It was the end of May when I first met my wife Jan. We were married only two and a half months later on August 7th. It was on August 5th when I met Elliot for the first time. He was Jan's 8-year-old son, my step-son to be. He had been away all summer visiting his grandparents, which he had done for the past three summers. He was a bit shy when I first met him, but I had known it wasn't going to be easy for him having a new step-dad that he didn't even know. However, we spent the entire day together, and after awhile we were really getting along well.
Jan and I never talked much about parenting. She just told me she wanted me to be as much involved in Elliott's life as I could be, and that included discipline. That was all that was said about that. He needed a father, and that's what I needed to be to him.
It was only two days after we had gotten back from our honeymoon when I got to see Elliot get a taste of discipline. We were moving their stuff from their apartment into my house and after awhile Elliot began to get restless. I knew that having to move stuff all day long was no fun for an 8-year-old. He began to complain and right away Jan began to scold him. It was late afternoon and we were nearly finished. We were arranging Elliot's bedroom, but he was in no mood to help. That meant that Jan and I had to arrange everything our own way without any input from Elliot. We had just finished when he came in. He had a slight fit, saying that it was all wrong. Jan was much too tired to put up with him any longer.
"Okay Elliot, now you're getting a spanking," she told him. "Drop 'em and bend over!"
Elliot didn't say a word. I stood there watching as he unfastened his pants and pulled them and his underwear right down below his bottom. He then bent over a large, cushioned chair that had been placed in the corner of his room. Jan went over to him, raised his shirt up to expose his little bottom, and the began to swat him with her open hand. He immediately began crying loudly. He received about twenty smacks, which left his entire bottom very red. He was sobbing when it was over and he stood up from his bent over position. His hands immediately clutched his sore bottom and he turned facing Jan. He didn't seem too worried about standing there with his privates exposed. When his cries died down to sniffling he pulled his pants back up.
Elliot was the sweetest, little boy I'd ever met. I loved him and treated him as if he were my own son. He was a good kid, but he did have his moments of mischief. He received four spankings that first week the three of us were together! Jan always warned him first, and if his misbehavior continued then she would announce that he was going to get a spanking. He always prepared himself without resisting or saying a word, pulling his pants fown just below his buttocks and bending over the nearest chair or table. She always spanked him soundly with her open hand until his entire bottom was bright red and he was crying loudly.
One Saturday Jan went on a little shopping spree at the local mall, leaving me with Elliot. As I walked by his bedroom I noticed it was a total wreck. Clothes were scattered all over the place and toys were all over the floor. Jan had told him twice that morning to clean his room before doing anything else. He was sitting at the t. v. in the living room playing Nintendo.
"Elliot, didn't your mother tell you to clean your room this morning?" I asked him.
"I'll do it after I finish this game," he replied, not taking his eyes off the t. v. screen.
"Elliot, she told you to clean your room before you did anything else this morning, and she told you twice to do so and it's still not done," I said. "Turn the game off now and come with me to your room. I'm going to give you a spanking and then you're going to stay in your room until it's clean."
He turned off the game and followed me off to his room. I carefully made my way over to his bed and sat down.
"Okay Elliot, pull down your pants and lie yourself over my lap," I told him calmly, yet sternly.
Without a word he unfastened his pants and pushed them down below his bottom. He then positioned himself over both my knees. Jan never put him over her knees, and even though this was my first time administering a spanking, I thought it was the best position for doing so.
With Elliot lying over my knees I took the waistband of his pants and batman briefs and pushed them further down his knees. I held him down and rubbed my hand over his baby-smooth bottom. I then began to give my first spanking ever on his small, bare bottom. He immediately began crying and then his legs began to kick wildly. I didn't let that interfere. I swat his bottom much more than twenty times, and by the time I stopped his butt was dark red, and he was howling. When I lifted him off my knees he grabbed his bottom and danced in place. His tiny _d_i_c_k_ flopped every-which-way.
Elliot is now a rambunctious 10-year-old. He still gets pants-down spankings on average of once or twice a week, although there are longer periods where he goes without a spanking at all. He always submits and willingly accepts his spankings, pulling his pants and underwear down on his own and without resistance. His most embarrassing, and memorable, spanking was in November when he was given a very severe, pants-down spanking in public at a nearby park, front and back entirely exposed and witnessed by several others including of his friends.