I stood and took up position to the left of Philip and began the enjoyab;e task of slowoy baring the boy. I puulrd his pyjama top up his small back. His skin was pale, his blue veins clearly visible in his lower back, I moved my hands into the back of his waistband and lifted the waist out and away from his bottom, as if uncovering a treasure. There they were.....he fidgetted, moving his leg to become more comforatble in his bending position. I immediately delivered a very hard slap to his right side...'ouch!!
''Keep still you naughty boy'' I said angrilly.
His bottom was delightful, pert and pronounced with a well-defined peak to each cheek. I rubbed the right cheek feeling its soft firmness, his skin was smooth and tight, a beautiful shaoe. I fondled it, squeezing the warm flesh gently in my hand. I then went to the desk to recover my cane. My routine was always the same. I held the cane to the 10 year old bottom, indenting the flesh with pressure before raising it and then....swish thwack ...''ouch, aarrgh''.
I paused before delivering the next, the sight of the first stripe was exciting, a line of red, thin and broken across his bottom only by the deep cleft seperating the two halves.
swish, crack.....''ouch!'', the high pitched sound of a little chap in pain.
swish...crack ''owwe, owe'', the boy started to sob.
I delivered six in all and at the end Philip was starting to wriggle again, moving a little to avoid the stinging.
I turned to look at Peter. He was a picture of abject misery, his eyes still reddened and watery from his earlier crying.
I turned back to Philip. The lines I had given him were red and vivid from the peak of his buttocks to the tops of his legs and he was now crying openly. I told him to stand, leave his trousers where they were and to follow me to his corner. ''no touching your bootm, my boy'' I warned him and he slowly followed me to his position. I put his hands on the top of his head, which caused his pyjama top to raise above his nicely punished bottom, revealing the signs of my efforts.
I turned back to Peter.
''Into position please young man''. Peter obeyed and walked to the whacking chair and bent over.