Being a Friday, I decided to leave work a little earlier than usual, and head home. It had been a long, hectic week, and my secretary and sales staff were more than happy to have an early weekend. I drove at a leisurely pace through the suburbs towards home, pulling into the driveway just before two pm. At least I would have an hour or so before my stepson Damon would be home from school. Then all hell would break loose - I had agreed to have some of his friends over for the weekend. Damon never gave me any trouble, especially since the evening that I gave him his first ever caning (see Damon's Thrashing), and his best friend Nicholas was also a well behaved boy. I knew that his dad believed in the same discipline principles as I did, and we had a reciprocal arangement in terms of giving the boys hidings - Nick knew that if he stepped out of line, he would get the same punishment as Damon. (Nick from Dad's Cane).
But the boys had a new friend. Bradley had recently moved into their school, on a swimming scholarship, and the eleven year old was a very bright, very well mannered child, but I didn't know his parents at all.
As I stepped out of the car, I was surprised to hear splashing coming from the pool! Then the distinctive sounds of pre-teen boys' voices carried to me. I walked round to the back of the house, and there, sure enough, were three stark naked young lads frolicking in the swimming pool!
It was Nicholas who spotted me first, and quickly drew the other two boys' attention to me. They leapt into the water, standing at tummy depth, deeply embarrased. Damon smiled winningly up at me,
"Hi dad," he chirped, "you're home early,"
I wasn't so easily taken in,
"Yes, boys, so are you. Did school end early today? I didn't get a notice,"
The three lads traded looks, guilt oozing from their expressions.
"well, um, not really, dad," Damon began, searching for the right thing to say, "you see, exams are finished now, and schools a bit of a waste..."
I didn't let hm finish.
"So you three just decided to take the day off, then?"
The boys looked down into the water, and I was given the view of one dark head of hair, one blond and one straw coloured.
"Nicholas and Bradley, are you parents aware of this?"
Both my guests shook their heads.
"All of you, get out of the water,"
Three naked little boys did as they were told. And then stood before me, shivering slightly, hands modestly covering themselves. I passed each a towel, and ordered them to dry off, and then put the towels down. Naturally, they obeyed.
"Nicholas, I have permission from your father to deal with you in my house as I deal with Damon."
"Yes sir," the little blond nodded his head. He knew how Damon was dealt with.
"But Bradley, I have no such permission from your parents. So get dressed please. I will take you home when I have dealt with the other two. You will watch."
I don't know what Brad was thinking, but he quickly ran inside, got his shorts and shirt on and came back out again, to join his two naked friends. I made him stand out of the way, then focused my attention on Damon and Nicholas, both trembling now in fear of the pain that they knew that their bare little bottoms would be experiencing.
"Both of you, turn around, bend over and grab hold of your ankles,"
The boys obeyed immediately, and I was faced with two tighty bent little pre pubescent boys' bottoms, still with that typical chubbiness of boys their age. Some would say cute little bottoms. I knew that this was how they were expected to position themselves for the cane at school, and both boys had automatically widened their feet and moved apart from each other to give me room to administer their punishment. Their white, rounded little cheeks positively glowed in the afternoon sunlight. Damon still sported faint stripes from the caning that I had given him a few weeks ago for his poor effort at school, and on close examination, Nick's bottom was similarly marked.
"When did you last get a hiding, Nicholas?" I asked.
"About three weeks ago, sir," Nick responded, "my dad gave me a hiding with the cane for my report,"
I smiled to myself. Nicholas's dad and I obviously had very much the same ideas. Just a pity Bradley couldn't be disciplined in the same way. Although, from what I had heard, he was an exceptionally hard worker at school. Maybe these two would learn something from him. He didn't look like a nerd though - tall, thin but powerful body, strawberry hair, freckled face - looked _d_a_m_n_ naughty, actually.
Enough thoughts. Time for action. I took off my wide leather belt, doubled it over in my fist and snapped it four times across Damon's upraised bottom vigorously. The boy yelped in pain, and rocked on his feet, but kept still. I stepped over to Nicholas, and repeated the procedure, making sure I used all my momentum, really pounding the naked buttocks before me. Nick's reaction was the same, except he didn't really yelp - more a hiss of pain from him. I returned to the bending over figure of Damon, and as I placed my hand on the small of his back, the little boy clenched his now red bottom in anticipation of another onslaught from my belt. I hit him hard again, making sure that each of the ensuing four lashes wrapped right around his young behind, really stinging the exposed flesh. The boy writhed under the whip, but kept in position, as expected as each lash bit across his poor tail.
Nicholas was not spared either. I laid the belt just as hard across his bottom as I had across Damon's. Although he was a few months older than the dark haired boy, he was a bit smaller physically, and his bottom was therefore smaller in surface area, but slightly more chubby. If anything, though, the belt made an even more satisfying crack across Nick's little bum than it had across Damon's.
"Get up," I ordered, and the two little boys, faces red and tears dripping, stood, hands massaging bottoms firmly.
"As I'm sure you know," I began, looking down at the two crying little chaps, "I'm far from finished - in fact, that was just my warm up. I'll meet you two in the sitting room. Damon, don't forget the cane."
With that, I marched off, putting my belt back on as I walked, knowing that the boys would be along shortly.
I sat and read the newspaper, waiting for the boys. I didn't wait long. Two naked little lads entered the room, led by Damon, who was, for the second time, gingerly carrying one of my traditional junior school canes. Nicholas, no stranger to the cane in his own home, followed. Bradley brought up the rear, still fully dressed. I could see the guilt written all over his face - he was watching his two friends get sound hidings, while he was getting away with the same "crime" that they had committed.
Damon took up his position in the corner of the room, hands at sides, nose against the wall, and Nick, seeing Damon's position, found another corner and copied it. Bradley came to stand nervously before me.
"Sir?" He requested my attention.
"Yes Bradley?"
"Please can you sort me out like Damon and Nick? Please?"
I had never had a boy actually beg for a hiding before, so I was a little taken aback.
"No, Brad. I don't have the authority to give you a hiding from your parents, so it's not right for me just to thrash you. They must sort you out in their own way."
"They don't believe in hidings, sir. But please, sir, don't tell them! I'll be grounded for the Christmas Holidays, sir! Please just give me a hiding like the others - and then that's it! Please?"
"Well, Brad, I don't want to upset your parents..."
"Please sir! They won't know!"
I was persuaded. Anyway, it was only fair that all the boys got punished in the smae way. But Bradley clearly didn't know what he was in for.
"Brad, have you ever had a hiding, my boy?"
The eleven year old shook his head, and I sat back in the chair, flexing the cane that Damon had brought down for me to add drama to the moment and make the boy think carefully. His eyes were fixed on the thin implement designed for thrashing little boys' bottoms.
"It's very painful indeed, my boy. Are you sure that you are prepared to be treated exactly as these two - who've both had numerous hidings?"
"Yes sir," the boy replied, more subdued now.
"Very well," I agreed, "go upstairs and leave all your clothing along with Damon's and Nicholas's, then report back here again."
Bradley darted upstairs, and before long, he was down again, stark naked. He was a little taller than the other two, but by looking at his sleek, sinewy young body, I could see the results of his swimming. He was indeed a strong, muscular little chap. I stood up, took off my belt once again, and gestured for the naked boy to turn around.
"Bend over Brad, just like Damon and Nick did outside,"
Brad must have watched the procedure outside carefully - he didn't hesitate to assume the correct position, although I noticed that his knees were trembling as I placed my hand on the small of his back and lined the strap up across his pure white bottom - unmarked by previous sessions with the cane like the other two lads had had. I raised the strap and brought it down with force across the boy's buttocks, noting the surprised gasp of pain and slight jerk of the body as Bradley got his first ever real crack on his behind. His parents had never used corporal punishment, and he was from a school where it was not allowed, so he was getting his first hiding at my hands, and it was going to be a hiding to remember. I belted the bending boy again and again, steadily laying on the eight powerful strokes, as I had with Damon and Nick.
After three, Bradley's knees buckled slightly at each lash, but he bravely held onto his ankles, determined to brave his way through his thrashing. I didn'e hit him any softer than I had the others - n fact his hiding may have been even worse because I didn't pause after the first four as I had with Damon and Nicholas - Bradley got my full attention for his entire belting.
When I had completed eight strokes, I allowed Brad to stand, and he did so quickly, grabbing hia sore bottom, his freckled face red, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Ahhh," he sobbed, "that was bad!"
"You asked for it, Brad," I reminded him, "now go and stand like the other in a corner,"
Bradley obeyed, dragging his hand away from his burning behind, and soon in three corners of the room I had three little pre-teen boys, red bottoms glowing, waiting for the main course of their punishment, a hiding with the cane.
"Turn around, boys," I commanded eventually.
Three naked little boys, still tearful, turned to face me, hands still clutched in front of themselves to protect their hairless modesty. I stood, flexing the cane menacingly, and not one of them could look up to meet my eyes.
"Boys, due to the serious nature of what you have done, you shall each recieve one dozen strokes. Damon, you will be first, as you are the host," I dug in my pocket and flicked a coin over to Nicholas, whose mouth was hanging open at the severity of the sentence, "you two toss that coin to see who will be second."
The outcome of the coin toss was Bradley in second place, Nicholas to take the final thrashing of the day. I explained the rules of hidings to the boys (see Damon's Thrashing), then called Damon over to me to begin with the punishment. I made the other two boys return to their positions in the corners - they would be able to hear each other's canings, but not observe the cane making its impact on their bottoms.
I made Damon bend over in the same manner as he had previously for his hiding in this room - head and hands flat on the seat of a chair, legs straight, bottom pushed well up to be thrashed. His little chubby tail was still red from his belting, and as always with Damon, goose bumps stood up on his backside as I tapped it lightly with the cane in order to establish my aim.
In genuine schoolmaster fashioned, I swung the cane back and lashed it across the exposed little bare bottom of my step son. Needless to say, his body jerked with the pain of that first stroke, and he yelped in pain, but kept still.
"Ready for number two, sir," he said, strongly.
I caned him again vigorously, getting a similar response. Only after the fourth hard lash, did I hear the tearful,
"Please can I rub?"
Of course, as I had promised, I let Damon stand and rub his by now very sore young bottom, reminding him that it would add one lash to his total. He knew, and soon was bending over again, presenting his stripped bottom for more agonising chastisement. The punishment carried on, the sound in the room being the gun shot like cracking of the cane across bare eleven year old flesh, the boys sobbing and his requests for the next stroke. The time elapsing between requests for another lash grew as the pain across Damon's poor bottom increased.
It was only after the tenth stroke that the crying boy could take it no more. He had been wriggling a little from the sixth, and I was surprised that he had lasted so long as I blasted stroke after stroke across his naked buttocks.
"Ow, daddy, it's too much," he sobbed, "please can I rub again?"
Naturally, I let him up, and he firmly held onto his chubby bottom cheeks, rubbing them vigorously. The tears were pouring down his face, and I was certain that I was getting through to him.
"Just four to go," Damon murmered to himself as he lowered his body into the bending position one more time. At least he had remembered to count the extras that he had earned by asking to rub. I glanced at Nick and Bradley as they stood in their corners. Both boys had their heads right down, and I noticed that they had already clenched their red belted little bottoms, knowing that they soon would be enduring what Damon was receiving.
I turned back to the battered little bottom before me, and continued with the cane's onslaught. Damon cried out loudly and tearfully at each lash now, as I placed each stroke of the cane just above his legs. This must have been the most painful part of his hiding, and I made no effort to soften the blows, even although the boy was truly suffering. Eventually, the total of fourteen hard lashes from the cane, and I allowed the boy up.
Fourteen strokes was a good hiding for a naked eleven year old boy, on top of a sound thrashing with a leather belt, but it was well deserved, and Damon was tough enough to take it and learn his lesson. He leapt around the room, rubbing his burning bottom thoroughly, prominsing that he would always go to school in future, no matter what. When he had setled, and was just standing before me, rubbing his tail, I ordered him into the corner once again, with his hands at his sides. His poor bottom was well welted, particularly low down, where I had focused the hiding, where it is the most sensitive.
"Bradley, you're next," I reminded the slim swimmer, "come here and bend over."
Reluctantly, Brad walked across to me, then assumed the compromising position, ready for his hiding. He looked particularly vulnerable, especially as he had spread his legs very wide apart, and I had to ask him to bring his feet closer together - thin boys always do look particularly helpless when naked. Of the three little boys, Brad had the most pronounced Speedo tan - from all his time swimming training. As he bent, I saw the tears already in his eyes - he had heard the cane snapping across Damon's bare bottom, and heard Damon's cries, so he knew this would be no fun. He took some coaxing to straighten his knees to present his bottom fully upraised for my attention.
I wasted no time, smashing the thin cane aross Bradley's still pink bottom, for the start of his first ever hiding with a cane. he yelped in pain, and nearly stood, before he remembered that an uninvited rub would result in three extra strokes.
"Ow! Sir!," he squealed, "please can I rub?"
I let him up, but reminded him,
"Brad, that was only one lash - if you rub after each lash, you'll never get to the end of this hiding, because another lash will keep getting added!"
"I know sir," he nodded, bending over again, "I just wasn't prepared for how sore it would be!"
When he was back in position, I caned the naked boy hard again, and, to my surprise, he asked for the next stroke of his hiding almost immediately. We cntinued in this manner, crack of cane, gasp from boy and almost immediate request for the next stroke, for six strokes, then there was a pause.
"Please may I rub again, sir?" Bradley asked, after getting his breath back. His bottom must have been burning from the onslaught, but it was clear that he had worked out that delaying only made it worse.
The strawberry haired youngster took longer rubbing his bottom this time. He was more careful than Damon had been, carefully squeezing his cheeks, and feeling out the lines of his seven lashes. He kept his eyes closed and his teeth clenched as he carefully rubbed with both hands. The tears crept between his closed eye lids. I said nothing, and soon the little naked chap released his tail, bent over and slowly raised his bottom to receive some more of his hiding.
I continued caning, although the pace of the thrashing was slower now - Brad couldn't bring himself to ask for stroke after stroke as quickly as he had. He needed more time now to recover from each blistering blow, now being administered low on his tender bottom. He lasted another five, then had to ask for another reprieve.
He repeated his procedure for rubbing his bum, eyes closed, this time gently moaning as he rubbed some of the pain out of his fiery backside. He was taking his first ever caning very well indeed.
"Come now, my boy," I commented encouragingly, placing a hand on one sweaty bare shoulder, "just three to go. Bend over and get it over with,"
Bradley nodded, and bent, assuming the punishment position.
I swung the cane across the bruised lower buttocks, and Brad's legs buckled slightly at the pain, but he maintained his position, soon asking for the next. Again I lashed the boy, who was writhing slightly with the pain. It took the little naked eleven year old a long time to ask for his final lash, but when he did, I made it a good one, just in the crease where his legs meet his bottom. When I gave him permission to stand at the end of his fifteen lash hiding, he didn't jump around the room, as Damon had. He stood still, legs wide, back arched, hands clutching wounded bottom, an groaned. Then, without being bid, he sobbed,
"Thank you, sir, that was my first ever hiding, and it was bad. But at least it's over, and it's better than being grounded for the holidays. If I'm naughty again, I'd rather get punished by you than anyone else, sir."
I was rather taken aback by his sentiments, but I gave the naked little boy a hug, then sent him to his corner, hands at his sides. He bottom was in a similar state to Damon's, but because it wasn't as chubby as Damon's the damage looked worse.
Now was the turn of Nicholas, the blond with the chubbiest bottom of all. He didn't wait for me to call him, but walked straight over to me. He was slightly shorter than the other two, but had an inner strength about him that I knew would allow him to take a very severe hiding. he sniffed as he bent over, nose on chair, presenting me with a very white, chubby and thrashable bottom. The effects of the belting were already wearing off, although I could still see the distinctive, but faded, blue lines of his previous caning at the hands of his own dad.
I laid the cane on just as I had with the other two. Hard. Nicholas gasped and his body jerked, as expected. But he didn't react, except to ask for his next lash. Now I knew why his dad's lashes were still visible. Like many boys with fair complexions, Nick's bottom marked easily, and each stroke left a very deep, red turning purple welt across his pale bare little bottom. Nick took each stroke with a cry of pain, but otherwise kept still.
Amazingly, it was only on the seventh stroke that his will broke, and it broke completely. He leapt up after a particularly hard lash to his lower bottom, forgetting my hiding rules, and desperately rubbing his blazing backside.
"I'm sorry sir," he sobbed, naked body writhing in front of me, both hands clutching damaged flesh, "it's just so sore! You cane so hard!"
"It's a hiding, my boy," I answered, not entirely unsympathetic, "and hidings are supposed to be sore,"
"I know, sir," he replied, tears flowing, "and I've know I've now earned three more."
With that, he bent over again, presenting me with a very tender looking little bottom. I continued thrashing that little backside though, just as hard as ever. All the boys had to be punihed equally, and if Brad, getting his first ever caning, could take it, so could a relative veteran to hidings, like Nick. This hiding now took a very long time, as the squirming, crying little naked tyke brought himself under control after each stroke to ask for the next. I noticed how white his knuckles were as he gripped the cushion, pushing his face into it to resist the temptation to jump up again.
Although the whole process of Nick's last nine strokes of the cane took us nearly ten minuted, the little blond didn't get up again, or even ask for permission. He had obviously decided that he didn't want to take one more stroke than he had to. When it was all over, he sobbed with relief, carefully lifted his head from the chair andfelt behind him to check if his bottom was still there - it must have felt like I'd chopped it right off!
I let all the boys get back into the swimming pool after their hidings - they desperately needed to cool their bottoms off. And I said nothing when none of them got dressed again that afternoon. But for the rest of the weekend, I had three very well begaved little boys, who all slept on thier tummies, and sat down to eat and watch TV very delicately indeed!