14 Paul Jackson was not a happy boy. He had been caught at school drinking vodka in the toilets with his friend Jack. The head had called his parents and Paul knew what would be waiting for him when he got home.
The head had been very angry, telling Paul that he was very lucky. In his day anyone doing what he had done would have got six with the cane on the bare behind. Unknown to the head however Paul had probably recieved more corporal punishment during his 14 years than anyone got at home and school put together.
Paul was spanked and spanked hard ever since he was five. Almost every offence was punishable by spanking in one form or another Paul remembered despair as he walked on the numerous spankings he had recieved from his parents, mostly his Dad Underpants down, bend over and as many as 12 hard burning slaps from the back of a hard plastic dust pan brush. But just recently his father had got a cane, a thick whippy bamboo one. He had got it once. He didn't want it again His father had given him 12 and covered the whole of his bottom, not a white patch was left.
Paul never questioned the rights or wrongs of spanking. It was something he accepted as part of being naughty and all of his friends got it. His friend Jack was always bare bottomed across his mother's lap recieving good hard bottom whippings from her slipper.
Paul entered his front gate and slowly and woefully made his ways down the garden path to his front door. When he entered the living room his father was waiting for him on the arm chair.
"I don't like what I have been hearing about you young man," he said angrily.
"I'm sorry dad," said Paul. "Please don't hit me."
"Don't hit you," his father laughed. "Get your little bum upstairs now, your going to get the hiding of your life."
Paul made his way up the stairs to his room. He knew what to do. He took off his school trousers followed by his red underpants and waited for his father.
Down stairs Mr Jackson thought about the task he had ahead of him. He was chief spanker in his house and he intended to really punish his naughty son. He went to the cabinate in his study where he kept the bamboo cane an old school master gave him to punish his Paul when he needed it. And he really needed it now.
He made his son wait a good 15 minutes before making his way to his boy's room. His father always made him wait when he was paul's age. and he remembered how it added to the punishment.
When he entered the room his son was sitting on his bed, completely naked from the waist down. The dark haired, brown eyed boy rose when his father entered and then bent over his bed. Pauls small naughty bottom was ready for punishment. It was milky white and hairless. It wouldn't stay that colour for very long. The boy sobbed when his father informed him that he would be getting 15 strokes this time.
Mr Jackson didn't aim any-where in particular when he punished his boy. He just wacked the cane down any where on the boy's behind.
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK.
After six Paul cried out in agony, his bum was on fire.
"OW, DAD PLEASE NO MORE"
Mr Jackson paid no attention. His son needed this and he was getting it.
WHACK WHACK.
It was too much. Paul jumped up and cluched his red burning behind after just eight strokes.
"Get yourself bent over aigain now," barked his father.
Paul obeyed but was dismayed to hear that he would get two extra for standing. His bottom was so sore he thought he would die from it. His father did not stop until all 17 strokes were whacked down. By the end Paul was screaming and crying like a two year old.
"Now get up and go to bed." Said his father coldly.
Paul viewed his red and brusied behind in his bed room miiror. The whole of his backside was bright red. he slept on his front that night and on top of his bed cloths, his bare behind pionting up. He left his window open, so that a cool breeze would blow in on his bottom to sooth it.
At school the next day he squirmed in his seat. Sitting was so painful. He met Jack at play time and he told him about his punishment. He learned that Jack's mother had taken the slipper to him once again, but counted himself very lucky when later on the boy's compared bottoms in the toilets. The redness from Jack's slippering was almost gone were as Paul's was bruised and sore.
Paul coundn't sit down confortably for a whole week. He never touch drink again, remaining Tee total ever since.