It was such a worderful butt, lightly outlined from his little boy speedo, yet with a touch of tan from the skinny dippy we did at the valley poperty I owned. Full round buttocks, about the size of a witermellon. Young, six year old Peter, was about to have his first spanking with the stick. The foot and a half of inch wide, dark, heart of redwood was about to meet Peter's back side. The situation which had brought the young sir to be drapped over my knees, Penney's boy's briefs and Billy-the-Kid jeans around his ankle, naked rear end up and presented for spanking, was his third time going to the park without telling anyone where he ws going to be.
"Well munchkin, how many?"
"Ten?" He said hesitently.
"I think that's a bit rough. What do you think of three?"
He thought about it and seemed to dismiss three as too little for how angry he knew I was. I really didn't think he was thinking deep enough to try for more spanks to cut down on the length of lecture after the warmed bottom, after all this was his first.
"Seven?" He tried.
"What about five?"
"Huh uh."
"Ready?"
"Yeah."
I rested the wood on his little bared butt and rubbed the surface I was about to spank with the inch wide face of the stick. I was always amazed at my own father's ingenuity at designing a stick which could be turned to create more or less sting on the butt being spanked. The stick was 3/4 of an inch wide on one face and 1 inch on the other, even though a 1/4 of an inch doesn't seem like much, but take it from one who knows, that little 1/4 of an inch could really turn hot into buring.
The stick rose and I brought it down with a measured smack across the little boy's naked upturned rear end. Peter bouced a bit and let out a little "huh."
I brought the stick down again, not quite as hard, just below where the first spank had been struck.
Swot, "huh", swot, "huh," this last spank under the first two and just above the backs of Peter's legs. There was a thundering of hooves and Peter's brothers appeared at the bedroom door where Peter's spanking was taking place.
"Oh, sorry Dad." My oldest boy Scott, 7, called. He knew he had to leave. He did not like spankings and never picked them for his punishment. He therefore wasn't allowed to see his brothers who did pick spanking as their punishment. Donald, 6, did and he worked his way for a better view of Peter. David, only four years old had not been spanked yet, so he went with his older brother to wait until Peter had finished his punishment.
"I hope dad does talk to long after Peter gets spanked." I heard my oldest one tell his youingest brother as they went to the livingroom. Scott was very familiar with my lectures.
I thought about spanking the backs of Peter's upper legs so he'd have a mark with other kids would see, but memories of the humiliation I had felt as a child when my spankings left those marks on me, kept the next two spanks above the crease between his buttocks and legs. The last spank being delivered with a firm stroke which again bounced the young sir bent over my knees.
"You never, never, leave this house and yard without letting me or your mother know where you are going. If we aren't here you don't leave the yard at all> Is that clear?" I asked as I reached down to pull his briefs up as he rubbed his red striped little behind.
"Yes daddy." He said, no tears or sniffing.
I was struck by the fact he wasn't crying and wondered if I was doing him a disservice by not blistering his rear like my parents always had done me. But looking at his dark brown eyes, Adam Rich like face, I knew I could never bring that kind of pain to him.
"I don't know what I'd do if you got hurt and I could be there to help. If you went someplace and we could find you I'd die from worry and so would your mom [not that I believed that for a second, but that's another story all together].
At this tears sprang to his eyes and he was balling out his "I'mmm hhhuuuhhhh sooory." and hugging my neck.
I knew the point was made. When he left to play with the other boys I then had to deal with another problem; I was very aroused from having pulled down his pants, putting him over my knee and spanking him. This was a situation I would have to take in hand.