After I had drunk my coffeee I walked slowly to jakes room. He was akready changed into his white cotton shorts and white short sleeved school shirt that he wears for his homework. I could see through the fabric that he had taken off his underpants as required.
Jake had not been spanked for a little while now and his bottom would be snowy white, and ready for a little attention from the thin rattan stick that lay on top of his bed. I like the boys to be able to see the stick as they work. it reminds them of the consequences of allowing their attention to wander too much.
Jake had already opened up his maths schoolwork excersice book, to show willing I guess. I could see form his expression though that he was not enjoying this one bit. Outside the sounds of laughter from his brothers could be clearly heard and that was followed by the splashing of water as they entered the pool.
''You will work for one hour, after which I will return to collect your work'',
Jake looked at me with little expression. His hair fell onto his eyebrows and he swept it back with his right hand. His eyes were large and gilstened as I continued '' after maths you will have fifty spelling words to learn''.
Jake looked glum at these words. he knows that I always add some rather difficult words for him to learn. Jake always achieves A grades at school and I intend to ensure that this continues. A little pain in his backside now will do no harm long term ....that is my theory.
I left the room but not befire I picked up the stick and whipped it thru the air a few times before relacing it.
''pay attention to your work and make no mistakes Jake, I ordered as I pointed out the tests he was to complete with my left hand, the stick still swinging in my right.
''yes daddy'' jake replied politley
I left the Jakes room to inspect Simons room. Predicably the eight year old had been too anxious to change and run off to the pool. His bed was not tidy....
I collected the fly swat form the top of Simon's dresser and headed into the garden with my latest novel in my left hand.
Minutes later Simon was lying over my lap. His bottom was bare, his little blue swin briefs around his knees. I rested my left arm on his small smooth back and began to read the latest draft of the book I am writing.
Simon's legs hang down from my right leg, his arms in free fall over my left leg, perfectly balanced, dad and son together. Simon's bottom is smaller and rounder than Jake and Jason's, nice and smooth. His cheeks still red from the swatting he had received earler that morning, I simply applied the swatter and Simon gave a high pitched yelp as the fire on his young bottom re-ignited.
I began a routine that had started with jaon, when he was about five years old. Every now and again I stopped reading, lifted the plastic swat and whipped it down hard onto Simon's young backside. Each application sparked a little yelp and freshly reddened bottom flesh. The surface of my sons bottom was staring to become an angry red so I rested him for a little while.
I called to Jason and he ran over to me. He looked down at Simon who was sobbing quietly again by now
''would you go and fetch me a cold glass of larger son'' I ordered and off the 13 year old went to obey me.
When Jason returned with the cold lager he placed it on the table next to me and waited for further orders.
''you may go play in the pool again...off you go...... ''
I waited until Jason was almost in the pool abd called to him
''I think you should get some seriuos excersice Jason....go into your room and fetch my motivator will you...''
Jason looked glum but did as he was told.
Simon fidgetted on my lap. He must haave been uncomfortable. I adjusted my position and ordered him to lie still. I flicked my wrist and lit up the sting in his bottom with another two quick swats. he creid out.
Jaso retuerned with the larger of my two rattan canes, the one we refer to as the 'dad's motivator''
''Into the pool and complete 50 laos. Ypu havce fiftenn minutes'' I continued as I glanced at my watch. ''Simon'' I addressed my youngest son ''off to the edge of the pool. I want you to make sure that your brother touches the ends of the pool after each lap''
Simon slowly stood up.
''No rubbing better boy'' I shouted, I had noticed Simon's hand moving towards the pain.
With his blue swim briefs still under his bottom and displaying a very red backside Simon shuffled off to the edge of the pool. I looked at Jason, his blond hair was getting rather long. He moved into the dive position. His waist slim and the lower ribs showing, the perfect model of a thirteen year old whose bottom and thighs were starting to develop strength.
Jason entered the water like a young seal.
I looked at my watch again. It would be time to return to my middle son when Jason's fifteen minutes were up.
''Make sure he touches the ends Simon'' I called over and smiled at the sight of my youngest son with his briefs around his thighs.
''yes daddy'' he replied.