Rays story
I relaxed as young Ben climbed the stairs to his room. I had a feeling of nervous excitement. I knew how ben woulkd feel when he saw the clothes I had chosen for him to wear. No more baggy jeans hanging halfway down his butt (attractive as it is on older teenage boys).
I had a feeling that he would not complain. I had left the small paddle which his father had told me I should use ''when necessary'' clearly visible on his dresser. This would serve two purposes. One it would let him see the instrument of his punishment whenever he changed and second, I would require him to fetch me the paddle whenever it was ''necessary''. I had read that if a young boy has to fetch the implement for his spanking it adds to the punishment.
Ben's dad would be in hospital for at least four weeks, but we had not told ben that. His dad felt that Ben, still only ten years old, should not be told the full details of his illness, or that he stood only a 50 50 chance of pulling thru.
The other thing Ben had not been told about was that I, as his Dad's best friend, would have custody of Ben should the worst happen. Legally Ben would be the resonsibility of his grandmother, she lived on the other side of town. Ben would continue to live at his Dads house with me for all practical purposes.
But that was off in the future.
To more immediate matters...
When Ben comes back down in his play shorts and teeshirt I will check that he has left his underpants off.
I'll tell him to go do his homework and he will complain ''Dad always let me watch TV when I get in and then do my work and chores after supper'' he will whine.
I will let him come and sit next to me, I like that, to watch some TV then I'll tell him that I think he should go practise his piano for half an hour or so. I am going to invite a friend of mine around tomorrow after I get back with ben from visiting his Dad. I want Ben to play him the piece I chose for him to practise. My friend is a piano tutor and I have some ideas to put to him about motivating young Ben...and yes, it does have someting to do with his cute little butt.
Ben is basically a good boy. he is tall for his age, but not the tallest in class. His blond hair and round face, with that little nose of his gives him an almoset pretty look. I am sure he gets that from his mom, whose photos still adorn this house, five years after the fatal accident. Bens butt is his other best feature, his waist is thin so his butt kind of swells out and when it is defined by a pair of old, tight fitting shorts that cling to his bottom he looks really attractive.
When he is bare over my knee his butt has a soft but at the same time tight feel, the cleft deeply toward the middle of his butt and further down toward his thighs.
Ben will mess up his piano practise. He will become frustrated.
ben will end up over my knee with his shorts at his knees, the paddle resting on the smooth white flesh. He has recently learned to tense just before the first swat. His cheek will begin to get pink, then redder as the paddle whacks the butt flesh.
Of course he will beg, '' Ray pleeeesa, pllleees stop, I will be good, I will practise more.....pleeees
Then Ben will then start to cry and wriggle. ''Oh plleeees stop ....it hurts.....it really hurts...aaaaargh daddy, please.....( I love it when he gets to the daddy part).
It makes no difference. I'll sting his butt good for him and then he can begin practise all over again.
I may make his keep his shorts off while he practises. I hope his butt will not be too sore on the leather backed piano stool. As I usually concentrate my swats at the lower part of the boy's butt I think it might.
I can hear him coming downstairs now, so I have to finish....