Legs Up, Briefs Down


by Boy Teller

The 9 year old boy stood before his father in the study. Father had decided to give the boy a test to see how the lad was learning his lessons at school. Today's test was on Geography. Two weeks before father had noticed his son had been learning about Europe and he had devised 20 questions from the text book his son used at school. His son had failed the test and, as was the custom, father would now punish him for his failure. It wasn't the failure that annoyed his father but the apparent lack of effort the boy showed, and his reluctance to study. Father secretly enjoyed giving his son these tests and, although he would never admit it, enjoyed it more when his son failed to achieve the necessary pass mark. The pass mark was set at 50 per cent but the questions were designed to only be answerable if the boy had a good command of the subject. He had only scored 6 out of his 20.

Father addressed son "6 out of 20 is a poor score Andrew. You have obviously not learnt the subject as I expect you to and you will now face the consequences. Prepare yourself". Andrew knew what this meant and he walked to the cupboard where his dad kept his cane. He picked up the cane and placed it, handle towards his seated father, and placed it on the desk. Then he walked to the large leather armchair in front of the desk, stood by it's side, and removed his shorts revealing a tight pair of silver grey briefs. He then sat in the armchair. He then slid right down in the chair and raised his legs. Next he put his arms around his legs at knee level. Remembering he had forgotten something he slid his briefs down (up would be more accurate as his legs were pointing upward) to his ankles and put his hands back in position, grasping his legs and clenching his hands together.

Father then rose from his chair, picked up the cane and delivered the first of the 14 strokes he would give his son at the point where bottom meets leg. Andrew screamed, but he knew it would be no good expecting leniency. His father didn't have to tell him how many strokes he would get. For failing his father's tests he always got one stroke for every wrong answer. Andrew hated being caned in this position because he could see both his father's face and the descending cane. At least if he was made to touch his toes, his father sometimes made him assume the conventional position, he couldn't see what was going on and he preferred that. What he didn't realise though that his father's enjoyment of the punishment session was enhanced greatly by being able to see the effect each stroke was having on his son's facial expression. Father concentrated his attentions to the area of lower bottom, upper leg, pausing for several moments between each stroke so that he could watch his son's tears coursing down his cheeks. He really enjoyed this part. When finished he replaced the cane in the cupboard. Andrew knew better than to rise before he was told to and so waited, arms still round his upraised legs, for his father's permission to stand up. Father often left him in his punishment position for ages, in fact he would remain in his present position for a further 45 minutes tonight


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