Go to your room and get undressed, Justin, I command. Whenever I take a tutoring job such as this I make it clear that I must have the schoolmasters right to chastise my young charge, and Justins father had granted this readily. It was particularly important in this case as the father (who was separated from the boys mother) had made it clear that he would be away on business frequently leaving me in sole charge. Having just spent a very awkward hour with a store detective due to Justins thieving of sweets, I intend to exercise my right. In short, I intend to thrash his bare bottom long and hard. Hes a bright, handsome sociable little chap, and we get on very well together, but an incident such as this merits a very sore backside.
Normally I remember to pack a favourite slipper or strap – like any craftsman I prefer tools I know well - but in my rush I had forgotten on this occasion. A scout around the barn at the back of the house didnt produce much – just a few long heavy straps not well adapted to thrashing a dishonest 11-year-old boy. I decide to go to his room and improvise.
Justin is lying on his bed wearing his pyjamas – perhaps he foolishly imagines I am simply sending him to bed as a punishment. He looks worried.
You wont tell my Dad, will you?
I havent thought about that. I certainly intend to spank your bottom – do you think that is a fair punishment?
If you dont tell my Dad, he says anxiously.
Ill consider that later. Lets get moving, I reply curtly. Go and find a slipper or gym shoe of your fathers that I can beat you with, and be quick about it. The boy races off and soon returns with a very suitable bedroom slipper whose heel fits snugly in my hand.
When I beat a boy I dont beat his shorts or his underpants or his pyjamas, I beat his bottom. Remove your pyjamas, please, Justin. I havent seen the child naked before, though on a swimming expedition I have seen him in his skimpy speedos. He has a slim, strong, nicely tanned little body and I watch with interest as he removes his top, then undoes the button of his trousers letting them slip to the floor. Im very pleased by what I see: lean, well-muscled buttocks ripe for a spanking. He shows no modesty at being stripped naked by a relative stranger, looking quizzically at me as if to say What do I o next? He goes to a distinguished prep school and is used to being naked in front of the men who are in charge of him.
Kneel on the edge of your bed. I guide him to the position I have decided on. Now bend right down and put your hands flat on the floor and your head down. This position keep the boys head low and bottom high, the skin stretched tightly. Move your knees wider apart, please. I survey the scene: his bottom is milky white compared with his back and thighs, and in thrashing it I intend to take in a good deal of tanned skin, particularly in the upper thigh lower buttock area, which his current position presents very nicely for punishment.
I always give a boy a couple of minutes to consider the chain of events that led to him finding himself bending down with his bare bottom in the air awaiting a thrashing. When that time is over I will detail the two parts of your punishment.
Two parts?
Stealing is serious. Your punishment must be equally serious – it wont be over in five minutes. Now, two minutes thinking time.
Its a pleasant two minutes for me, contemplating the small, muscular little buttocks I am about to punish. The slipper has a large sole, and it will only take a couple of strokes to cover each one. The final two strokes – for I have decided on the traditional six for this part of his chastisement – will be a reprise, re-thrashing already reddened bottom skin.