Ben is in his bedroom. I will call him down for supper later.
He has been a pain since his mom left him with me last night.
She and the girls have gone away to her friends again this weekend leaving Ben with me. Ben is seven now. I enjoy my time with Ben, he is a good looking boy and when we are out everyone thinks that I am his Dad. When we are in the burger bar the waiter will ask ''what would your son like to drink sir?'' I never correct them. Ben always smiles. He does not have a real Dad in his life so I guess he does not mind. If I marry his Mom, I may adopt Ben.
It was about three years ago when I first met him and his mom at the shops. He was the one I told you about who I first noticed when his mom slapped his face at the shops for mis behaving. I have become a close friend of the family and I have always supported Mary in her strict discipline of Ben. I managed to stop his slapping his face, it is a really beautiful face. These days she and I attend to his small bottom if he misbehaves.
Ben is full of life and needs spanking quite often. After Mary first started seeing me she would sometimes arrive with Ben in an exhausted state and before leaving to collect her daughters from school she would say ''Ben has been a bad boy today, give him a good spanking will you' as she rushed out the door. That was how it started. I could not let Mary down, could I?
He should have known better this afternoon. I had already spanked his bared bottom after breakfast when he dropped his milk so you would think he would be better behaved at the shops.
I was buying a cd for his mom and I was unsure of which one to get. I noticed Ben walking off but I knew he would not leave the store. I also noticed when he started touching the Christmas decorations. He was reaching up to touch the gold star that was hanging from a display and it was only when I heard the crash that I turned and saw what had happened. Many other shoppers had seen and Ben looked over to me with a panic on his face. He knew he was responsible for the display falling over and I spent the next five minutes holding a discraced Ben with one hand and apologising to the store assistant and paying for the CD. I marched Ben out of the store to the car park. He was silent, fearing his fate and I was angry.
I put Ben in the back seat, did up his seat belt and we headed home.
The traffic is bad this time of year and I was more mad when I got Ben home than I had been in the store.
I felt that perhaps I was in some small way responsible for what had happened but by now I was so mad that I only had one thought on my mind and that was getting Ben's underpants down and reddening his tight little backside for him.
I followed Ben up to his room. I watch his bottom as he climbs the stairs. He does not need telling what to do now.
I sat on his bed and patted my lap. I watched as the little boy undid his jeans, then, pulling his little white briefs down to his knees, he climbed on my lap with his arms on the bed and his legs over my left leg. I clamp his bottom in place with my right knee so that he cannot move. I like to patt him whilst I explain the reason for the spanking and this afternoon I told him that he woud get twenty hard smacks for being a naughty boy in the store.
Ben ususally starts to cry after the first few whacks. I like to give hard smacks. He should learn that a spanking form me is a serious affair and I like to hit much harder than his mom.
'SMACK'
''Owee...owwww.... it hurts'' Ben cries
''Pleeees I'll be a good boy......please don't spank me '' Ben pleaded.
It's always the same. Ben struggles but he cannot escape the painful spanks being applied again and again to his small bottom. I always aim right in the middle of his butt, at the point his cheeks are the highest, the pinnacle of each of his two small cheeks.
My hand warms up fast. That is not such a bad thing with the weather so cold right now.
I imagine that the store assistant would like to be here watching Ben being punished for ruining the Christmas display.
After the allocated twenty spanks Ben was crying freely. I know he will think twice before touching decorations again. I rubbed his bottom slowly to take some of the pain away.
I lifted Ben up, gave him a hug and put him in bed wearing just his teeshirt and socks. His bottom will be sore for a while but when we are cuddling on the sofa in front of the TV later he will be fine, his bottom will only be pink by then.
Tomorrow I will spank Ben before his mom comes for him and that will be it until I see him again next weekend.
His mom and I have talked about starting Ben on the paddle. I bought a small round one for the future but I think we will wait until he is eight before we really sting his butt.