It was quite early in the morning and I was at the airport with my new stepdad.
He and I were flying to the resort ahead of my mum so that dad and I could 'get to know one another better'. That meant that dad could get away with disciplining me the way he liked, he and I knew it and I resented my mum for going along with his plan.
Ever since he married my mum, when I was seven, dad has managed me as if I was his personal servant and got the ok from mum to punish me when he thought I needed it. Although I love mum I do not understand what she sees in the guy.
Dad was always embarrasing me in public, like when I was young and in a restaurant with him a waiter might make a comment to him like ''your son is well behaved'' and dad would reply ' you have to keep young boys in line with a good strong right arm''. The waiters would always smile as I blushed. I wanted to tell them that I wasn't his real son, but of course I could not.
Now here I was, a twelve year old off to the hotel with dad, and sharing a room with him until mum joined us and I would have my own room. I wanted to stay home and see my friends and do all the stuff lively kids do, but I had no choice.
Dad had even taken me to have my haircut. He is proud that I am a good-looking kid, I know this because he always talks to the guy at the hairdressers about my cute blond hair, which he says suits with my cute face, the creep! He keeps my hair too long. I want it short like my friends but dad says no.
I also want to ware the baggy shirts and denims which most of the others my age wear but as we are going to a hot country I have to wear shorts, at least they are baggy and go to my knees but dad has me wear a belt so they wont fall down like the fashion now. I stand no chance of meeting any girls dressed like this.
One hour to go before the flight is due to depart I am sitting here with my dad next to me. The departuree lounge is busy. Hardly any spare seats.
Oh God...its happening again.
I put my hands in my lap and try not to move too much. Its getting bigger and poking up. Its made by shorts move up in front. I bend forwards. Dad looks at me and then down. I look away fromn him and across the carpet and straight into the face of another older guy who has his eyes fixed on my croth. He has seen it. I glance up at dad
''I've told you about controlling yourself mark,'' he says. I feel my face going red. I dont know why this keeps happening.
''We'll deal with this little matter when we arrivet the hotel Mark'' dad says with a smile on his face.
Within a few minutes its back to normal and I hope the older guy is not flying on our plane.
We have not even taken off yet and I am in for it. Within a matter of hours I will be standing in front of my dad having my shorts and underpants taken down just like dad always does before he gives my my spankings.
To be continued.