Kara--Max's pretty, young wife--thought that it would be a great idea to round up both sides of the family (Max's parents and Kara's parents) and haul everyone on a trip to see the Grand Canyon.
Kara's parents (Albert and Jennifer) agreed that a family vacation, especially a road trip in a big RV, would be an overdue vacation.
Max's parents (Blake and Deborah) thought that it sounded good and it would give them an opportunity to get to know Kara's parents better.
Two more of Kara's relatives--her 35-year-old cousin Alan and his wife Laurie--managed to talk their way into being included as well. That would mean that there'd be plenty of people stuffed into this RV but everyone agreed that it would be a fun time.
Everyone except for Max. He didn't want to go.
Gorgeously hunky, blonde, 21-year-old Max didn't like the idea of stuffing his over-proportioned, perfectly round, thick bubble butt cheeks into the same vehicle as Kara's family. It didn't sound like fun at all to him. Max knew that Kara's family had issues with him--they always did--and they seemed to have an unhealthy obsession with his massive ass; always making fun of it and even whipping and "having their way with" his big butt during a camping trip not too long ago. Alan, especially, had it out for Max.
The departure day of the RV drive all the way across the US, from North Carolina to the Grand Canyon in Arizona, went fine. Kara and Max rented out the RV and drove over to everyone's houses to pick them up. Max told Kara that he didn't want to go on this trip but she insisted that it would bring the whole family closer together. Everyone took turns taking 3-hour shifts driving; everyone except for Deborah and Kara who were intimidated by the big vehicle so they declined their chances to get behind the wheel. Everyone was getting along. Kara's parents went to extra lengths to be warm and friendly to Max's shy parents. Albert liked Blake and Deborah--he just didn't like their cocky, spoiled, Adonis-like son--his son-in-law, Max.
8 people inside of one gargantuan RV is a lot of people. It was close quarters but everyone got along well enough, spending their time reading, looking out the windows, playing cards, and talking. The restaurant and diner breaks went fine. Everything seemed swell at the moment.
Kara's family was very well-off financially but they came from old, Appalachian roughneck stock. They could be loud, vulgar, and pushy. Max's family, on the other hand, were mild, middle-class folks who were more listeners than talkers.
Max's mom, Deborah, was a sweet, attractive gal who worked as a teacher at a catholic school. Max's dad, Blake, worked as an office manager and was heading close to retirement. Bespectacled Blake was a shy, almost timid, man--a bit short, very thin, and not worth noticing. He was nothing like his son, strapping stud Max.
Max didn't take after either of his parents. Deborah always joked that Max was closer genetically to his uncles--that Max took after some of her older brothers, physically, more than either of his parents. Handsome, muscular, big-butted blonde Max looked odd standing next to his very average, brunette parents. People oftentimes didn't believe that they were his folks. Max--and his amazing, one-of-a-kind bubble butt--is physically exceptional.
Shy Blake and temperate Deborah never spanked their only child, Max. They ran a mellow, progressive, liberal household in which everyone stayed pleasant and did their own thing. Although Max was never a super scholar, his parents were proud of his athletic achievements in high school. Whenever Max got into trouble (sneaking out, drinking with friends, smoking pot in the garage, etc.), they discussed their displeasure with him and took away his cell phone for a couple of days. Or they forced Max to turn down invitations to parties for that weekend. That sort of thing. Discipline wasn't their specialty and half the time Max whined his way out of their practically-nonexistent punishments. Basically, Max walked all over his parents when he was growing up. He still did, actually.
On secret moments during Max's childhood and teenage years, Blake thought that maybe the ineffective punishments needed to be scrapped for more harsh discipline. Blake considered spanking Max but he never went there. He knew that his wife would never allow "outdated" physical punishments to be applied to her darling boy. Blake was, of course, aware that his son had the most bulbous bubble butt cheeks that he had ever seen on a fit young man. Perhaps that's why he never wanted to start spanking Max.....maybe Blake was afraid that he would become too often determined to resort to corporeal punishment.
In his most private thoughts, Blake was afraid that he'd enjoy spanking Max.....It was better to not even start going down that road. It was a vile, disgusting thought. Blake cast those ideas out of his head as quickly as they popped in there.
Kara's dad, Albert, on the other hand, was looking for any excuse to get close to Max's massive rump. He was a firm believer in the "spare the rod" philosophy and didn't want to waste an opportunity presenting itself--the opportunity being Max's enormous derriere.
The first time that Max was ever spanked was at the age of 20 by his boss at work (who took great joy in doing so). And never in a million years would Max ever tell his parents that his father-in-law had put him over his knee. He would be too embarrassed to tell them what had happened. Max always kept his punishments private--he was a man, after all, and the idea that older, more-powerful, men in his life would humiliate him that way was not something that he was proud of. Max was embarrassed that he accepted those whippings. Rather than running away or fighting the men off, Max accepted the butt abuse in order to admit his mistakes and to retain his status. If Mr. Greg (Max's boss) hadn't spanked him, Max probably would have been fired from his job long ago. If he wouldn't have allowed Albert to whip him after being mouthy, Max doubted that Kara's family would have continued to financially support him and Kara. Just accepting his spankings made Max's life easier. In some ways.
By the time the group arrived in New Mexico, Max had been wearing the same blue, fitted t-shirt and thin cotton, knee-length, form-fitting khaki cargo shorts (that hugged his jumbo butt boulders in the very best ways) for the last two days. The back vertical seam on the seat of Max's shorts ever-so-slightly crept its way into his ass crack....it wasn't as extreme as the spandex wedgie that Max put up with constantly at work (his uniform was a white spandex superhero outfit for Fantasy Point Amusement Park) but that vertical seam on his khaki shorts was sort of perpetually nestled between his beefy, bulbous cheeks--visually emphasizing them more so if that was even possible--and, depending on the moment, a section of the seam was sticking to his sweaty butthole. Because of his humongous glutes, Max oftentimes had at least a moderate wedgie but he realized that these khaki shorts were digging in deeper than most of his other pants. He almost never wore traditional underwear because his ass wore them down too easily. Max typically wore only a jockstrap beneath his pants. So there was nothing Max could do about the wedgie. As soon as he picked the wedgie from out of his ass, the back seam would just dive right back in there as though his puckering anus was some kind of a magnet. So there was really no point in worrying about it. Max figured that other people would find it nasty if they saw a grown man (even an obnoxiously handsome young man) picking at the seat of his pants. Plus, it would generate more attention towards his massive bubble ass and that would be totally unnecessary. His ass got enough attention already. No point in creating more attention. Max just allowed the back seam of his khaki shorts to creep up in there as far as it wanted. There was nothing he could do about it. Max always felt like his own pants were constantly trying to butt-fuck him.
He looked forward to shower time later that evening. It was a hot day and Max felt a bit sweaty, dirty, and smelly but, nonetheless, he looked as sporty and extremely sexy as a young, all-American man possibly could. When everyone exited the RV to take a break at a rest stop, the other travelers there couldn't take their eyes off this blonde hunk with the oversized, jiggling ass muffins who was walking around and stretching his legs.
Two teenage girls nearby poked at their gay, 20-something brother.
"Oh my god, Dave, look at that guy's ass!!!" squealed one of the girls. The brother looked over towards Max. "Holy shit! That is some major donk! Damn! Do you think that I should go over and talk to him? Do you think he might be gay? With an ass like that, I hope somebody is drilling it."
But before Dave even got the chance to say hello, Albert rounded up the Max and Kara group and they all drove off in their RV.
It was now Max's turn behind the wheel.
On a lonely desert road stretch, not too far away from sunset time, Albert approached Max who was driving up front. Albert noticed that, even though he was busy driving, Max was checking his iphone for any texts from his buddies.
Albert got close to Max's ear, not wanting to cause a rukus, but wanting to make his point crystal clear.
"Hey, Max, how you doin' up here?," asked Albert.
"Alright," replied his son-in-law.
"You've got most of your family in this vehicle with you and you're in charge of our safety. Put down the damn phone," said the old man with a subtle steeliness in his voice.
Max immediately tossed the iphone on the dashboard.
"No problem. Sorry," Max said briskly as he turned his attention fully back to the road.
Albert went back to the poker game, towards the passengers area.
A few minutes later, Max figured that Albert would be occupied with the card game so he grabbed his iphone from off the dashboard. Max noticed that his best buddy Brent has sent him a text about an upcoming keg party. Max read the message and texted back (while driving) and forth with Brent. Max's eyes gazed at the road and then towards his phone, back to the road, back to texting. This carried on for a while.
Max didn't notice that he was allowing the RV to slowly drift towards the left-hand lane, towards oncoming traffic. Because there weren't many other vehicles on the road with them, it was easy for Max not to pay total attention.
HOOOOOOOOOONKKKK!!!!!
A semi truck was barreling towards the RV!
Max quickly swerved the RV back into the right lane just in the nick of time, barely missing the terrifying body of the semi truck. Although the two vehicles didn't smash into each other, the RV was going fast. It swerved and rocked to the point where--in the passenger area--luggage and goodies were flying out of storage compartments and falling down on top of Kara, the parents, and the cousins. Max could hear them screaming back there along with the sounds of a glass smashing and various, numerous thuds. Luckily, there was a diner just a few yards ahead, on the side of the road. Max drove over to the diner and parked the RV in the parking lot.
With sweat beading on his forehead, Max hurried back towards the passenger area.
"Is everyone alright!?!" asked the panicked (and very guilty) Max.
The passenger area was a mess. Corn chips were all over the carpet, the playing cards were scattered everywhere, and suitcases cluttered the floor. No windows were broken but a drinking glass had toppled off the table and layed smashed on the stairs.
Everyone was shocked and silent at that moment.
"Uh.....um....," stuttered Max's mom finally. "I think that everyone is a okay....right?"
For a second no one said anything.
Laurie was pressing her hand on the side of her scalp.
"God fucking damn it, I got scratched! A fucking suitcase fell on my fucking head!" exclaimed Laurie. "Sorry for cussing but, Jesus Christ, it hurts!"
"Oh my god, honey, are you okay!?!," said Jennifer, leaning towards Laurie and inspecting the wound. Laurie's palm showed a speckle of blood but it was obvious that it was no big deal. Laurie wasn't about to let an opportunity pass by for which she had the chance to act bitchy and melodramatic.
Everyone else, including Max, was wide-eyed.
Deborah decided that she need to placate this situation. "Let's all go take a break, head inside the diner for a for a while, and then we'll clean up in here later," said Max's mom.
The entire group exited the RV and walked through the parking lot, heading towards the diner. Max, Albert, and Blake, however, lagged behind in the parking lot, right near the RV. It was clear, from the expression in his eyes, that Albert was furious. In the parking lot was a group of local good ol' boys sitting on chairs and crates. They were smoking, drinking, and laughing loudly. Their lit cigars glowed like fireflies in the increasing darkness.
"I told you to put away that god damn phone, boy!" yelled Albert.
The rest of the group went into the diner. Except for Max's timid dad, Blake, who stood behind Albert, not knowing what to do.
"Max, you weren't playing with your phone while you were driving, were you? I can't believe you would do that with that big RV and everything.....," asked Blake, barely raising his voice.
"No, I wasn--," started Max, but he was cut off by Albert.
"Bullshit!" bellowed Albert. "You're damn right he was playing with that god damn phone! I asked him to knock it off once but what other reason would he have for almost crashing us headfirst into a megaton, god damn semi truck!?! He almost got us all killed!"
"For cryin' out loud, Max, what is wrong with you?" asked Blake. "Are you feeling dizzy?"
"Yeah, I mean, I kind of feel out of it you know, I wasn't paying attention, I got distracted--," mumbled Max, trying to grasp the out that his father was slyly nudging towards him as an excuse.
"You got distracted alright!" interrupted Albert, ever the Alpha. "Distracted by that damn phone of yours!"
"I don't know--" Max attempted.
"Well, I do know!" yelled Albert, breaking Max's excuse (of course). "You and I both know what happened. Don't try to bullshit your dad and me, young man! Have some respect! You almost sent us straight to the pearly gates, for fuck's sake!"
"I....I'm so sorry, let's clean up," said Max sheepishly as he turned towards the RV. Max entered the messy vehicle, found some garbage bags in a cabinet, and starting tossing the debris inside of a big, black garbage bag, while he picked the carpet, on his hands and knees, for glass pieces and crushed corn chips. His huge, round butt cheeks stuck up in the air as he cleaned. The back seam of his khaki shorts dug deep between his incredibly round, thick buns, becoming more and more stuck to his dewy, ripe sphincter. The lines of his jockstrap were visible through the shorts. Outside, for a moment, the two old dads got distracted by the sight of Max's XXXtra deluxe booty jutting and jiggling at them through the door as Max worked.
Maybe this would be the right time to spank.....
"Alright, Max, let's get this place cleaned up," said Blake breaking the spell. He and Albert (who was now silent, always furious) entered the RV to join Max in the clean up effort. Blake set the table right and found a few remaining pieces of the shattered drinking cup while Albert dramatically PUSHED! and SHOVED! the suitcases back into their overhead storage compartments, making sure that the two other men noted his every angry movement as he SLAMMED! the compartments shut.
Within a couple of minutes, everything was fine. Cleaned up and back to normal. No harm to the RV, just a scary moment for it's driver and passengers. The biggest damage was the cheap, broken drinking glass and less corn chips in the snack bag (and, also, the band-aid that was currently being applied to the side of Laurie's head in the diner's womens restroom while Deborah, Jennifer, and Alan ordered some small cartons of pie to go as comfort food for everyone when they continued the drive).
Max, Blake, and Albert exited the RV and stood next to it in the parking lot, waiting for the rest of the family to leave the diner. This way they could get some fresh air and, hopefully, the rest of Albert's nuclear anger would float off into the night sky. Albert inspected the outside of the vehicle, making sure that nothing had been damaged. Max hoped that, since his parents were around, that Albert wasn't going to be too tough on him but that wasn't going to be the case.....
The good ol' boys nearby continued their jolly conversation but were also paying attention to these strangers with the nice RV across the parking lot. It was clear to them that there was some kind of drama going on but they were trying to mind their own business.....
Albert finished his inspection and approached Max and his dad. "Max, you're damn fortunate that the RV is okay because I sure the hell wasn't going to pay for any of it if you had screwed anything up. And neither was your pop here, ain't that right Blake?" scolded Albert. Blake was silent, staring off towards the diner, attempting to look more angry than he really felt, in order to impress Albert. Blake was trying to look as disapproving of Max's actions as he could, to give the impression that he, too, could be a cold, hard, patriarchal disciplinarian. In his own way.
But it would be up to Albert to figure out how to close the case on this crime.
Albert walked over to the good, ol' boys. "Gentleman, would you mind if I borrowed one of those unused sittin' crates for a little while?" asked Max's father-in-law.
"Oh, sure, go right ahead, Mister. You can even keep it if you'd like. We got plenty of 'em," said a heavy-set man in overalls, with a smoky, old-fashioned pipe dangling from his lips. The man handed Albert a 3 ft. tall, square wooden crate which Albert easily carried across the parking lot, back towards Max and Blake. Max didn't have a good feeling about this.....
Albert dropped the crate down on the pavement and sat on top of it, using it as a chair. He let out a relaxed sigh as he stared up at father and son.
"Blake, could I have your permission for somethin'?" said Albert.
"Um...uh...sure, Albert, what's your inquiry?" replied Max's dad.
"Just because the RV got lucky tonight doesn't mean that Max is going to be so lucky. I would like to tan his hide if that's alright with you," said Albert.
"Dad, no!" Max exclaimed, turning towards Blake.
"I um.....I don't really.....I don't know," answered Blake truthfully.
"C'mon, man, can't you see that that son of yours is spoiled rotten? He needs to be taught a lesson. He needs to learn respect and responsibility. C'mon, let me show that oversized keister of his who's boss...." smiled Albert with a raise of his eyebrow.
"No, dad, we don't do that at our house!" pleaded Max. This was like something out of a nightmare....
"You're not in your sweet, little house right now, are ya, Max?! Those rules don't mean shit here," threatened Albert.
"I'm sorry, Max, but this.....This might be for your own good, son....Yes, Albert, maybe this is the right thing to do. I'm sorry, Max," said Blake, trying not to make eye contact with his panicing son. Big, strong, athletic Max clung to his twerpy father's shirt, trying to hide behind, him like a pathetic little boy. It was hilarious. And, indeed, the good ol' boys nearby were happy to have front row seats to this unexpected comedy.
Albert looked up at Max.
Albert, sitting on the crate, patted his own knee with a sinister sense of joy. "Over my lap, boy."
"Max, I want you to be a man and take your punishment. Stop acting like a child. If you act in childishly irresponsible ways, then you need to be dealt with in a corresponding manner. Go lay over Albert's lap and make your big bottom available," said Max's dad with a sudden, direct tone.
Max slowly walked over to Albert. "Dad, I can't believe that you're letting this happen....," said the blonde, hunky 21-year-old, looking back towards Blake.
"Max, do it. Enough already. You heard me. Butt in the air, young man," ordered Blake.
Max obediently bent over Albert's lap. He positioned himself as comfortably as possible. As he layed horizontally on his stomach over his father-in-law's lap, Max scooted himself so that his gigantic butt loaves would be tilted up, as close as possible, to Albert's face. Max knew how Albert would want it. Albert could practically look down and take a bite out of Max's over-puffed buns if he wanted to.
Max stared down at the black pavement, waiting for his punishment.
The sight of big, strong Max bent over with his massive, round, bodacious butt cheeks popping up towards the stars, right at the old man's face, made everyone stare in awe. The back seam of those form-fitting khaki shorts got lost within the grand canyon that divided Max's basketball-like bubble cheeks, getting sucked in towards his juicy pucker. The strained, thin material clinging like shrink wrap to those massive glutes, looked as though the shorts were about to burst. These shorts were extremely tight and revealing--they would be just fine for a true, old-fashioned, public beating. Everyone could see the lines of Max's jockstrap showing through.
The good ol' boys had stopped conversing. Now they were all staring at this wonderful show.
Albert began to run his hands all over Max's gigantic buns.....caressing them, squeezing them, squishing them. Almost lovingly. At this moment, it appeared that the most kindness that Albert had ever shown Max was when he had his hands all over the boy's rear. Albert was taking his time molesting and smooshing Max's massive butt cheeks. Albert began to massage the boy's ass loaves with a perverted, concentrated rhythm--he pushed them together and then slightly spread them apart, in an almost circular motion....together and apart, together and apart.....as though he was an expert baker preparing and kneading dough. Albert made it seem that preparing Max's gigantic cheeks for spanking was something of a science.
Blake simply watched this scene, not knowing what to think. Had he made the wrong choice in allowing Albert to punish his son?
The good ol' boys watching nearby were getting impatient.
Albert was completely occupied with his hands on Max's oversized buns, the vertical seat seam of the shorts going deeper and deeper into the crevice as the old man tenderly massaged his son-in-law's massive, round, doughy butt boulders . Pushing them together, spreading them apart, pushing together, spreading apart.....
"Is that guy just gonna feel up them jumbo buns or is he gonna beat 'em!? Enough already...." commented on man.
"No, siree, that older gent is a bonafide spanking expert it seems! He's tenderizing that ass, getting it ready for abuse! He knows what he's doing. Have a little faith....," said one of his friends.
Albert continued massaging Max's massive bottom for a few more minutes and then it began. Albert put one arm around Max's waist to hold him down.
Albert began full-throttle. He didn't start Max off with moderate, soft swats--he went directly into ass-toasting power spanks!
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
From one big, bouncing bun to the other one, back and forth
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
Because Max's loaves were so massive, you could only really hit one bun at a time, so Albert concentrated on giving both cheeks equal smacks.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
From the right cheek to the left cheek, right to left, back and forth, right cheek, left cheek
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
The huge butt cheeks--bouncing and shaking with each swat, like a pair of overfilled rubber balls--were getting the full punishment treatment as everyone could see. People felt sorry for Max but this was an unbelievably sexy sight.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
Max instinctively squeezed his buns open and close as the spanking progressed. The back seam of the khaki shorts was practically being eaten by his asshole. The wedgie was that severe at this point.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
These were serious power-spanks. Albert was laying into Max with fury, hitting the cheeks as hard as he could. Max, humiliated and with his buns aching, began to sob.
"Stop! Please stop!" begged Max. Tears splashed on the pavement right under his face.
The rest of Max's family came out from the diner, holding their pie pieces. They were speechless. They slowly, silently walked towards this scene. They were in awe as the young man's bodacious ass was getting its just desserts.
Alan and Laurie had mean, little smirks on their faces. "Good," they thought. Plus, Alan always loved seeing Max's rear pointing upward.
Deborah, Max's mom, stood near her daughter-in-law, Kara. Both women were stunned.
"Max is finally getting put in his place. I was worried that this would happen eventually," Deborah said with genuine sadness. "Maybe we should have disciplined him properly long, long ago or this wouldn't be happening right now."
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Max sobbed harder as the beating continued on.
"Dad, please go easier on him. We all have so much more sitting to do on this trip," pleaded Kara.
"I'm not hitting him that hard, honey" said smiling Albert, hitting Max very hard. "It's not anything that his huge rear end can't handle, ain't that right boy?"
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
Max just continued sniveling and crying. More tears streamed down his face. This was an incredibly painful punishment for him.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
The beating suddenly slowed down and got softer. This allowed the crowd to appreciate the jiggling of the bulbous buns even more.
whack. whack. whack. whack.
Albert stopped spanking Max which made Max think that this ordeal was close to being over. "My hand is starting to get sore," said the old coot, grabbing as much of one oversized ass cheek with his hand as he could. "Your turn, Blake."
"I....I don't know if I can do that..." stammered Max's dad.
Albert stood Max up for a moment. Max gently rubbed his punished buns and stood looking down at the pavement, too embarrassed to look at anyone's face.
"Show your boy that you're not going to be putting up with his disobedience, man," coaxed Albert. Albert gently guided Blake over to the crate, sitting him down on top of it. "C'mon, Blake, this is your chance to show him who's in charge!"
Blake looked over at his son. "Max, bend over my lap. Right this instant," said Blake, firmly.
"No, dad!" cried out Max.
"Max, listen to me for once...." argued Blake.
"Dad, no! Leave me alone! I don't want to be spanked anymore," exclaimed Max, sounding like a pouting little boy.
"Max, do as your father said," chimed in Deborah.
"Forget it, mom! There's no way!" Max shot back.
"Well, I just show you boy!!!" charged in Albert, grabbing Max by the shoulders, and practically tossing the big hunk over Blake's lap. Max obeyed this time.
Max shifted his body into the best position. Over his father's lap, he now layed horizontally, his big buns aiming skyward.
"More vulnerable, Max, just like how you were before. Do it right, my son," said Blake gently. So Max scooched up a bit, therefore tilting his ass up higher, the loaves more accentuated, pointing more upwards, closer to his father's face.
Blake looked down and enjoyed this extreme close-up--those massive, incredibly round and bulbous bubble buns, practically exploding out of the seat of their khaki shorts, sticking right at his face. The vertical seat seam of the shorts lodged in Max's ass, buried deep between the young man's cheeks, stuck firmly to his butthole. Blake felt like Max's buttocks were almost intimidating in their size. He thought that he could practically get his head swallowed between those cheeks. He patted them sweetly for a moment, relishing the incredible mass and density of the glutes as they jiggled; they were were muscular and chubby at the same time. No matter how much Max worked out, those big buns were always gigantic. Blake chuckled to himself, thrilled to be in this moment. This was his chance.
With a look of determination on his face, Blake began spanking Max as he wrapped one arm around the boy's waist.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
One bun, then the other, the left one, then the right one, back and forth just like Albert. Max's massive cheeks bounced with every swat, ready to burst out of their tight shorts.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
Blake tried. But he was no match for Albert.
Spank! Spank! Spank!
Blake loved the feeling of his son's big, round butt boulders bouncing against the palm of hand, savoring the jiggle of each massive cheek. Albert thought that Blake's less-than-impressive spanking skills were not up to par, so he decided to intensify the scene.
Albert walked over to the spanking crate and forcefully pulled down Max's tight shorts with one forceful yank! Blake, his hand in mid-air, was about to deliver another whap to Max's posterior but he froze when he saw his boy's massive pair of pink buns sticking straight up at his face, bare naked.
Max wore his baby-blue jockstrap which (unnecessarily) framed and accentuated his gigantic ass cheeks even more. Max now found himself bare-butt and over his daddy's lap for the first time. There was now an entire crowd of people watching. His family, the good ol' boys smoking in the parking lot, and a few wanderers from out of the diner coming to see what all the excitement was.
"C'mon now, Blake!" bellowed Albert. "Give that bratty son of yours the long-overdue ass beating that he deserves! Whip them bubble buns!"
whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap!
Inspired by Albert's pep talk (and by the sight of Max's deluxe naked rump only a few inches below his face), Blake administered fast, quick, harder spanks to his son's bulbous glutes.
whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap!
Max's cheeks were becoming pinker the more his father spanked him, but they were far from red. Blake just didn't have that kind of force.
While the spanking continued, one of the good ol' boys walked over to Albert and whispered something in the old man's ear. Albert chuckled and said to the man: "Yeah, go got it."
The hillbilly removed a small souvenir flag from the dashboard of his pickup and walked over to Albert and gave him the small flag. The souvenir flag was a small strip of white fabric that had the words "Grand Canyon" printed on it. The flag was attached to a small, thin rod of plastic that served as the flag pole. The rod was about the length of a pencil but much thinner in width.
whap! whap! whap!
whap!
It was obvious that Blake's milquetoast spanks were no match for Max's massive, round butt. Blake was getting tired.
Albert walked over to Blake and Max.
"Blake, would you mind parting the boy's butt cheeks for me, please?" said Albert, with a smile on his face, holding up the tiny flag.
"Dad, no! Please!" begged Max, still bent over his father's lap.
Blake, looking at the tiny, thin plastic rod attached to the souvenir flag, completely understood where Albert was going with this. Max's father never thought himself as having a filthy sense of humor, but this was a ripe opportunity to have some fun at his arrogant son's expense. "Max, spread your legs, please, and thrust that big bottom of yours up even more,"ordered Blake.
"Dad, no! Don't do this!" cried Max. All the good ol' boys and some of the crowd that had gathered to watch were having a good laugh.
whap! whap!
Blake gave both of Max's meaty buns a hearty smack. "Max, do as I say!" said Blake, raising his voice. Albert arched his eyebrows, impressed with Max's father's new, commanding tone.
Max did as he was told, spreading his legs and pushing his huge, round bubble cheeks up in the air even more, much closer to his dad's face. Blake, simply glancing downward, could now lick his son's puffy glutes if he wanted to, they were so close. Even though Max had spread his legs and was sticking his massive ass upwards, that still wasn't enough to make his butthole visible--that's how thick and bulbous his buns are.
Blake used his hands to slowly spread Max's buns apart. Now everyone around could see Max's tight, pink, dewy little pucker; his juicy little aperture practically kissed at the crowd from between the jockstrapped, oversized bubble buns.
This was the first time that Blake had seen his sexy, athletic son's most private area--he could smell it too, being so close......sweetly pungent, musky (and incredibly arousing) whiffs of Max's hot ass floated towards Blake's face. Blake shut his eyes for a moment, savoring the aroma, as he spread Max's butt open. For a flash moment, Blake wanted to dive his face in between those buns; they were so close that he could. He considered making a joking comment about the scent but he decided not to; Blake figured that Max was embarrassed enough as is, being in the position that he was in.
Alan had a fiendish smile on his face as he handed his uncle Albert a small, complimentary pad of butter on wax paper that he got from the diner. Albert used the butter to grease up the souvenir flag pole--that tiny, thin plastic rod--and then got close to bent-over Max and Blake (who was still spreading Max's ass open). Albert applied some of the the butter on the tip of his finger and then ran that slippery finger across the surface of Max's tight, little balloon knot. Albert loved the smooth, rigged feeling of Max's puckering anus at the tip of his finger. For a second, Albert thought about plunging his finger inside of Max but he figured that that would be too....too revealing of his erotic intentions. Albert wanted to be a cruel and strict disciplinarian; he didn't want to show his homoerotic attraction towards his son-in-law. And, plus, it was the flag rod that he'd be using to penetrate Max and embarrass him in front of all these people.
While Blake used his hands to keep Max's gigantic glutes parted, Albert slowly, gently slid the tiny, plastic souvenir flag rod inside Max's asshole. The butter had sufficently lubed-up the rod--and Max's anal aperture--and the rod just slipped right in there.
"Oww!!!" yelled out Max, pitifully. People in the crowd watched and laughed.
"That ain't hurting you none! That little stick is too thin! Don't complain; I could make this a lot worse for you, boy!" replied Albert.
It was true that the tiny, plastic rod didn't hurt Max but he could feel that there was something small and skinny--less than the size of a standard medical thermometer--sticking out of his butthole. It was the humiliation that was grinding Max down.
Albert teased Max by almost removing the rod from out of his hole but then Albert would shove it down a bit further. He did this repeatedly a few times--in and out, in and out, up and down--basically fucking Max's hole with the buttered rod but he laughed while doing it, giving the impression that he was just "punishing" the young man.
In and out, in and out, up and down.....The rod went shallow and deep inside Max's chute, fucking him in front of a crowd of people while his own father spread Max's bulbous, oversized man-cheeks wide open for everyone to see this object being poked into him.
Blake used every once of brainpower he could to try stopping himself from getting an erection. But it didn't work. He could feel himself getting hard while his son layed over his lap. Blake hoped that Max wouldn't feel it but, unfortunately, Max could absolutely feel that his father was being excited by this situation. The humiliation that Max was feeling right now, however, trumped the disturbance that he felt about his dad's newly-discovered homoerotic, sadistic tendencies.
"That's one way to make your point, guys! hahahaha," cackled one of the good ol' boys watching nearby.
Albert stopped dipping the rod into Max's ass and left it plunged inside Max's hole, sticking out of it. Blake continued to spread Max open, just for good measure.
Max now had a small souvenir flag that said "Grand Canyon" sticking out of his big, pink butt as he layed over his father's lap. The situation overwhelmed Max and he could feel the tears rolling down his face as he sobbed.
"It's okay, Max, your punishment is almost over...." said his nerdy father in a gentle, comforting voice.
Albert retrieved Max's iphone from out of the RV and started taking pictures of Max's spread, spanked ass with the "Grand Canyon" flag sticking out of it. A few other people watching in the parking lot took their own pictures too. The flashes filled up the parking lot brightly while the sounds of giggling and laughing entered Max's ears.
Albert texted the words "FULL RED MOON AND GRAND CANYON" into Max's messaging screen and attached one of the pictures of Max's punishment to the message.
Albert pushed--Send All--button, thereby sending the picture and the message to all of Max's contacts.....all of Max's friends and family members. "Everybody will be in for a treat when they see this," laughed the gruff, old father-in-law. "That will teach Max not to disobey me."
An hour later, Max and his family were back in the RV, coasting down the freeway. Alan was behind the wheel right now. Max sat quietly in the back passenger area, pouting and ignoring everyone.
For the rest of the trip, everyone tried to move beyond the situation and not bring it up because they didn't want Max to be upset. They all figured that Max wouldn't need a reminder, until:
One of the afternoons later in the trip, the family had stopped inside of a gift shop and, low and behold, there was a display of of miniature "Grand Canyon" souvenir flags identical to the one that had been used to embarrass Max. Alan nudged Laurie, Kara, and Deborah. "Hey, ladies," smirked Alan, "what do those remind you of?"
The women all giggled. Max noticed what they were laughing at but he didn't say anything.
Albert began to run his hands all over Max's gigantic buns.....caressing them, squeezing them, squishing them. Almost lovingly. At this moment, it appeared that the most kindness that Albert had ever shown Max was when he had his hands all over the boy's rear. Albert was taking his time molesting and smooshing Max's massive butt cheeks. Albert began to massage the boy's ass loaves with a perverted, concentrated rhythm--he pushed them together and then slightly spread them apart, in an almost circular motion....together and apart, together and apart.....as though he was an expert baker preparing and kneading dough. Albert made it seem that preparing Max's gigantic cheeks for spanking was something of a science.
Blake simply watched this scene, not knowing what to think. Had he made the wrong choice in allowing Albert to punish his son?
The good ol' boys watching nearby were getting impatient.
Albert was completely occupied with his hands on Max's oversized buns, the vertical seat seam of the shorts going deeper and deeper into the crevice as the old man tenderly massaged his son-in-law's massive, round, doughy butt boulders . Pushing them together, spreading them apart, pushing together, spreading apart.....
"Is that guy just gonna feel up them jumbo buns or is he gonna beat 'em!? Enough already...." commented on man.
"No, siree, that older gent is a bonafide spanking expert it seems! He's tenderizing that ass, getting it ready for abuse! He knows what he's doing. Have a little faith....," said one of his friends.
Albert continued massaging Max's massive bottom for a few more minutes and then it began. Albert put one arm around Max's waist to hold him down.
Albert began full-throttle. He didn't start Max off with moderate, soft swats--he went directly into ass-toasting power spanks!
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
From one big, bouncing bun to the other one, back and forth
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
Because Max's loaves were so massive, you could only really hit one bun at a time, so Albert concentrated on giving both cheeks equal smacks.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
From the right cheek to the left cheek, right to left, back and forth, right cheek, left cheek
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
The huge butt cheeks--bouncing and shaking with each swat, like a pair of overfilled rubber balls--were getting the full punishment treatment as everyone could see. People felt sorry for Max but this was an unbelievably sexy sight.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
Max instinctively squeezed his buns open and close as the spanking progressed. The back seam of the khaki shorts was practically being eaten by his asshole. The wedgie was that severe at this point.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
These were serious power-spanks. Albert was laying into Max with fury, hitting the cheeks as hard as he could. Max, humiliated and with his buns aching, began to sob.
"Stop! Please stop!" begged Max. Tears splashed on the pavement right under his face.
The rest of Max's family came out from the diner, holding their pie pieces. They were speechless. They slowly, silently walked towards this scene. They were in awe as the young man's bodacious ass was getting its just desserts.
Alan and Laurie had mean, little smirks on their faces. "Good," they thought. Plus, Alan always loved seeing Max's rear pointing upward.
Deborah, Max's mom, stood near her daughter-in-law, Kara. Both women were stunned.
"Max is finally getting put in his place. I was worried that this would happen eventually," Deborah said with genuine sadness. "Maybe we should have disciplined him properly long, long ago or this wouldn't be happening right now."
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Max sobbed harder as the beating continued on.
"Dad, please go easier on him. We all have so much more sitting to do on this trip," pleaded Kara.
"I'm not hitting him that hard, honey" said smiling Albert, hitting Max very hard. "It's not anything that his huge rear end can't handle, ain't that right boy?"
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
Max just continued sniveling and crying. More tears streamed down his face. This was an incredibly painful punishment for him.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
The beating suddenly slowed down and got softer. This allowed the crowd to appreciate the jiggling of the bulbous buns even more.
whack. whack. whack. whack.
Albert stopped spanking Max which made Max think that this ordeal was close to being over. "My hand is starting to get sore," said the old coot, grabbing as much of one oversized ass cheek with his hand as he could. "Your turn, Blake."
"I....I don't know if I can do that..." stammered Max's dad.
Albert stood Max up for a moment. Max gently rubbed his punished buns and stood looking down at the pavement, too embarrassed to look at anyone's face.
"Show your boy that you're not going to be putting up with his disobedience, man," coaxed Albert. Albert gently guided Blake over to the crate, sitting him down on top of it. "C'mon, Blake, this is your chance to show him who's in charge!"
Blake looked over at his son. "Max, bend over my lap. Right this instant," said Blake, firmly.
"No, dad!" cried out Max.
"Max, listen to me for once...." argued Blake.
"Dad, no! Leave me alone! I don't want to be spanked anymore," exclaimed Max, sounding like a pouting little boy.
"Max, do as your father said," chimed in Deborah.
"Forget it, mom! There's no way!" Max shot back.
"Well, I just show you boy!!!" charged in Albert, grabbing Max by the shoulders, and practically tossing the big hunk over Blake's lap. Max obeyed this time.
Max shifted his body into the best position. Over his father's lap, he now layed horizontally, his big buns aiming skyward.
"More vulnerable, Max, just like how you were before. Do it right, my son," said Blake gently. So Max scooched up a bit, therefore tilting his ass up higher, the loaves more accentuated, pointing more upwards, closer to his father's face.
Blake looked down and enjoyed this extreme close-up--those massive, incredibly round and bulbous bubble buns, practically exploding out of the seat of their khaki shorts, sticking right at his face. The vertical seat seam of the shorts lodged in Max's ass, buried deep between the young man's cheeks, stuck firmly to his butthole. Blake felt like Max's buttocks were almost intimidating in their size. He thought that he could practically get his head swallowed between those cheeks. He patted them sweetly for a moment, relishing the incredible mass and density of the glutes as they jiggled; they were were muscular and chubby at the same time. No matter how much Max worked out, those big buns were always gigantic. Blake chuckled to himself, thrilled to be in this moment. This was his chance.
With a look of determination on his face, Blake began spanking Max as he wrapped one arm around the boy's waist.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
One bun, then the other, the left one, then the right one, back and forth just like Albert. Max's massive cheeks bounced with every swat, ready to burst out of their tight shorts.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
Blake tried. But he was no match for Albert.
Spank! Spank! Spank!
Blake loved the feeling of his son's big, round butt boulders bouncing against the palm of hand, savoring the jiggle of each massive cheek. Albert thought that Blake's less-than-impressive spanking skills were not up to par, so he decided to intensify the scene.
Albert walked over to the spanking crate and forcefully pulled down Max's tight shorts with one forceful yank! Blake, his hand in mid-air, was about to deliver another whap to Max's posterior but he froze when he saw his boy's massive pair of pink buns sticking straight up at his face, bare naked.
Max wore his baby-blue jockstrap which (unnecessarily) framed and accentuated his gigantic ass cheeks even more. Max now found himself bare-butt and over his daddy's lap for the first time. There was now an entire crowd of people watching. His family, the good ol' boys smoking in the parking lot, and a few wanderers from out of the diner coming to see what all the excitement was.
"C'mon now, Blake!" bellowed Albert. "Give that bratty son of yours the long-overdue ass beating that he deserves! Whip them bubble buns!"
whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap!
Inspired by Albert's pep talk (and by the sight of Max's deluxe naked rump only a few inches below his face), Blake administered fast, quick, harder spanks to his son's bulbous glutes.
whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap-whap!
Max's cheeks were becoming pinker the more his father spanked him, but they were far from red. Blake just didn't have that kind of force.
While the spanking continued, one of the good ol' boys walked over to Albert and whispered something in the old man's ear. Albert chuckled and said to the man: "Yeah, go got it."
The hillbilly removed a small souvenir flag from the dashboard of his pickup and walked over to Albert and gave him the small flag. The souvenir flag was a small strip of white fabric that had the words "Grand Canyon" printed on it. The flag was attached to a small, thin rod of plastic that served as the flag pole. The rod was about the length of a pencil but much thinner in width.
whap! whap! whap!
whap!
It was obvious that Blake's milquetoast spanks were no match for Max's massive, round butt. Blake was getting tired.
Albert walked over to Blake and Max.
"Blake, would you mind parting the boy's butt cheeks for me, please?" said Albert, with a smile on his face, holding up the tiny flag.
"Dad, no! Please!" begged Max, still bent over his father's lap.
Blake, looking at the tiny, thin plastic rod attached to the souvenir flag, completely understood where Albert was going with this. Max's father never thought himself as having a filthy sense of humor, but this was a ripe opportunity to have some fun at his arrogant son's expense. "Max, spread your legs, please, and thrust that big bottom of yours up even more,"ordered Blake.
"Dad, no! Don't do this!" cried Max. All the good ol' boys and some of the crowd that had gathered to watch were having a good laugh.
whap! whap!
Blake gave both of Max's meaty buns a hearty smack. "Max, do as I say!" said Blake, raising his voice. Albert arched his eyebrows, impressed with Max's father's new, commanding tone.
Max did as he was told, spreading his legs and pushing his huge, round bubble cheeks up in the air even more, much closer to his dad's face. Blake, simply glancing downward, could now lick his son's puffy glutes if he wanted to, they were so close. Even though Max had spread his legs and was sticking his massive ass upwards, that still wasn't enough to make his butthole visible--that's how thick and bulbous his buns are.
Blake used his hands to slowly spread Max's buns apart. Now everyone around could see Max's tight, pink, dewy little pucker; his juicy little aperture practically kissed at the crowd from between the jockstrapped, oversized bubble buns.
This was the first time that Blake had seen his sexy, athletic son's most private area--he could smell it too, being so close......sweetly pungent, musky (and incredibly arousing) whiffs of Max's hot ass floated towards Blake's face. Blake shut his eyes for a moment, savoring the aroma, as he spread Max's butt open. For a flash moment, Blake wanted to dive his face in between those buns; they were so close that he could. He considered making a joking comment about the scent but he decided not to; Blake figured that Max was embarrassed enough as is, being in the position that he was in.
Alan had a fiendish smile on his face as he handed his uncle Albert a small, complimentary pad of butter on wax paper that he got from the diner. Albert used the butter to grease up the souvenir flag pole--that tiny, thin plastic rod--and then got close to bent-over Max and Blake (who was still spreading Max's ass open). Albert applied some of the the butter on the tip of his finger and then ran that slippery finger across the surface of Max's tight, little balloon knot. Albert loved the smooth, rigged feeling of Max's puckering anus at the tip of his finger. For a second, Albert thought about plunging his finger inside of Max but he figured that that would be too....too revealing of his erotic intentions. Albert wanted to be a cruel and strict disciplinarian; he didn't want to show his homoerotic attraction towards his son-in-law. And, plus, it was the flag rod that he'd be using to penetrate Max and embarrass him in front of all these people.
While Blake used his hands to keep Max's gigantic glutes parted, Albert slowly, gently slid the tiny, plastic souvenir flag rod inside Max's asshole. The butter had sufficently lubed-up the rod--and Max's anal aperture--and the rod just slipped right in there.
"Oww!!!" yelled out Max, pitifully. People in the crowd watched and laughed.
"That ain't hurting you none! That little stick is too thin! Don't complain; I could make this a lot worse for you, boy!" replied Albert.
It was true that the tiny, plastic rod didn't hurt Max but he could feel that there was something small and skinny--less than the size of a standard medical thermometer--sticking out of his butthole. It was the humiliation that was grinding Max down.
Albert teased Max by almost removing the rod from out of his hole but then Albert would shove it down a bit further. He did this repeatedly a few times--in and out, in and out, up and down--basically fucking Max's hole with the buttered rod but he laughed while doing it, giving the impression that he was just "punishing" the young man.
In and out, in and out, up and down.....The rod went shallow and deep inside Max's chute, fucking him in front of a crowd of people while his own father spread Max's bulbous, oversized man-cheeks wide open for everyone to see this object being poked into him.
Blake used every once of brainpower he could to try stopping himself from getting an erection. But it didn't work. He could feel himself getting hard while his son layed over his lap. Blake hoped that Max wouldn't feel it but, unfortunately, Max could absolutely feel that his father was being excited by this situation. The humiliation that Max was feeling right now, however, trumped the disturbance that he felt about his dad's newly-discovered homoerotic, sadistic tendencies.
"That's one way to make your point, guys! hahahaha," cackled one of the good ol' boys watching nearby.
Albert stopped dipping the rod into Max's ass and left it plunged inside Max's hole, sticking out of it. Blake continued to spread Max open, just for good measure.
Max now had a small souvenir flag that said "Grand Canyon" sticking out of his big, pink butt as he layed over his father's lap. The situation overwhelmed Max and he could feel the tears rolling down his face as he sobbed.
"It's okay, Max, your punishment is almost over...." said his nerdy father in a gentle, comforting voice.
Albert retrieved Max's iphone from out of the RV and started taking pictures of Max's spread, spanked ass with the "Grand Canyon" flag sticking out of it. A few other people watching in the parking lot took their own pictures too. The flashes filled up the parking lot brightly while the sounds of giggling and laughing entered Max's ears.
Albert texted the words "FULL RED MOON AND GRAND CANYON" into Max's messaging screen and attached one of the pictures of Max's punishment to the message.
Albert pushed--Send All--button, thereby sending the picture and the message to all of Max's contacts.....all of Max's friends and family members. "Everybody will be in for a treat when they see this," laughed the gruff, old father-in-law. "That will teach Max not to disobey me."
An hour later, Max and his family were back in the RV, coasting down the freeway. Alan was behind the wheel right now. Max sat quietly in the back passenger area, pouting and ignoring everyone.
For the rest of the trip, everyone tried to move beyond the situation and not bring it up because they didn't want Max to be upset. They all figured that Max wouldn't need a reminder, until:
One of the afternoons later in the trip, the family had stopped inside of a gift shop and, low and behold, there was a display of of miniature "Grand Canyon" souvenir flags identical to the one that had been used to embarrass Max. Alan nudged Laurie, Kara, and Deborah. "Hey, ladies," smirked Alan, "what do those remind you of?"
The women all giggled. Max noticed what they were laughing at but he didn't say anything.
