Matt's poor butt was bright red when their giant owner ordered Jim to stop the spanking. Tears of agony and shame rolled down Matt's face, and Jim wanted to cry in sympathy. His son deserved punishment for what he'd done, to be sure, but he didn't desrve corporal punishment.
"Hey, you don't look too happy Jim," said Don with a smirk.
"I'm not," said the little man evenly. "I don't enjoy causing my son pain."
"Awww. Why don't you kiss it and make it better then. Now."
Jim grimaced, but he couldn't even look up to confirm the giant's request. The spell propelled him forward, down on his knees behind Matt's exposed butt, and he planted a soft kiss on a stinging butt cheek. Matt moaned, hopefully, Jim thought, from further pain.
"Go on. Keep doing it," Don ordered when Jim was about to pull away. Squeezing his eyes shut, the tiny man complied until there wasn't a square inch of his son's red ass that hadn't felt the touch of his lips.