It was just my bad luck to see the old guy who had stared at me when my boy-thing had got stiff was on the same flight. I saw him walking onto the plane after dad and me were seated. He passed me and grinned. His wife was a real ugly looking woman so I guess he had a pretty sad life.
We collected our bags after a boring flight when I was not allowed to play with my computer due to interference with the plane's controls or something like that.
Dad decided that I should push the trolley with our bags on and then we waited for the bus.
I could not believe it when the old guy andhis fat wife got on the same bus. I prayed that they were not staying at the same hotel. The guy said Hi to my dad as I looked away and out the window at the sun bleached fields. The sky was cloudless and I was hot. I kept moving in my seat to try and get conmfortable but, as the bus set off down the bumpy lanes to the resort I felt my thing going hard again. I guess all that bumping around on the old leather seat was having an effect on me. This time I sat even further forward in my seat, holding onto the rail on top of the seat in front.
Luckily dad could not see me this time.
I knew that he would be remembering what happened back at the airport. He never forgets anything to do with my behaviour when he has told me I will be punished and he can get his hand , or worse, on my bare bott. When I was younger I would hope that dad would forget if I did something wrong, like misbehave at a friends of my dad's then get told I would be ''dealt with'' at home, but he never did forget so now I just have to accept that he is going to spank me when we arrive at our room. Hopefully he will like the hotel and will be anxious to get a drink or swim so it will be quick.
Dads view of the journey
Mark is so silly sometimes. If he thinks I don't know why he suddenly sat forward in his seat he must take me for a fool. At Mark's age it is impossible not to get excited when you are bumping along on a bus. It used to happen to me.
When we get to the hotel room I will have him unpack then undress into his swimming suit. I packed a real small pair of swim briefs which will not cover all his tight little bum cheeks. That way he will have to go around with some red spank marks showing on the lower part of his buttocks, that will get the other parents talking. I have also packed some long white teeshirts for him that go down to under his bottom so we can discuss whether I will let him wear them or not. It will be fun hearing him plead for them to cover his sore marks.
mark will slao find that I paced the small paddle in his case. It is under his pants. His heart will pound when he sees it and has to put it awat ready for use. He does not like that small paddle. It stings like hell. When I ask him if he wants six with the paddle or twenty four with my hand he always chooses the hand. Sometimes I geive him the paddle anyway, it depends what I want to do. A combination of both always leaves him howling.
Either way his bottom is getting larger now so I always manage to get each side to bounce as I spank it.
I love the way Mark's butt responds to my hand, his buttocks and body bouncing on my knee as the rythm of the spanking continues and the tempo and force increases.
We will be at the hotel soon.
In about twenty minutes I think he will find the paddle in his case.
Marks view
Oh god. He packed that paddle he got when I was little.
I bet he'll use it now.
I will put it away in the closet. The key is turning in the door and I have not finished unpacking yet, he must be wanting to get me now.
TBC