I first began reading stories here in 1998. I've always been interested in spanking boys-at the receivibng end of my mums wooden spoon and my fathers swagger stick in my younger days.
I finally decided to live my fantasies and after years of building my business and, at the age of 39 never expecting to have a family, but hoping for one, I decided to go for it.
That was two years ago. I jojed an agency specialising in matching single parents weith partners and dated like crazy. It was quite a disiaster. The mothers with their precious kids. I felt as if I had come from the 19th century where discipline was concerned. The mothers seemed afraid to discipline their kids with a telling off. Punishments were 'no ice cream this week' or 'go to your room for ten minutes'. I could not beleive the way the modern child could manipluate the poior women. The kids were in control.
Of course there were exceptions. These were often just as bad. The mums preferred to yell and shout at the child. I could not see it and the relationships were all short lived. I was not going to welcome that sort of thing in my home. A bunch of unruly kids messing up my home, no way.
And yet I had heard from younger colleagues, the younger dads who worked in my business that they would smack their children when they felt it was needed so I knew that somewhere there was a family for me.
As with so much in life it was when I was about to give up that a freind suggested asking the agency to widen their net. Up to then I had a said that I was looking for a woman with one child, preferably under six years of age.
I met Donna some two weeks later. She was pleasant and , although a little quiet , she was clearly intelligent and we got on well. We agreed to meet again. As we parted she made the move to kiss me. She had clearly enjoyed the evening. All I knew was that her husband had died three years before and that she had not met many men in that time. Friends had told her to join the agency. She had a son, Philip, who was eleven.
I met the boy four weeks later. he had his mums good looks, was slender and good looking. He was very quiet the first meeting and I thought how much like his mother he was. He was dressed in his new school uniform for the lunch at a large busy restaunt. He was starting his new school in a week and looked smart in his long grey trousers, white shirt and blue and red strpied tie. His hair was combed neatly, although it looked as if it could benefit from a cut. His hair fell down to his eyebrows when he looked down, an attractive feature.
I must admit to being in two minds about continuing to see Donna. I was concerned that her son was a little dull, he seemed too quiet and I would have preferred a boy with a strong spirit. On the other hand at the age of eleven I doubted that it would be easy to begin treating the boy as my son and bringing him up as I wanted. That meant that the old school cane I had bought at the antique shop for use when required would probably not now be needed.
I did not contact Donna for two days after our lunch date and then started to feel guilty. I liked her and did not want to stop seeing her. I had decided that I would invite the two of them to a hotel I knew for a long weekend. I would finally decide at the end of our short hioliday together.
The weekend was two weeks later. Donna and I saw one another in the days before the holiday but Philip was busy with his homework most evening so his grandmother 'babysat'.
I began to introduce the matter of Philips behaviour by asking Donna if she felt he would be ok in an adjoining room, would he behave in the hotel (it did not really cater for boys etc). She said that he would be fine and I was not to worry. Although I wanted to raise the matter of discipline I felt it was inappropriate at the time, so held off.
The day of the trip arrived and I drove to Donnas house to collect her and Philip. Donna lives in a small two bedroomed townhouse in a city 15 miles from my home. I have a much larger home in the country which is way to big for my needs. I purchased it more as an investment than a home. I had planned that the two of them might move in with me if all went well.
Donna and Philip both seemed happy to see me. Philip greeted me with a polite hello and I was surprised to see him wearing his school uniform for the trip. Donna was also well dressed and I felt proud to be taking them away with me. Philip carried their bags and I thought that he was very well brought up. His politeness impressed me also. Philip opened the door of my mercedes for his mum and then came round to the driver side. I have a SLK two door so I opened my door, flicked the electroninc switch which moves the driver seat forward (Philip exclaimed a large 'wow that's cool' as the seat moved forward) and he bent to climb in the back seat. Of course as he did this I had a birds eye view of the boys backside, bent over, his school trousers stretching tightly across his pert bottom. I could have reached down and patted it. I savoured the sight and decided to be patient. The moment was over in three seconds but it had been worthwhile. As I drove off I looked in the rear view mirror and saw the boy flick his head so that his hair was lifted from his forehead. I thought to myself that if the boy had been younger it would have only been a matter of hours perhaps. I wondered how long it would be until I might have sight of the boy naked.
The trip to the coast was three hours long. While I made small talk with Donna, Philip sat quietly in the back of the car. I spoke to him some times and he answered me politely at all times. God, I thought, he is so good. What would it take to upset or anger this boy.
At the hotel the manager looked with suspicion at Philip. I had explained that 'my son' would be well behaved when I booked by telephone. The manager was concerned that with so many older gusets an eleven year old boy could be trouble in the indoor pool, retaurant etc. I answered that the boy was well behaved and that he would be severly punished if he misbehaved. Ihad added that I believed in firm discipline 'if you know what I mean' and that the boy would be good.
With Philip dressed so smartly the manager now simply smiled and handed over the two door keys and hoped that we enjoyed our stay. I must admit that checking in to the hotel and with the young manager thinking that Donna and I were married and Philip was my son, gave me a good feeling. I only hoped I could find the chance to administer some fatherly discilpine to Philip. If he was going to continue to be the model child this would be impossible.
With Philip in his room and Donna and me unpacking in ours I suggested that I would take Philip to the pool to give Donna a chance to rest before dinner. She quickly agreed so I walked in through the connecting door and told Philip to get his swimming trunks and come along with me. As we headed off to the pool I told Philip that he had been really good on the journey and that he was a graet kid. he smiled at me and replied that his mum had told him to be good that weekend and added 'or else'. I wanted to take this further. What was 'or else', but I simply replied that I hoped we would all have a good time and that he and I would become friends. He smiled back and flicked his hair out of his forehead again.
In the pool changing room I suggested that Philip undress first while I put his clothes in the locker. I held onto his trunks and had no intention of handing them over until the boy was fully undresssed. I expecetd him to argue but he simply undressed without fuss. He turned away from me as his lowered his white briefs adn his bottom was revealed for the first time. I was amazed at the sight. He was perfect. Slender with a small waist and two perfect buttocks, firm and white. He turned, smiling and held out his hands for the trunks. I stared at him , enjoying the sight of the naked eleven year old. I handed his small blue speedos over and he slipped them on.
I told him to wait for me at the pool edge and I quickly chanegd into my baggy swim shorts. I needed to by then.
Our time in the pool passed uneventfully. We had the place to ourselves. Philip swam like a fish. His energy levels were superb. He raced me, and won each lap, we played. I lifted him up by his waist and threw his back down in the water. he laughed and I loved every second. We decided to leave the pool when an elderly couple arrived. We laughed quietly at the stares they were giving us. They seemed diappointed that we were having so much fun. Anyway, I helped dry Philip, he did not mind, we dressed and returned to our rooms.
Donna was sleeping when we arrived at our rooms. I suggested that I helped Philip with a shower and then he could dress for dinner, that would give his mum some extra rest. I had expected Philip to object. I thought an eleven year old would tell me to get lost, politley or otherwise, and how he was far too old to have an adult help him, but he did not. I had a quick thought that this was all going too well. I became nervous. Would he tell his mum abut my suggestion, would she object, had he agreed because she had tld him to be goog 'or else'.
I suggested to the boy that he undress for his shower. I would turn it on a get it the correct temperature. The next thing a naked boy walked into the shower room. I looked at hism and tiold him the water was fine. He stepped in and I took some shampoo and started to lather it on his head. The boys eyes were shut, as the shampoo fell down his face so I was able to watch intently as the soap washed down the slim smooth body. He turned with his back to me giving me a lovely view of his rear.
I wanted to rub my hands over his little soft butt, but of course I could not.
I wanted to slap it and watch my hand print rise, but I could not.
I wanted to slap it and watch it bounce, but I could not.
I wanted to slap it and hear the boy cry out ' ouch, that hurts!'', but I could not.
I simply watched the body in front of me and wished.
When he was rinsed I held the large white towel out for Philip to step into and waled behind him into his room. I layed out on the bed and wacthed him dry off, I chose some clothes for him to wear for dinner. I chose some gray shorts and a smart pale blue shirt and dark blue tie. I helped him blow dry and comb his hair. He looked delightful in his smart outfit.
I told the boy he looked smart and he smiled at me. I left him watching TV and returned to my room. In my bath I thought what a greeat afternoon I had enjoyed with Philip. I liked the iea of being a dad to such a delightful boy and made up my mind that I would ask Donna to become my wife. As I stretched out in the warm bath the thought of the old school cane in my loft came into my mind at the same time as the memory of Philip bending to get into the car. I massaged my hard on like fury and wondered what the evening in the hotel's expensive restaurant would bring.