It was an ordinary day in The Cutseyname Restaurant.  Shortly after the Milburn family was seated and their dinner order taken things changed that required management intervention.  Mr. Milburn was very loud, practically yelling at his son, Kyle.  The server asked him to “Tone it down, please.”© Y Lee Coyote

Not only didn’t he tone it down but he got louder and could be heard yelling throughout the establishment “I warned you about your conduct, Kyle, and now you are getting spanked.”

He then pushed back his chair, pulled his errant son from his chair and yanked the lad’s pants and undies to his ankles before pulling him over his lap where he delivered several hard spanks (as indicated by the loud reports) to the now bare butt as fast as it can be said.

That all the other guests were disturbed (although some might have been amused) would be an understatement.  The server Rex put an immediate stop to the violence by grabbing Mr. Milburn’s raised wrist in his vice like grip.  Not only was a Rex large man but he was a very strong gym rat.  “Please none of that here, Sir.  You are disturbing our other guests.” he said in a surprisingly soft voice.

Mr. Milburn rose suddenly to confront Rex letting his son fall.  The spry Kyle wasted no time restoring his pants to their proper position.  Meanwhile Rex had twisted Mr. Milburn’s arm into a hammer lock and had frog-marched him into an empty private room stopping the annoyance to the other guests.

Beside telling Mr. Milburn to cool it, Rex explained that he had the following options:

• Return to your table and have your meal without disturbing the other guests.
• Leave with your meal.
• Have your meal in a private room where you may spank your boy.

“I want the private room.  Kyle is due a spanking.” snapped Mr. Milburn impatiently.

“Very well, Sir.  Please return to your table while we setup the room for your party.  It will be just a few minutes.”

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A few minutes later the family was in the private room.  The soup and salads were being served so the private room server, Chad, gently whispered into Mr. Milburn’s ear “The spanking had best wait or the main course will get cold or overcooked.”

The main course came right after that so the spanking had to be delayed once again.

“Desert or spanking next, Sir?” asked the server to everyone’s surprise.  When Mr. Milburn responded the latter, he was present with Le Menu des Instruments de Fessée. The sturdy spanking chair was moved away from the wall while he selected the small leather paddle from the tween section which was taken from a wall cabinet by Chad.

Mr. Milburn was most delighted although Kyle did not share that feeling in the least.  The angry man sat and called his son over whom, understandably, reluctantly obeyed.  Mr. Milburn explained “This is for your terrible conduct at the table boy.”  Kyle’s belt and pants were undone and lowered.  His underpants rapidly followed as he was pulled over his dad’s lap.

Father and son quickly learnt how effective the paddle was for a dozen pops quickly had Kyle in tears with a flaming hot bottom.  He was sent to the corner.  Although he would have liked a cold soak followed by Sportscream^® it did allow his hot tail to cool down without having to face the family.  The two-year younger twins giggled as always to his great annoyance while his big sister just texted her BFF that he got spanked in the restaurant.

When Chad returned the small paddle he took the large version from the cabinet and then turned the chair around.  “Time to address your terrible misconduct at the table, Sir.  Please drop your trousers and bend over the chair.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Mr. Milburn snorted back.

“Do I need to call Rex to assist Sir?” asked the server.  “That would mean extras.”

Milburn shuddered at the thought for he vividly remembered how the monstrous ape manhandled him.  He dropped his pants and bent over the chair.

“Spanking are always on the bare sir.  Please lower your undies also.”

When that was done, the server swung the large paddle which landed with a loud crack.  Mr. Milburn was very glad that it was not Rex swinging that vicious weapon.  He had those thoughts for each and every pop that he got that was turning his bottom into a flaming red pain center.

Kyle could not help himself but turned to watch his father get paddled.  It was an entirely different feeling than when it was his ass that was being whacked.  But, truth be told, he didn’t have the same doubts that about the justness compared to his own tail roasting.  He was even more confused when his father was parked in the corner by the spanking server.  His sister’s BFF was terribly confused by the text messages she got.

Granny was most amused for she had not seen her now adult son disciplined in decades although there were many times that she thought that it was appropriate to do so.  She noted how redder the server had painted his buttocks than had her late husband.

Conversation very stilted for the obvious topic seemed verboten.  It felt liked hours before the server called dad from the corner who, in turn, called his son back to the table.

“Would you like to order dessert now?” asked Chad who after the affirmative from Mr. Milburn went around the table for the orders.

When he got to Kyle his father cut him off with a curt “No desert for spanked boys.”  Then he continued but skipped dad who spoke up.  “You skipped me.  I’ll have the Salted Caramel Pot de Crème.”

“I though you said ‘No desert for spanked boys.’ sir.”

“You are mistaken.  I’ll have the Salted Caramel Pot de Crème.”

“And you, young man?”

“The Triple Chocolate Cake, please.”  This time there weren’t any objections.

When the check was presented a while later Mr. Milburn went ballistic.  He was not happy about the charges for the private room, the small paddle and most of all his spanking.  Fortunately for the servers, the gratuity was also included.

It took a while to convince him that it was all ordered and listed on the menus of the restaurant.  Kyle was especially careful to stay as far as possible from his dad as he could returning to their van to go home.