A Good Smack


by Anonymous

The children had grown up in a poor part of the country. They had a samll home and no real space to play. The park was fine but there were other, bigger kids, around and their parents did not have the time to watch them.

I mwt their mother thoriugh and ad she had placed.

Living in a prosperous part of the country in my own large home with large garnes I could provide the two boys, Jason and Tim, with everything they had not enjoyed yet in their ten and nine years.

Both boys were slim, without being thin, and blond, with short cropped hair, which I happen to dislike.

They had never seen a home like mine, they had grown up in small rooms and from what I could gather (without showing too much interest) had been bullied and constantly smacked by the man that Karen had now left. He had not even been the boys father, he had left her wehn jason was only six, so she was free to mary, if we decided that was a step we wanted to take. At only 30 Karen would probably be ok with having more kids and we had only talekd about that in a vague way.

Although I would descibe my self as a fair and reasonable man I have strong views about the discipline of young boys, probably a little old fashioned.

I set rules for Jason and Tom and agreed a series of punishments which would be given for any infringement of the rules.

When I returned from the office both boys had been sent to their bedrooms by their mother. She reported that they had both been naughty all day and she had bathed them and sent them to their rooms, prommising that she would report their behaviour to me.

I climbed the stairs, knowing that they would hear me approaching and decided to dela with Tom first. I changed inot more comfortable evening clothes, picked up the plastic soled slipper I had bought to use on Tom and walked into his room.

I looked at Tom and he looked up at me in that ''I haven't done anything wrong'' innocent look that I love so much.

I told the nine year old to come to me as I sat on the edge of his bed. Their mothers boyfriend had been quick to smack the boys but I don't think he had punished them in the formal, slow way, which I enjoy. This was interesting because they were kind of trained to accept a spanking before they came to live with me. It meant that the arguing and protesting part of the session did not exist. The boy walked to me slowly. He was wearing the soft cotton blue pyjamas which are like a teeshirt and long soft trousers. There were no buttons to undo.

''Arms up and stand still'' I ordered, and the little boy stated to get red eyes, not yet crying but you know....

I reached into his trouser pants and pulled them down. I admired the boy standing before me bravely awaiting punishment and then turned him to my right side before easing him across my thighs.

The small bottom was smooth and round. The humps were delightfull. I placed my hand on Tom's warm little bottom and began, as I always do, by patting it gently. This way the boy gets familiar with the feel of my hand on his bottom. He lay there not moving. His hair, now grown a little long, hung down his head and his arms supported him on the carpet in fromn of my left foot. The boys back thighs and legsalmost touched the flooor behing him. I placed both hands around Toma waist and lited him a little further forward so that the back of his small bottom was a little further forward giving me a lovely view of his soft white bottom and access to the top of his thighs, if I needed to give then some whacks.

I patted again for a few minutes.

I lifted up the slipper. Tom saw me do this out of the corner of his sye and started to ask me not to samck him. I teased the yopung boy, as if considering whether to go ahead. I placed the sole of the slipper across the middle of the up-turned nude bottom. Tom asked me not to hit him hard. I enjoyed hearing the boys pleas but never doubted that I would use this, as all opportunities given to me, to ensure that the little bottom would be hot and stinging by the time I had finished with it.

As far as I am concerned the occassional, if hard, smacks that the boys were used to in their past life would be replaced with agonising and severe whackigs which would really set fire to their bottoms and leave them with the memory of their spankings for a long time.

Later I left Tom and visited Jason's room where I undid the buttons of his pyjama trousers and lifted him over my knee in the same way I had Tom. Jason's bottom is a little fuller but I repeated the process, perhaps rubbing Jason harder than I had Tom.

I use the small two foot rattan cane on Jason. It leaves delicious vivid red srtipes which are usually still visible when I inspect his bottom in the mornings. Bottom inspections are made daily and help the boys accept their status in the house.

The end.


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