Brad, That Evening


by Anonymous

When we reached the apartment I took Brad straight to his room. There I had him stand facing me. I told him to remove his trainers and socks, then I slid his shorts down and told him to step out of them. I told him to raise his hands and I pulled his white teeshirt up and over his slim body and over his blond hair. I could tell he was still upset about the earlier whipping he had received in the woods but I was determoned to carry through with reinforcemnet. I looked ionto his innocent eyes and could tell he was genuinely sorry for having run off and fightened me.

I led him inot the corner of his room and turnedhis body to face it. He stood still as I reached for his hands and placed them on his head. I told him that because he had been a naughty boy he was being punished and must stay facing the corner until I decided that he could stop. He murmured that he was very sorry. I told him he must remain silent and keep looking at the wall during this period of his punishment. Then I reached down and opulled his tiny white briefs down over his bottom and to his ankles where they would remain.

I went to sit on his bed and stared at the five red stripes which I had given him. They stood out on his white bottom and looked as if they would have still been stinging his flesh.

The next day we had been invited to my boss's home for a family lunch. I dreesed Bradley in his tightest shorts, he looked so cute with his baggy blue short sleeved shirt bunched up on his tiny upoper body and it contrasted well with the tight shorts.

My boss took an instant liking to Brad, his cheecky grin and almost constant smile was one of his best features. I noticed that Frank, my boss, made a special point of talking to Brad and taking him pout to show him the garden and introduce him to his sons who were eight and ten, so only a little older than Bradley. Jenny and I were having a great time with the other adults at the party. Just before we left I had noticed that Frank had Bradley sitting on his lap and was reading a story to the boy.

The next day at the office, after a lot of small talk about the party, Frank mentioned that he thought Bradley was a great little boy. He said that he and his wife would be pleased to babysit at any time and he appreciated that Jenny and I , as sudden first time parents , would need time to ourselves. He muttered something about pressure on the marriage and said that Brad could do a sleep over with sons the following weekend if he wished.

I took Frank up on his kind offer and Jenny and I lekt Brad with Frank and his family th following Friday evening. I asked Frank to help Brad with hsi bathing etc as he would not be six until the following week and Frank told me that he and his wife would take care of everything. I did the fatherly thing and warned Brad to be a good boy. I told him that if he was naughty I had asked My Brown to smack his bottom. Of course I did not think for one minute that Frank would have to smack Brad but I found myself wondering about that the whole weekend I was supposed to be enjoying freedom from fatherhood with Jenny.

When we collected Brad on the Sunday eveing he seemed reluctant to leave. Frank ex[plained that he had been good and had enjoyed his time with his sons. The house had been even more lively than usual he commented with a laugh. It was when I was bathing Brad later that I noticed the hand marks on his bottom. The redness had mostly gone but it was clear that a smacking had been given. I said nothing and when I returned to the office on the Monday I made an appointment with his secretary to see Frank.

Frank siad nothing about having to smack Brad so I kept quiet. Of course we each knew that it had happened. I started to enquire if Brad had really been good but Frank changed the subject telling me that he had decided to give me the new account I wanted and told me that he was considering a wage increase and would let me have more detials at the end of the month. I started to leave the office feeling very pleased with the way my life was going . At the age of 23 I would be the youngest account manager in the firm. With the raise Jenny and I would be able to buy our first house and perhaps start a family. As I opened the office door to leave Frank said that he and his family would be pleased to have Brad stay with them again the next weekend...........


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