AS expected I had paddled Ben quite hard. He had not really treid to concentrate on his piano pracise. I wanted to be proud of Ben the next evening when my friend, a piano tutor, came to listen to Ben.
At one point, and I must admit his butt was quite red by the time he had started to squeel, I told Ben that if he cried like a girl every time I spanked him I would buy a dress for him to look like a girl. I had visualised the sight, Ben sitting on his piano stool, a pink dress to contrast with his blond hair and a throbbing butt. I would lift the back of the dress to reveal his orbes to the tutor. That would be quite a sight.
Anyhow he had calmed down a little at that suggestion and I did think I may have gone a little far.
That evening at his Dad's bedside ben mentioned that he had received a hard spanking. I think he was looking for sympathy but he did not get any. His Dad told him to be a good boy for me. I glared at Ben.
As we drove away from the hospital I looked at Ben in the ear view mirror.
''You upset your Dad, Ben, when you told him I had punished you'' I said sternly. The ten year old did not reply. He looked away from my eyes.
''You should not upset your dad like that''
I noticed that Ben had returned to my line of vision. A tear started to form in his eye and he looked a little ashamed.
''never mind son'' I said. ''Its too late to be sorry now''
Outdide it had become quite dark and the rain had started to fall. The car wipers monotony continued. We drove the rest of the way in silence. The lights of the cars coming towards us were all that interrupted the scene as I drove Ben home.
I was certain that, in the silence of the car, Ben was now thinking that he should not have upset his Dad by telling him about my spanking him. I did not think he would do it again.
When we finally returned home Ben was tired and he got ready for bed. Later that evening before retiring myself I enterd his room quietly, pulled his sheet gently off him and watched Ben sleeping peacefully.
I took the paddle from its resting place and, as Ben turned with his back facing me, I stared at his butt and tapped the paddle lightly in the palm of my hand.
I was sure that I would be needing the paddle the next evening.