David had gone downstairs and pulled his clothes on. Sharon had brushed her hair and looked great. David looked like he had just fallen out of bed. Which was almost true.

They walked four blocks to the diner. True to his word, Jason wasn't there yet. Sharon said, "We aren't waiting for him. Let's order breakfast. I'm dying for another coffee, too. Jason is probably just now getting his girlfriend out of bed and losing the battle on that."

"Oh, you think that he was still in bed with someone when you called him?" David asked.

"I know that he was. I could hear her in the background," Sharon said and then added, "Knowing him, he went back to bed with her for another round."

David wondered how Sharon would know that much about her brother's sex life. But he didn't have long to wonder as the waiter came and took their orders.

Sharon had her hand under the table and on his crotch. "So, a question. What did you think about paddling me last night?," she whispered.

He quickly glanced around, hoping that no one had heard her. But the nearest customers were three booths away.

"Um, well, I wasn't sure whether you really wanted that. A paddle hurts a lot worse than a hairbrush. Sorry if I paddled you too hard," he whispered back.

"It was what I deserved. And I didn't want you to let me off easy. If that was what you boys got, then that was the right way to do it. It was only fair," she said quietly.

"About that. Uh, I'm not sure that it was fair. I mean, I didn't keep our deal either," David stammered.

Sharon kept her hand in his lap, but straightened-up.

"Oh? What did you do?," she asked.

"Well, I wasn't able to do it either, I meant", he said.

"Not able to do what either?," she asked, not wanting to let him off the hook.

"You know, our agreement," David replied, realizing that he was confessing and not sure how to smooth it over quickly. He worried that Sharon would be angry. Would this be their first fight?

"You mean that you came this week before last night?," Sharon pressed.

"Uh, yeah, I mean, I didn't mean to. But it happened Thursday night. I got back from the library and, well, it just happened. Sorry," he added.

"Just happened? You mean, you had a wet dream while you were asleep?", she asked, figuring that it probably wasn't that at all.

David blushed. How did Sharon know about wet dreams? Should he lie and say that he had a wet dream? He gave that lie a quick thought but then decided that he shouldn't lie.

"No, it wasn't that. I was just, you know, in bed and it happened," he stammered softly, still hoping that none of the other customers knew what they were talking about.

"You masturbated and you came, you mean?", Sharon said.

"Um, yes," he replied, trying to think fast and hoping that she didn't want the details.

"So, you broke our deal. You didn't tell me last night, even after I told you what I had done. And you punished me for doing something that you had also done, right?" she said. She sounded cross.

"Uh, yes," David replied.

"So, what do you think we need to do with you and your misbehavior and your lies," she asked.

"What lies?," he answered, "I just told you the truth."

"Don't you think it is a lie not to tell me what you did after I told you what I did. And then to act like I was the only one who deserved to be punished?", Sharon said as she turned to him.

David realized that he was in deep. He hadn't thought of not telling her as being the same as a lie. But he agreed that he hadn't been completely honest either. He hadn't processed it at all like she was now. He blushed and nodded. He thought that this was a good time to keep his mouth shut and not upset her further.

Privately, Sharon was thrilled. She was pretending to be stern with him as though he had failed her in a major way. But she had been looking for this opportunity and now here it was. She really didn't blame him for not speaking up last night. After all, she had moved him along into paddling her kind of fast. Sure, he had plenty of opportunities to tell her the truth and probably should have. Still, she was happier with this situation than if he had spoken up last night. He was quiet now, wasn't he? Now was the time to make him sweat, she thought.

Sharon decided quickly what she say. So she whispered in his ear, "When we get back to the house, you need a sound paddling yourself, young man, for breaking your word" and then she added, "And some further punishment later for lying to me." David blushed again. His penis twitched in his jeans.

Suddenly, David saw Jason walking in the diner. What a time for him to show up. David hoped that he didn't look too embarrassed.

Jason slid into the opposite side of the booth at the same that Sharon's and David's breakfast arrived.

"What's up, sis?", he asked, "The two of you look like you were having a special moment just then." Then Jason quickly ordered his own breakfast before the waiter walked off.

Sharon said, "Oh, David and I were just talking about honesty and consequences for not being honest. A psychological discussion."

"Kind of a heavy talk for breakfast, don't you think?" Jason replied, "Has someone been dishonest lately?"

Sharon shot a glance at David. David just looked down at his plate.

"Not at all," she answered, but then added, "Speaking of consequences for being dishonest, though, are you honest with your girlfriend about important stuff?"

Jason looked confused and said, "How did I suddenly get in the middle of your psychological discussion? And what does this have to do with psychology, exactly?"

"No reason. Just helping David think about a paper topic for his psychology class. Maybe he can write a paper on lying and the consequences for not being truthful. It is a timely topic. What do you think? A good paper subject for David to write about?," she replied.

"I guess. I mean, people lie all the time don't they? What's new about that?", Jason pointed out.

"Well, maybe David should focus less on the lying part and more on the consequences part for his paper. For example, what happens to children who lie? What consequences do they face and does it help them not lie in the future?", Sharon offered.

"So where are you going with that idea? I mean, I know what happened to me when I lied. But how is David supposed to research consequences without asking children what happens?", said Jason.

Sharon explained, "I think that David should think about interviewing college students about what happened when they lied when they were kids. It might be interesting to learn all the ways that they faced consequences for lying. Easier than finding a bunch of children and asking what might be embarrassing questions, don't you think?"

"Maybe. David, you're kind of quiet. Is Sharon going to write this paper for you?", he asked, turning his attention to David, who was pretending not to listen while eating his toast very slowly

Sharon jumped in, "David was saying just before you got here that this was a great topic for him to write about. And he was wondering if he could interview you just for practice. Isn't that right, David?"

David almost choked on his toast. He gulped and said, "Oh, yeah, definitely. Maybe talk with you later, Jason. Not sure that I really want to do that topic."

But Sharon was going to let David slip away so fast. She said, "You won't know whether it is a good way to go unless you try it out on Jason. Here's a thought. While I look at Jason's assignment, you can ask him about what consequences he had when he lied when he was a kid. Jason, that's no problem, is it?"

Jason wasn't sure what was going on. But if Sharon was willing to help him with his assignment, then he could answer a couple of questions from David.

"Deal. David, what do you want to know?", he said.

"Yes, David, definitely take a few minutes and ask Jason some questions about that. You won't know whether you like the topic until you do some research right now," Sharon pressed.

David knew that he was boxed in. So, he figured that there was no harm in playing along with Sharon. He could ask some stupid questions and get her off his back. But he knew that he had to be careful not to piss her off. She was already mad at him. Or at least he thought. She was sending mixed signals that he couldn't figure out.

"Then shoot, David. What would you like to know," Jason said.

"Uh, did you lie a lot as a kid?", David asked. A harmless, kind of stupid question.

"Definitely," responded Jason.

"Uh, did you get in trouble for lying?," David asked next. An obvious, dumb question.

"Definitely," Jason said.

David's next question was "Did getting in trouble make you not want to lie again?". He thought that was a good last question.

"Definitely stopped me for awhile. But not for long, probably," Jason replied.

"Okay, well, thanks," David said.

Sharon looked up from reading Jason's assignment. "What? That's not going to be a good place to stop asking questions. I'll help you out. Let me think for a second. Oh, I know some good questions for Jason."

David and Jason both looked at Sharon, curious about where this was going. However, while Jason was curious, David was getting nervous. Sharon was up to something.

"For example, Jason, did you lie to Mom or Dad when you were a kid?", she asked.

"Sure," he replied.

"And what happened when you did that and got caught in the lie?", Sharon pressed.

Jason answered, "I think you know what happened, Sis."

"Maybe, but remember that David doesn't know so your answers are really for him, okay?", Sharon explained.

"Yeah, okay, well, I would usually get a spanking," Jason responded.

"So you wouldn't always get a spanking if you lied to Mom or Dad and got caught?", Sharon asked.

"Okay, uh, I always got at least a spanking. Happy?", he replied, feeling a little more embarrassed now.

Sharon ignored that and pressed on, "So tell David how you were spanked when you lied. Be specific. If he is going to write a paper about consequences of kids lying, he may need the details of various consequences,"

Now it was Jason's turn to blush a little more. He knew that Sharon knew more than she was letting on with these questions.

"Um, well, I got spanked hard and put in a corner. Sometimes with a bar of soap in my mouth but usually not," Jason offered.

"And were you spanked bare butt and put in the corner with your spanked bottom on display as an additional punishment?" Sharon asked with a meaningful look at Jason.

"You know that I was," he answered.

"What about when you were older. Say, as a teenager. What happened then if you got caught in a lie?", said Sharon. She was definitely on a roll now.

"Same thing. You know Dad. He spanked us boys every time we were in trouble. Only he used a paddle when we were older," Jason replied.

"And how old were you the last time that Dad spanked you for lying?," she asked.

Jason thought for a second and replied, "16, I think."

Sharon said, "And wasn't that because you didn't tell Dad something that you knew he would want to know?"

Jason was startled by Sharon's knowledge of what had happened. "Yeah, I hadn't told him that I had scratched his car door when he let me borrow it for a date."

"And you were in trouble because you didn't tell him, right? And did Dad say that not telling someone something was the same as a lying in a case like that?", Sharon said, with a knowing glance at David.

"Yeah, that's exactly what he said," Jason responded.

"And what happened to you when Dad found out what you hadn't told him about the car?", Sharon was quick to ask.

"I'm guessing that you know that Dad paddled my butt, right?", he replied.

Sharon said, "I seem to remember that you were sent to your room and Dad went in and paddled you with his wooden paddle. Am I right?"

"Yeah, uh, right," Jason offered. He knew that Sharon would have known about that because she was probably home and heard the whole thing. Including the sounds of him getting paddled.

"And Dad paddled your bare butt, right?" Sharon pressed on.

"Yep," said Jason, "But you always got off easy, Sis. You only got grounded."

"By the way, did you have to wait for Dad to paddle you? And did Dad have any rules about how much you had to undress?" she asked.

"Sometimes had to wait. Sometimes got paddled right away," Jason said as he tried to ignore her second question.

But Sharon wanted to make her point. She said, "I seem to remember that you told me once that Dad had you boys strip to be paddled and that it was extra embarrassing."

Jason was resigned to answering, "Not every time. You know that Dad wasn't big on modesty for us boys. You were a different story. But if we were in big trouble, then yeah. That didn't happen much."

"But it was part of the punishment, wasn't it, I mean, if Dad made you strip completely?", she responded.

"Yeah, it was a big deal if that happened," he replied, "Uh, are you done with the 20 questions?".

"Yes, sure am. By the way, I think that your answers were really helpful. Don't you agree, David?", Sharon said

David had watched this entire exchange with a look of shock and embarrassment on his face. Jason had been pressed hard but didn't seem to be as embarrassed about his answers as David was to hear them.

When Sharon asked him if he agreed, David didn't realize that she was directing that last question to him at first. He looked at her and nodded. Sharon then said, "David, I think that you should really consider this topic. Some applied research would be very useful too."

Jason looked puzzled at Sharon's weird reference to applied research. He wasn't sure that she was using that term the right way.

Sharon started looking again at Jason's assignment as though the boys were no longer of any interest to her.

So, Jason started to make small talk with David while Sharon read on. He was curious about why David looked so embarrassed. Jason had seen David butt naked just week ago at Sharon's house. Was David still embarrassed about that? Surely not. Sharon had told Jason that David was a jock. Played sports. Went to the gym a lot. Lived in a dorm. No reason for David to be that shy about last Saturday morning. Still, Jason couldn't resist poking a little fun.

"So, David, nice to see so much less of you this time. I guess Sharon and you dress for breakfast out," Jason said.

David snapped out of his embarrassment a little. "Uh, yeah, well, you know," was all he managed as a response. He blushed again. Jason thought that David was unusually shy about such things. But Jason remembered that he was a doctor's kid too. However, hadn't Sharon said that David came from a military family?. How was that much different? Maybe it was, though.

Jason quickly switched to another question, "Sharon says that you are swimming laps these days. I was a swimmer in high school too. Still do laps a couple of times a week. Maybe we can swim sometime. Sharon said that you know a couple of guys from your dorm who like to race. Just for fun, you know?"

"Yeah, sure. I just started again this week. Not sure that I would be any competition for you, though," David replied, feeling like he could resume a normal conversation now. He was curious how much Sharon had talked about him to Jason. Jason and Sharon had driven home together last weekend but the swimming thing had just started a couple of days ago. Maybe Sharon had mentioned David and swimming when she had called Jason this morning. But why? It wasn't that interesting.

Part of his mind was here with Sharon and Jason. But the other part was off somewhere else.

David was suddenly feeling like a little boy whose parents had just told him that he was getting a spanking as soon as they got home. And he remembered that happening when he was a kid. They had all been in a restaurant. David and one of his brothers had been acting up. After being warned a couple of times to behave, his Dad had said, "You need a spanking when we get home. If you need a harder spanking, then just keep it up." That had been enough to quiet his brother and him down. They were as good as they could be for the rest of the meal. Their younger brother had sat there watching and kind of smirking about his older brothers being in trouble. Their Dad had caught the younger brother smirking and had added, "And you can join them for their spanking too." Which had made all three of them as quiet as mice. The car ride home had been silent too. David had been about 9 so his younger brother had been two years younger and his older brother was 11. The three of them sat in the backseat while their parents had chatted upfront as though nothing was wrong. That was one of those few times when David and his brothers had all been spanked once they got home. He remembered that they had all served some corner time afterwards. David and his older brother definitely got it worse than their younger brother who got spanked last. David recalled being over his Dad's lap to be spanked. It might have been the last time that he was spanked that way. He wasn't sure. His older brother had been paddled while bent over his parents' bed because he was 11. Their Dad started using the paddle on them when they turned 10 years old. It wouldn't be long before their Dad started spanking David that way too. David had watched as his brother got paddled. His time was coming. He hadn't felt that he had gotten away with anything though. The spanking with a wooden hairbrush had lit up his butt just fine. And then each of them had been put in a different corner. All of them had cried. He couldn't remember how long they spent standing in the corners but it was always pants and briefs down with a very red butt on display. It was weird to think now about childhood spankings that way. He was 19 now. But the little boy inside had those memories.

Then David also remembered a time when he had acted up in a restaurant. For some reason, neither of his brothers had gotten in trouble with him. His Dad had been so annoyed that he had taken David to the men's room and spanked him soundly. Then a very teary-eyed David had been led back to the table by his Dad. He had a hard time sitting in his chair on his spanked bottom while the rest of his family enjoyed their meal out. David had probably been maybe 7 or 8 that time. It was one of the few times that his Dad had said something to him first about "do you need a bare bottom spanking right here?" David had been foolish enough to smart off for his brothers' entertainment and say, "Yeah." So he got one but at least not in the public part of the restaurant. His Dad had spanked him a second time once they got home. For disrupting their evening out. One of the few times that he had gotten two spankings at home in the same day. But the spanking had worked as far as acting up in restaurants anyway. Until the time a couple of years later when all three of them had gotten spanked together, of course.

Sitting in this diner and the conversation that Sharon had started with Jason brought those memories back with a rush. By this time, David was finished with his breakfast. Sharon was almost finished as she had continued to eat while reading Jason's assignment. Jason had already complained that his breakfast had gotten cold while Sharon had pestered him with questions.

David didn't know what he wanted more. To linger over breakfast a little longer or get out of there. But he started to think that getting out of there meant going back to Sharon's house and what waited for him there, if Sharon was serious about what she had said as Jason was arriving. His palms were sweating. He wiped them off on his napkin but they were moist again in a minute.

Finally, Sharon looked up and told Jason, "I like what you have here. You have the right idea. No reason to change it a lot, I don't think. But I have a couple of books back at the house that might help you on this. Why don't you follow us back and you can pick those up?"

"Just great," thought David, "Now Jason is going back to the house. Where is this going?" David hoped that Jason would say that he had something to do now and would stop by later, but he didn't. Jason thought it was great that Sharon had books for him.

"I'll follow you back and get those and then I can start reading them this afternoon. Thanks, Sis," Jason said.

David was feeling a sense of doom. But he wasn't sure why exactly.