and the Principle of Gato's school. They were sad to inform me of a problem that was present when Gato was in computer science class. He no longer was listening attentively to Mr. Dumas during lecture. When Mr. Dumas reproached Gato for his inattentiveness, Gato became belligerent and refused to cooperate. Further problems developed as the class was tested. Gato was found looking at another boy's paper for answers to the test questions. These incidents are indicative of some other problem in Gato's life, said Gato's Principal. I am not sure of what that problem is, because Gato refuses to talk with me. If you would find out from him what is bothering him, we would be better able to help him cope with the matter.It appeared to me plain and simple- Gato was going through some rough changes and he wasn't able to cope with them.

Without the comfort of his Mom, the world was probably becoming a hostile place for him emotionally. I can't blame him, because even I was fairly unavailable to meet his needs. When we talked, I found other indications than those that would accompany the storm and stress situations of an adolescent boy. He was actively avoiding me and attempting to digress from answering my questions. I couldn't believe it, but he was acting as though he were stoned. I asked him point-blank if that was it, and he flatly denied it. I said I believed him, admonished him and warned him about causing any other trouble in school. I was afraid to think that he might be lying to me. I guess as a father, one must expect to be the witness to his sons trials, successes and failures. One always hopes to see the least of failures, but must realize he needs to help his son when he does fail.

Gato was growing up. I could see his muscles getting stronger, hear his voice becoming deeper, and understand his curiosity when he was alone in his room. I couldn't stand by, however, to watch him stray down the wrong path when it came to major life decisions. I found out about one wrong decision he was making, and decided to not let him continue to make it in the future.

As it turns out, Gato was getting high. He and Jeramie had turned on with some of the older boys in his school, and Gato found that he enjoyed the experience. He probably never realized that it may have been his pot smoking that was causing his problems with his teachers. He was smoking for quite a while before I found out what he was doing. The way I found out that Gato was smoking was the appearance of his pot pipe in his jacket. He had left the jacket on a chair in the hall, and when I picked it up, the pipe fell out. This was a major blow to my ego initially, that Gato would lie to me about smoking pot. Then I came back to reality and realized that this was about Gato, and not about me. Gato needed my help. He needed understanding, guidance and support. He also needed to understand just how serious his misconduct was.

That night, I knocked on Gato's door and entered his room. He was surprised to see me, because I usually don't disturb his privacy at night. I told him that we had to talk and that what I had to say was very important. He said he was listening. "Gato, I found this pipe in your jacket

today, and would like to know if you deny that it is yours?", Gato gave a big gulp as I removed the pipe from my pocket and showed it to him. "Dad! I swear to you! It's not mine! I found it by the lake today, and forgot to get rid of it when I came home."

I said to him, "Your telling me that you haven't been using it to smoke pot in?"

"Yes. I told you before, Dad. I don't smoke pot."

"I wish I could believe you, son, but after I found the pipe, I decided to have a look in your room. I found this baggy in your desk, behind your notebook."

Gato's face flushed as deep a red as I have ever witnessed in his face, as I removed a small baggy, filled halfway with green leaves, from my pocket. It was marijuana, and the realization that I had caught Gato lying to me was finally in Gato's mind. He knew that he did two wrongs that day; smoking pot and then lying to me about it.

"Gato", I said, "I know it has been hard for you without your Mom here to help you. I understand fully that you need love sometimes that I can't give to you. To escape by using drugs, however, is not the answer. You will only overcome your hard times by facing them. You must also realize that there are consequence for your actions, both good and bad. When you do something good, you will be rewarded. In our society, however, when you do something bad, you will be punished for it. What you did , Gato, was bad. You broke the law, and then lied to me about it. I won't tolerate it from you Gato. You've never done this before, but I must assure you, you will never want to do it again. I am going to teach you tonight that it is better to come to me with your problems than to hide from them; and it is better to tell the truth than to lie. I love you, Gato, but you must learn this lesson now."

With that said, I stood up. He looked at me with sad eyes, but his face showed confusion mixed with fear as to what I was going to do next. When he asked me, I said " Son, it's been awhile since I had to spank you, but you seem to think you are wiser and older than you really are. I think that the only way to bring you back to reality and to the realization that I am your Dad to whom you should turn when you are in trouble, is to give you a bare bottom one right now so that you realize what I mean, when I say that you should respect the law and that you should tell me the truth."

Gato looked at me and smiled in disbelief. Then he said, "But Dad, I'm Fourteen! I'm too old for you to be doing that to me!"

I said "That's exactly what I mean, son. Your not too old, and it will be a good way for you to learn your lesson." With that said, he tried to object, but I quieted his arguments and told him that I was serious. He found it hard to believe when I told him to remove his shoes, then his pants, and then his underwear. When I repeated to him that I meant it, he seemed to understand and became resigned to the fact that he was going to be spanked. He sat down on his bed and gave me one last look of objection and disbelief before he proceeded to unlace his shoes. I had not seen Gato naked before me in several years, outside of his running to and from the bath at night. He slowly unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers, and then looked up at me as he let them fall to the ground around his ankles. He stepped out of them and brushed them aside with his foot. Puberty was being good to him. I could see, as he stood before me in his white jockey shorts, that his size was measurably larger in his sack , as well as all of his muscles taking on the appearance of a young man. He looked at me again, and then reached down and dropped his drawers to the floor. Gato let them stay there for an instant as he looked at me, and his penis at the same time seemed to jump to life, but very discreetly so as not to be too noticeable. Gato then slowly stepped out of his jockey shorts and brushed them aside as he had done with his pants.

He was attractive as he stood there, and I was proud that he was my son. I walked over to his bed, and sat down.

He moved to one side, no longer objecting, but looking at me, accepting what I was about to do, but still not pleased at the prospect of being punished. He bent over and lied face down across my lap. I put my hands around his waist, wanting to have him in a better position to receive the spanking. As I lifted him up, one hand under his navel and my other hand cupping his scrotum, I could feel his penis engorge with blood. It did not bother me - I am his father.

If he is hard due to fear or excitement, it matters not. I am his flesh and blood. I repositioned him on my lap, and then slightly spread his legs apart so that both cheeks would be rounded and firm as I smacked them with my hand. At that point, as his buns quivered slightly and he demurely looked back toward me with woeful glances, I could see that he was an attractive young boy who will be a handsome man someday. At that time, however, I realized that he was still only a boy. I said to him, "I am sorry, Gato, and I hope that you are too."

With that said, I raised my hand high , and came down forcefully across both cheeks of his backside. The slap was extremely loud, and with the sudden rush of redness around where I had hit him, I knew was strong enough to sting. I felt Gato tense all of his muscles at that point, trying to deal with the pain and to not let out any signs that it really hurt him. I knew that eventually those defences would wear down. I again raised my hand high and came down hard across his backside. With that smack, he gave a slight moan under his breath, but remained hard and tensed. He now was arching his back slightly, and he pressed his erection into my thigh as he clenched his arms around my legs. I asked him to keep his head lower and remain across my lap, which he did obligingly. I then began again the pattern of the spanking. With each slap on his behind, he yelled a little louder. The "ow's" became more frequent, and he held tighter to my legs and straddled my lap a bit more tightly as I proceeded. I could see him perspiring down the curve of his back and the crack in his behind. His body heat was climbing as his breathing increased and the mounds of his rump became more crimson with the slapping of my hand against them. Almost in an effort to either get away from the slaps or satiate the pain, Gato spread his legs even farther apart. I could see right down to his anus, and could see his scrotal sack resting firmly against my leg. His fidgeting was a sign that the spanking was becoming effective in causing him pain. I said to him that I was not about to stop and that he should stop fidgeting about if he did not want to receive an even more severe spanking. He obliged me by discontinuing his antics and grabbing tightly around my legs with his arms. At this time, he had a raging hard-on, which he continued to press firmly into my leg. I suppose he wanted to extinguish the pain there by doing so. I am not sure how effective that was.

As I continued to slap down across his naked buns, the deep red on them began to have some dark purplish patches beginning to surface. I can tell you that I was not being merciful to my son. I was angry with him for lying to me, and I was angry at him for smoking pot. As I continued his punishment, the pain (and , I guess, the humiliation) of his spanking became too much for him to bear, and he began to sob. At this point, I began to speak to him as I delivered the smacks. "Are you sorry for lying to me?"

"Yes, Dad," he said as he sobbed.

As I made the following statement, I began to increase the speed and intensity of the slaps he received, almost to magnify their importance in his mind. "Gato, I don't ever want you to lie to me about something as important as matters of the law or with school or of matters pertaining to your behavior. You have embarrassed yourself by doing so, and future instances of such behavior will not be tolerated and will be dealt with in a similar manner as what you are now receiving.Although I love you, I am disappointed with your behavior and want it mended immediately."

When I was finished saying this, his entire bottom was of that purplish hue with a very deep red outline. He was openly crying and gasping for air between his sobs, and I noticed that, where he had been pressing against my leg with his penis, there was now a very large wet spot that I could feel on my leg. Seeing that, I believed that he had experienced enough pain, that he had come to grips with the situation at hand, and that he would learn his lesson. I was finished giving him his spanking. As I helped him to his feet, he was weak at the knees. He was in a considerable amount of pain from his backside, and he was still crying and gasping for breath. He was wet with sweat and all his body was a bit red from increased circulation. He stood there and I could see he felt slightly embarrassed, not from the spanking, but that his now limp penis was still oozing and dripping semen from its tip. As I smiled at him with love and grabbed him into my arms to hold him, he understood that his ejaculation did not bother me. He continued to sob for five minutes as I held him there in my arms. As I kissed him and told him that I loved him, he smiled through his tears and told me that he loved me, too. He picked up his pants and underwear as I left his room, and I bid him good night. Gato recovered slowly from that spanking.

He could literally not sit comfortably for almost five days, and still felt pain in his behind when walking or running for two to three days more. Still, he knows that I love him, and now we are talking more about his feelings and his activities than we had ever spoken of before. He knows, now, that I'm there to listen to him and to be his friend, as well as being his dad.