George did not punish his two sons, Jason and Peter that often but when he did....
George was an old fashioned disciplinarian, no getting away from that. If a boys bottom needed to be whacked he was the man for the job. He'd bought the can some years before. Of course as a respectable married man and with a position at the bank he was very nervous about walking into an adult store like that. He had always led a rather narrow life. But these days places like that were the only source of the cane he wanted. He had bought four, as he did not want to visit the place again.
Today he would simply visit that ask somebody site on the net.
He was sure that the man on the other side of the counter had given him a small grin as he left, blushing, with the two junior canes and two senior canes, both constructed of the 'finest rattan', according to the salesman. They were indeed very whippy, especially the junior canes and at first he wondered how he would actually use them. His sons were still at an age to go over the knee, even then if he held the cane at one end it whipped about in the air and seemed to have a life of its own.
It hadn't been long before Jason had earned his first strokes of the cane. He was nine, nearly ten and George had begun to notice the boys bottom growing more flehy.
The boy's school shorts were becoming more tight and the boys bottom, though not fat, was more pronounced against his thin waist. Jason was nicely built, a little broad at the shoulders but slender in the hips and legs and when he bent over George admired the bottom, it was perfect for the first taste of his cane, he thought.
Then it was simply a matter of waiting for his wife to be out if the house for a day. She disapproved of corporal punishment, but of course submitted to George's insistance that 'it never did me any harm', even though he knew that his fascination with spanking his own sons small bottoms from time to time was probably entirely due to the canings he had received as a boy.
When the due time came George arranged with friends of Peter that the cute seven year old would spend the day at their house. Peter was such a good looking and happy child that he was welcome almost everywhere. He was always especially well-behaved when he was in other peoples houses as his father always reminded him of the consequences of poor behaviour.
It was good that Peter socialised not just with his older brother but also with his own friends.
The day was set.
George told Jason why he was going to be punished and sent him to his room to put on his white nylon soccer shorts. They were almost see-through and George's favorite dress for spanking his nine year old. The fabric was thin and the waistband loose enough to be peeled off his sons bottom when the time came. Once Jason had put underpants on underneath his shorts, he had to take them off of courseand got some extra smacks for trying to cover his bottom. After that his father had stood behind the boy before subsequent spankings and pulled the waistband out to inspect for any illegal underwear, Jason hated that part.
Jason returned to his dads study and noticed the new cane on top of the desk, he shuddered partly from what he saw and partly due to being half naked in the cool room.
His dad stared at him solemly and then without talking picked up the cane and whipped it about. The end whipped about in the air. George held the stick at about two thirds its length and gained a little better control.
George went over to the upright chair and then called jason to him. The liitle boy looked quite anxious.
George pulled Jason gently across his knees. The boy was not touching the carpet with his hands which fell down towards it but George ordered his son to touch the floor with both feet. That way Jason had to bend with his toes on the floor, this making the boys fleshy bottom more pronounced for his father. George loved the sight of his sons bottom through the fabric. The boys bottom was divided into two very distinct peaks by a deep cleft. Jason had recently started to tense his bottom for a spanking and so George laid the thin cane across the two peaks of Jason's bottom and waited for them to become even more pronounced as the boy tensed his nine year old biuttocks for his dad.
The dad and son were both quiet. George lifted the cane off the boys bottom and Jason remnained tense. His dad stroked his bottom through the fabric for a while and waited for the boy to relax.
After two or three minutes george laid the cane on the table next to the chair and with a lot of ceremony, and very, very slowly lifted the waistband of Jasons shorts and uncovered his small bottom. The shorts were taken just above the knees, Jason had to lift himself up as the shorts were removed in the front and then settled himself back into position. he felt his dada move his legs and adjust the boy by touchinbg the sides of his bottom. George was satisfied, he studied his sons bottom closely, smooth, pale and hairless skin, nicely proportioned with the two pert peaks nicely round. George began stroking the young boys bottom again.
After a while george lifted the cane. he whipped it in the air and Jasons bottom tensed. George laid the thin stick on Jasons bottom and, aiming for the centre of both peaks, he lifted it again and whipped it down on the boy flesh.
The boy immediately squeeled in pain and his body moved. His arms became stiff and his legs kicked up off the floor. A thin red line appeared on the otherwise pure white bottom. George loved the sight. Jason started to cry.
George told Jason to be quiet and stop wriggling and the boy slowly obeyed his father.
George whipped the sticjk down for a second time, trying to place the punishment cane as close to the first strpe as possible.
Jason howled again abd started to beg his dad to stop hitting him. George was enjoying this far too much to listen to the cries and plaedings of his son and continued until he had given six reaonably firm whacks to his sons small bottom. With six lines clearly visible Jsaon was alloed to stand.
The nine year old was crying and gripping both his buttocks firmly in each hand. Tears feelll down his face.
Geoprge told his son that he would be receiving one more whack in the 'schoolboy nbending position'' Jason holwled when he heard thus but knew he had no option but to obey his dad.
Now Jason was bending over. George had seen some photos of schoolboy caning s and had been waiting a long time to try it put on his own son. He decided to make the boy bend his legs slightly rather than jsut keep them straight. It was perfect, as he had thought. The bending of the knees had the effect of making Jasons young bottom poke out further and become more pronounced than the simple bending position. The boy's bottom was in a perfect position for the whack that George had planned.
He told his son to stop sniffling and be completely quiet. Eventually the boy was calm. Jason stood prayinbg that this would soon be over. His young bottom was hurting a lot. George stood behing Jason, enjoying the view of the small boys striped bottom waiting for another stroke.
George took his time, enjoying the moment he had waited for for so long.
Another few years left of this yet, he thougth, no need to rush.
When it came Jason screamed in agony. He stood up grabbing both his stinging buttocks in his hand. George laughed and told the boy that he could leave the room and change into his play clothes. Jason walked slowly, he didn't see what there was to laugh about. That stick of dady's was much worse than the slipper. His bottom was painful and throbbing. The little boy left the room leaving George to consider whetehr his youngest son was old enough for a taste of the cane yet.