That night Ben went to bed in a sulky mood. He had been punished at school and now his Dad was talking of giving him a belting. And not only that, he had threatened to do so in front of his Mother and younger brother. As he thought about what had happened at school and the sight of his friend Jason's bum with its six deep red stripes across it, his _c_o_c_k_ started to rise. Ben was no stranger to masturbation, but because he was an athlete, he tried to limit the activity. Ben had a girlfriend Dianne, that he liked and while he had kissed and had fumbled at her breasts a few times, twice to be exact, had gone no further. Now the images of Jason's bottom and Dianne's breasts started flashing alternately in front of his eyes and he came all over the sheet and himself and he had hardly touched himself.
In the morning he got out of bed and had a shower, got dressed in his school uniform and then changed his sheets. Going downstairs he put the dirty sheets in the laundry basket and went into the kitchen. His Mother was preparing the family breakfast.
"Hi Mum, sorry about yesterday and the other day." His Mother was easier to talk to than his Dad, specially when they were alone.
"Ok Ben, you've been punished, now try and put it behind you."
"Mum, I've changed my bed and made it this morning."
His mother looked at him for a moment then smiled, "Thanks, Ben, now here is your breakfast," pushing a plate loaded with eggs sunny side up, sausages and bacon across the table. "Toast and juice coming up."
"Thanks Mum." Ben carried his plate to his place at the table and sat down. "Yeow," sitting down again gently.
"I guess you'll be doing that for a couple of days son," said his Father coming into the kitchen.
"Yes Dad, I guess I will."
Chris came into the kitchen, "Say Ben do you need another cushion?"
"Not this morning, thanks bro."
The family settled down to have breakfast chatting. Ben was thinking 'its as though nothing has happened, but my bum is still sore. At least its not throbbing any more.'
After breakfast he went upstairs and finished getting ready for school. Putting his bag over his shoulder he went to the kitchen to say he was leaving.
"I'm off Mum, Dad."
"Ok Ben, take care," his mother replied.
His father looked over the top of the newspaper, I guess I don't have to tell you to be good, do I son?"
"No dad," said Ben rubbing his backside carefully. His father smiled and raised his paper to continue reading as he sipped his second cup of coffee.
Ben left the house and went along the road to Colin's home, where he had to wait a couple of minutes until Colin came out. Colin looked pale and was walking carefully.
"Thank God we don't have gym today."
"Why?"
"Cause my old man gave me another hiding last night. My bum is so sore, I don't want to do things that might bump it."
"Yeah my Dad was in a wax as well. He threatened to belt me and then made me drop trou in front of Mum and Chris, so they could see the damage. I felt like a idiot standing there bare arsed specially in front of Mum."
"At least my dad whacked me in my bedroom away from the rest of the family. How's your bum?"
"Sore, it still hurts to sit down."
"Come on we'd better get going or we will miss the bus."
For two weeks all went well, Ben worked diligently at school and at home was cheerful and did his share of the chores about the place without grumbling. Then one Friday evening he asked his parents if he could go to stay with Jason for the weekend. They refused because they didn't think Jason was a very nice boy even though he was Ben's friend.
Ben's father said, "If it had been Colin or Jack there wouldn't be a problem." Ben glared at his father then left the room slamming the door after him with a bang.
"If looks could kill, you would have cooked in your chair," said Mrs Stroud.
"Do you think I was too hard on him?"
"No, I guess he is trying to fly a little, I'm tired shall we go to bed?"
"Ok, I'll come up in a minute."
Next day the men of the family were outside mowing lawns and generally tidying up. It was Ben's turn to sweep out the garage.
"Dad move the car so I can sweep."
"Please."
"Yeah I said move the car so I can sweep."
"Ben, if you are sulking about not going to Jason's place for the weekend, you are ensuring that you wont be going any where for a long time by your attitude."
"Yeah, well it stinks. I'll be the only one of the crowd that wont be there."
"Ben remember what I said two weeks ago about behaving, well you are right on the line at the moment. I suggest that you cool off and think about what you are going to say before your mouth gets you into further trouble young man."
"All I asked was move the bloody car and now you are making a major case out of it."
"That is it. You were warned about mouthing off to your Mother or I, I want you inside my office in five minutes young man. Am I understood?"
Ben looked at his father all of a sudden realising that he had gone over the edge. It was going to happen, he was going to get that belting that his father had promised him. Geeze why couldn't he have just said please instead of mouthing off. He turned and headed towards the house.
He heard his Father talking to Chris, "I will shift the car as Ben asked and then I want you to wash it for me. Ok? Ben will be out shortly to finish tidying the garage and then sweeping it out."
Ben slammed into the house and went into his father's office. Mrs Stroud heard the doors slam and thought 'oh no what has got into Ben now?' Meanwhile Mr. Stroud had gone into the garden at the back of the house and cut off a nice swishy willow switch. He had determined that he only wanted to give Ben a good hiding once. His Dad had belted him until his backside was raw sometimes and he had earlier vowed that he was not going to do that to his kids, but enough was enough.
As he came through the kitchen, "John, what are you going to do to Ben?"
"I'm going to tan his hide, he has had this coming for a while, even before he got into trouble the other week."
"He is growing up dear. Didn't you push your Dad occasionally to test the water."
"Yes, but I was always respectful of him. I certainly knew my place in the family and if I forgot I was soon reminded as I am going to remind that young man in there."
"Yes well remember that he is a young man now."
Mr. Stroud didn't reply but went on to his office.
"Ben was standing by the window, but he was looking at the door as his Father came into the room. His eyes widened as he saw the willow switch in his Father's hand.
"Dad, Dad I'm sorry for being rude, but I was upset."
"Ben being sorry is only half of it. You were warned two weeks ago that you were on thin ice, yet here we are now." Ben looked at his Father as he went on, " When I was your age ofcourse I pushed to get freedoms, but I was wise enough not to push too far. Also your Mother and I have always treated you with respect so we expect respect in return. Am I understood."
"Yes Dad."
"Let us get this over and done with. After this I want you to go and finish tidying the garage and then sweep it."
"Yes Dad," said Ben knowing shortly his bum was going to get warmed in no uncertain manner, but wondering how.
"When my Dad gave me a hiding it was always on the bare tail, but I am not going to do that to you. I want you to drop your jeans and underpants so that I can see the damage from that hiding you got at school before we start."
Ben turned away from his Father and unbuckled his belt and pushed down his jeans and underpants. His buttocks still had bruises though they were yellow and gray, just about faded. His father brought a chair over to where Ben was standing.
"Pull up your underpants son and bend over the chair with your hands on the seat."
Ben did as he was told. He felt the switch being tapped against his bum. Heard the swish as it came through the air, then the crack as it landed. All of a sudden there was a line of fire across both cheeks. There was a pause of about five seconds and another swish followed by another line of fire. Ben wondered how many. He had to be brave. He was going to show his Father that he could take it.
At the sixth stroke he let gulping gasp out.
"That is it son, you took that well. But I don't want to do this again, so it is up to you. Ok?"
Ben stood up his bum was on fire, but at least he was not crying this time. The strokes his Father had delivered were every bit as hard as the caning Ben had got at school two weeks earlier, and by the feel of them were just as accurate, all down the lower area of his bum. Perhapes if his father had gone to eight like the headmaster had he may have cried. He rubbed his bum gently wincing to himself as he bent over to pull up his tight jeans. Pulling the jeans over his buttocks gently he could feel the raised ridges where the willow switch had done its work. He looked at his father.
"I'll try Dad."
"That's all I ask son, now go and finish your chores."
Ben went outside a lot more quietly than when he had come into the house.
THE END