The night before graduation. I spend the evening out to dinner with my family. It’s pretty fun, as long as I don’t think too much about the last few days. Plus, I’m content in the knowledge that I’ll be immune to spanking in less than twenty-four hours. Dad may not be happy with my behavior, but he’s a man of his word. After graduation, I’ll be free.
When it comes time to leave, Dad volunteers to drive me home. We chat in the car, about school and the future and everything. I can’t imagine that he’s planning to spank me yet another time, especially after the intense humiliation of last night. But even if he does, at least it will be the end.
Sure enough, he parks the car and follows me up to my room. Justin is sitting on the couch with his laptop, back early from dinner with his parents. After all that’s happened, my dad doesn’t bother asking him to leave before pulling out a chair.
I pout. “Dad, why? There’s no way I did anything this time!”
"Don’t whine, kiddo. This is the last spanking you’re ever going to get from me. And we both know you deserve it."
I frown, but I’m secretly happy to hear him acknowledge that this is finally it. I decide to cooperate, laying myself across his lap.
He sticks a knee between my legs, spreading them wide. My crack is exposed, and for a minute I’m torn between the embarrassment of Justin seeing it and the fear that my dad will spank me there, in my last unmarked place.
But he doesn’t. He starts slowly swatting each of my cheeks in turn, almost lazily, as if he just wants them to bounce around. It still stings, of course, since I don’t think my dad is capable of giving me a swat that doesn’t sting. And my cheeks are already sore. But it’s far from what I’ve been getting. “Thanks, Dad.”
I’d meant to thank him for going easy on me, but that suddenly seemed like a very bad idea. “Uh… Thanks for caring about me enough to do this for so long.”
He paused, pensive. “You’re welcome, son. I do think that it’s helped you. And I’m proud that you’re going to be graduating, from school and my spankings, pretty soon.”
I glance at Justin. He’s watching intently, a strange look on his face. I blush and (bizarrely) try to focus on the pain building in my bottom. “Thanks, Dad.”
"But." He pauses, rubbing my thigh thoughtfully. "I do worry about you. Because I said that you don’t seem completely ready for this, and I meant it."
I start to breathe faster. “No, Dad, I am, really! I’ll be fine! And you promised…”
He lands a hard smack. It echoes across the room. “I know I did. And I plan to keep that promise. Even still…”
He lands a final flurry of smacks, all over my bottom. It’s quick, but he almost brings me to tears. He pulls me to my feet and stands next to me. I move to hug him, but he motions for me to wait.
He turns towards my roommate. “Justin.”
For a short, strange second, I think my dad is going to try to spank him. But instead, he points to the chair. “Could you come sit down here?”
Justin considers it, for a few awkward moments. Then he puts his book to the side, and sits down in my father’s chair.
Dad grabs my ear. Before I can react, he pulls me to Justin’s side, then shoves me across his lap. I’m too shocked to say anything. Justin clears his throat. “I’m sorry, but… What?”
"You and I both know that my son isn’t ready to move on from being spanked. He still needs that discipline in his life. And since the two of you will be rooming together next year, and you seem like a responsible young man… I thought you could give it to him."
I hang there for a moment, in utter disbelief. Justin’s thighs, so much skinnier than my father’s, are digging into my torso. I can feel sweat on the back of my neck. “What are you even talking about, D-“
"Justin, give him a swat to quiet him down."
To my absolute shock, he does. His hand is thinner and less rough than my dad’s but it hurts. “Like that?”
"Yeah, that was good. But don’t cup your hand so much. And follow through."
A few more swats, all on the crests of my cheeks. I can’t help squirming a little.
"Much better. Now make sure you give some variety. All over his butt, some on his thighs. Different strengths. Variety is the most important thing. You have to surprise him, or he’ll stop paying attention."
Well, that’s far from true. But I do start to yelp and squirm more as the swats rain down on my sit-spot, near my crack, and on my upper thighs. “Is that better?”
I can hear the smile in my dad’s voice. “Yeah, that’s perfect, Justin. I knew you’d be able to handle it.” He watches for a moment longer. Then I hear footsteps going towards the door. “All right, I’ll leave you to it. Happy graduation, kiddo.”
The door closes. I try to ignore the fire in my butt, putting a hand in front of my cheeks and arching up off Justin’s lap. “Sorry that was so incredibly weird, man. Let’s just never talk about it-“
Strong fingers wrap around my arm, pinning it to my back. He pushes me flat against his lap. His open palm sends my right cheek bouncing. “Don’t give me that, bud. You and I both know you deserve this.”
Parts one, two, three, and four.