The Principal's Woodshed

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PJ Franklin

Gavin Scott sat on the living room couch with his knees drawn up to his chin just as his father Paul walked in from work, "Hey dad, how was business today?" Gavin said distractedly, which Dad noticed right away. "Good Gavin, good…….problem?"

"Oh sorta, I'm trying to come up with a subject for a paper in history, Mrs.Crumbold says it has to do with the school and I don't know what to do it about." Paul smiled, "That's an easy one, go interview Principal Cutler, I'm sure he could fill notepads full of interesting information about Tillman High School."

"Wasn't he the principal when you were going there dad? … sounds like ancient history to me." Gavin said with a good natured smirk. Paul rushed over, wrapped an arm around his sixteen year old son's shoulders and rubbed his knuckles hard on the boy's mop of tawny brown hair, "I'll show you some ancient history young man! … think I'm too old to make you pay for that remark?! Paul said with a smile and added a tickle to Gavin's sensitive sides. "Ok! Ok! Ok! … I give! … and isn't he the one you go visit once in awhile?" Gavin said quickly recalling that his dad did visit the older man at Cutler's small farm out at the edge of town fairly often.

Paul did just a small pause and replied, "Yes, he is … he's a good friend of mine, now that I'm not a student and he's not the Principal anymore … how's about I'll tell him you'd like to interview him if you like."

"Yea, that sounds great dad, thanks!" Gavin replied. "You're welcome, now, I've got some studying to do on new policy waivers for a few customers … " and off Paul sped to his small study.

Gavin looked after his Dad. Gavin took after his handsome Dad in the looks department and in other ways that Gavin only had an inkling at the present moment. Gavin had been seeing his Dad leave the house mostly in the evenings for a number of years. This was always during the week and though Gavin knew he had business meetings for his insurance brokerage business on such occasions, he also visited buddies, usually old ones from his own Tillman High School days. But he also visited old and retired Principal Cutler as well. He never spoke of what he did there or about what they talked about and up till now Gavin had thought nothing of it. Gavin shrugged and went off to bed.

* * * *

True to his word, Paul Scott helped son Gavin make the connection to Principal Cutler and two weeks later Gavin found himself parked in the gravel horseshoe shaped driveway in front of the small ranch house. The small acreage had once been well worked farmland, but the sixty something big man really had never intended to use it as same. Gavin had just gotten his driver's license a few days before and being able to drive the older of his family's two vehicles was a real boost to the old teen ego!

George Cutler invited Gavin into his den with a big smile, "Oh my but you do look like your father Gavin, but having the son of a boy that I once had responsibility at Tillman sure doesn't do anything for my old bones! … " George Cutler said with a chuckle. "Sorry about that sir," Gavin said with a small blush. "Nonsense, I'm just teasing….it's a real honor that Paul thought of me for you to interview for your paper."

Mr.Cutler outfitted Gavin with a can of pop, they sat in the den and off Cutler went and regaled Gavin who took copious notes. Gavin was surprised if not a little shocked at how affable and friendly that the ex-educator and school principal had been and on the drive home understood a lot more of why his father took so many trips out to visit Mr.Cutler. Still, there was a naggy inconsistency in many ways. Gavin's father was in his mid-thirties and Cutler in his 60's. And come to think about it, all the other non-related, non-business friends the Scotts had including his Dad's were nowhere close to Mr.Cutler's age. Gavin did a mental shrug of his thoughts and concentrated on getting home safely that night.

"So how was the interview Gavin," Dad said to him later as they passed in the hallway, Dad on his way to the kitchen for a late night snack, and Gavin to his bedroom to study his notes some more and maybe a little writing from it, "He was great Dad, but times sure have changed haven't they?" Gavin said a little enigmatically. "How do you mean?" Paul answered. "Man, in your day, when you guys screwed up, out came Principal Cutler's paddle!" Gavin said. Paul looked at his son just a moment longer than he might have and replied, "Yes … so he told you about the good old days at Tillman High then?"

"Yea, lots of stuff dad….well, I'm off to bed," and Father and Son hugged and Gavin sped to his bedroom and poured over the large yellow note pad. Before he went to bed, he then re-read his notes, but only the ones where Principal Cutler talked about discipline in "his day" at Tillman High. In fact Gavin read it several times before undressing himself for bed and then laying down on his back felt that funny feeling in his tummy again. The funny feelings were occurring more often now-a-days, not that it was unusual. Gavin had been having "funny feelings down there" for quite a few years and often let the feelings out in the usual ways that teenage boys did. That wasn't the problem was it? The problem was the kinds of thoughts that were occupying more and more of his private time alone.

Gavin waited patiently for another week and a half and sure enough, Dad was kissing Mom goodbye. It was about seven PM. They smiled at each other and then Dad slipped on a light jacket and out the door he went. Gavin waited then a few minutes and then put on his light jacket as well, "Mom, is it OK if I go over and visit Tommy?" he asked. "Sure honey, back by eleven?" Mom replied. "No problem mom" Gavin said with a smile and a kiss for mom on the cheek.

Gavin sped away in the older family car once again and traced his route back to Mr.Cutler's place out on the edge of town. Curiosity and vague suspicion had gathered the best of the teenager and though he felt awful guilty for following his father to Principal Cutler's place, he just knew he had too. He felt like he had too. Something wasn't necessarily wrong, it just was weird that's all. Maybe if he just saw that Dad was actually visiting George Cutler and not going out to do something else, what else Gavin didn't know. Dad wasn't the type for Gavin's mind to cheat on his mom with sex. Gavin had plenty of friends with divorced parents. There were always warning signs of impending family break-ups. No, that wasn't it. Dad was not a drinker, so what else was there? Gavin didn't know. He just knew something just didn't sit right.

Gavin parked a good hundred yards down the drive from Mr.Cutler's and his heart beat hard as he walked up and saw his father's car. He smiled and let out a sigh. Well at least Dad was going to Cutler's and not somewhere else. After all. Mom knew he went there, so why did Gavin still feel that there was more to the visit than seemed on the surface? Gavin could now actually see Dad and Mr.Cutler in the den which sat alongside the front side of the small house next to the front room. The curtains were partially open. Gavin stopped and squatted nearby. Fortunately, Cutler did not have a dog or other animal to note his presence, Gavin had remembered that from the interview several weeks earlier. Then Gavin saw Cutler point to the back of the house and Dad smiled and nodded and left Cutler in the room by himself. Maybe he was going to the bathroom or the kitchen?

Gavin crept in closer and then heard the backdoor to the house open with a creaky sound and bang shut. Gavin crept around the side of the house and was now able to see the backyard and he did so just in time to see Dad go inside of what looked like a small wooden building of some sort. Suddenly the word shot into Gavin's head, though he didn't know why: woodshed. It's an old woodshed, on one side anyways and it looked as though the width of it had been added onto on the other side. It was as if somebody, probably Cutler himself, had expanded the building. What an odd thing to have done. Why not knock the old wood end of it down and start over? It looked like a lot of work to have done it that way.

Well anyway, Dad walked into the structure. A light flipped on. What in the world was Dad doing in that little building by himself. Maybe Cutler was in there already? No, that couldn't be yet. Gavin's pulse raced. This seemed like a cool mystery now and he stuffed his guilt for spying back into his head and waited for some kind of sign of what was going on.

About ten minutes passed and there came the old Principal from the house and now he walked back to the little expanded wooden building and went inside with Dad. Now this was getting interesting. Maybe it was some kind of workshop, Gavin thought and he and Dad did some kind of hobby together? If that was so, why was Dad not forthcoming about what they did together when he visited? It struck Gavin still as weird and worth staying around for.

Seeing that the two men were now inside of the woodshed structure, Gavin then crept back through the moonless dark to the building itself, staying on the side furthest from the house. There was a small window at his height, really small and maybe he could see through it some. Well, it was a window, but mostly opaque. But still he could now hear them talking and he could see the rough form of the two men. But it was what happened next that totally blew Gavin's mind.

Mr.Cutler was lecturing "Paul." He seemed to be sitting behind a small desk with his Dad standing in front and standing as if he was a soldier of some kind, up straight and tall. What the hell? Gavin listened on and took peaks through the clearer part of the small opaque window. Then, Cutler said something and pointed and Dad moved and started to take off his shoes, then his socks, then his trousers and then his shirt and soon enough, Dad was standing in only his T-Shirt! Gavin was shocked!

Cutler then stood and went to a wall. Gavin could not see that well what he was doing, but then Cutler came back to Dad, said something and pointed. Dad then bent over the desk. Cutler took the something he had fetched and then … Whack!!!!!!!! Cutler was paddling his father! … once, twice, three times to start! Gavin could not look anymore at that point. His chest was pounding so hard, he had to quickly squat with his back on the outside wooden wall and gather his thoughts.

Gavin was starting to put two and two together with a kind of excitement he had never before experienced when a new sound interrupted his cogitations. It was the sound of spanking! Gavin got up and looked. Sure enough. Though Cutler was sitting with his back to Gavin, clearly his Dad was laying over Cutler's knees and spanking Dad!! "Oh my god!" Gavin said audibly to himself. That's when Dad started to struggle a bit and say things like, "I'm sorry Principal Cutler, I won't do it again … " And so on.

Gavin sank back down, hands on his head, mind swirling a million miles an hour. Dad was visiting George Cutler, his old High School Principal and they were playing … well, spanking games! Gavin was dizzy and hyperventilating, so he calmed himself and waited till the spanking sounds stopped. Then, he popped up again to look. What was this? Dad seemed to be standing now, next to Cutler, no more spanking, but Dad's hand was on Cutler's shoulder. Cutler seemed to be reaching out towards Dad's waist and groin and "Ohmygod!!" again. Was Mr.Cutler doing to Dad what Gavin thought he was doing!? Gavin had seen and heard enough.

Gavin could barely get himself home, what he had seen his Dad doing with Mr.Cutler had completely taken over all of his thoughts and emotions. Gavin managed to say goodnight to his mom un-suspiciously and he ran for his room. He had thinking to do and lots of it. How did he feel about what he had just seen, but more shockingly to Gavin, he was even then beginning to make some connections concerning himself and tonight's events as impossible as that seemed to the Tillman High sophomore.

Gavin Scott could not believe that he was now, two weeks later from his startling discovery of his Dad with Mr.Cutler, sitting in his car down the road from Mr.Cutler's contemplating walking up to Cutler's house and knocking on the door to talk to the old Principal. Gavin had to talk to somebody and he was not yet ready to talk to Dad about it. Maybe this would not work and would explode in his face, Gavin could not know for sure. Maybe he should have talked to Dad first, but Gavin simply knew that for the past two weeks, his thoughts of Dad and Cutler and the paddling and spanking in the old woodshed had occupied nearly every waking moment. He didn't even know what to ask of Cutler or explain to him. This whole idea seemed stupid and impulsive and not at all good.

Nonetheless, Gavin got out of the car and strode up and knocked. Soon George Cutler appeared at the open door, "Well Gavin, what a surprise!" the elder man said, quite surprised. "Hello Mr.Cutler … um … I'm here on my own, Dad and Mom don't know … could I … that is could you spare a few minutes to talk?" Gavin stammered a bit. "Well of course," Cutler said with a bit of a furrowed brow and invited Gavin in. Into the den they went as before. Gavin sat on the old couch, Cutler in his easy chair, "I know, you've come to talk about that paper you were writing, I thought it was done by now."

"It is … I got an A … thanks," Gavin said less than enthusiastically. "Oh! … well good, but … but then I'm out of guesses of why you've come to visit me?" Gavin gulped. Here he was, kinda wishing he hadn't, but it was too late for that, "Mr. Cutler … um … I came to talk about Dad."

"Oh my, he's alright isn't he?" Cutler said with a little alarm and sat forward. "Oh, yes yes … he's not injured or sick or anything like that." Gavin said, dreading the next part some. "Oh my, good … " Cutler said with more ease and sat back. Gavin gulped again, "Mr.Cutler, I don't know quite how to put this, but Dad always says the truth is best,so here goes. Two weeks ago I followed Dad here on one of his visits to you and I snuck back to that old building back there and I saw you and Dad … well, I kinda saw what you guys were doing and all and I know I shouldn't have … I know I was a sneak and … " Gavin stopped and looked over at Cutler who had this funny look. It was a look of worry, patience and even understanding. He could have been angry but he wasn't.

"… I have never asked your father if his wife … or for that matter you Gavin, knew why he visited me over the years … I assumed he had not," Cutler said with a very patient and understanding tone. Gavin nodded and looked at Mr.Cutler, "I … I don't know what to say Mr.Cutler. Curiosity got the better of me and I just had to know. I don't even know why I came here tonight," and poor Gavin looked and felt lost and even a little sad.

"Gavin, if I thought that your Dad was doing something evil or wrong, I would never let him visit me. The fact is, what he and I do, well, makes him very happy or at least he tells me that. I worry of course about you and your mother, but it's not mine to judge your father Gavin. He's a grown man and if I provide him with something he needs, well, that's the best I can do, I hope you understand." Gavin sat and let Mr.Cutler's thoughts mix with his. It was true, Dad was happy, all the time. He knew he and mom did sexual activities together and never argued and stuff. Maybe Cutler was right and this was something that Dad did just for himself and nobody else. Gavin thought and then looked at Cutler, "Mr.Cutler, would it be OK for me to look inside the building, with you of course?" Cutler looked at Gavin and thought a moment, "Yes, that would be fine Gavin, I would be happy to show you."

So old Principal Cutler took Gavin to the back yard and gave Gavin the full historical story of the old woodshed. It seemed that times had changed rapidly on George Cutler. Old fashioned values at Tillman High had held sway for years, but times rapidly changed with them. When corporal punishment was finally abolished in the school district, George Cutler quickly retired. He bought the acreage with the house and it happened to have this old fashioned but fairly well in shape woodshed in the back.

The woodshed, Cutler learned had indeed been used by its prior owner for the purpose of strapping boys and men back in the old days when corporal punishment was the preferred method of male to male justice. He explained to Gavin how he decided to convert it to a woodshop and make his own wooden and leather items for a hobby, but didn't want to part with the original structure, so he simply expanded it. Inside, Gavin saw a beautiful restoration of something out of the very early 1900's. Cutler even surmised that it may have come from the late 1890's. At any rate, it was like a well kept museum. Old and restored leather straps, paddles, belts, and other implements that Gavin had no clue decorated the walls. Old pictures, a saw horse or two and an old bookcase, lamp and other items that looked like they could belong in an old western movie completed the small space. Then on the new side, a small woodshop with lighting and electrical equipment, saws, and the things that a woodshop shop hobbyist would have completed the other side.

Gavin spent a good half hour in there as Mr.Cutler casually worked on an old fraternity paddle look-alike he was working on. Gavin took in the smells of the wood shavings, the lighting and just the whole atmosphere and at the end of the visit on their way back to the main house, looked back at it. There was something about that little space that Gavin now recognized, a feeling it had given him. "Thanks sir … um … I need to go home and thanks for letting me see your woodshed," Gavin smiled. There was nothing George Cutler could do now. He smiled and patted Gavin on the shoulder, but he was curious, "Are you going to tell your father you came to visit me?"

"I … I don't know yet sir… I have a lot to think about." Cutler smiled, "Good, thinking is always good. Take care young man."

"I will sir," Gavin smiled and left.

* * * *

It was time again. Paul Scott drove up to his old Principal's house driveway and got out of the car. He always felt two things right at the moment before he got out of the car, excitement, but also guilt. Not guilt for why he was there, but guilt and some shame for having to hide what he was doing from his son. His wife Mary already knew. She had always known about Paul and his bisexual tendencies, he had been open and honest with her from the beginning. Their marriage had begun on the premise that from time to time, Paul would safely seek sexual release for the male side of his sexuality at no risk to their marriage.

After Gavin came along, there were years of freedom through the boy's formative stages when any concern about what he did with his visit to Mr.Cutler's would never be given a second thought. But as Gavin grew up and actually started to attend Tillman High, where his relationship to George Cutler actually started, well, things were beginning to be uncomfortable for Paul.

But Paul Scott had promised himself long ago in planning for Gavin's teenage years that fathers and sons still can have separate lives that may never or should never cross paths. This was a part of Paul Scott that would necessarily have nothing to do with Gavin. Paul let the anxiety that these thoughts invariably brought, subside before he knocked on the door. "Come in Paul! Good to see you as always."

"Thank you sir," Paul would always say respectfully of the man who had shown him so much understanding back at the tender age of sixteen himself. Paul sat in the den, as they always did, "So, tell me about your month since we last met," Cutler asked as he always did. George Cutler had only once had occasion to take issue with Paul Scott's behavior at Tillman High School. But it had taken just the one time.

Paul had injudiciously taken a dare from an older boy to write some rather lewd graffiti on the boy's bathroom tiled walls with black spray paint about a despised teacher. Everyone hated Mrs. Moncton, even some of the teachers, everyone except Principal Cutler who understood the old spinster for what she was. Well, the boy who dared Paul let it leak out that Paul was the perpetrator and when Principal Cutler confronted Paul, Paul quickly confessed.

Well, it seemed that young Paul Scott's sexual brain was in full gear even before then concerning things that went on inside school principal's offices and when upon receiving his punishment for the graffiti , a good dose of the paddle upon his bare bottom, the evidence of many nights alone in bed came to fruition right there in front of Mr.Cutler. The wise principal did not bat an eyelash and simply reassured Paul that it was a natural occurrence.

It was the only time during actual high school attendance that Paul had met Mr. Cutler's paddle on an official basis. It was after high school that their relationship began. It was then that Paul admitted to himself that he actually had enjoyed the paddling for himself and he went to Cutler shortly after Cutler retired and just put it all out there in a frank and friendly manner. Well, George Cutler, like always,s was more than understanding and it turned out was a like-minded fellow and the rest was history.

Paul told George a few minor things that had occurred but nothing major and expected to enjoy the rest of the evening inside the venerated woodshed when George said, "Now, do you recall me telling you Paul that I do entertain other men in the woodshed from time to time besides yourself ?"

"Yes sir, I do" Paul said with no hint of suspicion of anything. "Good, well, I do hope you'll indulge my intuition and assumptions at this point,but it seems one of them is fairly young and expressed an interest in sharing a spanking scene with another of my honorary students, so I told him about you, no names of course and he was very excited. So Paul, I invited him over earlier and now you are here," Cutler said with a little trepidation. Paul's eyes widened a little. The idea had even occurred to him and he smiled, "Wow, actually sir, that sounds terrific!"

"Ah good, I knew it would appeal to you, now, again, he looks very young, so don't take umbrage, I'm not sure what he wants to do exactly, but I do think he might want you to take over, would that be OK?" Again, a smile, "Sure! Wow, this is a great surprise Mr. Cutler!" Paul said very enthusiastically. "Good, good, OK, well, let's then go back there together and see what may happen."

Paul got up feeling extra excited. A fellow sufferer. That was one thing that Paul Scott had never indulged in, was sharing a spanking or paddling experience with a man other than George Cutler. This definitely was an experience he felt ready for. George Cutler walked back with Paul with an open but trepidatious mind. Cutler stepped into the woodshed and looked at the extra visitor and then motioned Paul inside. Paul walked in and there was Gavin, his own son, standing towards the original antique end of the building.

* * * *

There was a long, long pause at which time Gavin and Mr. Cutler were both sure that this was just a big mistake on both of their parts. Gavin had returned resolutely to visit George Cutler a week before, convinced that it was time for him to face his own feelings, sexual feelings that had been building for a long time. Gavin knew that he would trust only one person on the planet with that, his own father. That first woodshed visit had worked its magic on Gavin and his personal attentions had skyrocketed with one theme and one theme only in mind, and those were the paddlings and spankings and whatever else went on inside of the small renovated building.

So, he sat down one more time with George Cutler and Mr. Cutler divulged to Gavin all that had happened between him and his father over the years. It was a risk by George and a risk by Gavin to hear it all, but a risk that he felt he was old enough to make. George Cutler had agreed. Like father, like son perhaps, but George let the boy make up his own mind and helped him carry out the consequences. Paul's face paled and he looked at George. It felt like "the gig is up, my boy knows about me now and it's going to be rough explaining things." "Paul … Gavin … for now, I'm going back to the house. It's up to you Gavin." George said and left, closing the door. Paul felt he owed his son some kind of effort at an explanation, "Gavin, I don't know, I … " "No Dad! I know all about it, all about you and Mr. Cutler and Dad, … I have the same feelings, have had for a long time now." Paul looked at his son and his mind fought with him about what he was thinking and feeling about what Gavin was telling him. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised should I. I'm your father, you have my blood and a lot of my tendencies, maybe this one kinda took hold too, I guess," Paul said rather unconvinced and very sheepishly. Gavin seized the moment and walked up to his dad and just hugged him, "Dad, I love you and I know you love me. I don't want to go through my life not sharing my life with you, even sharing myself!" Paul greatly appreciated the hug, but the last reference stung a nerve, "Gavin, I understand but I'm your father!"

"I don't care, I don't Dad, I knew you would say that, but honestly, what do you want me to do, if not you, should I go out and find some stranger to start sharing the same feelings with and get hurt and fucked up and who god knows what? Is that what you want me to do?" Paul sighed. Like father, like son, Gavin Scott was possessed with the same logic and ability to think as his old man, but what Gavin was suggesting was so out of the ordinary.

And yet, Gavin was right. What would he have his precious son do? Should they breech that wall that made most people cringe? Incest is such a dirty word on the one hand, but it's just a word. And what about his wife, Gavin's mother? Maybe that would be a hang up, maybe not. It was what it was. Paul could not worry about her and ignore his only son's obvious well developed decisions about his own life. "No Gavin, it's not, and for what it's worth, I'm very proud of you for being so … so trusting and open minded and mature about it. I'd like to think I had something to do with that."

"You did dad, and you still do," Gavin smiled. Paul put his hand on Gavin's shoulder, "Well, what now Gavin? I suspect you didn't come here tonight just to talk," Paul said with a small sigh. "No sir, but I don't know where to begin either. All I know is I want to just share it with you Dad, that's all."

"Actually Gavin, I don't know either. Do you mind if I go get Mr. Cutler? Maybe he can help us out," Paul smiled. "Sure Dad, I like him, a lot actually."

"So do I Gavin," Paul smiled and then headed back to the main house.

* * * *

Needless to say, George Cutler could not remember having been so nervous and riddled with doubts in any prior life situation that he now felt about having agreed to let Gavin Scott confront his father about their spanking games and activities. So when Paul came back to the house with a grin and said, "It's all good sir, but we need your help now."

"Oh thank god Paul, for a moment there I knew I just had done the wrong thing letting Gavin come here tonight."

"Well, Gavin can be very persuasive sir, but he's a great kid, a knock off the old block apparently and we're both kinda lost at the moment. We think we need Principal Cutler in his office to sort things out a bit." George smiled, this would be a first, a father and a son together. My but how the generations perpetuate themselves with strange consistency no matter the era. George made his way with Paul back to the woodshed where Gavin waited and instantly knew what to do. "Young man …" he said with a little smirky smile to Gavin, " … I doubt you have had a real spanking your whole life."

"No sir!" Gavin said expectantly. "Good, well then, Paul Scott, you have a duty to your son to teach him what fathers taught their sons back in my time, that there is nothing more effective or needful to a boy than a good old fashioned bare bottom spanking, over the knee." Gavin just grinned ear to ear. Paul blushed, betraying perhaps thoughts he had from time to time himself. George directed Paul to the proper chair and said to Paul, "You're on Paul, you're his father, let's see you … how do they say nowadays? Do your thing!" With some self-doubt and embarrassment in anticipation of what his sexual reaction might be to his own flesh and blood in this situation, Paul looked at Gavin. Gavin had blushed as well and looked sheepish, on purpose.

"OK … well <clearing throat> Gavin … come here … son, I think it's time you learned a lesson or two!" It was halting, but it was a start. George sat back in his chair behind his desk and just smiled at father and son, and felt this warmth of understanding. Oh yes, it did give him a thrill down there, as they say, but that was not on his mind at the moment as Gavin approached, "Um … Dad … I'm sorry I crashed the car … like you told me not too and all … " Paul perked up. Gavin was trying very hard to please him by play acting. So he reached out and firmly pulled Gavin to between his knees, which were shaking a little, "Gavin, that was wrong and you will now pay so, you are going to get a good hard spanking!"

"Ah dad! But I'm too old for that!" Gavin replied, trying to be serious, but really wanting to smile. "You are not too old, and you never will be too old, so long as you are my son!" Paul said with a little authority in his voice. "Yesssirr" Gavin said with growing excitement and anxiety. "Pants down, this is going to be on the bare son!"

"Dad!! No! That's embarrassing!" Gavin pretended to complain quite effectively. "Well, it's meant to be son!" and Paul ended up taking Gavin's trousers and shorts down himself. If there was any doubt that Gavin at least was fully turned on and excited about getting spanked over his father's lap for the first time and in front of Mr. Cutler, it was now well dispelled. Gavin's teen cock was rigid and from the get go was ready to do its thing all right!

Paul pulled the pantsed bare bottomed teen over his lap and went to it. Gavin had no experience with such pain and quickly threw his hands back. Mr. Cutler chuckled and thoroughly enjoyed this part, "Dad stop, it hurts!!" Gavin said very realistically and honestly now! Well, this distracted Paul, "Oh! … um … sorry, maybe we should stop?" Gavin then shot a look up at his Dad from his precarious position near the floor, "Dad! … you're supposed to say … 'You bet it does and it's gonna hurt a lot more, get used to it!' " George about laughed, but stopped himself and Paul looked at Gavin with great surprise. There was this pause and then,

"Oh you are so going to get it!" and that was all it took. Paul whipped on Gavin's bare behind with his hand pausing just long enough to let the boy rest from begging and pleading, giggling and even crying a little between about three rounds of torrid hand spanks. And then when Paul finally stopped, Gavin's rear was ten shades of red. "There, that ought to do ya son. Maybe next time, you'll just stay home huh?" and helped Gavin up. Gavin had this look of "goddamn!" on his face and rubbed his sore buns. His cock had gone limp in the process, but a few moments later came right up again.

"Stay home? No way Dad. That hurt, but it felt good too, so what's next?" Gavin grinned and both men laughed at Gavin's enthusiasm.

* * * *

The ice was broken, forever. Gavin felt a few of Principal Cutler's swats of the paddle that night and marveled when George told him some boys seemed to come back for more punitive action week after week back in the day, quite inexplicably. George did leave at the last part of the evening, however, so that Paul and Gavin could share a private first time moment together. Father and son masturbated each other side by side in that old woodshed space.

In the weeks, months and years that followed, the Scott males enjoyed an uncommon bond. And yes, Mrs. Scott was told very early on about her son and husband's new bond. It only made her smile because it didn't matter one bit to her and never came between her and her husband or her son.

Gavin grew up and married a girl just like mom. They had their own chat about life with a bisexual husband who happened to be very close to her soon to be father-in-law. But somehow, new generations had bred in unconcern for such things and all was well. George Cutler eventually passed on leaving the acreage, the house and especially the old renovated woodshed to the Scott family in his will.

Gavin and his new bride moved in and would have kids of their own eventually, but one year after the move in, Gavin and his father Paul had a private ceremony in George Cutler's memory. They said a few words, then carefully nailed a handsome permanent wooden plaque to the woodshed door that simply read: The Principal's Woodshed.

The End