The mood at breakfast was very subdued. Matthew wasn’t really hungry so played with his food, and Gemma was feeling relieved that it wasn’t going to be her being disciplined that morning. It was Saturday, and Matthew was going to be thrashed by his father at 11am. Although they had both passed their eighteenth birthdays, Gemma and Matthew were still subject to spankings and corporal punishment at home so long as they lived under their parents’ roof. They had both attended strict private schools and both parents did not believe in sparing the rod.

Matthew had returned home intoxicated and well past curfew earlier in the week. His parents, Harriet and Adrian had discussed what the consequences should be and agreed that Adrian should give Matthew a thrashing. Both parents took the role of disciplining Matthew and Gemma when needed, but Harriet had been doing much of it recently.

After breakfast Matthew went to his room and waited nervously. He kept watch in the time carefully. He knew he had to be ready and waiting outside his father’s study by 10.55am prompt.

At 10.50 Matthew began to get ready. He took off his tee-shirt, socks and jeans so that he was stripped to his white cotton briefs. At 10.53 he took a deep breath, had a quick look in the mirror and saw his state of undress and then left his room to head to his father’s office. He walked down the hallway, through the kitchen and then the dining room, where Gemma and Harriet were sitting talking. They both looked up as Matthew walked past them in his underpants. He walked a bit faster when he realised they were there. He went up a flight of stairs to where his parents’ bedroom and the office were. He stood outside the office door, back against the wall, arms by his sides, and waited. He could hear his own breathing and felt a breeze blowing from the bedroom which felt a little chilly against the naked parts of his body.

At 11am the office door opened, and his father told Matthew to come in. Matthew shuffled through the door and stood next to the chair which was in the middle of the room. His father sat down and beckoned Matthew to stand in front of him, with his arms at his sides.

“Your mother and I are extremely disappointed in your behaviour this week. It was unacceptable and will not be tolerated. Is that clear?”

Matthew took a breath and quietly replied “Yes father, I am sorry father.”

“Yes, you will be. You are going to get a hiding to remember.” Matthew was nervous enough already, but these words struck an even deeper chill.

Adrian tapped his lap, indicating for Matthew to go across. Matthew moved to the right of his father and slowly lent forward and across his knees. Adrian gave him a push to the right and positioned him, then placed a hand firmly on the back of his underpants. Without warning, Adrian delivered a volley of ten quick, hard spanks. Matthew drew breath, but before he had finished, another ten, even harder, were delivered.

Adrian then slipped his hand in the top of the elastic of Matthew’s underpants and tugged them down below the top of his thighs, exposing his already pink buttocks. Adrian began spanking Matthew’s bare bottom, alternating between left and right cheek, one set of ten swats, then a pause, then another set. Matthew was feeling the pain, as he was meant to, and was moaning with discomfort and kicking his legs. Adrian stopped the spanking and told Matthew to get off his lap. As he did, his underpants dropped to his ankles. “You can step out of your underpants, you won’t be needing them,” said Adrian. Matthew sheepishly stepped out of them, and Adrian grabbed them off the floor, folded them in half and placed them behind him on the desk.

Matthew stood naked with a flaming sore bottom, not knowing which was the most embarrassing.

“I warned you that you would get something to remember, didn’t I?” Matthew just nodded.

Adrian stood up and went to his desk and opened a drawer. He produced a gym slipper from it an tapped it on his hand three times. “Bend over the back of the chair.”

Matthew obeyed without saying anything. Adrian stood behind him and kicked Matthew’s ankles further apart. His bottom was flushed a shade of red. Adrian stood slightly back behind Matthew, raised the slipper and brought it crashing down against his backside. He proceeded to give “six of the very best” on each buttock. They were hard, thudding whacks, and Matthew felt both the force behind the slipper pushing him forward and the slipper itself setting his already reddened bottom fully on fire. After the 12 strikes, Adrian put the slipper down, took a look at the redness it had created, and told Matthew to go and stand in the corner. Matthew straightened his body up slowly as he stood up. His bottom was frying and the rest of his body blushing. He walked to the corner and stood facing the wall. “Hands on head.”

Matthew complied and stood in silence. He could feel his heart pumping.

“I want you to think about what has just happened, the spanking being consequence for your actions.”

Matthew stood for ten minutes, all the time feeling the results of his father’s work painfully in his rear. He thought about how much he regretted being spanked in such a way and how he did not want it to happen again.

After the stand, which seemed to Matthew to last half a day, Adrian told him he could come back to the centre of the room. He stood, still naked, but not so aware of it now. Adrian handed him his underpants and told him to put them back on.

“I hope that is a lesson learnt, Matthew.” Matthew was busy climbing back into his underpants and pulling them up.

“Yes father, it is, and I apologise for everything I did the other day, I fully deserved my spanking.”

Matthew blushed as he said that. Adrian dismissed him. Matthew set off back to his room, still stripped down to his underpants. He walked through the kitchen, where Gemma and his mother were still sitting. “Here he is, with a freshly spanked bottom,” said Harriet. Gemma giggled. Matthew just carried on walking, wanting to be swallowed up and to get back to his room.