a week, to watch Danny strip down and workout. Since he moved in and opened those curtains, he never once shut them. It was as if he didn't care what anyone saw. He wasn't embarrassed about anything. Not that he had anything to be ashamed of. But, privacy just didn't seem all that important to him.

After his workout, he'd shower and then come back into his room with a towel around his waist. Still soaking wet, he'd remove to towel and dry off. Bending over, he’d dig his towel in between those big buns to get every inch dry. I was in heaven.

That's when I dug my old binoculars out of the closet. I might as well put them to good use. How great was this? It was as if I was right in the room with him. I could see every inch of him. At first, I felt ashamed of myself. But I told myself that if he didn't want anyone to watch, he would close the window. I know this was a flimsy argument. But it worked and I continued to watch.

One morning, after watching Danny for about three months, something different happened. He returned from his run and stripped down as always to begin his workout. Today, he had on red and white striped bikini briefs and was hot as ever. His back was to the window and he was doing squats. I loved when he did squats. I loved to see that ass pop out at me. All of a sudden, the door flew open and in stormed his father, Tim.

In one hand Tim held a slip of paper. Even with the binoculars it was hard to make out what it said. But whatever it was sure had Tim furious. His arms were flying all over the place to illustrate his point. His face was red and it was obvious he was screaming. Danny looked scared. It appeared as if he was trying to speak but Tim kept cutting him off.

Danny bent down to set the weights on the floor. As he did, his stripped bikini rode up his ass. He appeared to be making a hand gesture of some kind. Maybe he was trying to plead his case. Tim would hear none of it as he continued to yell.
Then it happened. Tim lost it. He grabbed Danny by the arm and pulled the kid over his knee as he seated himself on the bed. Now, Danny was over his dad's lap with his ass in the air. Without pause, Tim dropped the paper and brought his hand down hard on Danny's left ass cheek. Danny began to struggle.

Tim stopped and grabbed Danny's chin, causing the son to look his father in the eye. I don't know what he said. Whatever it was worked, because Danny quit fighting and just lay there.

Tim started spanking him again. He alternated cheeks. He would spank the right cheek, then the left and back again. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Here was this 18-year old stud being spanked by his father. Needless to say, I got hot watching this scene unfold. Mr. McMillan continued working over his son’s ass. Suddenly, he reached for something on the nightstand. It was a hairbrush. He began to use the brush on the poor kid’s ass. Danny jumped at the first stroke.

Tim grabbed hold of the waistband of the skimpy briefs and tried to yank them