''The boys seem a little subdued George'' my friend Harry said. I was day dreaming and didn't hear him.
''The boys, are they OK George'' Harry enquired again. ''Peter seems especially quiet''he continued.
Well they had changed and so had I since my wife died. They were wary of me and I knew it. Well, what boys of eleven and six aren't just a little scared of their father.
I had used the cane more often since we had been alone. I knew that I was punishing them just a little too much but I would try and be easier on them. I gave lots of hugs but expected them to obey me and behacve as I instructed them and if that meant more spankings for Pater and an extra caning for Jason then so be it.
The mormning had not started well. Peter had wet his bed and so an early morning spanking in my bed was needed. He had raken the sheets to the washing machine and bathed befire he arrived looking forlorn in my room with his underpants on. he and I both knew they would not be stayning up for long.
Peter climbed onto my bed as I sat up and adjusted the pillows behing my back. I stretched my legs out and Peter laid across my thighs. This is his required position. He reached back and pulled his underpants down just below his small bottom. I would make the final adjustments myself. I started to rub the boys bottom. It was soft from the warm bathwater and he smelt fresh and clean. He knew that his smacking would hurt and so his soft sobbing began.
I raised my hand. Unlike Jason, Peter dose not clench his bottom for his spanking. It remains nice and soft for me. I smacked the six year old hard but he kept his hands pointing striaght out in front of him. He knows that if he tries to cover his bottom during a smacking I will use the slipper which stings even more (according to Jasdon who should be an expert by now).
I smacked him hard about ten times. I always smack until Peter's bottom us is red. Somtimes I will smack him more times. I judge when to stop by the redness of his buttocks and the pitch of his crying. I think most parents spank in this way, judging by the websites I visit.
I let Peter go back to his room and told him to send Jason in to see me. I quite like having one of my sons tell the other to see me especially when they know what it is likely to be for. There was the small matter of Jason not going to bed for his sitter when she told him last night. Sometimes eleven year olds can be really stupid, what did he think was goint to happen the next morning.
Jason arrived with his cute, what do you want me for daddy, expression. He was still in his pyjamas.
''Mrs Backer tells me that you did not go to bed when she asked you to last night Jason'' I said in a matter of fact (you are in trouble) voice.
Jason stared at his feet. I somtimes wonder when he does that if he thinks the problem might diasappera but I had decided that he needed to learn to obey my instructions about bed time. I thought about getting him across my lap, then I thought of telling him to bring the junior cane that is kept in his room. Finally I decided to get him over my lap.
I patted my right thigh. Jason looked at me with a pleading expression. What a little actor! He knew the inevitable and so he wlkaked over to the side of the bed and climbed ocer my legs. I adjusted him carefully so that his round pert bottom was in the middle of my lap and that I was in a comfortable spanking position. I placed my hand on his pyjama covered bottom. It was warm and soft. I patted him a few times and then announced ''uncover for me''. Jason reached back as best he could and took down his pants until they were clear of his nice plump bottom.
In the last year Jason has put some extra fat on his bottom which has helped improve the shape and height of his bottocks. They point out nicely and there is a clear and deep cleft between the two cheeks. I like the way his bottom falls steeply at the back to his thighs and that his thin waist gives way to rising bottom flesh at the base of his back. His buttocks appear more pronounced now. I placed my hand on his right cheek and moved my hand on the smooth hairless eleven year old bottom. His flesh was soft, but firm.
He held his hands out in front and kept his feet stretched out behind. One of the advantages of a large bed in that he could stretch out as I wanted without hanging off either side of the bed.
I lifted my hand and whacked it down as hard as I could on his right buttock. The bottom bounced and Jasons arms and legs lifted a little as the pain sunk in. I got the usual pleas, the 'oooows' and 'ouches' and 'please stop...it stings'' and ''I'll be good from now on' but I just kepst slapping the soft and increasingly tender flesh of my sons buttock.
My hand started to sting and Jason's right half of his bottom was red and felt hot to touch. I placed my hand on his right cheek firmly. The skin was warm and quite red by now. I had spanked him on one side of his bottom for a good five minutes now and my legs were staring to numb with the weight of my eleven year old. I kept my hand on his hot cheek for some time, rubbing gently and massaging the soft skin.
I gave a little pinch which produced a final squeel from the crying boy. He and I stayed like that for another three or four minutes before I told him he could go and wask and meet me and Peter downstairs for breakfast.
Jason grabbed hold of me and I pulled him close.
''I'm sorry daddy' he sobbed
''I love you Jason'' I replied.
Jason left the room and I watched as a boy with a very red and white bottom left the room.