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Paul Gets a "D.A.D." Daddy - Part 2

Chapter 2: Bare Bottom Discipline Down Home on the Farm

Shep put Paul down in the midst of a busy farmyard. Paul’s senses were bombarded with animal sounds and smells and a vista of white fences, sheds, barns and a rough-looking farmhouse. Chickens were making their meaningless frenzied racket and somewhere, in the distance a cow mooed deeply.

Shep fished his pipe out of his overall pocket and stuck it in his mouth. He took a match out of the same pocket and lit it (the way Paul had only seen in movies) by flicking it against one of his own fingernails. He sucked on his pipe and blue smoke made a cloud over the corncob bowl.

"Okay, now here’s the story son," Shep said around his pipe stem. "Your parents have signed you over to "D.A.D. Inc." a government agency that makes me your legal guardian. From now on,until further notice, I am your legal Daddy. This is my farm, and you will be living here, doing chores here and being schooled here. You’ll do what I tell you to do, and I’ll take care of you. Any questions before I give you that tanning I promised you?"

Paul looked around him in stunned silence for a moment, and then turned his attention back to the bearded man smoking his pipe, his brawny arms crossed over his chest.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Paul yelled, "but you damn well better take me back home before you find yourself in a shit load of trouble!!"

Shep frowned deeply and reached out his hand; the next thing Paul knew he had a terrible pain in his ear. The pain did not get better when Shep started dragging Paul along with the boy’s ear clipped between Shep’s middle and forefinger.

"You have a nasty mouth, son," Shep said, "a very nasty mouth. But your daddy’s got a cure for that!"

Shep hauled a screaming,cursing Paul across the farmyard, past a pig pen, and behind the barn where they came to slant-roofed woodshed. Shep opened the shed door and took Paul inside. He closed the door and locked it with a key, then he let go of Paul’s ear. Paul looked around for an escape route, but there was none. There was only a pile of wood, a stool, and - on one wall - a rack with sticks on it.

Paul saw Shep reach up to the rack and take down a small, thin stick. Then he took a pocketknife out of his pocket and began to skin the stick.

"What are you doing?" Paul asked nervously. He had a horrible feeling , in the pit of his stomach, that he knew.

"I’m fixing your switch, boy," Shep said without looking up. He scraped the knife and then flicked the switch in the air. It made a whup sound, and Paul jumped back.

"You’re not thinking of...." Paul said.

"C’mere, Paul," Shep said firmly.

"No way!" Paul said. He started climbing on the wood pile.

"Don’t do that, son," Shep said, a little more loudly. "When your daddy calls you for your spanking, you come to him. Don’t make me catch you, it’ll only make it worse."

"Fuck y....."

Paul was plucked off the wood pile by Shep’s hand grabbing the waist band of his pants. Shep swung Paul up and down to the ground.

Paul started kicking and swinging his fists. Shep dragged the boy over to the stool and sat down on it. Then he caught Paul around the waist with his left arm and bent the boy over one knee. Paul expected Shep to start whipping him, but that wasn’t Shep’s intent....not yet, anyway.

Holding the boy across one knee, Shep began to undress him like a banana. He held the boy up and undid his belt and pants buttons.

"Hey, cut it out!" Paul screamed.

Shep pulled down Paul’s zipper and catching hold of his waistband, gave it a tug to loosen the whole thing up. While Paul swung his fists and kicked his legs, Shep took down Paul’s pants to his ankles. Then he hoisted the boy even further over his knee and dragged the pants over Paul’s shoes and removed them completely.

"You lousy pervert!" Paul screamed.

Shep put down the switch and made his palm flat. Then he lifted his hand over his head, like Moses calling down the lord’s judgement, and landed one incredible wallop across the seat of Paul’s white little boy briefs.

WHAM!

Paul bellowed and his feet kicked out. Shep closed his legs, pinning the boy’s feet and took hold of the waist band of his brief.

Paul was still howling as Shep peeled down the boy’s fruit of the looms revealing a raised, angry red handprint spread across both of his white buttock cheeks.

Shep opened his legs and hoisted Paul higher up as he completely removed the boy’s underpants and threw them aside.

Then, while Paul continued bellowing, Shep used his right hand to lift the boy’s legs so that he was positioned across both knees. Then the big man tucked the boy comfortably close to his stomach, so he could feel the warmth of his body, and picked up the switch.

Shep looked down at the boy’s body. The tail of Paul’s shirt hung over the top of his bottom, so Shep turned it well up. The boy’s bottom was very pale and Shep could see at once that it would have to be prepared a little for the switch.

Shep started rubbing it hard with the flat of his hand. At the same time, he began to talk to Paul.

"When you purposely don’t mind me, boy, I’m gonna give you a good spankin’. Maybe with a fine switch, like this one, or with my belt or my hairbrush or my bedroom slipper, or maybe with the flat of my hand. But you can expect a red bottom, that you won’t be able to sit on, if you misbehave."

Shep continued rubbing Paul’s bottom and the boy wiggled and pressed himself against Shep’s knee involuntarily as he felt the man’s hand irritating the skin on his buttocks.

"When I tan you, I’ll be doing most of my work here," Shep slapped the lower part of Paul’s right buttock cheek, "and here;" he slapped the left. Paul gave a little gasp and jumped, but it hadn’t really hurt. Shep repeated his words and slapped Paul a little harder.

"Here," SLAP, "...and here!" SMACK!

This time, Paul gave a little cry and his feet moved; not really a kick, but a flinch.

Shep got more serious now. The boy’s bottom was getting a little pink; he could begin the spanking. Not with the switch, yet, but the punishment could start.

Shep raised his palm and said, "Do you know why you’re gettin’ this tanning, son?"

Paul screamed his outrage in response, and Shep swatted him vigorously across his right butt cheek.

A red handprint rose up superimposed upon the print that was still visible.

Paul cried out and tried to reach around to cover his backside. Shep took his hand and held it firmly to the base of his spine. Again the man’s hand rose as he puffed out a cloud of pipe smoke, and again he smacked the boy’s bare bottom, this time across his left butt cheek.

Now Shep began to alternate: two spanks to the left, two spanks to the right, four spanks on the top(two on each side), two spanks across the center (repeat).

Paul tried to use his left hand on Shep’s knee to push himself up, but he was held down too firmly. Paul tried to shift his body to avoid Shep’s palm and where Paul felt the next painful swat would land, but this too was impossible.

As the spanking went on and on, and became more and more painful, and Paul realized that he was powerless to guard or stop the punishment, the boy began to lose self-control. Paul tried to turn his head, between cries of pain to reason with Shep.

"Don’t! Stop!" the boy called out. "I have money. I’ll give you money! Oooww!"

"Don’t want money, son!" Shep said, continuing to spank Paul, more rigorously now, but still only using his palm. "I just want a son that obeys his daddy. Until you do that, you can expect lots more where this came from."

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"Oow! Oooh! Stop! Please! It...It hurts! (sob)"

"It’s supposed to hurt," Shep said.

SPANK! (bottom left) SPANK! (bottom right) SPANK! (center)

Paul’s bottom began to redden, and Paul began to cry.

"Ooh-hooo! Ow! Stop! You’re mean!"

SPANK! (center) SPANK! (center) SPANK! (center)

"Why am I spanking you, Paul?" Shep asked, continuing to smack the center of Paul’s reddening backside. The boy’s cheeks opened slightly, and Shep smacked down onto the little button inside.

"OW!!" Paul cried.

Shep picked up the switch. "Why am I spanking you, son," he repeated.

Paul howled and cried, but he didn’t answer.

"This is going to take a long time," Shep thought to himself.

Out loud, he said, "You’re gonna get the switch now, son, and I’m gonna whip you until you answer my question."

Paul cried out, "No! Don’t!" but Shep just tightened his grip on the boy and pulled him in closer. Then he raised the switch and whipped it across the boy’s backside.

WHOOT!

Paul screamed and jerked on Shep’s lap. His crying turned into something more high pitched and frenzied.

WHOOT!

"OW! OW!" Paul screamed. "No more! Stop! Stop!"

WHOOT!

Three stripes now stood out vividly on the boy’s already red bottom.

"Are you gonna tell me why you’re gettin’ this spankin’?" Shep asked the boy, switch poised in the air.

Paul gave a scream of rage that was cut off when the switch landed three times in rapid, biting succession.

WHOOT! WHOOT! WHOOT!

Shep held Paul down, but the boy jerked, bucked and jolted as if a cattle prod had been shoved up his tail.

"I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!" the little boy screamed, tears steaming down his face.

WHOOT! WHOOT! WHOOT!

The switch made a new line across the lower part of Paul’s hienie and then made two new lines on his tender thighs. Paul sang like a soprano and his little feet kicked up at a new surprising angle.

"Why are you gettin’ this hiding?" Shep asked.

Paul gulped down his tears and tried to control his chattering teeth. "Because I was fresh!" the boy howled. "Oh! Oh! I’m sorry, ooooooooh, da-dddy!"

Shep grinned. They always got to the ‘daddy’ title when a spanking got really hot!

"...And are you gonna be fresh ever again?" Shep asked. He didn’t wait for an answer, but switched the boy another good one.

WHOOT!

"YOW! No! (sob) No, I won’t never be fresh anymore!" Paul sobbed. All the boy wanted to do was rub his blazing bottom, but one hand was imprisoned in Shep’s and the other couldn’t make it to the target.

Shep pressed his pipe tobacco in with one calloused thumb. He flicked another match into a light and puffed until the air was smokey.

"How does you bottom feel, son?" Shep asked, lightly flicking it with the switch.

Even the slightest touch made Paul weep and he sobbed new tears as he stammered, "I...i....it huuuurts!"

"Good," said Shep, "it’s supposed to hurt. It’s supposed to be good and hot!"

Shep waited a moment while Paul bawled loudly.

"You ever been spanked before?"

"N-no," Paul blubbered.

"Get used to it," Shep said. "Boys gotta be spanked pretty regularly. It’s normal!"

WHOOT!

Paul jerked and wept.

"Now you say, ‘Thank you, daddy, for this spankin’ and for teaching me right from wrong."

Paul repeated the words immediately, "Th-thank you, da-ddy, for this sp-spanking a-and for t-teaching me right f-from wrong!"

Immediately, Shep lifted Paul up from across his knees and held the boy in front of him.

Shep looked the boy in the eye. Paul tried to look away, but found that he couldn’t.

"Now," Shep said, "you are going to split all the kindling outside of this shed and bring it in here. We’ll use the kindling at night for our stove."

Shep took Paul’s hand and got up from the stool. He started leading the boy to the door of the woodshed. Paul pulled back.

"I need my pants!" the boy said urgently.

Shep stood still, but held on to Paul’s hand.

"You don’t need any pants, boy. You’re going pantless from this point on and until I say otherwise."

Paul’s eyes opened wide with horror. He had been clutching his red, striped bottom with his free hand, now he used the hand to try and free his other from Shep’s.

"No!" Paul cried. "I can’t go outside like this."

Shep took his pipe from his mouth and stuffied it in the bib pocket of his overalls, then he knelt down and took hold of both of Paul’s arms in his strong hands.

"Now you listen to me, son," Shep said. "Do you want me to sit down on that stool, put you over my knees and wear you out with that switch?"

Paul looked even more horrified. "Noooo!" he wailed.

"Then you just accept what I say to you and mind me," Shep said. "Boy your age doesn’t need pants anyhow. Lots of boys around here go pantless. Lets their daddies get right down to business when it’s called for."

Shep turned Paul around and looked at his bottom.

"Yeah, I spanked you ‘pretty’ good," he said consideringly. He turned the boy around and faced him again, "But not as good as I could have. You’ll be bare-tail, fanny-spankin’ ready from now on, and if you cover your backside, I’ll take a hickory withe to you until you don’t try it again. You got me, son?"

Tears streamed down Paul’s face. All of this was incomprehensible to him.....all but the pain of Paul’s switch. He nodded his head in awed silence.

Shep took the boy’s hand and threw open the door of the woodshed. Then he took his ‘son’ outside in his shirt, socks and sneakers and pointed to the woodpile and a small hand hatchet.

"You know how to split kindling?" Shep asked.

Paul shook his head, and for the next thirty minutes, Shep taught Paul how to split kindling. At first Paul tried to do it and cover himself at the same time. Shep said nothing about this. Within ten minutes, the boy had given up this vain attempt and struggled with the axe while his little pecker danced around and his bright red backside danced in the sun.

When Shep thought that the boy had finally gotten the knack of splitting the wood, he said, "I’ll be back in an hour. This kindling isn’t split, and you’ll take another trip to the woodshed!"

Shep took his cob pipe from his pocket and nodded his head to the boy. Then, while Paul sweated with the hatchet, Shep tapped the ashes from his pipe, refilled it from a leather tobacco pouch and lit it up. Then, puffing blue clouds of smoke, he turned his back on the boy and headed off to do chores of his own.

(to be continued)