When we were older we had to lie on our bed with pillows under out groin, nude on the bed apart from underpants, dad would walk over and pull down our underpants and lift the cane high in the air....but that was later.
I grew up in a house dominated by our step dad. Mymum allowed him to do what he liked with me and my oplder brother alex. I am 30 now but stoill remember most of what happened back then.
Dad liked to punish Alex and me. We knew he did because the subject of having our bottom smacked is one I remember although I was only six when we moved into dads house. We would be doing anything, driving, having lunch etc and if one of us was a little cheecky or answered back adad would look stern and say 'Alex, what happens to naughty little boys?''
Alex would have to answer 'they get their bottoms smacked hard daddy''.
As I grew up dad would ask me the same question.
Dad also liked to say thiongs like 'when we get home I think I will have a little talk with you in your roonm Alex'. Alex and I knew that that was code for getting a spanking.
When I was younger I would often be in my room listening to the sound of Alex crying, begging and imploring dad to stop the spanking but dad would always carry on until he decided to stop.
After church on Sunday Alex would be taken to his room. He told me about that. He had to kneel on the floor in front of dad who would be sitting on Alex's bed. Alex had to put his hands together like we did when we were in church. He had to tell dad about the sins he had done during the week. Sometimes he said that he had to make things up as he found it hard to think of things to say, dad alsways wanted a list of the naughty things Alex had done. I also heard this and could hear Alex sobbing when he was trying to talk. Anyway when he had finished his 'confession' he would be spanked and the crying and begging would start again. Alex was not allowed downstairs until I fetched him for Sunday lunch. At lunch dad would upset Alex again by asking him questions like 'how does your naughty little bottom feeel boy?'
Alex had to answer that 'it still hurts daddy. I am sorry''. dad seemed to be satisfied.
Dad supervised everything. He would watch me undress in the evening and make sure I folded my clothes and out them away correctly before going to the bathroom. I hated him looking at me at first but I got used to it.
One time we went to a resort on holiday. I was about seven then. Alex had gone off on the beach and dad was mad. Alex would be a sorry little boy when dad found him. I remember that being said to me. I had to wait with a couple who were sitting next to us. They had an older boy, I dont know how old. Anyway the man said we could go and fetch an ice cream. When we got to the ice scream shop the boy said we had to go round the back. I dont know why. When we got to the back of the shop there was no one else about. The boy told me that if I showed him my bare bottom he would let me have his ice cream.
I thought this was a good deal so I turned around and pulled my trunks, which was all I had on, below my bottom and stood there. I must have looked strange. The boy then smacked me twice quickly on the bottom. I complained and pulled my trunks back up and demanaded my two ice creams. The boy said that was the deal so I ate the two ice creams before returning with him to his parents.
Some time later dad returned with Alex who was red from crying. I dont know what dad had said to him but I saw and heard what he did to him when he got back to the hotel, as we shared a room. Alex's bottom was bright red and he was screaming as dad whacked Alex with his slipper.
Alex and I played close to dad and mum for the rest of the vacation.