this is Adam," I said, giving him a wink.

Following Mr. Redbotham through to the living room, I explained our problem with Adam.

Questioning Adam, all Mr. Redbotham got was a series of surly, almost insolent replies. I could tell he was not happy. Boy, was Adam going to suffer.

But first he had to listen to a strict lecture from Mr. Redbotham, who talked a hell of a lot of good sense.

Then, having told Adam that words apparently had no effect on him, Mr. R. got down to business.

I was beginning to get excited - I was going to see a spanking rather than be on the receiving end.

As Adam bent over to obey an instruction to take off his trainers he received an almighty whack across the seat of his jeans. 'Ooh! That shocked him', I thought, 'bet it's the first time anyone's laid a hand on him.'

Adam lost his balance and gave Mr. R. a filthy look. 'That's another half dozen,' I thought.

He protested when he was told to remove his jeans.

"You will do as you're told if you want to keep your job. You know what you agreed," I told him, sternly.

Adam fiddled with his zip and pushed his jeans down round his ankles. I was surprised how strong his thighs were. I knew mine were long and slim in comparison. I could see the outline of his young cock in his black boxers. This was fascinating, was Mr. R. going to spank him bare?

Mr. R. sat on a high chair and ordered Adam over his knee. I put on my sternest look as Adam glanced across at me - couldn't let him know I was enjoying the show.

Adam obeyed and presented Mr. R. with his big round backside, a result of his soccer training, I guessed.

Mr. R. pushed his T-shirt up his back showing his smooth skin and slim waist from which his buttocks rose proudly. Was he going to pull his boxers down too?

I desperately hoped so. I wanted to see this young man's buttocks in all their glory. I wanted him to feel the sting of Mr. R's firm hand as I had.

But no. He gave Adam a tremendous slap right across the centre of his bum. Adam yelled but stayed where he was.

Again, another slap across the highest point of Adam's butt and he started wriggling a bit. The next two were right at the base of his bottom. Adam was moaning by now - a naughty little boy getting what all naughty little boys should have. Harder and faster his bottom was splattered with smacks all over and he was kicking and squealing. He'd obviously never been in this position in his life before.

Adam decided he couldn't take any more and tried to protect his battered bum with his hand.

'You ain't felt nothin' yet, kid,' I thought.

To my delight, Mr. R. confirmed this and threatened Adam with the loss of his last remaining piece of dignity - his boxers - if he tried it again. Boy, was I hoping he'd ignore the warning. Whatever, it was an enormous turn on seeing my young colleague getting spanked and, needless to say, I had a huge erection. No wonder Mr. R. and Joe and Bill had got so aroused spanking me. I wasn't worried if Mr. R. or even Adam saw it.

Ignoring Adam's protests,