The boy offered no resistance and made no complanint. In fact Tyler loved this part of the evening. He loved having his mother bath him. He relished the physical closeness of being bathed by his mom and the fact that she carefully washed his most intimate part did not upset him. Far from it! Tyler had no experience with girls but they did not interest him. None of them were as beautiful and as enticing as his mom. She was the only female that interested him. A part of Tyler wished that his father would leave so that he could have his mom all to himself. He wanted to make her happy, he wanted to make love to her. Tyler knew that it was wrong, very wrong, for a boy to feel about his mother the way he felt about her. But he could not help it. When he was younger Tyler worried that if his father ever found out how much he loved his mom his dad would have him castrated just to keep them apart. The thought still scared him.

After being being bathed Tyler was instructed to stand so his mom could dry him. As Tyler stood before his mother all naked and dripping she lovingly dried him with a soft warn towel. Carfully she fluffed dried his hairless little boy genitals. Next she ordered her son to turn and touch his toes so she could dry the inside if his bottom. This task completed Tylers straightened up and did not need to be told to cross his wrists over the small of his back so that his mom could bind his hands behind him as a reminder not to complain. As always having his hands tied behind him made Tyler's little dick very stiff. It was three and a half inches of rock hard boyhood. His mother gently pulled back the foreskin to fully expose the rounded fat little helmet shaped head. This was done to show Tyler's dad that she had not neglected her duty and washed every part of their son who was now as clean as a whistle and ready for discipline.

Mrs. Marlocke placed one arm loving across Tyler's slender shoulders, kissed his forehead and walked him to his father's office. "My boy is so very handsome and so obedient," she said. "I know you'll be brave.

"No harness or ball gag tonight?" The naked boy asked.

"Not tonight dear," she replied. "Your dad did not order them." This was a good sign. It meant that Tyler was likely to have nothing worse than a hand spanking as opposed to the paddle or the cane. Tyler hated the cane most of all and the paddle was a close second.

As she walked the helpless, soon to be spanked ,boy to his dad's study Tyler had a strange fantasy. He imagined that he was not being taken to a spanking at all. Rather the boy imagined he was being taken to be castrated. The fantasty was horrible but also sort of fun.

Mother and son entered the office. Tyler's dad took a moment to lean back in his chair and admire the perfect body of his young son drinking in every small detail. Just 11years old and yet Tyler had lost his baby fat. He was lean with firm muscles. Tyler knew that he was being appraised and even though he knew he had a great body for a kid his age he was embarrassed that, with his hands tied behind him, he could not cover his stiffy. The boy wondered if in situations such as this it might not be better to be a nullo. No embarrassing unwanted erections to deal with. Then Tyler wondered if he was a nullo if he would be spanked at all. Without his boyhood his father might not feel maintenance spanking was needed. Were eunuch spanked? Tyler didn't know.

"Tyler I don't want you to think that your mother and I don't love you son. We love you very much. This is not being done to be mean. This is to help you to be the stay the great kid we all know you are."

"I know dad," Tyler said. "I love you guys too and I understand. I don't take any of this personal. I guess you have to do it." but Tyler didn't feel it.

"Buddy I don't expect you to love us all the time. No boy loves his parents all the time," his dad said, "If you hate me during your spanking that's okay, it's only natural. After it's over you'll feel a lot better."

"What postion will you use on me tonight?" Tyler asked. He hoped it would not be the diaper postion. He felt so utterly exposed and humiliated when placed on his back with his legs held up and apart. He also feared that a stray slap might find his balls. Ouch!

"I'm going to take you over my knee," his father said. This suited Tyler fine. Of all the postions OTK was the one the boy almost liked. Even being spanked he enjoyed being held by his father. He relished the contact and the back rubs that came with OTK.

His dad was harder on him then normal and turned Tyler's bottom a bright red but somehow it made Tyler feel fresh and clean. His tears seemed to carry away his stress and pent up emotions.

"All right my brave boy," his dad said as Tyler's butt burned. "You have had enough for one night and you did great. I'm very proud of you" Tyler's mom applied a pain killing ointment to Tyler's bright red bottom gently rubbing it in to the hot flesh and Tyler sighed with relief. He was feeling a bit better. Tyler's dad then shifted the postion of his son so that Tyler, his hands still bound, was sitting up in his dad's lap. His dad held him tenderly and lovingly kissed Tyler's forehead. But the pain was still to fresh in the boy's mind and he was not yet ready for reconciliation. He tried to breakaway form his dad but he was held fast.

"That's okay," his father said softely. "You still hate me for hurting you as I did. I understand. You need more time to recover. Take all the time you need. There is no rush." His dad then gently washed the tears and snot form Tyler's face. The boy settled down a bit and stoped crying. His dad then carried the boy to his room and put him on his bed.

"I'm going to sleep well tonight," Tyler said at last. "I always sleep well after you have spanked me. I feel better too, like I have been cleaned out."

"Do you hate me for beating you?"

"Dad I'll admit that before each spanking I hate you and then during the spanking I hate you even more. When you spank me I always promise myself that this time I'll never forgive you. But after the spanking ends and the pain goes away I do forgive you and I love you too. I love you more than ever. Is there sonething weird about me? Why should I love you and mom so after what you have just done to me?"

"Whaether you know it or not you need to be brought into submission and there is nothing wrong with that. Craving surrender as you do does not mean that you are weak or stupid or lazy. Far from it. You are an extreamly tallented, brave and brilliant boy. But all boys need to be brought to heal. They need to be mastered and you are no exception.

Tyler thought about this as his father placed him on his bed. The boy was placed face down and butt up since Tyler's hands were still tied behind him. Tyler did not even think of asking to be untied. He knew that that call was for his father to make and if his dad felt it best for Tyler to spend the night in bondage so be it. If he spent the night bound Tyler would be diapered so as to not need to visit the bathroom. Tyler did not like being put in diapers but he had learned to live with it.

But as it turned out his dad did untie Tyler's hands. He also handed Tyler a pair of boxer shorts and the happy boy smiled ear to ear as he slipped them on. Being naked made Tyler feel helpless and so he was greatful for the gift of the shorts. He hugged and kissed his dad to show his gratitude..

(To be Continued)