Jason was about eleven years old at the time.
Jason hated the thong his father had bought for him. The thin strap bit into his bottom and he felt really embarrased about not having his skin protected by the cotton briefs he used to wear and was now only permitted to wear top school.
At least wheh he had to ''uncover'' in the evenings while lying on the carpet watching TV with his older sister his front private parts were covered.
The other problem Jason still had to live with was the indignity of underpant inspection every day after school. His father insisted that underwear was kept spotless, but Jason was just your average energetic boy, always moving quickly and so accidents happened and he dreaded the moment when he undressed from his school uniform and had to present his underpants to his dad for inspection. Why couldn't he have dark underwear like some of his friends instead of those tight white briefs his dad made him wear. His thong was a shiny black material, much better.
Today Jason could tell that his father was angry when he collected him in the car. He could always tell because his dad was quiet, moody, probably thinking about his job, Jason thought. Usually Jason's dad was quiet because he was considering whether he would cane his son when they got home or not. The sight of all those eleven and twelve year old boys running about in their long gray school pants usually pre-disposed Jason's dad towards caning his own son at home. Jason had become even more attractive as he had grown and was certainly one of the best looking boys in the class.
When they arrived home Jason's dad parked the car in the drive and told his son to go to his room to change. He could come down to the kitchen for a drink before homework. Jason always had to do extra homework which his dad set. One of the perks of working at home for Jason's dad was that there was always time to set Jason tests to learn in the evening.
The cane had helped with the boys academic progress in a significant way for the last five years.
Jason changed into the thong and pulled some shorts on, then, unbuttoning his white school shirt, he quiclky pulled on one of his loose blue teeshirts. Jason glanced at himself in the mirror, unaware of his good looks, and decided to brush his hair before going to the kitchen, dad liked him to keep his blond hair a little long but always neat.
Jason picked up his underpants and noticed a slight brown mark.
He quickly ran to the bathroom and tried to wash the mark out.
He returned to his room and using a hairdryer he dried the damp patch.
The mark was still visible, but only just.
Jason walked slowly downstairs and handed his dad his briefs without saying a word. He could not remember how long he had been presenting his dad with his briefs, it went back a long way though to when he was being trained to claen himself well.
Jason's dad gave the boy his drink and cookies and studied the beriefs. Jason had known that there was littlehope.
''Go into the dining room Jason and bend over'' his dad announced, tossing the briefs into the laundry.
Jason took down his shorts and bent obediently over the end of the dining table. His father entered, this junior cane in hand.
Jason's dad admired the shape of his son's buttocks. He knew his son well now. The boy had become his son when Jason was six and now the boy remembered little of his life before dad.
Without a word being said Jason felt the thin cane tapping his bottom. He bit his teeth together in readiness for the pain.
''Clench''!! His father ordered.
Jason tightened his buttocks.
Jason's dad looked at the firm tight buttocks. The peaks were like tow halves of a tennis ball. He placed the cane right on the highest point of the buttocks and continued to tap his sons bottom
Jason sqeezed hard to keep his bottom tight.
The cane rose.
Jason bit his teeth tighter.
''Swish....crack!!
The cane landed right across the cerntre of Jasons bottom. He relaxed his buttocks and screamed out in pain.
''Clench!!'' he heard his dad order again.
Jason's bottom was stinging from the first stroke but he knew that more were to follow and so he tightened his bottom as much as he could.
''Tighter boy'!! Jasons dad shouted
The boy tried harder to tighten his bottom. He squeezed his cheeks together. The cane landed a second time and Jason screamed out in response to the line of heat which seared his flesh. A second weal appeared on the boys buttocks.
Jason's dad smiled with pleasure.
The man studied the boys bottom. At least six more to go he thought and he systematically thrashed his son until there were eight painful stripes on the boys bottom. Jason's dad was an accomplished caner, having five years experience. He knew that the boy benefitted from this sort of punishment.
As he beat his son Jason's dad thought of his son's friend Sinon. He was a good looking boy as well, the man thought as he lashed his son's sore bottom. He would quite like to have Simon over this table, he mused. Jason's dad delivered the final stroke and Jason's upper body just collapsed on the table.
He was exhauted from the pain.