Thomas clattered his knife and fork down onto his empty plate.
"Can I go and play now Mum?" he asked.
"No you can't!........you know very well you're going to get the slipper when Dad gets home and he won't be long now"
Thomas grimaced, he was dreading his Father coming home this evening! Richard, his brother grinned across the table at him. Thomas really liked his older brother, but sometimes he could be a bit nasty, his Mum said it was due to his hormones. Fourteen year old Richard leaned forward, his elbows on the table.
"Little brother going to get his botty smacked tonight.....oooooohhhhhh!"
"You can stop that right now!" snapped his Mother, "You're not too big either young man!"
Richard made a rude face, but fortunately for him his Mum didn't see. When everyone had finished tea they were told they could leave the table. Sally, the youngest, ran into the garden, Thomas headed for his bedroom and Richard made straight for the lavatory. Ten minutes later, Richard flung open the door to the bedroom he and his brother shared. He stood in the doorway and looked at his younger brother who was squating on the floor playing with his model farm.
"Hope you're ready for your whacking little boy.......phew!.....bet you cry.... Dad was really mad this morning!"
"Shut up!......you can't say much, you cried last time Dad hit you!"
"Yeah, but that was just pretend to make Dad think it hurt.......I put my swimming trunks and four pairs of underpants on under my trousers......Dad didn''t guess! Ha......you should try it baby........before you get your arse walloped.......oooooh it's gonna' hurt!!!!........."
Richards taunting was cut short as he felt a hand take a firm grip on the hair on the top of his head and tug hard. To his horror, their Father had crept up behind him and was now roughly dragging his head down to one side. Then he felt a tremendously hard slap land on his bottom followed by a second.
"So! a very interesting conversation!........I'll deal with you later!"
Richard flushed scarlet as his Dad released the grip on his hair. His backside had exploded into a burst of pain after just two slaps!
"Just wait out here!"
Richard stood against the banisters as his Dad stepped into the bedroom and closed the door. The man looked down at his younger son. He was secretly pleased to see the trepidation in the elven year old's eyes. He wasn't a cruel man by any means, but one advantage of having boys as far as he was concerned was the opportunity it presented to administer corporal punishment. It was an act that gave him great personal pleasure, in fact, he had been eagerly anticipating this evening throughout the day.
"Stand up!"
Thomas quickly rose to his feet. He looked at the floor and nervously picked at the hem of his short trousers with trembling fingers.
"Stop fidgeting........you were a naughty boy this morning weren't you?.......you know how I deal with naughty boys........a naughty boy earns a sore bottom!"
Thomas nodded his head, tears already pricking his eyes. He knew very well what being 'naughty' meant, he had been getting a smacked bottom for as long as he could remember whenever his Mum or Dad decided it was necessary.
"Now go and fetch the slipper"
Thomas quickly dodged past his Dad and opened the door, then dashed downstairs and picked up the old size nine plimsol from the hall stand where it was always kept. Holding the rubber soled plimsol as if it was hot he climbed the stairs. He hated 'the slipper', it hurt so much. When Dad smacked his bottom with his hand it was bad enough, the slipper was even worse. When he got back onto the landing Richard was leaning against the wall looking much less _c_o_c_k_y. He didn't meet his brothers eyes. In the bedroom his Father was sitting on the edge of the bed. He held his hand out for the plimsol.
"Right young man, down you come!" He patted his broad thigh indicating his son to bend across his knees.
Thomas nervously lowered himself across his Dad's lap and felt his Dad adjust the position of his right leg so that his bottom was raised a bit higher. He hated this, but at least it was better than having to bend over like at school. He didn't think he would be able to keep still like that.
His Dad placed his left hand firmly on the back of the boys neck and looked down at his son. The boys short trousers were stretched tightly across his young buttocks, his bare legs were straight, his toes on the floor. His Dad smiled to himself. He loved the sensation of having the boy in this position, knowing that he would very soon be causing intense pain to the boys bottom. He raised the plimsol high above his shoulder then swung it down. There was a dull heavy 'THWACK!' as the ruber sole made contact with the trouser covered bottom.
"AAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!"
'THWACK!' "OOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!"
'THWACK!' "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH.......DDDDDAAAAAAAADDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!"
The boys legs kicked out, the biting sting of the slipper causing intense pain to his young bottom.
'THWACK!' "UUUUUGGGGGGEEEEEEOOOOWWWWW!!!!!!" Thomas was crying loudly now, desparately grinding his groin into his Dads firm thigh, but it didn't help the pain.
'THWACK!' Thomas yelled, his right leg kicked up and he started to squirm across his Fathers lap.
"KEEP STILL!"
'THWACK!' "AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"
The boy was crying desparately, just wanting to get away from the slippers onslaught on his buttocks.
"Very well........up you get!"
Thomas slowly pushed himself up from his Dad's lap then gave a 'dance' as his young backside seemed to be on fire. He reached around and gingerly rubbed his scalding cheeks.
His Dad watched in satisfaction, he was pleased at a job well done, he knew just how much his sons bottom must be hurting, but the thought just gave him added pleasure. He was even more delighted that by overhearing his older boys 'confession' he had been given the opportunity for even more enjoyment. He was going to give Richard the hardest whacking of his young life!
"Stand over by the window........as your brother was teasing you, you can watch and see what a real slippering is like!"
Thomas, sniffing, wondered what his Dad could possibly mean by a 'real slippering', what was that? nothing could be worse than what he had just experienced!
His Dad stood up and strode across to the door. Opening it he called Richard into the room. He stood, gripping the slipper in his right hand and pointed it at the boy.
"You young man are in very serious trouble!"
The older boy blushed.
"You will have no opportunity to cheat me this time boy!......take down your trousers and underpants and bend over!"
Richard widened his eyes in shock and horror.
"Daaaaad......please!"
His Father gave a deep sigh and slapped the slipper onto his own palm. The gesture was enough to make the boy realise there was no argument, with trembling fingers, both from apprehension and embarassment, he quickly lowered his trousers and pants.
"Bend over!"
The boy touched his toes, as at school.
"If you get up before I tell you that you may, I'll just keep going......is that clear?!"
Richard mumbled that it was.
His Dad reached down and shoved the boys shirt back to fully expose the buttocks. He looked down onto the much more mature bottom of his older son and relished the prospect that this was going to be a very prolonged, satisfying slippering. He was going to hit as hard as he could, and he was confident that the boy wouldn't be able to remain down, this would be his first bare bottom whacking, and he was going to make it a slippering the boy would remember for ever!
While Thomas watched in fascinated horror, his Dad positioned himself and raised the plimsol high above his shoulder, then with a hefty swing, the slipper crashed onto the boys bare backside. The 'CRACK!' as the slipper made contact was followed by a loud cry of agony and the boy half rose. Thomas, along with his Dad saw the large scarlet blotch appear on the white flesh of the left cheek. Richard gripped at his ankles, tears already running down his nose. The slipper landed again and the boy squealed loudly.
Thomas now knew what his Dad had meant by a 'real slippering'......as he witnessed his big brother getting beaten long and hard, the cries and yells increased and his Dad seemed to land each slap with greater effort. He knew that his brother would never again be able to tease him about crying!