The commercial break started in the middle of Toms show. I decided it was time to begin. I felt a little nervous and excited at the same time. I did not know how the boy might react.
'Tom' I announced and Tom looked round at me from his prone position on the floor. God he is cute, I thought.
'Yes' he replied quitely but politely, as if aware of his situataion. He had not yet started to call me 'daddy', that would come soon though.
'Go over to that corner'', I pointed to the corner next to the TV with my spoon. In my mind I was already thinking of the sppon as my spanking spoon, a name I would give it and both boys would come to fear. 'Stand with your face against the wall and out your hands on the top of your head please''. I dont know why I added the 'please', I suppose I was hoping he would do as I had ordered. As he got up I suddenly panicked. What would I do if he refused to go, started to cry or scream. I would feel terrible.
Instead my little boy went to the corner with a puzzled look on his face.
''Good boy'' I said and rose from my chair. I had to adjust myself and I walked slowly over to Tom. He continued to stand as ordered. I put my hands on his shoulders and gently eased him nearer the wall until his small nose was touching it. I adjusted his hands on the top of his head so that his small fingers were untertwined. Then, slowly I reached down to the waist band of his briefs and pulled them down so that the rested just under the boys bottom. He remained silent and I returned to my chair to enjoy the view. The commercial break ended and the music for his show started. Tom turned and looked at me.
''Turn back to the wall, you naiughty boy'' I almost shouted in my angry voice. As he turned his head I heard a slight sniffle.
'Be quite or I will give you something to REALLY cry about boy'' I shouted again, careful not to wake Harry. Sudden;y those words i HAD UTTERED BROUGHT BACK MY OWN FATHERS WORDS TO ME WHEN i WAS A SMALL BOY.
I watched Tom carefully. Whenever he made the slightest movement I said 'I told you to stand still'.
After another ten minutes of warning the boy his TV show had finished. He had obeyed me well, sanding and missing his show must have been difficult for the child. I had had enough of the view and now I was going to get some action.
''Go and turn the TV off boy'' I told Tom and he obeyed. He looked funny with his briefs under his bottom and as he walked to the TV he had to reach down and hold them to stop them from falling off altogether.
''Come her Tom and lie across my lap, thers a good boy'' I said calmly.
Tom came over to me the nervous look returning to his lovely little face. I stroked his forehead, pushing his fringe up over his forehead.
I positioned Tom for the first time across my lap and gazed in awe at the beautiful small and rounded buttocks now lying in my lap. I was in heaven and put my hand on his small rihght cheek.
''Mum tells me you have been a naughty boy today Tom'' I stroked the boys bottom. In fact she had said nothing of the sort but he was not to know that. The boys eight year old bottom was smooth and silky. I patted him and asked ''Have you been a naughty boy Tom?''
Tom started to cry gently but said nothing, perhaps he was too afraid. I picked up the spanking spoon and placed it on his right cheeck, patting very gently.
'I am waiting for a reply boy' I said sternly. 'If you have been a naughty boy I expect you to say so and you must tell me that you have been a very naughty little boy''
I waited in silence and Tom said nothing. I got angry. He had better play along now I thought. I raised the spoon and gave a slap on his right cheek , nothing hard, just enough to give what I thought would be a slight stinging sensation. It did the trick. Slowly and not very loudly the boy uttered
''I have been a naughty little boy.....daddy'' he said.
My heart swelled with pride at these words. The boy had used the word 'daddy' and I was pleased. I did not really want to spank him....did I?
I raised the spoon and slapped his right cheek harder. I held the small of his back with my left hand. Tom's body flexed as the sting from the whack was felt. (I noticed that he did not clench his bottom. This fact held some interest for me). Not a violent flex but enough to let me know that the spoon had met its mark. A red poatch appeared on the otherwise unmarked flesh. I pout the sppon down and with two firngers I traced the outline of the red patch. The skin was warm, as you might expect. I picked up the sppon and cracked it down harder this time. Tom uttered a samll 'ouch, that hurt '' and his legs raised a little as the spoon struck its target. The redness became deeper. I could not believe how quickly a young boy's bottom was reddening. Against the still white left cheeck the contract was excellent. I wanted to go on but decided that the boy had done all I had wanted that evening. I rubbed his small bottom gently with my right hand for several minutes before telling him he could get up. I reached out and pulled his brifes up his legs and patted his right buttock a final time before holding him close in my arms.
The boy's scent was electric. A sort of musty scent, sweat and apprehension gave way to sobbing and Tom grabbed me round the neck and hugged me back. I felt a wonderful sensation and knew that we would have many such private spanking sessions. But I knew that over time the frequency and pressure of the spankings would be increased. The whippy junior cane was lying quietly and secretly in the loft now but would be put to use before the boy was nine.