Most of this story is true. I had wriiten about the first part previously but will give some details as background.
I had first noticed the young blond haired boy as he was in the path of my approach at the Mall. He was lying on the ground, basically just enjoying himself. I was a little way off at this point. Suddenly a woman I took to be his mom shouted at him and reached out pulling up off the floor by his left arm. She pushed him up against the window of a store and then, to my absolute horror, she slapped the right cheek of his lovely face. She yelled ''I told you to wait here'' or some such words. I then noticed two girls, a little older, arrive on the scene.
I walked quickly inside a store opposite where the boy now stood, tears falling down his face. He was so cute that I wanted to go over and slap the woman myself.
Things calmed down and I continued my route. It was maybe half an hour later when I noticed the four individuals again. Clearly the boy's punishment was forgotten. He was skipping and singing along behind the woman I took to be his mom and the other slighty older girls. He seemed quite happy.
You may have already know that I moved in with mary about three months later and that wehave now been married for a further three months.
Mary does not slap Adam now. I discipline him whenever necessary. The girls are not spanked, they are sent to their rooms. They seem more sensitive than Adam. He is all boy even though he is only five years old. He runs, never walks, does not follow instructions well and is into everything and basically a little mischievous.
Sometimes I have to take him to his room twice a day. I prefer to spank moderately and often rather than harshly.
This afternoon I am minding Adam whilst his mom takes the girls out shopping. As a single mom, her boyfriend never sends maintenance, she had difficulty with finances. This home is too small and we will buy a new one by the beach in two or three months. We are waiting for the kids adpotion papres to come back.
My stock options did real well and now I consult for extra income. Mary does not know how weathy I am, although she was very shocked to learn that a 43 year old does not have to work to earn a living. I keep my financial matters quite apart from my new family.
I had sent Adam up to his room. He had the evidence on his face. The little boy had taken a chocolate cookie without permission and then denied it. I had put the cookies out for us to enjoy when Adam had finished palying in the yard. He had stood in front of me (he needed a haircut I remember thinking, his blond locks falling down his forehead and over his eyebrows) and announced that he had not taken a cookie. The brown chocolate mark next to his mouth, which he could not see, had told me otherwise. In addition I had counted the cookies, suspecting a repetition of the naughty behaviour I had seen previously.
The slim boy was topless and I told him to go to his room and get ready for me. That has been code for 'get undressed and stand in the corner' since I first moved in with Mary.
When I spank Adam I usually use one of his mom's slippers. It has a flexible placstic sole and gets results quickly. Ben nows that he is not to cry out or make a fuss or the spanking will last linger so he climbed obediently across my left knee and I held his in position before commencing the spanking. After about six whaps of plastic on young boy bottom skin it was red and I was about to stop and hug Adam when I heard the front door bell ringing.
''Go wait in the corner'' I ordered. The small boy walked to his corner rubbing his bottom as he went.
''Hands on head Adam'' I called, and the bottom rubbing ended and the boy obediently placed each of his small hands on his head. Adam was quite brave. The spanking had clearly stung but he was not crying and he had taken the spanking well for such a young boy. I was proud of him.
On opening the door I immediatley recognised the kid's father from a photo that Mary had shown me. He stood taller than me, at least six foot, slim with blond short cropped hair, a dirty jacket and faded jeans. A cigarette in his hands. he took a drag and aksed
''Mary about?''
''No'' I replied, pretending not to know who he was.
''How about the kids or have they moved on'' he asked
''I am sorry, Mary is away for a while....I am a neighbor and I am mnding the errrr...cat....I can give her a message when they get back''.
I was afaird that the curiosity of the door bell ringing would be to much of a temptation to Adam, not withstanding my instructions and his hot little botom, and that he might come down the stairs at any moment. He was at the age where he had no inhibitions about being nude.
I imagined that I would be beaten to pulp by this man at the door.
''Can I say who called?'' I asked innocently, wanting this meeting to end quickly.
''Just say that Jack says its fine with him and the papers are in the post. I only came to say goodbye to the kids''
My heart leapt. Well its probabably best you dont see them, I thought.
The guy turned and walked off and got into an old pickup. As he walked away I studied his butt, it was tight and firm looking under the faded jeans.
''Like father like son'' I smiled to myself. As Jack took another drag on his cigarette and disguarded the end onto the pathway I wondered how long it would be before Adam experimented with such things.
I was determined to keep the son fit and healthy even if his dad was a loser.
I shut the door, decided that Mary and I should move on to another part of the country, and went to Adam's room.
He was a sight. Still with his hands firmly on the top of his head he turned to me. His big blur eyes flashed, he smiled and said
''See....I am still being a good boy''
I replied
''Adam, I will always be here to make certain you are a good boy....come here''
Adam ran to me and I hugged him tight with my left hand around his slim waist. I genlty caressed his still red bottom with the other hand.
I never told Mary of my meeting that day. Some days later we left the house and moved into a hotel far away and eventually found the property we share today.
I often think about how things will go and I am pleased that I met Jack.