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I was looking over the file of the man who was about due at my office after
being summoned because of his his bullying behaviour.

   Apparently, Mr Jake Brock was letting his 9 and 12 year old sons run
amok about the waiting area of a an airport, screaming and misbehaving. 
When a senior gentlemen approached this father to ask if he would reign in
his children, not only did Mr Brock refuse, but, according to witnesses, he
went on to verbally assault the elderly man threatening violence.  The poor
grey haired man meekly sat back beside his wife not knowing what to do.  I
was happy that someone had the good sense to complain to our office.

   Mr Brock and his family arrived about 10 minutes late and were escorted
into my office.  When I pointed out that they were late, Brock smiled
casually and mentioned that his boys were a tough gang to round up.  I
wasn't amused and I looked over the man.  He was one of those blue collar
types: all scruff and flannel.  He hadn't bothered to shave and had a few
day's stubble on his face.  He wore a flannel shirt and faded jeans and
work boots.  It was clear he did some kind of manual labour because he had
quite a nice body.  His shirt was open at the top revealing the top of
muscular chest and some hair poked out.  He was certainly what one could
call a DILF.  He didn't seem at all embarrassed by the fact that he was
late or that he was so informally dressed compared to the staff present.
He was followed into my large office by a meek looking petite wife who
sat with the two boys on either side of her.  Mr.  Brock sat down in front
of me and handed me the court order he had received in the mail.  So what's
suppose to happen exactly here?, he asked.  He spoke in a relaxed confident

tone which made me wonder if he understood his predicament.

   I explained how our Bully Correction Office worked and that he had
bullied that senior gentleman at the airport after his 2 boys were
misbehaving and how my job was to administer the punishment.

   Hey Man, boys will be boys.  He started.  He then went on to tell me
that I could relax and there was no need to punish anyone because he
already did a very good job of that.  He turned to the two boys and told
them to tell me what he did to them after that day in the airport.

   He spanked us good, the older boy offered.

   Yea, the younger boy joined in, Dad made sure we will never do that
again

   Oh, please give me the details, I inquired.  The older boy, looking a
little embarrassed, told me how his father had given them a lecture on
respecting people and then they had to get undressed and had a bare bottom
spanking.

   You had to undress?  I asked.  Underwear too?

   Yup, we were bare-a-naked.

   He looked funny naked over Dad's lap, the younger boy added cheerfully.

   You did too!  the older one shot back.

   You sure were kicking a lot, the little one persisted.  He then turned
to me and playfully pointed at his brother.  He has hair above his pee pee!
This made the older boy blush.

   Ok that's enough out of you!  Mr Brock scolded.

   That must have been very embarrassing, I asked sympathetically.

   Yeah it sure was and it hurt too.  Dad's pretty strong, the older boy
answered.

   Mr Brock looked proud.  You see Mister, everything has been set
straight.

   Not exactly, I responded and turned my attention back to the boys.  You
see boys, the problem was not just your behaviour, but it was also your
Dad's.  He was very rude to that elderly man.

   Ok I get it, Brock interrupted, you want me to apologize to that old
guy. He should've minded his own business and he is lucky I didn't touch
him.

   Please don't interrupt, Mr Brock, I said plainly.  Jake Brock gave a
surprised look to his wife at that.  She shrugged in response.  The boys
also seemed surprised at my curtness with their father.

   So boys, you see, your father also needs to be punished.  What did he
say would happen to you if you ever did something like that again?  I
asked.

   Uhh...  the older boy hesitated, looking uncertain how to answer.

   Go on, I encouraged.

   He said that if we did that again that we would get another bare bottom
spanking.  And he would do that no matter where we are, even if there is a
lot of people around.

   I see, I said, so do you think that is what your Dad needs?

   Hey, wait one minute!  Mr Brock spoke up.

   I turned towards Mr Brock and I firmly explained that I was the one in
control here and he would start behaving himself immediately and would not
interrupt me any more.  Now the four of them looked shocked.  Mr Brock
stood up menacingly.  Immediately the two guards in the room stood up as
well.  I then went on to tell Mr Brock that his fate was in my hands and he
would be smart to be quiet and sit back down.

   Mr Brock looked at the guards angrily.  He then looked at his wife and
children.  They looked scared.  They were probably worried that Mr Brock
was going to attack me.  Please Jake!  the petite wife spoke up.  Jake
Brock, red with anger, sat back down.

   So boys, I continued, do you think your Dad here needs a spanking?  Mr
Brock's eyebrows went up.

   The boys looked confused.  I guess...  the older boy said slowly.

   Can Dads get spanked?  the younger one asked.

   They sure can, I answered.

   But he's really strong, the young boy went on.

   Oh, they can get spanked alright, I said and I turned towards Mr Brock
so I would enjoy his expression at my next comment.  They can get spanked
bare-a-naked just like he spanked you.

   Jake Brock's jaw dropped open at this.  His wife actually put her hand
to her mouth to stifle a laugh.  Interesting family dynamics, I thought.

   The younger boy asked again: But he's really big and tough.  I don't
think my Dad would let anyone do that to him.  Isn't that right Dad?  he
asked turning towards Mr Brock.

   Yea, Dad would never let anyone spank him, the older boy added.  Maybe
he should just pay a fine or something.

   Ok Boys!  Mr Brock interrupted again.  The both of you go outside and
wait with your Mom.  I'm going to have a talk with this guy for a while.

   Thats it!  I shouted slamming my fist against my desk.  This caused the
whole family to jump with surprise.  My guards smiled knowingly.  I turned
to Brock, You are talking without permission.  I pointed at the wall.  Go
stand in the corner!  Mr Brock just stared at me not knowing what to do. 
Do my guards need to help you?  Do I need to call in more?  Now get there
and face the corner and don't talk till I say you can!

   Please Honey, the wife implored.

   Madam, I don't need your help, but thanks.  I'm sure your husband does
not want to spend the next few years in jail or worse

   Mr Brock looked over at his family, red with anger, and then grudgingly
got up and moved to the corner.  He took a last angry look over his
shoulder then faced the wall.  He really did have an amazing body.  That
v-shaped back was obvious even through that thick flannel shirt.  His faded
jeans fit so perfectly to that rounded muscular ass now facing the room.

   His two boys looked shocked.  Wow, no one has ever talked to Dad that
way!  the younger one commented.

   I then looked at the older boy and gave a sly smile.  Come now, young
man, tell me the truth.  When you think about how your Dad spanked you,
wouldn't you like the same thing to happen to him?

   The boy opened his mouth and shut it again.  He didn't really know how
to respond.  Well, it was really embarrassing everyone seeing me naked and
all...  And it sure did hurt...  but ...  I guess I deserved it.

   So don't you think your Dad deserves it?  I prodded.  Don't you think it
would be fun to see him naked over my lap getting his big fanny warmed?  I
bet I could make him kick his legs around just like he made you do.  The
boy couldn't suppress a smile at that thought.

   Will he do the spank dance?  the younger one spoke up.  I asked him what
that was.  He giggled as he answered: That's when you jump up and down
rubbing your sore butt after you get a spanking and your pee pee jumps up
and down too.

   I bet we could make him do that too, I answered.

   He has a really big pee pee, the boy added innocently.

   Does he?  I asked, with fake surprise.  Well then, that would be very
funny to see.

   Yea I guess it would, the boy answered.

   Well then, it's concluded, I declared.  Mr Brock, you are to apologize
to the senior couple you offended and then you are going to get a spanking
in the nude.

   His youngest son laughed openly.  His wife again stifled a chuckle.  The
oldest boy still had that guilty smile.

   That's fucking ridiculous!  Brock answered strongly.  He then turned and
looked over his shoulder.  I think they should be leaving now, he stated
angrily, nodding towards his family.  They have somewhere to be.  Isn't
that right honey?

   Ah yes, she said, standing up obediently.

   I didn't appreciate the foul language that this man was displaying or
his general attitude.  That will be fixed soon enough, I thought to myself
and smiled.  I told her to go the receptionist for further instructions and
she hurriedly left with her two boys in tow.  The two boys took some last
glances at their Dad as they walked out.  I could overhear them debating
whether or not it was possible that their father could really be spanked as
they left.

   When they walked out, Mr Brock sighed with relief and turned towards me.
Ok, what is this really all about?  he demanded of me.

   I did not change my stern look and firmly told him that I had already
explained myself fully.  Mr Brock asked me if this was some kind of a joke.
I assured him I was serious.  I then asked him to remove his clothes.  He
stared at me incredulously as I repeated my command.  When he didn't move I
asked if needed help from the guards.

   Fine!  he exclaimed angrily.  If you really want to see me naked!  He
started to strip.  It was great seeing his hunky body coming into view as I
stared.  It was as good as I imagined.  He took off each item of clothing
and handed them to the guards.  With each item he took off he blushed just
a little more.  When he was just in his boxers he stopped and again asked
if I was serious.  I answered by just staring at him.  He put his hands
under the waistband of his boxers and looked around at the guards then back
at me, then took his hands out.  Can I just pull them down at the back for
the spanking?  he asked.

   What's wrong?  I mocked.  Feeling shy?

   Well, I'm not really use to stripping for a bunch of dudes, he quipped.
I asked him if he allowed his sons any modesty when they were spanked. 
They are just boys!  he answered harshly.  I'm a man!

   I told him that he may indeed be a man but he had been acting like a
child: petulant, foul-mouthed and disrespectful.  He would therefore be
treated like a child until I felt that he had learned his lesson.
Fine!  he repeated and pulled off his boxers.  His large penis swung
free, framed in a mass of curly pubes.  His balls were quite low hanging
and they swung freely as he handed his last garment over.  The guard locked
his clothes away, leaving him standing in the centre of the room stark
naked.  He had an angry look on his face and he didn't bother covering
himself at all.  I let him stand there for a few moments looking at his
amazing physique, in all its glory, until he broke the awkward silence

with: Ok, now what?

   I told him that the spanking room was down the hall and I started to
open the door and gestured for him to walk out.  As I did that he backed
away and covered himself.

   What?  he asked.  I can't go out in public like this!  In a reassuring
tone, I explained that our facility was not open to the public and that
only staff and invitees were ever in this building.  He didn't seem very
reassured and the guards had to gently escort him to the door.  He was
covering himself as they moved him.  What if someone sees me?  What if my
kids are still around?  he said worriedly as he paused in the doorway.

   Move!  I shouted and slapped his meaty ass.  He yelped and jumped into
the hallway.  I pointed in the direction he was to walk.  It was great to
see him do this walk of shame down the hallway.  A few staff walked by and
smiled as they checked him up and down.  He shyly covered himself and tried
to avoid their gaze.  I walked behind him looking at his manly hairless
globes moving up and down with each step.  He had a faint little patch of
soft hairs just over his buttocks.

   Suddenly, he turned and looked at me.  you're enjoying this, aren't you?
Like what you see?  Your kind of guy likes staring at a dude's ass, right?

   I immediately ordered him to stop walking which he did.  I then told him
that he was not helping himself at all by being so belligerent.  He just
stared angrily at the floor as I talked.  A few more people walked by as I
lectured him on respectful behaviour.  He held his genitals tightly as he
felt the stares of the the people in the hall.  He finally answered: Ok I
got it!

   Now bend over and spread your legs!  I ordered.

   Huh?  he replied alarmed.

   You said I like staring at your ass, so now I am going to.  Now bend
over spread your legs wide and pull your buttocks apart.  He glared at me
for a second and then did what he was told.  He bent over in the hallway
and reluctantly reached back and pulled his cheeks apart.  I looked down at
his spread ass.  Wider please, I continued, your ass-crack is furry, and I
want to see right in there.  He pulled his cheeks apart more and I took a
good long look at his anus.  So did the chuckling guards and a passing
young women as she walked by and turned around to look.

   I crouched behind him and put my hands around his hairy low hanging
balls.  He cringed as I gently squeezed.  Please, he said softly.

   You going to be good?  I asked, squeezing his testicles harder.

   Yes sir, he sputtered out.

   Ok, good boy.  Now stand up and go into that room, then put your hands
on your head.  Don't take them off till I tell you.  If you make any more
silly remarks you will have to go about on all fours.  Understand?

   Yes, he replied plainly.  I could see I was having my intended effect.

   He walked into the designated room with his hands on his head and
immediately let out a gasp.  In the room were seated a number of people. 
Some guards, a receptionist, the senior couple he'd offended at the airport
and Mrs Brock and their two boys.

   Oh my!  Mrs Brock said, putting her hand to her mouth.  The senior man
smiled in delight.  The elderly woman at first tried to avert her gaze but
then couldn't help looking straight at Mr Brock's impressive package.

   Dad!  the 9 year old exclaimed gleefully.  You're totally nude!  Are you
really going to get a spanking?

   Quiet!  his older brother admonished.

   Jake Brock had now turned crimson red as he stared at the gathering.  He
didn't seem able to move.  I pulled up a chair behind Mr Brock, facing the
crowd, and asked him if there was anything he had to say to the elderly
couple.  He didn't respond so I reached over and whacked his ass making his
dick fly upwards as he thrust out his hips.  Ow!  he yelled and the room
burst into laughter.

   He walked awkwardly to the seated senior couple, hands still on his head
and his dick now swinging almost in their faces.  The elderly lady kept
trying to look at Mr Brock's face but her eyes kept darting to his groin as
he spoke up.  I'm...  uh....  I'm...  uh...  really sorry for...  uh...  He
tried to form his words but he kept stuttering and couldn't quite make a
sentence.  There was giggling from the crowd as he talked.  He looked
around at the assembled faces and reflexively moved his hands down to cover
himself.  He took a furtive glance at me.  I glared angrily and when our
eyes met, he fearfully put his hands back on his head.

   He turned back to the elderly couple and once again resumed his pathetic
stuttering apology.  The elderly man finally cut him off with: That's fine!
Now please get your penis out my wife's face.  Everyone in the room, except
Brock, laughed loudly at this remark.

   I then told Mr Brock to lie over my lap and he stumbled towards me with
a deer in the headlights expression on his face.  There were more chuckles
from the group as he got into this position.  I could feel his heavy
package pushing onto my lap.  He was quite sweaty and had that masculine
B.O.  smell.

   I caressed his ass with my right hand as I spoke: Ok, Mr Brock, since
you have been acting like a silly little boy, you are now going to get a
spanking.  I moved my hand into the hairy area between his legs, making him
squirm in shame as I continued.  You will get a spanking just like you
spanked your boys until we are all quite satisfied you have paid for your
poor behaviour.  I made sure he felt my fingers around the rim of his hairy
anus then I pushed against his sphincter ever so gently making him clench
his buttocks tight and he let out a small gasp.  He was turned away from
the room and I could still see him cringing with his eyes shut tightly as I
violated him.  I could see the two boys craning their necks to get a better
view.

   I then started to spank him as hard as I could.  The crowd looked on
with astonishment.  WHACK WHACK WHACK; I went on.  Soon his ass was as red
as his face.  He started to lurch with each swat.

   Wow!  one of his boys said loudly.  Dad's butt is really getting red. 
The spanking went on and Mr Brock, who was silent till now, started to
grunt with each slap and started to squirm.  I'm sure he was trying to
appear strong in front of his family because he wasn't crying out despite
the pain he must have been experiencing.  I went on.  Soon he started to
make guttural moans with each slap despite himself.

   After a few minutes, his wife told me that she thought her husband had
had enough.

   Dad can take it, his youngest son commented.

   Shut Up!, his older brother responded angrily.

   I continued the spanking.

   Ahh!  he started to scream with every new whack to his ass.  Stop!  He
started to kick his legs wildly.  I signalled for the guards to come up and
hold him down against my lap.  Please stop!  he now screamed with his voice
cracking.  He reached behind him to protect his buttocks but a guard pulled
his hand away.  Please...  Please!  he begged.

   Finally I stopped and he collapsed in my lap.  I then told him to get
off my lap.  He did so slowly, obviously in pain.  I had him face away from
the crowd which I'm sure he was grateful for, since there were tears
plainly running down his face.

   Is dad crying?  the youngest boy asked in awe.

   I then told him to bend over and grab his ankles so everyone in the room
could see how red his ass was.  He looked at me with a pained expression
and with a sigh of resignation complied.  When he got into that position,
he looked back at his audience from between his legs past his swinging
nuts. He must have been thinking about what a horrible way it was for his
sons to be seeing him.

   Not feeling so arrogant now are you, Mr Brock?  I said.  Look at what
you got yourself into.  He didn't answer.

   Ok, does everyone think he has learned his lesson?  Everyone in the room
nodded the affirmative.  I turned my attention back to the bent-over naked
man, his parted buttocks a fiery red in contrast to his darkly furred crack
and white swinging genitals.  And have you learned your lesson, Mr.  Brock?

   Yes, he said quietly.

   Yes what?!  I shouted and gave his ass another hard whack.

   Oww!  he screamed and he jumped up rubbing his buttocks.  I hit him
again.  He cried out again and jumped up and down rubbing his behind.  His
dick swung wildly in front of him.  Yes Sir!  YES SIR!  he screamed.

   Finally he settled down and faced the wall with his hands behind him
covering his butt, his shoulders heaving with quiet sobs.

   Ok, I said, I think that is all for today, but I'd better not see you
back here again.  If I do, it will be a lot worse.

   Yes Sir!  he quickly responded and I could hear him sniffle.

   I told him that there were many more embarrassing things I could do to
him.

   What can be more embarrassing than that?  the older boy blurted out.  I
couldn't tell if he was happy or angry at what he'd just witnessed.

   The now contrite Mr Jake Brock promised he would never do anything that
would ever bring him back to my office.  I hope not, I told him.  Now you
may leave.  Your belongings are waiting for you at the front desk.

   The naked man shuffled out looking down at his feet; one hand covering
his penis and one in his wife's hand as she led him out.  As they walked by
me, she turned and gave me a grateful smile.  I winked.

   Wow, look at Dad's butt, his youngest boy was heard saying as the rest
of the group walked out.

   I have, as yet, not heard of any further infractions by Mr Brock. 
However, just in case, I would appreciate any ideas of what should be done
to him if I were to find him back in my office again.  Of course, I would
very much also appreciate more reports of other bullies needing correction.
Ideas of how to correct them are also certainly welcome.  I will be very
happy to recount more such cases when I hear from you!

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