Looking back and given how much I was smacked afterwardsI realsie how much Mr Jones must have enjoyed smacking me for the first time. As I stood in front of him taking my clothes off I don't remember being embarrassed though. he had seen me changing for PE many times and in the showers at school so I guess this is the reason I was not so shy.
He had told me to undress to my underpants so I thought he would not be baring my bottom like my mother always did when she used her slipper. Some chance. The sight of a slim and good looking boy was always going to result in being bared.
'Christopher,'' he began, '' your mum has asked me to punish you, as you know. I will use my hand this time.
We had come in from the garden. As we left the patio area where mum and David were still sitting I heard my mum call out to my new dad ''the slipper is in the top drawer of my dresser''.
''don't worry,'' dad had whispered in my ear'' I will not be using the slipper this time''.
MR J
As I walked up the stairs behing my young charge I could not help admire the small pert bottom in front of me. I studied it closely, noticed the wiggle with each step and studied the little bottom that would soon be lying across my knees for punishment. I had waited for years for the opportunity which would be reality in less than 5 minutes. I'd be smacking that little bottom until it was red. I considered how easy ot was for little 9 year old boys to get themselves into trouble. They became moody at times, tired and irritable. These boys mother had decided that corporal punishment was effective and I was only to plaesed to help out.
I watched intently moments later as Christpher, with his back to me as I had ordered, hooked his hands into the elasticated top of his tiny white briefs. He eased then down, claerly shy and probably nervous about what was to happen.. This aroused me even more. As his little bottom was exposed I focussed on it with eager excitement. It was perfect, two small delicious globes. It was a perfect bottom for smacking, protruding inviteingly from the small of his back and tucking sharely into his thighes. The smooth white skin and the 'little boy' scent of his body combined and I reacehd out, held him around his tiny waiest, turned hin around to face me.
CHRISTOPHER
Of course back then I just accepted my fate. I had been a naughty boy and I was going to be smacked. I can't rememnber ehat I had done. It was as simple as that.
Dad pulled me over his knee and I bent over as he adjusted me in position. He put his hand on my bottom and started to rub it gently. After a while he bagan to smack me slowly at first. After a few minutes he increased the smacks and I remember I started to cry. I don't remember any more about that night but the next day was the first day of the summer term and dad, david and I walked to school together. I had to hold hands with david, which I hated, but I decided to do as dad said. We were going to stay behind at school on Mondays, Wednesdays and fridays so that dad could teach me the things I needed to know to get into Grammar school. I decided not to get him annoyed before we even made it to school. By the end of the day not only had I been smacked on my bare bottom after school with mums slipper which dad had taken to school in his case (for the purpose of course) but the janitor had come into the staff room on his rounds and saw the whole thing. A little nine year old over his dads knee with his underpants around his feet and no doubt a very red bottom.