Why I Hate Fridays and Sundays Part Two


by Rosewood

If it was the latter I would be put across his knee and my pyjamas would be pulled down under my small bottom and the stick would be whacked down hard - the pain was terrible - I screamed and cried but the stick continued to light a fire on my bottom. After he had finished I lay there sobbing as he massaged my aching bottom. He put me into bed and sat with me whilst I cried myself to sleep. Sundays dad took me back to mums house at 7.00. If my mum was out Tom would answer the door and say hello to my dad and ask if I had been good. My dad always said ''yes'' in a cold way as he did not really like Tom. Usually Tom would show off the power he had over me so he would turn and look at me but talk so that my dad could hear ''right young man... off to your bath... quickly now'' Then he said goodnight to my dad and followed me upstairs. I do not know if my dad ever knew what I got when my mum was away because I had promised my mum and dad not to say what happened in their seperate houses. I just grew up saying evrything was ok (whenever they asked me).

From Toms view.....

Steve is a great little boy- he is happy and cheerful, intelligent and sporty. I wish he was my son but he is sandra, my girlfriends, boy from her marriage which ended 6 months ago and we all get on well. I have a good bond with Steve. I punish him when he is naughty and Sancy, as I call his mum, says it is ok but asked me not to be too hard on him. I have only spanked him twice so far when she is out as he has calmed down by the time she returns. I put him on my left knee, clamping his legs in place with my right knee and he has to reach down to the floor with his arms, his bottom is perfect, two distinct halves which I like to rub with my right hand before I give the first hard smack on his right buttock. I wait for the red marks to rise before the next smack. I alwats only smack the right side of his little bottom. I smack it hard until it is red before gently rubbing the now warm flesh with my slightly stinging hand. I imagine what his dad would say if he could see how much I enjoyed his son.


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