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Paul Gets a "D.A.D." Daddy - Part 6

Chapter 6: A Birching and a Boy Spank Party

Paul was awakened, the next morning, by Shep who was sitting on the side of his bed with a slender birch rod in his hand. Shep had just come from a shower and was dressed only in a pair of boxer shorts.

"Rise and shine, son, we’ve got lots to do and company coming," Shep said.

Paul pushed his hair back and rubbed his eyes. "It’s morning alread?" he asked.

"Yep," said Shep. "Maybe you should take a shower; it’ll help wake you up."

Paul crawled out of bed, but Shep grabbed a handful of the boy’s nightshirt before he could head out of the room.

"But not quite yet, Paul. I have to give you your morning treatment."

Paul turned to Shep with dismay in his face. "Come on," the boy said, "...don’t!"

Shep pulled Paul toward him by the nightshirt, like reeling in an unwilling little fish. "Now, this is good for you, son. I know you don’t like it, but you really need it!"

Shep picked Paul up and started to lift him over his knees. Paul lashed out and threw a punch that caught Shep on the cheek. Shep took the hit with only a slight flinch and laid the boy gently in his lap.

"You fuck!" Paul screamed.

Shep’s left hand had Paul by the neck holding his head down; his right hand took hold of the end of the nightshirt and turned it well up baring the boy’s bottom for discipline. "If you say one more nasty word," Shep said, taking up the birch rod. "Or do one more disrespectful action, I will scrub out your mouth with soap for one solid hour. It’s clear that you need this therapy even more than I thought."

Shep began the birching with light stinging cuts to the boy’s backside. Shep skillfully worked the switch so that every part of Paul’s backside was equally whipped. As the boy’s bottom started to redden, Shep switched with greater intensity. Paul began to kick and then to cry and then to plead.

Shep stopped once to rub Paul’s very red bottom and to tell him that this was all for his own good, and then he continued the switching.

When Shep finally laid down the switch, Paul’s backside was fire engine red and the boy was sobbing uncontrollably. Shep didn’t comfort Paul this time. Instead, he took him by the hand and lead him to the bathrom. Paul’s free hand held his burning backside and he continued to wail his grief.

Shep turned on the shower, pulled the nightshirt over Paul’s head and put him into the shower. Then he handed Paul a bar of soap with the injunction, "Wash yourself!" and left the room.

After the shower, and before he was allowed to put on a shirt, socks and sneakers (bare-bottom was still the rule), Shep decided to have Paul spend a little time in a corner for the swearing and hitting out. Paul was horrified with this discipline and said that only babies were put in the corner. Shep scoffed and said, "All boys need cornertime to think things over. Now stand there and keep your face to that corner."

Paul stood in the corner while Shep put breakfast on the table. When Shep looked at the boy, he was rubbing his bottom, which was already much less red, and sniffing quietly with self-pity. Shep smiled and finished setting the table.

When everything was ready, Shep allowed Paul to come out of the corner and to put on his shirt, shoes and socks. Then they had a hearty breakfast together. Shep forced Paul into a lively conversation about his lessons for the day just as if the spanking and corner time were a perfectly ordinary, everyday occurance. Paul was surprised to find himself thinking, "They are ordinary, everyday occurances I guess."

"Today, when it’s time for lunch, you’re going to meet some other boys," Shep told Paul, as they were eating. "They’re boys, like yourselves, who have been assigned dads by D.A.D."

"Where do they live?" Paul asked.

"These boys all live on other farms," Shep said. "D.A.D. has a large network of communities. We’re part of their farm community."

When Shep and Paul headed outside to start morning chores, they met Johnny Langley who was filling up the back of a truck with roles of wire.

"Carl and I are going to fix that fence around the cow pasture," Johnny told Shep. He winked at Paul. "How ya doin’ this bright morning?"

Paul nodded and gave a slight smile in response, then he remember Shep swatting him for not putting out his hand and said, "I’m good. Can I do the horses again today?"

"Ask your pa," Johnny said simply.

Paul turned to Shep. If he asked Shep he would be acknowledging him as his father in Johnny’s mind. Paul felt a moment of turmoil, but it didn’t last.

"Can I?" he asked.

Shep nodded, "You sure can, son. Now let’s let Johnny do his work, we’ve got work of our own."

Johnny dropped a pair of pliers from a tool belt around his waist and Paul bent to retrieve them for the farmhand. As he bent, Johnny patted his bottom.

"Somebody’s got some train tacks," he chortled.

Paul jerked upright. He felt like throwing the pliers at Johnny, but he saw Shep’s hands on his waist watching him sternly. He held his temper and handed the pliers to Johnny.

Johnny gave his broad grin, "A switchin’ hurts like hell, don’t it?" he said.

Paul nodded.

"Bet it hurt your daddy to give it to ya too," he added.

Paul looked at Shep but the man’s face was unreadable.

"Come on, son," Shep said again. "We have work in the barn."

There was a lot of work to do in the barn, and Paul spent the morning learning another list of things that he had never known anything about. All of the work was hard, and tiring, but Paul discovered that he liked being around animals and wondered that he had never known this about himself.

Part of the morning had involved milking and Paul had taken to it right away. He loved the patience of the cows and decided that they were much more lovable animals than the horses. Once, when he was stooping to pick up a pail of milk he had just taken from one cow, the animal had turned its head and licked his bare bottom with her dry, raspy tongue. Paul had been startled and jerked upright. But in truth, it had felt incredibly delicious. When he though Shep wasn’t looking, Paul had hugged the cow with tears in his eyes. Shep, who had been repairing a harness, saw the whole thing.

Lessons followed morning chores, and they were just as interesting as they had been on the previous day. Paul begged for more of TREASURE ISLAND and Shep read him another chapter inbetween fractions and a social studies lesson on landforms.

As part of the social studies work, Shep had brought in a large wooden board, and he showed Paul how to make a grid on the board and use it to draw a map from his textbook. The map was drawn big and Shep showed Paul how to use clay to make the landforms with different colors for different elevations.

Only once during the lessons had there been any friction and that was when Paul got irritable when he didn’t grasp improper fractions quickly enough. Paul had shoved the book away and said, "This is so dumb!"

Shep had said, "Pull that book back or climb over my knee - your choice." Paul had pulled the book back immediately.

After lessons were more chores and then Shep announced that it was time to get ready for their company.

Paul was surprised to find a man in their house when Shep and Paul went back to wash up. He was a white haired, white-bearded old guy who reminded Paul of Poopdeck Pappy, the old sailor dad of Popeye. Only it was his dad, Shep, who smoked the corncob pipe.

"This is Cappy Jones," Shep said, introducing the man to Paul. "Cappy is good enough to come by and lend a hand when we put on a big feed. And he’s one g reat cook as you’ll find out."

"Good to meet ya, boy," Cappy Jones said, and he shook hands with Paul. Paul saw that Cappy had white hair all down his arms and even on the back of his hands, and Cappy had the bluest eyes that Paul had ever seen on a person before.

The house smelled wonderful and Paul got a peek at platters of food already prepared in the kitchen.

"Better take another quick shower," Shep said to Paul, "and then I will myself. We both smell like sheep dip."

Paul hesitated. His face turned red as he asked Shep, "Can I put on pants before the other kids get here."

"No," Shep said, "and don’t worry about it. They won’t be panted either."

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The Dads and boys arrived in station wagons and pick-up trucks. Shep had been right, all of the boys were dressed in variations of Paul’s outfit: shirts, socks and either sneakers or work boots. Little peckers wagged all over the front yard and round pink bottoms caught the light of the mid-day sun and shone like smiling faces.

Shep puffed his pipe and welcomed men and boys warmly. He knew all their names and introduced them to Paul. All the dads were big men like Shep, tall, broad and muscular, and the boys who ranged in ages from eight to thirteen, were either cautious with the dads or playful. Paul reasoned that some had been with them longer than others.

Dads and sons walked down behind the house to a place that Paul hadn’t been to before. It was a beautiful grove that grew around a crystal clear pool of water. The water rushed from a rock outcropping and Shep said it came from an underground glacier.

It was hot and the purpose of coming to this spot was clear at once. Soon the air was filled with screams and laughter as Dads and sons stripped off their clothes and jumped in the water.

Paul held back.

"What’s the matter?" Shep said, he had already stipped down and was eager to enjoy the pool with his boy.

"I can’t swim," Paul said.

Shep put his hand on Paul’s head. "Hey, son, that’s what dads are for." He scooped Paul up in his arms and carried the boy into the water.

For the next hour, along with throwing Paul up in the air and catching him, and a whole lot of horse-play with the other Dads and son, Shep managed to teacher Paul how to do the deadman’s float and the dog paddle. Paul felt safe in Shep’s big, strong hands, and Shep enjoyed the feeling of the little boy’s naked body stretched out across his hands as he taught him to float.

Only one boy required discipline during the activity. It was an older boy, Paul placed him at thirteen, who kept pushing younger boys under. His Dad, a blond man with very short hair (who Paul thought looked just like a Viking) warned him twice to stop it. The third time, he took the young teenager out of the pool, sat down on a rock, threw the boy over his legs and spanked his soundly for about five minutes. The boy started the spanking with stoic silence, but after the first minute he cracked and wound up taking the licking like any other little boy with kicking feet and loud crying.

This action seemed to signal that it was time for lunch and they all dragged clothes over wet bodies and headed back to the house.

Lunch was served outside at big picnic tables that Johnny Langley and the other farmhands had helped to set up.

Paul noticed that the boy who had been spanked ate his lunch standing up, but he didn’t look crabby about it. In fact, he was just as raucous and extroverted as were the rest of the eaters.

When lunch was over, several of the Dads, including Shep smoked and the air smelled of different kinds of tobacco; cigarette, pipe and a few cigars.

The boys played catch while the Dads sat and digested, but all activity stopped when Cappy Jones rang a gong and held out a big wicker laundry basket to Shep. Shep took the basket and passed it around to the Dads.

The boys froze where they were as they saw that the basket was filled with wooden hairbrushes. Each Dad selected a brush in a firm fist grip and looked over to his son.

Benches were pulled out in a circle (like a corral) and Dads now seated themselves and called their boys over to them. With shuffling feet, and some whimpers, the boys did as they were told and soon all were draped over their Dad’s laps awaiting their afternoon therapy.

Cappy rang the bell a second time and the Dads lifted their hairbrushes; the spankings began.

Laying over Shep’s lap, Paul was momentarily separated from himself and the sting of the hairbrush, as he took in the whole scene. Looking up, Paul saw over twenty boys in the same position he was in. Heads down, bare bottom raised on fatherly knees, legs waving in the air.

He saw Dads with hairbrushes in their fists raising and lowering their arms as they applied their special brand of therapy to their boys’ bottoms. The sound of little cries, and then crying, filled the yard, and then....all at once....the pain of Shep’s hairbrush brought Paul back to his own reality and he kicked his own feet.

Soon, Paul almost forgot that anyone else was there. He was only conscious of Shep’s firm hand on his back and the awful sting of the brush paddling his bottom. He began his involuntary attempts to push away and escape, but it was futile and all he could do was lie there and cry as his daddy spanked him.

After about ten minutes, Cappy rang the bell and the spankings stopped. Paul was conscious of all the other boys crying and completely lost track of his own tears. He felt Shep’s hand rubbing his burning bottom and then lifting him off of his lap. Then he was enfolded in Shep’s strong arms and felt the man’s immediate and unstinting love.

At one point, after he had cried with his head resting on Shep’s shoulder, Paul pushed back and looked Shep full in the face with tears still running down his cheeks.

"Do....do you ...really....love me?" he asked Shep pitifully.

Shep nodded his head. "Yeah, boy, your daddy really loves you."

Paul’s eyes squeezed shut and he gave a loud wail of heartbreaking sorrow. "I....I...love you, daddy!" he shouted and Shep gave him the hardest and best hug of all.

(to be continued)