I have written a few stories, I like reading others especially Ben and Jack series. I also wrote Jamie as anon by mistake.
This story is true but took place about 25 years ago when I was 8. I still discuss it with my twin brothers who are 10 years younger than me.
On Friday evenings my dad, my real dad, collected me from my mums house for the weekend and we drove the ten miles to his house in a nearby town. He lived alone then and for some years after following the break down of his marraige to my mum. My mum was living with Tom, her boyfriend and we generally got on ok.
My dad was strict with me and he kept a stick that he called his 'cane' in his closet which he used to spank me with, or else his hand. Every Friday after my homework we climed the stairs together and I prepared for bed. I would go to my room to get undressed and into pyjama trousers before using the bathroom. Dad went ot his room and would appear a few minutes later carrying his cane. He held it in his left hand with the business end pointing towards the floor and he would stand behind me as I stood undressing, folding my trousers neatly and hanging them in my closet and putting my socks, underpants and shirt in the washing sack. Then I would go off to the bathroom but had to keep the door open so that my dad could watch me wash and do my teeth. I was allowed privacy to do the rest of my business before opening the door again.