I could hear Tom still crying loudly as mum shut him in his room.
Gran called over to me ''get yer little bum in the air now....or else''.
I pushed up as high as I could ''I said higher you dirty little boy'' Gran shouted at me.
''I can't go any further Gran'', I replied quietly so as not to upset the old witch any further. I made the effort to push my bottom higher in the air as she wanted. ''We'll see about that'' was all she said.
After mum returned she began hitting my bum with the strap. After she gave me the first stinging whack I wailed. Just before the second whack I moved a little...I don't know why. I knew the consequences. I suddenly thought how unfair my punishment was. Why was it that whenever Tom did anything naughty I had to be punished as well. I cried.
''Right you little sod'' my mum shouted ''come here and hold him mum''. Gran came over and sat on the sofa holding my arms tightly ''Give 'im a good 'ard beating girl'' Gran called looking at my tear stained face. My mum began the strapping agin. It was agony. My bottom stung as the leather bit into my tender 11 year old flesh. My bottom seemed to be twitching out of control as the fire spread and deepened.
After what seemed a long time Mum stopped ''give 'im some more' Gran said.
''No please please no more Gran'' I pleaded. ''Please mum I'll be a good boy, please don't beat me any more.....I'll do anything....''
''Give that strap to me girl'', Gran shouted at my mum.
I could not take any more. I jumped up and , pushing mum and Gran to one side I rushed up the stairs and into my bedroom where I fell exhausted onto my bed. I waited anxiously expecting them to come up the stairs to fetch me back down for another strapping but nothing happened. I knew this would not be the end of it.
The next thing I knew my mum was sitting next to me on my bed rubbing my shoulder. ''Its time to get up'' she said.
It was dark outside and I had been asleep. I had no idea of the time and was half asleep. ''Your dad wants you downstairs now''. I opened my eyes and saw the strap in her left hand.
''Take this'' mum said...''If I was you I would hurry'' she added. ''Gran told your dad about earlier''.
The horror of my predicament suddenly dawned on me.
Still naked I walked downstairs, carrying the instrument of my torture with me. Gran was sitting in her armchair and dad looked mad. I began to sob. I felt my bottom. It hurt to touch. I looked up at dad trying to avoid Gran. Dad looked me in the eye.''so you think you can push little old ladies about you young hooligan'' he exclaimed. ''Come here Ben and give me the strap''
I thought about running away but it was not an option. Where would an eleven year old boy get to without any clothes on...and it was dark outside.
I stood in fear of my dad. I was very nervous. I looked at my feet.
''If I ever hear that you have disobeyed Gran again Ben I will whack you every day for a month- do you hear me''....''yes daddy'' I replied
''Go and bend over the sofa and get your bum up high for me''. Another session. I cried but it did no good. I looked pleadingly at Gran but she smirked back at me.
Dad gave me six really hard whacks with his strap. My poor little bottom heated up again and I wailed in agony. I did not move as I knew this would earn further whacks.
Afetr he had finished I lay still not daring to move.
''Ben you can get up now and go and tell Gran how sorry you are''
I walked over to my Gran.''Sorry I was naughty Gran'' I said quietly
''You're lucky your not my boy... yer Dad's too soft with you two'' she replied.
''Give Gran a kiss goodnight'' my dad called to me. What!! I could not believe it. I lent foreward to kiss her and she reached out and with her right hand she reached behind me and squeezed my right buttock in her hand. I cried out. Gran whispered into my ear ''I have not told yer dad about the dirty knickers yet Ben....but I might''
Still crying I stood in front of her waiting for further orders.
''Mum'', my dad then spoke up '' tomorrow we are going to the pub in the evening, will you come and babysit the boys''
Oh no I thought.
''Yes dear'' Gran said;;''you'd better let me have the strap though''
About three months after this my Gran died and Tom and I were pleased. We were surprised that ,soon after this, our dad left us and we never saw him again.
Gran 3
I moved in with Mary and her sons Tom and Ben after their dad moved out. I intended to stay with them for a while in their small house to see how we all got along. I then planned to move out into my much klarger hosue if things went well.
Mary had got things together, she had started a job in the local store during the day. Being retired young I stayed and watched the boys during the days when they were home and started to get them off to school in September. I moved in during their school holidays so we could get to know one another better. As a treat for the three of them I had also booked a holiday at a very expensive hotel by the sea in Spain.
I was surprised that the boys were quite timid although they were fit and healthy. Both average height and slim for their ages I had heard about how terriblre their father had been with the two boys, his mother, the boys gran, forcing their mother to beat them when they were naughty.
As a consequence Tom, the eight year old, was still wetting the bed. It was a perfect family for a strict disciplinarian to move in on. I took charge of punishment before the first week was out. I think the boys had been hoping for a change from their former harsh regime... they would quickly become disappointed.
During that week I developed the boys routine. Their mum left for work at 8.00 am. Shortly afterwards I would hear the sound of the bath being run. Tom had removed his wet pyjamas and put them and his wet sheet in the washing machine.
I turned onto my back and 'relaxed'. A few minutes later a worried little eight year old knocked on my door. I let him wait a while before saying ''come on in then Tom''. The boy entered, handed me his spoon. I sat up in bed and the boy clibed up and placed himself over my lap. I whacked him hard with the wooden spoon I kept in his room for the crime of bed wetting. Thinking that Ben would be bursting by now, I gave Tom about ten hard whacks until each side of his bottom was a nice red colour.
I told Tom to bring me his shorts and he got off the bed and went to his room to fetch his small shorts. I got out of bed and put him in them and sent him downstairs where he would sit on the hard wooden kitchen chair until braekfast. He went off wih tears still running doen his pretty face. I smiled as he walked off, his little bottom shun in the tight shorts.
I went in to tell ben that he could use the bathroom. he jumped up and rushed into the bathroom. The sound of water splashing the back of the pan filled the air. I called out to him ''any splashes on the carpet and they will be touble Ben''
Whe he returned from the bathroom I told Ben to make up both beds and then to do mine before changing into his last years school uniform and joining his brother and me for breakfast. ''No underpants Ben'' I added as I left the room .I called as if it was an afterthought ''make sure you fetch the cane down with you boy''.
Morning lessons always gave me the chance to apply the stick if I felt like it...and I usually did. Ben and Tom were not that bright. I would say lower than average so we had to work hard and I had to whip hard that summer so that the boys could catch up. I worked on the old adage that they would both thank me later in life.
The first aftrenoon of lessons that summer I decided to let the boys watch some TV. The sight of the boys lying on their tummies was delightfull. I had Tom come to me. I pulled his pants down and had him sit on my lap.
I looked at Ben. His young firm bottom was encased in his tight shorts. The shorts pulled his buttocks close together which made his bottom seem more pointed and attractive.
Ben was lying prone on his tummy with his legs sticking out behind him. ''Ben'' I called, he looked round at me nervously..
''Pull you shorts down please'' I said.
''what daddy'' he answered, a little confused. I loved hearing him call me daddy. His eyes were wide. He had haerd me but was surprised by what I had said. It was then that he must have noticed me stroking and patting Toms bottom in my lap.
''I said pull down your shorts boy''.
''Yes Daddy'', Ben replied and he reached back and pulled his shorts down under his bottom.
He turned back to continue watching TV. I watched his bottom and admired the red stripes which decorated it.
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