Harry


by Anonymous

I like to take my time with Harry.

He is twelve, my middle son. Like Bradley and Tom, Harry is cute - he has his mothers good looks facially and a body the same shape as mine when I was a kid his age. His ribs show when he streches, his waist is slim and his buttocks are soft and pert. His thighs are evidence that I make his swim faster and further than the other boys. He loves a challenge so its no big deal to him. He is a great athlete. But I guess it is the boys curly mid blond hair that really makes them stand out in a crowd.

Ive always been protective of the boys, ever since we heard of neighbours of a friend of ours whose young son was taken during a theme park visit when he was very little. I have always spanked the boys very hard if they have gone off or away from thier mom or I when we are together. They always travel home on the school bus, never walk. I figure that a sore butt from me is better than the alternatives.

Anyway harry will be in his room on his bed right now, his butt will be up high, the three pillows I have him put under his waist will raise his mounds nicely. The two rounded humps will be presented waiting for me. Harry has a good cleft, his thin white briefs are made of 85% viscose, whatever that fabric is is stretches into the cleft well and covers the boy's butt like a second skin. His legs will be streching straight in back of him and his arms reaching out in front. This potisiton makes his back arch and defines his butt perfectly.

I always make Harry wait the longest of my sons. He never complains though I know he will be nervous. He'll be guessing whether I will pull his underpants down. I usually do but not always...it just depends how I feel.

I use a cane I bought on the www. I would probably ave used a home made switch after they were eight but the small amount I paid for the cane makes it the best investment I ever made. I have several, All junior, they are the most whippy and sting (judging by the boys cries and the red lines they leave). I begin by tapping the cane on their butts softly while I lecture them thoroughly on the reason for punishment. It is often grades. They know I will not tolerate less than a B grade in all subjects. Somethimes it will be for missed chores or chores not done to my expectation.

In a strange way I enjoy these sessions with my sons. Ther is a formality and yet a closeness between us. Harry and Bradley both tense during the tapping phase. I don't say anything. I remember doing the same.. its just natural. Bradley bouces more than Harry, his butt cheeks are bigger but he is two years older. He makes more fuss and begs me to stop the caning early on. No way. I want to see the mounds bouncing under the cane first. The butt must be red enough.

Usually with Harry I will tapp with briefs up. Then I will place the cane next to him and very, very slowly reach into the waistband of the briefs and ease them down over his bottom. I'll patt the peaks of each cheek gently and sometimes rub a little. I like the sight of Harry's two mounds, perfect, just begging to be whipped with the thin cane. His skin is soft and smooth.

I'll mark his bottom with the first stroke, he will tense, increasing the height of his buttochs and making the surface tight and the target area at the peak of each small cheeck even better definded for me. I will whack a second stroke as close the the first as possible. Harry tries not to move. Like most dads I just add to the whacking if the boy moves or annoys me while I am caning him. I am sure that Bradley passed the message about not moving or else to the younger boys.

Afterward if we go to the store or the mall I like to look at Harry waliking in front of me. I think of Harry's butt with his six scorching weals as close as possible to each other under his briefs and levis. It is like it is his and my secret. Sometimes we will meet some of his school friends. I wonder if any of them got a spanking today. No one else knows what marks lie across my boys private covered area. That is just how I like it to be.


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