This is a follow up to Alex and Tom, posted as anon.
Tom has started at his senior svhool now and that means he is into long trousers. He is slender with a well defined bottom. He looks cute in his new uniform but it is a shame that his blazer hides his most attractive feature, besides his face which still looks boyish and attractive.
I have been spending more time at home as my business managers look after things pretty well. My wife, Alex and Tom's mother, spends most of her time at the club. When Tom gets home from school he has homework, I am strict about that , as with most things. Of course the boys could be away at a boarding school, but I would not like that.
Tom has stopped complaining about homework and is used to the two hours I make him do every evening. If he were away at school he would be doing that much, after all.
The other day I decided to have some fun. I wlaked into Toms room as he was working and as I entered he stood up from his desk. Both boys always stand when their mother or I enter a room. It is a mark of respect that I demand. I told the eleven year old that I wanted to inspect his briefs and asked him to take them off and hand them to me. He looked surprised and for an instant I thought he would complain. It was a strange request, after all, even coming from me.
The boy looked confused but said nothing other than a quiet, 'yes daddy', under his breath. It sounded like a 'oh dear am I in trouble again' type of sigh.
I enjoyed the sight of the handsome young lad slowly taking off his school trousers and placing them on his bed, then turning towards me he pulled down his white briefs and walked over to me holding them out. His white school shirt had tails in the front and back, protecting his private parts so he only blushed a little as I took his briefs from him.
I sat on his bed and the boy stood silently, wondering what was going to happen next.
I folded the small briefs inside out to inspect them for any marks. There were none in the seat but there were the faintest marks from where he might not have wiped in front in the crutch. I told the boy to go and fetch a clean pair from his drawers and sa he turned away from me I lifted the briefs up smelling the young boys scent. Quickly, so that he did not see, I placed them in my lap as he turned bacjk towards me.
''On second thought' I said,''I think you can leave your briefs off when you come back from school from now on...understood?''
''yes sir'' Tom replied.
''Put your trousers back on then'' I told him and he took the thin long grey trousers from the bed and obdediently pulled them up his smooth legs and over his tight young bottom.
''Your briefs were not as clean as I required Tom,'' I explained to the boy who was now looking at my feet in some shame. He blushed and his cute face turned red.
''After you have completed your homework you will bath and then I will see you in my study after supper, my lad''. I explained.
The boy replied with a quiet 'yes sir'.
''Very well then get on with your homework, I hope your meeting with the stick later will not distract you too much''.
I left the room smiling as Tom sat at his desk and began his prep. I wlaked to the study, took the rattan out of my cupboard and placed it on the otherwise empyty desk. I went to my bed to lie down and rest.
Underwear inspections took place on a regular basis. It was my eight year old who seemed to have the hardest job passing. What is it with young boys and their toilet habits.
I enjoyed the session with Tom later that evening (although his cries and pleaes for 'mercy' and ' no more ....I cannot take any more' and the weals on his smooth young bottom were evidence that he did not) and his white briefs were not the cause of further whackings for several weeks.