This story continues the one I wrote last evening.
It's Sunday evening and ben has gone back with his mom.
As usual, it has been a rather grey day here. This morning it was raining but it is dry now.
I called Ben into my room this morning. He was already up and watching TV, although he still looked tired when he knocked (I am glad he remembers to do that now) and came in. I patted my legs which were under my sheets and Ben climbed up onto the bed and across my lap. I pulled his PJ's down slowly and saw that his bottom had no sign of last evenings spanking. I rubbed his bottom for a while, it was soft and warm to the touch and then told him he could go.
Later that morning we were dressed and ready for church. Ben wears the clothes I bought him for church, a pair of smart long pants, white shirt, red and blue striped tie and a smart V neck sweater.
On the way to church I asked Ben if he had remembered his handkerchief. He often forgets and it is one of the things that he needs a little reminder from me about. Ben replied that he had and we arrived at the church just in time.
We took our usual places behind the Johnsons. They are a teriffic couple with twin 13 year old boys. They also ensure that the boys look smart for the service and sitting behind them I enjoy quite a view of the boy's behinds. I often wonder if old man Johnson is a spnker like me and if he is I expect he has quite a time. His boys butts are fully grown into the seat of their trousers. I think he should get them some new ones for Christmas.
Anyhow, Ben went off with the other small kids during the sermon. I dont recall the detail except it was to do with the true meaning of Christmas.
During the drive home I looked at Ben in the rear mirror. He had a solemn, upset, look on his face. I thought that perhaps he had not enjoyed going off with the other kids so I asked him the reason.
Ben told me that he was sorry and that he had told me a lie. The look on his face told me that he knew what to expect as a result.
Ben started to cry and I asked him what was wrong.
He had not remembered his handkerchief after all.
Well I went thru the usual stuff about lieing and how serious it was especially as we had just been in church and that this could not go unpunished,''could it?'' I asked the sobbing seven year old.
''No daddy'' he replied. He always calls me daddy when he is in trouble with me or his mom.
I told him that I would deal with him after lunch and that he would spend the rest of the morning in his room and in bed. I had kept him up too late the night before and knew he could use a napp.
Ben said very little during lunch and did not eat that much.
I felt sorry for the boy but, like always, I was resolved to give the boy a thorough spanking after desert.
After lunch I followed Ben to his room. He was wearing his favourite soccer outfit, the one I got him for his birthday. You can clearly see his briefs under the loose nylon shorts but he seems to like his kit.
I sat on the edge of Ben's bed and he approached me glumly. I could tell he was about to cry again so I said in a matter of fact voice ''no crying or noise during your spanking Ben...or I will give you double''.
Ben , I guess like most boys, responds well to that sort of threat. It amuses me as when I say ''double'' even I do not know what I mean. I have always spanked Ben until his bottom is red and I know he has learned his lesson. It is a sort of idle threat but it always works with Ben.
Ben held back his tears and a few moments later he was back in his usual position across my left thigh with my right knee clamping his little bottom in place for the spanking.
I raised my hand and delivered the first hard sawt right on the middle of his bottom where it is at its peak.
Ben moved on my leg but did not make any noise even though I knew the slap had hurt.
My handprint rose on the smooth pink surface of the boy's narrow and pale bottom.
I smacked again, as hard as I could, but the boy still remained silent. His bottom turned a little pinker.
After about six hard smacks my hand started to sting a little and Ben's bottom was a pale shade of red from where the hand had slapped the same area of bottom skin. I stopped the spanking briefly and rubbed the surface of the boy's bottom.
I felt my hand had become a little hot. It was definitley time to start the boy with the as his mom had suggested. I wanted the boy's bottom to be a lot redder but it seemed to take more spanks to achieve the color I required.
After the break I swatted Ben again. This time he started to cry, but resisted saying anything or calling out. I smacked again, delivering about ten scorching spanks and Bens young bottom reacted and turned a deeper shade of red. I rubbed him for quite some time, kneeding his bottom flesh.
I wonder what it would be like spanking the Johnson twins. I expect old man Johnson gets quite a bounce going on his sons more pronounced buttocks.
As I lifted Ben up and pulled his thin white briefs back over his red bottom I told him ''make sure you never lie to me again Ben''
Ben replied thru his sobbs ''no daddy, I... I .., I'm sorry.''
Ben went off to watch TV while I went off to the bathroom.
Mary and the girls arrived late. Ben was pleased to see his mom and I told her that he had been a good boy that weekend but had needed two spankings. He did not need any further ounishment that night but as I bent down to kiss his goodbye I reminede Ben '' If you are naughty this week I will come round and pay you a visit. Don't give your mom a hard time son''
Mary smiled at me. She loves it when I call Ben 'son'. I think we will develop a closer relationship after Christmas. Perhaps I will propose at Christmas. What do you think?
I spent the rest of the day wrapping Ben and his sister's presents. I spoil that boy I really do.
Only one more weekend till Christmas. I wonder what ben will get up to next week.