The evening in the restaurant passed uneventfully.
Philip ate all his food politetly and went to bed when his maother told him too. I wanted to go to his room and tuck him inot bed but did not think it wise to suggest it.
The next morning I decided to take Philip down to the indoor pool for a swim and let Donna rest. We arranged to be back in the room at 9.00 to change for a late braekfast and would spend the day touring the area. Philip was lively and ran along the hallway until I told him to walk. He gave me a cheeky grin and replied ''ok dad''. He smiled again and I just stared back at him surprised at his words. Inside I was delighted at hearing those words for the first time in my life.
He changed as we had the day before and I got another view of his fine young body as he undressed. Once in his blue speedo briefs I told him to go to the pool but to wait for me before getting in the pool. He disappeared giving me a lovely view of his bubble butt as he left the changing room.
As I approached the pool area I heard raised voices. On entering the pool area Philip was in the water and an elderly man was complaining to him. I asked what the problem was. The man explained that Philip had jumped into the pool , almost on top of hs elderly wife. I called strenly to Philip to get out of the pool and come to me at once. The eleven year old obeyed, saying nothing but looking at the floor as he walked towards us.
The old man told us he was going to tell the manager about the matter as the boy could have caused his wife a serious accident. He looked very angry.
I looked at the man and then down at Philip who was studying his feet at the time.
''Philip'', I began with a very serious tone, '' go straight back to the changing room and wait for me'.
Philip shuffled off, a very sorry little boy.
I turned to the man ''please let us deal with this nman to man, I agree that my son has been very naughty and I will punish him, you may come and see. I hope you will agree that this is an effective way of dealing with the matter.''
The man seemed to think twice. He said he would be with me in the changing room when he had settled his wife. He went off the attend to the lady who was indeed shaken.
I marched off to see Philip and told him that if he would agree to be smacked for his bad behaviuor, the matter could end there and his mother need not be told about the incident. Philip looked at me and started to speak but the old man entered the room and so the boy said nothing. He could see that the man was still red in the face with anger that his wife had been troubled by this badly behaved boy.
''Over my knee you naughty boy'' I told Philip. I saty on the bench and opened my legs and pointed to my left leg. Philip knew what to do and placed his body across my left leg. I then clamped his bottom in place using my right leg to hold the back of his thighs in place. The small clear bottom was in a perfect spanking position. Each buttock had a definite peak. I placed my hand on his naked bottom and began to rubb it.
I glanced up at the old man who smiled at me. I knew that he was enjoying the show as much as I was.
I spanked Philip until he was sobbing and his bottom was red. I turned to the man and said ''are you satisfied with this?''. He suggetsde a few additional smacks and I gladly obliged him, applying full frce whacks to Philip's now quivering bottom. I loced the way each buttock bounced on my lap with easn slap. The boys bottom was a lovely shade of red. Philip was crying when I told him to stand. Now pull up your briefs and go and say how sorry you are to this man's wife please'' I ordered the boy. Off he went.
I told the man how pleased I was that he had allowed the matter of my sons naughtiness to rest at this. He smiled and answered that it was a shame that more fathers these days did not punish their sons when they were bad.
As Philip and I returend to our rooms I looked at the boy and said ''Philip, I am sorry to have smacked you but you were naughty. I think you deserved your smacks''.
He replied ''Oh , thats ok.....they didn't hurt like mums spoon does''.
Now I knew what the 'or else' was.
I told Philip to leave his underpants off for the rest of the day 'so that they would not rub his red bottom'. He said he would leave them off. I was going to enjoy the rest of the day, now whenever the boy went to get into the rear seat of my car I would have a good view of his thin cotton shorts streched across a bottom that had no underwear to interrupt my view.