The Trio

-I-

                   I knew when I agreed to join my elder brother in his rebellious plot that there was a high chance we were going to get caught and would face whatever consequences there may be for our actions. But if I had known ahead of time what those consequences were, I would have stayed the hell away from Dylan and definitely would never have agreed.

But I'm a dumbass, and Dylan is my idol, so when my brother let me in on his little plan, it really fucking appealed to me. And I had said yes. Now, I realized my mistake as I found myself hanging in the most humiliating position over my dad's lap, my bottom bare, and Dad's hand hovering over my ass, poised of all things, to give me a spanking.

I tried to squirm, but Dad had me locked down firmly with an arm encircled about my waist. I shifted my legs, rubbing one foot over the other in apprehension. I chewed on my bottom lip and groaned inwardly. Why didn't he just start?!

I felt his hand fall to my right butt cheek softly, resting there. "So, son," He said. I groaned aloud now. Dammit, I was in for a lecture. "What made you join your brother?" I shrugged. "I dunno," Dad's hand patted my bottom lightly. I flinched. I knew this was a silent warning. I sighed heavily. "Um...well, I guess 'cause it sounded fun...at the time?" I added quickly.

"Ah, I see," Dad said. "You thought it'd be fun to sneak out of the house, steal the car-" "We didn't steal Dad! We just borrowed it!" I interjected. Dad ignored me. "And then go to some whore house and smoke weed and who knows what else?!" "Oh, come on, Dad," I groaned. "It wasn't a whore house!"

Dad's hand came down hard on my bottom. I winced, biting down on my lip. "Don't contradict me, young man," Dad snapped. "Yes sir," I whispered. "Well as I already yelled at you and your brother, I've got one last question, young man, how did you pay for all your little activities?" I could see my brother now, showing me a thick wad of money, grinning as he told me how he'd found Dad's stash. I'd been afraid it would come to this. I'd asked my brother what to do if Dad asked me, and he'd told me just to make up some story or deny the knowledge of it.

"Son?" Dad asked, waiting patiently for my answer. I licked my lips swiftly. "Well, we, uh, we've been saving up for a long time for this, Dad." "Really." I could tell he hadn't bought it. "Yeah, all those jobs we were doing over the summer," "I thought you both used that money to buy tickets to the Imagine Dragons concert," "Um...well, that only took up...half the money?"

Dad was silent. "I know you're lying to me," My heart was beating fast, and my face was hot and sweaty. "I don't know where we got the money Dad, honest! It was all Dylan; I had no idea!" "That so?" Dad was running his hand over my bottom again. "Well then, after you, I'll ask your brother and see what he says." His hand lifted. I tensed waiting for the strike. Then Dad stopped. "Oh, and Caden? If I've found you've lied to me, we're going to go through this whole experience again. Is that clear?

I didn't even have time to answer before Dad's hand was coming down fast and hard. I winced and bit my lip, trying to keep calm and quiet. It was impossible. I hadn't been spanked in about seven years, so I'd forgotten what it felt like and I'd never been good at holding my emotions in, so I lost it pretty quickly.

I started whimpering first as my bottom began to smart painfully. I reached a hand back, keeping it on my thigh, and when the pain was too much, I shoved my hand over, covering up my bottom. Dad calmly stopped the spanking, and taking my wrist with his free hand, pinned the hand to my back and resumed the spanking.

Oh, now it was really beginning to sting! Tears rose into my eyes and sobs burst through my lips. I squirmed, drumming my feet on the floor, trying my best to get loose. "Da-ad," I whimpered. "Yes son?" Dad said, not once missing his mark on my bottom. "P-please...stop," I sobbed quietly. "Sorry buddy, this is for your own good," And the spanking continued on as before.