On Saturdays Franks wife left the house early for the shops. She usually met up with friends and was out of the house all day. This left Frank alone with his boys, Alex, ten and David, eight.
Frank enjoyed Saturdays, he turned over inside the soft warm sheets and considered the day ahead. Yes, he decided, it would be Alex again.
Downstairs Alex was prone on the carpet watching TV. He was careful not to have the volume up too high. David sat on the sofa and little Brad sat beside him. Brad had visited the bathroom as usual on waking and was curious about the fact that neither Alex or David had been. David had since informed him that they had to wait until their dad gave them permission which would not be until he called for them. Brad innocently asked the reason but David had shrugged his shoulders answering that it was just how things were in the house on Saturdays. He began to wish he could go but as his father would hear the flush, or inspect the basin, he dared not disobey.
Brad was the only boy resting comfortably when suddenly they all heard the call from upstairs. ''Alex'' .
David explained to Brad that Alex had been called for his spanking.
Brad asked what Alex had done wrong but Davis just shrugged hius little shoulders a second time and said ''nothing probably''. Bradley could not understand these strange proceedings. Why would their father punish them if they had done nothing wrong. He had only been punished for naughty behaviour.
Alex entered his dads room after knocking and stood by the bed in his sleeping shorts and teeshirt. Frank admired his sons body and sat himself up in bed. Alex was asked to fetch the stick and bring it to his dad. The stick was kept in the closet. Their dad had found it in an antiques shop years before. He had been embarrased asking the seller how much the old school cane cost and had been glad when it was finally in the boot of his car. He had practised with it ever since and had been using it very effectively on Alex since the boy was eight.
Frank told the boy to turn away from him and take his shorts off and Alex lowered them to the floor. Frank stared at the boys bottom. The marks from last week had vanished, The boys bottom was pert and clear. The buttocks presented themselves ready for the stick. Alex held onto his private part as his bladder was full and he needed the bathroom. He fidgetted from one foot to the other and was told to stand still as his father continued to study the small bottom he was about to stripe. Frank stood up and pushed Alex gently to the easy chairin the middle of the room. Alex knew the routine and bent over the back, his teeshirt riding up his body and his tiny buttocks exposed and ready for the stick.
Whack! the stich fell in the middle of his tender young flesh. The boy called out in pain. Frank admired the red stripe on the boys bum and smashed down a second hard whack. This time Alex let our a high pitched squeel as the pain in his little bottom registered with his brain. His bladder was beginning to hurt and he hoped that he would be allowed to the bathroom soon. Whack, the third stripe was aimed just under the middle of his bottom. He squeeled again in pain.
Frank marvelled at the red stripes he was causing to his son. He believed that a firm whacking would keep his sons on the straight and narrow, he liked whipping the older boy most. His bottom twitched and bounced with each stroke. The flesh absorbing and then readying itself for the next line of pain. Frank believed in getting each of the painful strokes as close to each other as possible. He started at the peak of the bottom and worked down to the craese, but was always careful about hitting the boys thighs. In the summer months he would take the boys out to play in the park and only he would no what lay under the small shorts he had them wear.
Downstairs David had turned down the volume of the TV. Brad was getting a little uneasy at the way david finched with each cry of pain from the upstairs room. He wished he was home with his Dad and was not sure he wanted to stay with uncle Frank. On the other hand he wanted to be a big boy so he just sat with David hoping that Alex's cries would soon end.
Frank decided that Qlex had received sufficient whacks and told him he could stand up. Alex stood and took the cane from his father. This was the sign that his whacking was over and he could put the dreaded stick back in the closet. he cried as he returned the cane and waited for pernmission to go to the bathroom. Frank asked Alex if he was going to be a good boy all day and the boy , sobbing through his tears the ten year old boy said he would. He was finally allowed to go and raced to the bathroom to relieve himself, leaving his sleeping shorts on the floor of his fathers room. Frank picked up the shorts, returned to his bed for some rest and felt the soft shorts of his eldest son.
He thought about his youngest son but decided that he would not deal with the young boy today. There was always tomorrow. He remembered that Brad was downstairs and would by now know the story of Saturday's at Frank's house. Frank could not wait to have a chance to put the cute little boy over his knee and soundly tan his bottom but how could he do this in a way which would be interpreted as justifiable. He had alreadyy decided that if Brad's new dad went along with him punishing the boy, he would find a way of winning his friendship.
Frank turned over and clsed his eyes and imagined.
Brad remained next to David, nervous about what he had just heard.
David sat crouched up on the sofa, he had not been called so was relieved that he could visit the bathroom safely.
Alex stood in the bathrrom, his bottom was hot and stinging, As he cried, he fondled his right buttock, rubbing it gently to relieve some of the sting his dad had whacked into it and he relieved himself. He washed his red eyes before dressing in his teeshirt, day shorts, socks and trainers. On the weekends underwear was not allowed in their house. Bradley could not find his underwear as Frank had removed his briefs when he was asleep so he was free of them as well.
Later that morning three washed and fed young boys sat silently in the car as they headed for the park. The boys were free to run and play and Frank sat on his usual bench watching the boys as the played their games. This morning he watched Bradley at play, each time the boy bent, the seam of his shorts rode up his bottom, the fabric stretched tightly and Frank continued to think of a way he could get the pretty young boy across his knee.
He intended to have Bradley's bottom under his hand before the end of the day.
In the event he could find no excuse to punish Brad until the following evening. Brad kicked a football onto his prize vegetable patch. Frank had told Bradley to go to his room. He lectured the boy, removed his shorts, pulled the struggling youngster over his lap and, after a long play with the little globes that were Bradleys baby soft young bottom, had given ten hard slaps. The young boys bottom had bounced nicely with each slap and the sound of hand on his baby bum had sounded delightful to Frank. He had left the boys bottom red enough so that his father could not fail to notice the imprints when he had him home and in the bath. If challeneged at the office the next day Frank was ready with his explanation.