Ben is 7 now.
I got married at 27. I had always wanted blond haired kids so I waited until I found a suitable girl, blond long hair and good looks, also a great body, we met at the gym.
I had hoped for a son and one year later Ben was born. I am a strict parent by todays standards and I have spanked Ben hard from an early age. I am the disciplinarian in our home and usually wait until my wife is out of the house before giving punishments. Ben is a super little boy. I keep his curly blond hair a little long, I hate short cuts. His good looks and the fact that he is the second tallest boy in class make him stand out in a group. he is slender without being thin. I love him and any man would be proud to have Ben as their son. For years a part of me has become excited when I decide to punish Ben. When he was 3 or 4 it would usually happen on a Friday evening at bathtime. I would drape his newly washed body on a fluffy white towel over my lap. His hair was perfumed from the shampoo.
I would rub his little bottom before reaching for the 'spanking spoon' kept for the purpose then i'd whack his tiny bottom cheeks until he was crying hard and his butt was a nice shade of red. Then I'd sit on the edge of the bath watching him as he brushed his teeth- his butt cheeks hot, red and twitching slightly as the effects of the the spanking spoon kept his lovely little bottom cheeks stinging.
Sometimes on a Saturday we go for a walk, the 2 of us, in local woods. They are quite private. ASt one pioint along the route is a fallen tree trunk. It is very convenient and a good height off the ground to administer the switch. The woods are full of hazel bushes, the braches of which are supple and whippy. Ben hates it when I stop to break a switch and we continue to the tree I call his 'switching tree'.
I hold his right hand in mine and march swinging the switch in my right hand. Once we vcame across an old man walking his dog and I felt slightly embarraseas it was perfectly clear what the switch was for. Ben lies over the tree. In spring and summer his little shorts rdie up his smooth legs as he gets into the required position, arms down the other side of the tree trunk. I love the view as the thin fabric of his shorts stretches across his little round botton tightly. If the switch is wet the green/brown bark leave a stipe mark where the switch has met butt. I continue until his little cheeks are stinging and he is sobbing, then I discard the switch and we contiune homewards.
Whenevr I spank Ben the only sounds are the cries when switch or paddle meets tender young boy flesh. Ben has learnt over the years that I will spank him whenevr I feel like it so he must be respectful and odey me at all times or his bottom will pay the price. I think the 6 words he hates the most at home are 'its time for a spanking Ben', the next worst would be 'I have finished now, go take a shower'. I know he dislikes me sitting looking at his hot red butt as he showers especially after he gets the paddle I got when he was born to use on him from age 5 but, after all, I am his dad and he must do as he is told.
I hope the next 7 years are as good as the last 7.