"We will do anything you say, Don," Matt confirmed, wondering why he was speaking.
Don got a gleam in his eye. "OK, bend over then."
"Me?" squaked Matt.
"Yes." The giant paused as Matt bent at the waist. "And call me sir, both of you."
"Yes, sir," said Jim and Matt simultaneously. Jim eyed his son's exposed ass, wondering what was about to happen and hoping against hope that he was not going to get a quick introduction to Matt's sexuality.
"OK, now, Mr. Laird. Jim. I want you to spank Matt's ass."
Jim almost breathed a sigh of relief before he realized that this alternative wasn't especially nice, either. Still, he didn't hesitate to walk over to where his son was bending over, sweating bullets. Positioning himself just behind, he reached his hand up and landed it across his son's bare butt with a resounding smack.
"Ahhh!" Matt yelled, but didn't move. The spanking over, Jim stood back and watched the red mark bloom across his son's lily-white cheeks.
Above them, Don watched this scene with both amusement and the beginnings of some deeper and more primal feelings. "Hey, you're not done yet, little man. Keep it up until I say so!"
"Yes, sir," said Jim dully, and he hauled off to give his son's ass yet more smackings.