Toby new the procedure, so on entering the house he called ''hello sir'' to his dad who he could see was in the study waiting for him.
Toby and his brother Brad had been taught long ago to call their father 'sir' whenever they met him in the school or whenever he was in his study.
Toby climed the stairs to his room and heard Brad still sobbing in his room. Toby guessed that Brad's report had not been good enough for their father, even though his brother, being only nine, had to achieve a lower pass rate than he did. Toby knew his father was unfair to make him achieve a higher mark and he had never managed to avoid the cane in the three years since this regime had been out in place.
Toby quickly undid his trousers and they fell down his slim legs. Then he removed his underpants and with horror he noticed the small mark in the middle of them. He would wash them later before his dad saw them.
Then, as he had done so many times before Toby got out his grey shorts and pulled them over his naked bottom. The shorts were quite tight now but his father had told him that they were still quite adequate for the job.
Toby wlaked downstairs and knocked at the door of his fathers study.
The boy stood in front of his fathers desk with his hands behind his back. The back of his hands rested on his bottom and he thougth that he felt his bottom flinch slightly as he watched while his father looked at the report card, not looking up at Toby at all.
''Go and bend over the chair boy'', the father announced coldly. Without argument or delay Toby went and bent over the back of the old chair that was used when he was caned.
Ftaher looked at the boy bending fully over the back of the chair. Toby had remembered to widen his feet and keep his legs straight.
Toby knew that his dad would be looking at him and that he had to stand still. He felt blood going to his head and felt a little bit sick.
The man admired the shape of his sons bottom, clad in the stretched shorts which held both buttocks close together. He stood up and held the thin rattan with which he would beat the boy. The cane was no thicker than a pencil and it was very whippy. The boys thighs were well excercised though rugby and swimming. The skin was clear, as his bottom would be. It had been at least four weeks since Toby's last caning.
The man tapped his cane on Toby's bottom. No movement. He would soon change that. He took his piece of white chalk out of his pocket and drew his line across the middle of his sons bottom. The tight shorts meant that the groove between the buttocks was less defined than it would have been had Toby been bare but it also meant that the peak of his bottom was a smaller target. The lines that the man would inspect later on when his son was in his bedclothes would be short. A series of vivid red lines all close together, it would be a blue bruise in a few hours and only a little over an inch long on each of the boy's delightful shapely buttocks.
Toby hated the feeling of the chalk as it was drawn across his grey shorts.
The cane was raised and a very good whacking sound could be heard as the stick hit the eleven year old's bottom.
'ouch...oweeeeee. Toby cried as the pain of the lash bit inot his skin. He wanted to let his right hand fly up and rub his bottom but he dare not. Thepain was terrible. His dad had landed a really hard stroke and Toby was feeling the stinging pain after just one whack. He held in his tears and gritted his teeth together as another lash of the whippy cane was administered.
This time Toby cried out with a combination of a shriek and a cry. The ane was very painful. He felt as if his bottom was on fire.
This time his dad was rewarded with a tight clenching of his sons buttocks. Although the shorts were tight when the boys bottom was unclenched, the clenching made them a little loose.
With a strong left hand the man held the waistband of the shorts and hoisted themup and higher up Toby's back, so that the seam bit into the boys botton crease. The strong force used to pull his shorts tighter made Toby's bottom leave the back of the chair for a moment before falling back, now with the seam of his shorts cutting painfully into his sore bottom. His father now had an even better view of his target.
''I will not have you disobeying me and failing to meet your targets''
The cane swished again.
Toby began his series of ''I'm sorry father err sir'' and 'I tried my best'. In between his tears and the pain of the cane whacking his stinging bottom Toby heard nothing from his dad who continued to beat the boy with satisfaction.
The man knew that this was a much better situation than his former life as a headmaster when he had caned Brian and had been arrested as a result.