Jason looked miserable as we pulled into the drive.
His older sister jumped put of the car and skipped towards the front door. Jason just sat in his seat. He has to wait for me to unbuckle him. Its a rule for him to wait for me to unbuckle him. I glanced at the boys smooth thighs as I untied the seatbelt. His shorts really were a little small for him now. The end of the shorts were digging into his thighs.
''Into the house and then stright to your room please Jason'' I said. Jason looked miserable like he always dose when he knows he is int trouble with me.
''I didn't do anything naughty'' he said quietly to himself as he headed off.
I was not about to start arguing with a six year old so I just started emptying the car of the things we needed to take in the house and watched Jason as he walked up the path, his tight shorts stretching againts his little bottom cheecks and the braces I had put him in did a fine job pulling at the back do that both his little cheecks were seperated and well defined. I thought about what I would be doing to that soft little bottom in a few minutes time and became quite excited at the prospect.
Jason would be sitting on his bed when I entered his oom with my thin cane. He hated the cane and for good reason. Each stroke made a very thin line of red across the pale surface. Each line a sign of hot intense pain delivered to the silky smooth bottom. A line of fire causing the boy to jump on my lap.
But first things first I would put away the thingsd from the day and then make my daughter her supper.
Undressing Jason is always a pleasure. Like all small boys he will fidget and wriggle about. You would think I meant to tickle him. His braces come off first. They unclip and fall to the ground but his thin shorts have a mind of their own and seem to be stuck to his bottom. Not for long. I tug at the seam and down they fall. Then it's ''hands up'' and the teeshirt is pulled off. The top od the shirt is still wet fromn where he was careless with his milk. Now he stands there in just his small hite briefs. I turn him araound so he is facing away from me then reach in back and pull them away from his bottom, then uncover his tiny soft bottom. No marks from the hand-spanking of yesterday.
I take his underpants right off then hiold his arm and guide him across my lap. He sees the cane next to me and starts to cry.
''I've been a good boy today daddy'' he blubbers ''why am I getting the cane''
''Because I feel like giving your naughty little bottom a good whipping boy, that's why'' I reply
NO I DONT.
What I actually say is ''have you been a good boy all day Jason?''.
Now I have my right hand on his bottom. I grab the top of each small cheek and massage the warm smooth flesh in my hands. I then move to grab the furthest, right buttock in one hand, enjoying the feel of the spft but firm bottom cheek.
'Have you been a good boy all day son'' I ask him again
''yes I have'' he sobbs.
''Well all little boys are naughty when their daddy's can't see them you know'' I tease the little boy.
''I'm sorry daddy,....please don't cane me'' he cries out. I stop rubbing him and pick up the thin whippy cane, he knows it is coming now, any minute he will feel the intense burn as the stick meets his bottom. I will aim right for the centre, the top of each little round buttock. I whip the cane several times in the air, it is so bendy and whippy I only hope I can get it where I want it.
Jason continues to cry....