Although I had imagined having ben across my knee many times, the reality exceede all my expectations.
The imprint of my hand was now visible on an otherwise clear white bottom.
Ben moved on my lap although he did not make any sound other than a faint 'ouch' sound in response to the hand spank.
The boy wriggled a little on my lap as my hand rested on the surface of his bottom. I slapped it again saying, in a slightly raised voice 'stop moving about or I will smack you harder'. Ben lay still on my lap. I started to feel the weight of his body on my leg and realised that I was not very comfortable. I wanted to adjust my position. What to do?
I said to Ben ''Daddy needs to move his leg, stand up please''. The boy stood and I could see in his eyes how upset he was. He knew he had done wrong and I knew he was used to being punished this way. I ignored nmy feelings of sympathey and , having adjusted my legs so that they were further apart I told Ben ''over you go again son''.
Ben obliged and once more adjusted himself over my knee. I clamped the back of his legs in place with my right knee and rubbed my hand over his bottom again so that he became used to my hand. I wanted the boy to become accustomed to feeling me and by now I had decieded that I would take every opportunity to punish Ben like this.
I now staterd to enjoy myself. The feeling of power to smack hard, soft, fast or slow. To spank for as long as I chose.
''Ben...when your other daddy spanked you did he used his hand'' I asked.
''Sometimes I got the slipper'', Ben admitted without looking up from his position
''well then, maybe I should get a slipper..don't you think....for when you are a naughty boy next time?
''I dont know' ben replied
Oh , I think I will, I thought. I was already thinking of the whips in the loft. How was Ben's dad going to get his wife to agree to him whacking the boy with such implements.
The spanking I gave Ben was most enjoyable. After some minutes Ben had began to cry softly. That just made me happier. I could tell be the redness of his skin that his bottom must be hurting but I wanted to sit there smacking Ben's bottom all day. His skin, though red now remained soft and bouncy and I was having a great time. His mother away from the house for the evening I would be bathing Ben and putting him to sleep so theere was no problem of going too far. Then It hit me that maybe the skin would still be red in the morning and if Ben showed his mum I might have some difficulty with explaining why I had gone this far. I was not sure if she would approve. Probably not.
I stopped spanking the boy and started rubbing some of the sting away. I was trying to remember if I had any after sun lotion that I could rub on Ben's small sore bottom.
Yes there was some in the medicine closet.
After I rubbed Ben for some minutes I told the boy to get up from his spanking position and I held him close.
I told him that I hoped he would be a good boy and that he should go to the bathroom for his bath. I watched as Ben walked out of the room without his shorts and underwear. His bottom was inflamed from my hand spanking and I knew it must be stinging. As Ben diappeared I decided to wait a few more minutes before going in to soap him down.
I would have the boy kneel on his knees and hands so that I could sponge his back and his buttocks gently with the warm soapy water. I would have to be gentle with the towel before applying a generous quantity of after sun cream to the boys buttocks. He could then go across my lap again while I read his a bedtime story from his favourite book.
Good night Ben, I love you.
Daddy.