The boy was seventeen when he got my daughter pregnant. He was thrown out of his parents flat so he had to come and stay with Chrisy and me. We have only two bedrooms so I agreed he could stay with her. The damage was already done.
After the first week he came back from the garage where he is a mechanic. His overalls were covered in grime. He showered and he and Chrisy went to the pub.
When they got back I was ready for him. I was holding the stick I had bought from the junk shop, a tasty looking old school cane. He took one look and laughed.
Five minutes later I had him over the back of the sofa with his underwear down. He had a good looking butt with no hair. I thought a boy of his age would have some. He is quite slim and his butt cheeks poked out nicely. I sliced the stick into him and told him I wanted the bathroom tidied up and not to make a mess in the future. He appealed to me to stop but I gave his young butt a _d_a_m_n_ good hiding. he reddened up nicely. Not having a son of my own I look on him as the son I never had now.
Afterwards he rubbed his sore butt in front of us both and turned to my daughter, who was laughing. ''What is so funny'' he asked, quite angry now.
''Nothing, you were so _s_e_x_y'', she said ''dad has given me a real turn on beating your _s_e_x_y butt...lets go to bed''
As they left the room I winked at my daughter and said ''any time love''. I don't think it will be long before I get the boy again.