A fictional tale of not so long ago, when people read newspapers and paper boys delivered, and collected.

A perfect summer day…

The lump in Josh's throat could not be swallowed away, nor could his excitement be contained. A strange excitement, to say the least. The tall 19 year old shouldered his bag of news papers and stepped up on to the porch of Old Widow Gibbons, a strong, energetic senior woman well known for her oddities and outspoken nature. Then there were the rumors about her. Rumors passed down from Dads to sons. Salacious rumors about what she supposedly did to guys Josh's age, and even older. Now Josh’s father Daniel, passed on his own experience to his son, who listened with wide eyes as Josh’s Dad told what happened when he was twenty years old, then he said to his son with a strange look on his face; “I actually liked it!”

His father’s confession echoed in his head.

"She must be older n shit now". Josh thought to himself as she opened the door.

"Well now!” She crossed her arms. “You should have been here much earlier young man. Well don't just stand there come in. You are collecting today, are you not?"

"Yes, Yes I am ma'am."

She sized him up and was (secretly) pleased with what she saw. Old Gibbons had a warm spot in her heart for the Jones men even though Josh was taller than his dad.

Yes, she remembered Daniel very well. A handsome young man like his son, only shorter and very built, and it is obvious were Josh got his amazing bottom. And what a bottom! This was the thing that drove the old girl to her devices. She had this thing for young men's posteriors, and probably thanks to her gran who was always spanking her older cousin Tommy.

Ah yes, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy! He could not help it that he possessed such a round, prodigious, muscular bottom that even she herself, as a young girl noticed. And later, when Tommy matured, he grew some hair on his ass cheeks, and even more on his legs, and what a sight when old Gran was spanking him and he’d splay his amazing legs wide. Oh she was so lucky to witness those spankings from her secret vantage point.

She snapped back into the present.

"I think your service to the community is a joke. You don’t take your job seriously. You need Discipline!" She snorted at him; "Discipline! Yes, yes, that's what your generation lacks." She leaned towards him. "And that , young man, means a good long trip over the knee!"

Josh heard his Dad’s words; "Don't tell your Mom" He told his son in confidence; “But, I actually liked it."

She snapped her fingers in Josh’s face. "Are you listening to me!?" She demanded. "Yes young man, I good long trip over my knee would fix you up good!"

"You think I should get spanked?"

Josh’s heart was pounding and he shifted from foot to foot.

"Absolutely!"

“Really!?”

“Yes!”

"Who would do that?”

"Why, me of course" She stated with a wry smile.

5 minutes later

The grandfather clock ticked in the hallway, and the sound of someone's lawn mower filtered in through the open kitchen window. But from the den, came the wonderful sounds of slaps. Brisk, sharp, crisp, slaps following one after another, as the flat open hand of Old Widow Gibbs kissed the upturned, and oh so round, solid bubble butt of Josh Jones. The spanks were focused, brisk, and caused a wonderful array of gasps, yelps and pathetic moans from Josh, similar to those that his father made years ago.

A victorious expression was on the old widow’s face, along with a knowing smirk. She knew she was stinging him up good N proper, but as usual with these young scamps there were other things that arose. Ah yes, these young men, and their wonderful reactions that just cannot be helped. Josh’s whimpers were addressed with a Lecture in fine fashion while slaps continued in an unrelenting cadence. Wagging his hips, and rolling his reddening posterior up towards harms way his substantial and wonderful "reaction" pressed hotly and impressively into her thigh. This was going to be one hell of a ride. As his first ever spanking scrambled his brains, as his round, smooth posterior quickly took on the color of ripe tomatoes. He had to twist as best he could to look back at the commotion taking place across his cheeks. As pain and pleasure changed into something totally new and overwhelming, he heard his Dad's words again.

"But I actually liked it!"

Josh was spanked to a randy climax that day. A first ever experience and not bad for his maiden voyage, and like his Dad, he liked it. He really liked it.

As he walked home well aware of his hot tingling bottom, he laughed to himself as the phrase popped into his mind. "Like father, like son."