Josh lay over my knees and I held the brush in my right hand. I had my left hand in the small of Josh's back. Josh bucked and squirmed quite a bit as I let the brush rain down on his quivering buttocks. When I finished with Josh I had to practically carry him back to the couch as he was unable to walk. Part of the problem was he had no shoes on and no crutches but he was also in a lot of pain.
In the living room I have a small love seat. My boys know it is not to be used as a seat though. Its more like a table to hold a child when he was to receive a strapping, or a whipping as I often called it. I went and retrieved Shawn from his chair and carried him over to the whipping table or love seat, which ever you prefer. I laid him down on his back and then carefully turned him over on his tummy. I removed my belt from its loops and doubled it over. I got down on one knee which was the perfect posture and put my left hand in the small of Shawn's back the same as I had done with Josh to hold him down. I laid the doubled over belt on Shawn's small buttocks and let it set there for almost a minute before lifting it off and swinging it through the air to lash into his sensitive sit spots.
Shawn's bottom was so small that with the first ten strokes I covered his entire bottom with stripes. That meant the other forty strokes would be very painful for Shawn. It also meant that his buttocks would be so peppered by the time I was done that it would be weeks, maybe months before Shawn sat comfortably again. And I had never seen the boy go that long between whippings.
When I finished with Shawn I put him on the couch next to Josh. Cody stood up as I was finishing with Shawn and I said, "come Cody and bend over my knees."
Cody came up next to me and said, "I'm sorry daddy." I looked down at the naked boy and I couldn't respond the way I normally did when one of my children said that. I put my arms around the small child and said, "I know honey but I still have to take care of business with your backside."
Then Cody did something that surprised me, "daddy I want to be caned." Now I had not planned on caning any of my children so I had not brought one out. "Cody what you did does not call for a caning. It calls for a whipping with the belt." Cody nodded and said, "I know daddy but that makes you have to work harder. Couldn't you cane me instead?"
I paused my arms still around Cody and looked down at his small little bottom. A cane was going to do serious damage I would have to think about the appropriate conversion.
TO BE CONTINUED.....