As soon as we returned home from the tennis club I ordered Tom up to his room. As he ran off I watched his bottom through his tight tennis shorts. That bottom would be fired up ready for tomorrows training session with his coach.
I walked into he room and the eight year old saw I had my thin cane in my hand
''Oh noooo daddy, I really tried.....I tried really hard'', he began to sob.
''Get over the chair you lazy boy'' I orederd sternly. Crying harder now he knew what lay ahead Tom walked over to his whacking chair and obediently bent over, his bottom stretching as he did so. His feet still on the floor his body was bent double and the tight fabric of his thin tennis shorts was taut across his little bottom.
''Six ....for not winning'', I announced.
Tom cried harder. My canings are always painful for the boy. He is thin and tall. He is quite capable of beating all the other boys in his group in the team and I will not accept excuses when he fails to win. He will grow up with my competitive spirit or he will have a very sore bottom indeed.
I placed the thin cane on the bending boys bottom and moved it slowly across the surface. Toms bottom is quite small as he is a thin boy, but there is enough flesh on the buttocks to take a hard stroke.
''If you move or cry I will whack again Tom'', I reminded him.
He sobbed out a ''yes daddy'' and held still for me. He was blubbering but trying hard to bring himself under control. I waited for him to become quiet, still gently moving the cane up and down across Toms bottom.
I raised the cane and took careful aim. I slashed the cane down and noted Toms body stiffen in response to the pain.
''Oweeeeee, owww please daddy'' The boy cried out.
''Quiet please '' I reminded him , sounding like the tennis umpires.
''Will you try harder tomorrow Tom?'' I asked quietly.
''Yess Daddy owweeee......... my bottom hurts......please dont hit me again.''
I laid the thin whippy stick back on Toms bottom before lifting it and taking aim.
Tom started to blubber and his bottom clenched.
''I will not have you tightening up, will I Tom?'' I asked.
Tom relaxed and his buttocks became soft again.
I slashed the cane across Toms tender and loose buttocks, he tensed up immediately, his body became stiff again and he cried a little harder than before.
I went close to my son. He was sobbing now and his shoulders were tense but he remained comlpiant and did not move his body. He remained bent right over the chair. I reached into the back of his shorts and pulled them hard so that they rode higher up onto his buttocks, revealing more of the fleshy thighs and under bottom. The built in underwear mesh was so thin that it offered no protection to the boys soft buttocks. I rubbed the fabric of the shorts , feeling his buttocks underneath and easing the pain of the two hard stripes I had given the boy. I stood back and enjoyed the sight of the shorts biting into the cleft of the boys bottom and raised the cane for the third time.
I was determined that Tom would make the effort required to become a great tennis player one day.