Holidays 7


by Rosewood

As I drove the rented car the short distance from the tennis club to the house I noted that Jason was unusually quiet. I glanced into the rear view mirror at his face. He is a good looking boy, his hair was still a little too long and I would have to arrange for it to be cut soon. However I was more interested in his countenance. He seemed unusually subdued.

Alhtough I keep all three boys on a tight rein (one has to as a single dad) each of my sons has a bright and lively personality. They are very active boys. That is why I need to put my cane and the plastic flyswatter to use so often.

''Do I have to have David as my coach daddy'' Jason asked.

''Why do you ask Jason?'' I replied

'well....its just that he is the strictest coach and I dont really like him'' my thirteen year old replied.

''What do you mean Jason?'' I asked. I had heard from our friends that David, the newest of the coaches, was strict and some of the parents had chosen other coaches. David was the youngest coach at the club and new that summer and I guessed that he had something to prove. Each Saturday there is a competition and the coaches like to se their students doing well.

''Well'', Jason began,''David makes me take a shower after the training... the others dont make you do that''

''There is nothing wrong with having to take a shower Jason'' I replied.

''Well he watches'' Jason went on and I looked in the rear view and saw that his face was red.

I was silent. David would have noticed that Jason did not wear any underpants when he goes to the club during the lesson so I was intrigued that he required Jason to shower and then get changed back into his shorts, shirt, sock and trainers. I was suddenly more interested. As I was about to speak Jason began again.

''When he mades me touch my toes he spanked me''

It emerged that Jason had deliberately mis hit a ball which had gone onto the next court and accidently hit another coach on the arm. No harm had been done but David had been mad with Jason.

Jason was clearly embarrased telling me this but I changed the subject by informing him that both Jake and Simon had been in trouble whilst he was at his tennis for jumpimg too close to one another in the pool (this is possibly the biggest single cause of pool side spankings at our summer house) and that they were both in their bedrooms with very sore bottoms. I wondered if David was back at the club worrying that Jason would be telling me that david had spanked him, and how I might react.

When we returned to the house I told Jason to change into his swimming briefs and that he could play in the pool. The next thing he was enjoying the last of the late afternoon heat lying on his lilo in the pool.

I telephoned the club and booked an early morning tennis lesson for Jason the next day and one for Simon, my seven year old, for the late afternoon. I requested David take them.

What remained of the rest of the day passed relatively quietly. I gave Jake a whacking after his shower.

I had to repeat several strokes, reminding the ten year old to keep still and quiet. All I ever seem to do with Jake is remind him to keep his legs apart and listen to cries of ''it hurts daddy''. Each firm crack of the thin junior cane was followed by a rewarding yelp from the boy. He had left my bedroom with four dark red stipes branded across the peak and lower part of his slim firm young bottom.

The boys look ever so smart ready for the trip to the restaurant. Jason is in his thin long trousers and Jake and Simon are in their smart shorts.

They each faced the wall in the hallway as usual before we left the house, for inspection, and I pulled the seam of each of their waistbands away inspecting them to ensure no underwear. Jake walked to the car a little stiffly, the marks on his bottom clearly still quite painfull.

There were several families that we know dining at the restaurant that evening. When conversation amongst us died down I amused myself wondering how many of the other boys in the place had had their little bottoms whacked that day.

The next morning I left Simon and Jake with the maid to drive Jason to the club. David was ready on court as usual. As we walked towards him, Jason whined about not wanting to stay for his lesson but I just ordered him to be quiet unless he wanted me to spank him there and then. Although there were very few other people around that early in the day, Jason decided to co-operate.

I walked down to the court with Jason. David smiled at Jason and then greeted me. The coaches are always very respectful to the parents, with an eye to future bookings and a tip. I think they gauge the type of parent they are dealing with and modify their training techique accordingly.

I requested that Jason be ''put through his paces and no slacking''

Turning to Jason, who was standing at my side, looking embarrased that his father was speaking to the coach he disliked so much.

''If he gives you any trouble'' I added smiling ''let me know''

As I spoke these last words I reached down and patted Jaosn on the back of his tight, almost see through shorts. This would be Jason's last year without a jock strap or thong. His legs and buttocks were developing nicely and, although his waist was still thin, a small thong would probably fit him later that year.

''No problem sir'' David replied. I turned to walk away.

David was a good looking youth, probably a student working the summer and about nineteen or twenty I guessed, fit and over six feet tall. He was clearly an excellent athlete and in good shape.

As I walked away I heard David speak to Jason in a very authoritative way, almost head-master fashion..''Four warm up circuits....medium pace''.

I turned to see a very sorry looking boy begin his circuits. I headed straight to the bar inside the clubhouse which overlooks the courts. I stood behind a thin curtain where I could not be seen.

By now Jason was back standing in front of his coach.

I stood a little away from the window where I could see the court clearly but could not be seen myself.

I saw Jason turn with his back to david and then bend forward, he was touching his toes. I noticed david looking up oward the clubhouse. I guessed he was lloking to see if I was there and, not seeing me, he lifted his right arm back before bringing it down sharply on Jason's right buttock.

That must have really stung, I thought. Jason was moved physically forward by the wallop and David said something to him. Jason remained bending as David folded his arms and looked at the bending boy.

I left for the car and drove home.

During the quick journey home I decided not to spank Simon at all that day so that his bottom would be completely white when he showered for David that afternoon.

When I showered youngest son that evening after his tennis lesson I saw red hand marks on his bottom. The marks were not the shape of those given to a bending boy in a standing up position but across his small bottom as if given in a over the knee position.

I decided then that I would invite David for a barbecue later that week.

Of course I had to endure all sorts of begging from Simon not to make him go back to the club for David.

David was very polite at the barbecue, and helped by cooking and cleaning away. He got Jake and Simon to help. I liked to see that, like me, he expected the boys to help with the work and not just play. Some close neighbours canme along but their daughters are older than Jason so the boys were actually a little bored. It did not escape my attention that David was continually looking at Simon that evening.

I sent the two younger boys in to change into their sleeping shorts. They came out to say goodnight. When the neighbours left I asked David to stay a little longer.

He sat with Jason and talked about x boxes or something unknown to me and I went in the see my two younger sones. They both lay on their tummies with their shorts at the top of their legs. I patted Jake first and then, after pulling up his soft cotton shorts I turned to Simon. I rubbed my youngest son's small round bottom. It was only a faint pink, hardly marked at all, soft and smooth like a baby.

''I hope you will be a good boy tomorrow Simon'' I siad as I gently rubbed his bottom.

''I will daddy'' he replied in his sweet voice.

I pulled up my youngest son's shorts and wished them a goodnight.

I returned to the patio by the pool and told Jason to go and fetch David and me a cold beer. When the boy had gone inside I explained to David that the next day I had to take Jason to the hairdresser and that this meant I would be away from the house for about an hour. I asked him if he might be free to babysit for Simon and Jake but that , if it was any trouble at all, I could make other arrangements.

I was not surporised when David agreed. He must have had classes to teach at the club but he was clearly prepared to pass on his responsibilities for the chance of an hour with my two young sons.

We agreed that I would collect him at three pm the next day.

I added that I was sure that he could manage the boys. I told him that they would have just ended their siestas and that they were well aware of my rules both in the house, garden and pool. I added that David had my consent to punish either boy if he thougth it necessary. I knew that he would.

Jake and Simon diod not want to stay with David. Simon had told me of the time, earlier in the week, when David had put him over his knee after watching him shower at the end of the coaching session. However, after the threat of a swatting he agreed, preferring to take his chances with David than spend the morning nursing an inflamed and stinging bottom from me.

Jason likes his private time with me. We finished at the hairdresser and made our way along the coast road.

When we returned to the house I was not surprised to find it quiet. I walked softly toward the house and noticed Jake sitting on his own on a sun bed. he was reading a school book.

I approached him and saw that he had been crying.

''I don't like David, daddy,'' the ten year old sobbed.

''Where is your brother'' I asked.

''He is being punished'' Jake responded.

Jason came over and sat next to Jake. The boys have a noce habit of comforting each other when they are in trouble. It is very touching.

''Wait here'' I told Jason and headed in to the house.

As I walked into the hallway I could hear Simon crying. Through a crack in the door I could see him standing facing the wall with his hands on his little head. I looked at his bottom and it was quite red. David must have given him some wicked punsihment.

I pushed the door slowly. As I did so I saw David was lying on his back on Simon's bed. He noticed me and quickly pulled up his swimming shorts.

''Have you been a bad boy'' I said looking at Simon. He turned and ran over to me. He grabbed my waist and cried freely .

I looked back at David and smiled at him. He smiled back. Simon clng to me. he had plainly taken a good hard spanking.

''Simon'' David shouted

''get back to the corner...this minute''

Simon looked up at me, his tears flowing freely ''daddy pleeeease...my bottom hurts...David smacked me s...s...so h..h..hard'' Through his tears the seven year old was struggling with his words.

''Do you want another spanking Simon''? David shouted again.

I looked down at my son whose eyes were red, filled with tears and pleading for me to hug him and send David away.

''Do as David tells you boy'' I shouted at Simon. Crying even more loudly, Simon returned to the corner.

David rose from the bed, walked over to the boy and moved his hands for him so that they were clamped on the top of his matted blond hair. In his hand was a wooden spoon from the kitchen. He held Simon's hands tightly on his head and whacked the spoon down on Simon's small round and very red bottom. Simon screamed in pain as the wood met his already sore bottom flesh. He stayed in place, presumably terrified of moving.

''Probably be some bruises tomorrow'' David said, looking at me.

We both left the room.

I called Jake into my bedroom later that afternoon and telling him that David had explained that both of them had jumped inot the pool too close to each other I caned my middle son very hard over my knee with the juinor cane.

Jake screamed as each slash of the whippy cane met his bared bottom. David, who was witnessing the boys caning from a chair on the other side of the bedroom, was clearly enjoying the second show of the day.

David joined us for dinner at our favourite restaurant that evening. It was my way of saying thank you.

Just to end the events of that evening I can tell you that I only rent a small car so Simon had to sit on David's lap all the way to the restaurant. David made the youngster sit with one leg on either side of his knees. David had chosen the boys clothes for the evening and they were all in their smallest shorts. David had helped me supervising each of the boys and bathing them that evening. Simon had the inside of his right thigh slapped several times on the journey that evening for not sitting still.


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