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Bennie Fitch got a text from his friend Matthias: "Your dad knows EVERYTHING."© No Name

"Oh, shit," Bennie thought.

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So far, though, dinner had been totally normal. Around the table were Bennie (age 13), his mother and father, his older brother Kurt (17), Kurt’s girlfriend Alice, a frequent guest, and Bennie’s little sister Julie (11). Bennie’s father was in an unusually jovial mood. But about halfway through dinner, things went downhill.

"Hey, Bennie, I’ve got a question for you," his father said. He made a point of getting out his phone from a shirt pocket. He turned it on, scrolled through some pages, and handed it to Bennie, who was sitting directly across the table. "Can you tell me what this is?"

It was a photo of a young teen with his back turned to the camera. His pants were pulled halfway down his thighs and his shirt was pulled a third the way up his back, framing a perfect picture of his cute bare buttocks. They were pure white, in contrast to the tan of his legs and back.

Bennie turned three shades of red. "Um, no. I’ve got no idea. Never seen it before."

His father glared at him. "Take another look, son. And tell me the truth."

Bennie gulped. He realized he couldn’t bluff his way out of this. Matthias had tried to warn him that his father already knew the truth. There wasn’t much point in lying. "It’s, um, well, I think it’s my … butt."

"That’s what I think, too," his father said.

"His BUTT?" Kurt repeated, laughing.

"What are you talking about?" their mother asked, not getting the drift. Mr. Fitch handed her the phone. "Oh, my!" she exclaimed, her hand going up to her mouth. She had not seen her son’s backside in many years. "Oh, my!" she exclaimed again. It was hard to tell what she was thinking.

Kurt went over to his mother to take a look for himself. He took the phone and stared at the photo, shaking his head in amazement. His little brother was SUCH a loser. Then he shared the pic with his girlfriend, who grinned broadly at the image. Who doesn’t like the sight of cute teenage buttocks? She handed the phone to Julie with a conspiratorial air, girl to girl.

"Is this Bennie’s bottom?" Julie asked, incredulously, looking over at her brother, who was sinking down into his chair, mortified that everyone in the family was seeing a photo of his naked ass.

"Guess so," answered Kurt with a big smirk. If you think a big brother would be the slightest bit sympathetic toward the travails of a younger kid, think again. Nobody enjoys the embarrassment of another person more than a big brother toward a younger one.

"Bennie," said their father, tapping his finger impatiently on the table. "I am waiting for an explanation."

"What’s there to explain?" Bennie asked, timidly.

"Well, for starters, who took the photo?"

"I did," Bennie said truthfully. "It’s a selfie."

"Why would you want to take a photo of your own naked backside?"

"Um, well, I … I don’t know. Just curious to see what it would look like, I guess. It’s hard to see your own butt." Bennie knew that sounded lame, but he did not wish to give the actual explanation.

"Okay," his father said. "I can accept that. Boys your age are curious about a lot of things. But tell me this: Why did you send a copy to Matthias?" He had gotten the photo from Matthias’s dad, who had found it on Matthias’s phone.

"Um, well … I told him I took it and he asked to see it."

Kurt snickered. "He sent his friend a butt pic!" he exclaimed scornfully. "I’ve heard of dick pic, but a butt pic?" Alice was the only one to laugh. Julie and their mother just looked puzzled.

Mr. Fitch scowled at his older offspring. He didn’t appreciate hearing the term "dick pic" around his wife and little daughter. But he was not going to let Kurt distract him from the issue at hand. He returned to the interrogation of the younger male child. Again, he fiddled with his phone. Bennie gulped. He could guess what was coming next, but it was like the horror film you have seen before, where you know what is coming but have no way to stop it. Mr. Fitch produced a second photo and showed it to Bennie. "This is your bottom, too, right?" Bennie nodded, sadly. He could not deny it. "Is it also a selfie?" Yes, it was. "I have a question for you, son. In this photo, this selfie, if I am not mistaken, your butt looks surprisingly … red. Quite a contrast to the first photo. Why would that be?"

Bennie thought quickly, and came up with a plausible lie. "It’s really kind of embarrassing," he said, glancing first around the table and then down at his plate. "But day before yesterday, nobody was home and I, … well, I decided to sun myself in the back yard. All over."

"You mean without a bathing suit?" his mother asked. Bennie nodded.

"Naked?" Kurt asked, wanting to force his brother to use the word. "Yeah."

"So the pink color on your buttocks is sunburn?" Mr. Fitch asked his son.

"Yes, sir."

"And that’s why you had trouble sitting comfortably at the dinner table that night?"

"That’s right, sir."

"Seems odd that the only part of your body that is pink is your bottom." He stared at the photo on the phone, as if trying to puzzle it out. Bennie fidgeted in his chair. His father was just too damned good at ferreting out the truth. "And another thing." Mr. Fitch used his fingers to expand part of the picture. "When you look at your butt in closer detail, it isn’t just overall pink. There are reddish marks. They look like horizontal red lines. Three or four of them. Now, how could sunburn produce an effect like that?" He handed the phone back to Bennie.

Bennie ran out of plausible lies. "Okay, Dad. I admit it. My butt wasn’t red from sunburn, it was red from … a spanking."

"Did you get spanked at SCHOOL? What did you DO?" Mrs. Fitch asked. She wasn’t aware they still had corporal punishment in the public schools. And back in her day, parents were always notified of disciplinary problems.

"Not at school," Bennie corrected– though frankly, it would have been less embarrassing to have been spanked at school than how it actually happened.

"Who really spanked you?" his father demanded to know. Bennie was pretty sure he already knew the answer, so it would not be possible to make up a story.

"Matthias," he said. Kurt snickered, but his dad hushed him.

"Matthias. Your friend." Mr. Fitch paused and let those words hang in the air. "And why, pray tell, did you let your friend Matthias spank your ass, um, I mean, your bottom?"

"I lost a bet," Bennie said.

"It wasn’t possibly because you like getting spanked?" Evidently, Matthias’s father had wormed the true story out of his son and had passed it on to Bennie’s dad.

"Um, no. Who would LIKE getting spanked? Spankings HURT."

Mr. Fitch was fiddling with his phone again. Looking left and right, he said, "Bennie, I have another photo to show you. This is just for your eyes. Sorry, Louise. Sorry, Julie, Alice … this photo is not appropriate to be shared." Kurt wondered if that meant he could see it. He was filled with curiosity. Mr. Fitch clicked on a photo and passed the phone across the table to Bennie. Bennie blanched. He hadn’t expected this.

"What, my son, is that?"

"Um, well." Bennie remained mute. "Answer my question. What is that?" Bennie was trapped. "I guess it is a, well, a photo of, well, I guess it’s … my dick."

His mother gasped. Kurt practically bust a gut. Alice giggled delightedly. Julie sucked in her breath.

"And in what state would you describe that … appendage?"

Bennie tried to think of something better to say than the truth. But he couldn’t think of anything. "It’s, um, a … boner … . Sir."

Again, his father let the boy’s words hang in the air before posing another question. Every eye around the table was trained on the youngster. "Did you take this photo too?"

"Um, no sir." In fact, from the angle of the shot it was pretty obvious that Bennie could not have taken it. Bennie was not aware of its existence. "Um, where did you get that?"

"Matthias’s father found it on Matthias’s phone. Along with the selfies you sent him." Bennie squirmed in his seat. Matthias must have taken the photo on the sly. It was even more embarrassing than the butt shots. "And here’s another." He showed Bennie a photo of Bennie, stark naked, bending over a chair. You could see the boy’s naked backside – a little bit red, but not as red as the other photo – and his erection sticking up in front. "What does this tell us?"

Kurt had sneaked up from behind to see these latest additions to the photo collection. Mr. Fitch had not stopped him. Kurt being male and almost grown up, there was no problem with him seeing them. "Looks to me like little brother is enjoying his spanking," he observed.

"That’s what it looks like to me, too," their father agreed. "Bennie, do you have some other explanation?"

Bennie did not. In fact, he always enjoyed his spankings. He enjoyed them a lot. True, he had lost a bet with Matthias. That was the reason he was spanked, not because he wanted it. But somehow, he always lost his spanking bets with Matthias.

"Bennie, you and I need to have a talk."

"Um, aren’t we having a talk right now?"

"We need to talk one-on-one. In privacy. A different kind of talk." Bennie gulped and Kurt grinned. "The evidence shows you enjoy getting spanked, so you shouldn’t mind the kind of talk I have in mind."

Bennie blanched. He knew what that must mean and he was not happy about it at all. It was one thing to be spanked in a fun way by your friend, and quite another to be spanked by your father as punishment.

"Matthias and his father will be having a similar talk. We may exchange photos to make sure you boys have learned a similar lesson. Kurt, would you be willing to be the photographer?" Kurt grinned and gave an enthusiastic assent. Alice whispered in his ear, "Be sure to keep copies. For us." Kurt nodded, smiling.

"I think that’s enough talk about photography for the evening," Mr. Fitch said, looking around the table. "Bennie and Kurt, meet me in my office after dessert."

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