Jamie was the eldest son of Mr and Mrs Smith. Mr Smith was old to be a father of three young sons and he was quite strict.
He had left discipline to Mrs Smith (ten years his junior) when the boys were young but now Jamie was eleven and at grammar school Mr Smith felt that firmer discipline was needed. It was the liberal sixties but he wasn't having any of it.
Mr Smith was a succesful business man who could take time off from his company if he chose. In the summer months the family moved to their farm in Southern France with Lucy, the nanny. The boys spent their time roaming carefree in the fields nearby or the large garden with its own pool.
They would dress in swimming trunks, teeshirts and sandles from early morning until bathtime and then be expected to dress forerly for the evenings. Mr and |Mrs Smith spent their days relaxing or visiting nearby villages of historical interest. The boys had pleaded long ago not to have to join their parents so they spent happy and childish days in the sun.
Jamie had always felt a little responsible for his younger brothers although he wished sometimes to have a friend his own age to paly with. As the eldest he usually got the blame if any accident befell his brothers and he resented the fact that he was always punished first, longest and hardest if any of them got into trouble.
One morning Jamie came into the large kitchen to join the family for breakfast. His father looked at him and immediately ordered him to return to his bedroom. He was unsure of the reason he had to go back, but being a good boy he did as he was told.
When his father entered his room he was told to stand in front of him which he did. His fateher ointed at the bulge in his trunks and asked what it was. Jamie had been unaware of the bulge and his father ended his embarrasment by touching his son and explaining that he had an erection and when this happened he was to return to a private room in the house until it had gone away.
The next day Jamie appeared with the front of his trunks tented. Jamie had noticed this but did not know how to make it go away so he had hoped not to be noticed. He knew his father would be angry but risked it anyway. This time his father ordered him to his room and he had to fetch the stick. Each of Mr Smiths sons had his own bedroom with an implement in the cupboard. For Jamie he kept a thin stick two feet long and half an inch wide. Jamie had to lie on a pillow which Mr Smith placed on his lap. Six hard stinging whacks were applied, close together leaving six strpies acrosshislittle bottom. After a short pause his father engaged in a lengthy 'rubbing it better' session. Jamie was told to stay in his room until he was 'soft'.
During the following weeks Jamie found it impossible to control himself and to make a speedy exit to privacy and so his little eleven year old bottom got more treatment with the stick than he wanted. In his little blue trunks he could not hide his erections.
It was only at the end of that summer that Jamie began to realsie thatbhe would soften as the stick bit repeatedly into his fleshy boy bottom, only to harden again as his father rubbed his pert red buttocks better again.
I think Mr Smith had known all along though.... don't you?