The photos of me and my brothers taken when I was five show three fresh faced smiling blond haired angels. This happened when I was about five and we were not always smiling like that......
When my brothers and I were young we were always in bed reading by the time daddy got home from his office. He was an important business man, or so our mother always told us, and he worked hard. Mother never smacked us, she just reported any bad behaviour to father and he dealt with us when he came home from the office. Tom had told Dominic and me about fathers punishments so we were usually very well-behaved boys.
I shared my room with Dominic who was one year older than me. Our big brother Tom had a seperate room.
We would hear father coming up the stairs to his room to change before he and mother ate dinner. We boys had had our supper earlier.
We listened to hear if any of our names were called from daddy's bedroom. Sometimes he would change and come into our room and kiss us goodnight before going downstairs for his meal. Other times he would call out a name and we would have to run to his room.
We would have to fetch our punishment stick, daddy kept one in my room for Dominic and me and Tom had another stick. The 'smacking stick' as it was called was actually a narrow hardwood paddle.
We had to take it in with us, offer it to daddy and then pull down our pj pants and climb across daddy's knee as he sat in silence on the edge of his and mothers large bed.
I grew up hearing Tom's name called a lot. Dominic and I heard him walking back to his room crying and could see him rubbing his bottom as our doors were always kept open and he had to walk past our room to reach his.
I was a little scared of father and when the time came for my name to be called I was quite upset. Dom passed me the stick and told me to be brave. I walked into daddys room and stood in front of him looking at the car[et. He told me top pass the stick to him and I obeyed, then he told me to pull my pants down and climb on his knee. I climed up and was adjusted before I felt daddys large hand on my bottom. He held his hand there for some time and then lifted it off. I started to cry and heard daddy say ''you have been a naughty boy Ben''.
I did not know what I had done wrong so I replied innocently and said something like ''I have not been bad daddy''. Father told me to be quiet and I felt a hard stinging feeling in my bottom, like a bee sting. I cried and cried but daddy smacked me with the stick again and then for a third time. I lay on his knee howling. I am sure I struggled but as a small five year old I guess he just held me in position. In all my childhood I never remember daddy spanking me anywhere but the middle of my bare bottom. He was quite an expert spanker. When he had given me my three hard smacks he lifted me up and handed me the stick and told me to go back to bed.
I walked slowly out of my parents bedroom rubbing my bottom. I climbed into my own bed and sat sobbing qiuetly. I looked at Dominic and he looked back at me.
After about a minute my dad called out for Tom and I saw him through my tears walking to dads room.
I did not yet go to school so I was quite young when I had my first spanking with the smacking stick....but it was not the last. Some nights none of us brothers was called, usually just one of us was called and sometimes two. I think that Tom had it worst as he was the oldest and he seemed to visit my dads room for a spanking at least twice every week. Maybe he was just more naughty than Dom and me.
I have two young sons of my own now and I call each of them to my room for their spankings sometimes. I have the same small paddle my dad used on me until I was aboyt sixteen, but I don't think I will spank my own boys at that age......but we will have to wait and see.
The end.